Beautiful. Thank you for this post. A few years ago after my sister died in a very traumatic way, I experienced a great deal of PTSD in the weeks and months after her death. The trauma was eating me up. One night I had a very vivid dream of my sister. She was in a room with no light source, but the room was nonetheless filled with light. She was radiant and beautiful. So beautiful that I could barely take it all in. She did not say anything and I don't know in the dream if she even knew I was there, but in that moment I knew she was ok and was with God. I believe that this dream was a heavenly hug. I never again felt the trauma of her death, only the sadness of her loss. Just recently this same sister's cat went missing in her house where my other sister lives. We looked all over and could hear it crying in the walls on the opposite site from the garage. It was close to midnight and dark. We scoured the house, climbed on the roof, went outside and looked in the trees. Opened up every closet. Peered into the rafters in the basement. No cat. After midnight, we went home to rest, planning that the next day we may need to start cutting into walls to find where the cat was. (Crazy, I know, but she was obviously stuck somewhere inside the walls or floor and couldn't get out.) Around 4 am, I had a dream that she was ok and would be coming out of the walls soon and that my sister in heaven knew she was lost and was praying. Within minutes of waking from this dream my other sister called to say that the cat had started scratching on the inside garage door going into the house a few minutes earlier and she had let her in. There is no connection from the garage into the walls of the house that we can find, but she was obviously in those walls and came out. Again, an answered prayer and a dream that was a heavenly hug.
As a form of comfort, I bought an Alpaca Teddy Bear, so I could tangibly feel like I was holding- THE LORD JESUS CHRIST'S HAND at bedtime, by holding the Teddy Bears arm or leg while I sleep.
I call the bear - "FEAR NOT, FOR I AM WITH YOU."
Isaiah 41:13"For I hold you by your right hand— I, the LORD- your God. And I say to you, ‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you."
At home, I have a beautiful picture of MY KING JESUS CHRIST walking along the beach and I told KING JESUS that -
"I am looking forward to walking the beach, HAND IN HAND with you in Heaven one day."
Shortly after I said this to JESUS, on April 12 2025,
I was walking a beach and I was looking for 1 ROCK=JESUS IS THE ROCK OF MY SALVATION!
Psalm 62:6-8 " He ONLY is my Rock and my Salvation; HE is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my Salvation and my Glory; The Rock of my strength, my refuge, IS IN God. Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us."
As I walked the beach alone, I was talking to the ducks in the water- "quack, quack, quack"
I suddenly stopped and silently touched a Rock hiding in the sand -with my foot.
I silently asked THE LORD,
"Lord what ROCK do you want me to find?
In that moment a little 6 year old boy- with golden hair - says to me outloud-
"HERE'S YOUR ROCK" with his left arm fully outstretched with a ROCK IN HIS HAND.
I took the ROCK and examined it. It is gold and white and purple and looks like a mountain with 5 nubs and a slit like nail hole piercing in the ROCK.
I said "thank you" as I glanced into his golden eyes and went @ him to the water- to clean the ROCK off from the sand that was all over it.
Matthew 7:24-25“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine (Holy Bible) and puts them into practice, is like a wise man, who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on THE ROCK OF JESUS CHRIST."
later after I was looking at the ROCK -
I excitedly discovered that THE ROCK fit into my right hand perfectly and comfortably.
JESUS sent a Golden Angel Child Messenger -to MAKE SURE- that I KNOW that.....
- JESUS HEARS EVERY WORD I SAY-
-JESUS IS RIGHT HERE NEXT TO ME-
-JESUS SAYS, THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR-
JESUS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH ME -TODAY AND FOREVER MORE!
If this encourages you, I encourage you to read a deep, but very simple book
by Jeanne Guyon- Titled- "Experiencing the depths of JESUS CHRIST"
His Holy Presence has become very Real and very Present, in my daily,
Dear Peggy, You touched my heart so with this one. I like to be brief and to the point when I write these comments, but it seems like I have to be a little more verbose this time... Thus, I retired from my work as a lawyer in 2005. My husband of later years, Clem, had come in to my life a few years before. A hard nosed, former Marine, machinist, he was older than I was, and he saved me from the moral drift of my life in our four short years together. We retreated to rural Washington state where we took care of our small " acre" of land (no horse and no plow, just a few beautiful trees and a lot of weeds) and explored the backroads of the Northwest. Clem took up woodworking and bought a nice table saw for the purpose. Our life was a joy that last year of Clem's life. And then, one day in April of 2006, Clem, mysteriously told me that he wanted to show me the ins and outs of the rather jerry rigged irrigation system that polka-dotted the property. We then toured the turn off valves which seemed to be here, there, and everywhere. (Why now?, I thought). That night in the wee hours, as we lay in bed, we both woke up simultaneously, having heard an insistent and distinct knocking on the glass door to the yard. Clem went to investigate. There was nobody there. The next morning, as I cleaned up after breakfast, Clem went to the bathroom with his crossword puzzle. An hour later, I went looking for him and found him keeled over on the tub. The local paramedics came fairly quickly and went through the motions of trying to revive him, but ultimately took him the 15 miles to the small rural hospital for the region. He had passed away. I was completely distraught as I drove home. (We had no family and no friends in the area. Our lives had been so self contained.) When I got home, I was walking to and fro, just trying to get my bearings. I needed to do something, anything! I went out to the garage where Clem had his saw and found it covered with sawdust. I looked around for the brush and large plastic dust pan that he used for cleanup out there. Nowhere to be found. I lurched into the middle of the garage and screamed to the "heavens" a plaintive "where is the damn dust pan, Clem?" The thing then dropped on my head (!) seemingly coming out of nowhere. It shocked me so, that I went back into the house and sat down in Clem's chair by the window and flipped on the nearby switch to turn the overhead fan lights on. (It was one of those 3 light tulip bulb attachments.) Almost immediately after the lights came on, the one bulb positioned toward the direction of Clem's chair, burned out.... I won't unduly prolong this story, but I will just say that in subsequent years, at low moments in my progression through life (the most recent being about 3 years ago) I have had fleeting and very pointed visits under various circumstances from men who bore an uncanny resemblance to my dear Clem, to buck me up from whatever doldrums I had them descended --- whether the flight attendant from nowhere who showed up at my seat (on Southwest Airlines, no less) when I decided to take a trip home to California a few days after Clem died, and told me that I looked like I needed a martini and brought me one unsolicited (a "Clem channeling if ever there was one) or the Triple A guy years later who showed up from three towns away ( in Wisconsin where I now live) to help me start my dead battery on my new fangled car that doesn't take standard jumper cables, and then insisted, as if he had all the time in the world, on accompanying me to the auto parts store in the neighborhood so I could purchase the right type of battery charger and then walked me through the charging procedure as if he had all the time in the world. He happened to notice the saw in the garage (I had kept it all these years through various moves, for "unknown" reasons) out of the way and unused and asked me with a sort of gleam in his eye, whether someone used it. Thanks, Peggy, for reviving precious thoughts.
Gina, I got continuous goose bumps reading your (not coincidental) amazing experiences of Heavenly Hugs from your dear Clem. My heart is with you on the passing of your husband 🙏. Thank you for sharing these stories, which are undeniably messages of comfort. I have many experiences of electricity-related things happening after loved ones have passed as well. I will keep your stories and share with your permission!
Thank you again , Peggy, for your recognition of the miracle that our lives are in every critical sense. If A.I. world ever takes us over, they just might be surprised to find that we have flown the coop. Our spiritual home doesn't give up on us when we need it most. Your advice from the heart is another God send to so many of us. And I would certainly be delighted to have you share my story with anyone. People that haven't been "touched" by the miraculous need to hear about it!
My Pug Dog, Twinkie, was Murdered by The Donald via Shedding by Jabbed floor replacers---Broke my Heart Little Twinkie was my child---Lost my family in an accident---wife and 3 children-Heart Broken--my Heart was Crushed. Then Twinkie showed up. Changed my life.
We buried little (9 lbs) Twinkie in my sisters backyard----Sister planted an Annual plant which bloomed Purple flowers-----it's an Annual meaning they die after a season--Not this one--It keeps Blooming Every Year, which is suppose to be impossible.
Thats my Heavenly Hug Piss Peggy.
Life is Real, Life is Earnest and The Grave is not its Goal. My Grandaddy''s Last words before he went to our Heavenly Father.
Your story is so touching and brought me to tears. Rest in peace, precious Twinkie, and thank you for sharing this amazing story: "It keeps Blooming Every Year, which is suppose to be impossible." 🙏
Yes! Both my parents died unexpectedly. My mom in 2021, my dad in 2024. Three of us live 4-6 hours from where mom was in the hospital when we got the call that she was nearing death. We all left immediately, worried we wouldn’t make it. But we did. Mom passed away peacefully about 20-30 minutes after the last of us arrived surrounded by all of us and loved. Arriving on time wasn’t lucky, it was God enabling us to say goodbye.
In contrast, the circumstances around our dad's death and our relationships with him weren’t so easily resolved and we did not have the opportunity to say goodbye. Fast forward to a few months later, late summer 2024. I was sitting outside reading and heard/felt something. I look up and two hummingbirds were literally hovering side-by-side at eye level about 6” from my face. They stayed like that maybe a full 15-20 seconds. I’m positive that was a love note that God had those birds deliver to grant me peace, encouragement, and reassurance that It/All is Well.
I'm so sorry you experienced the passing of your parents unexpectedly and so close together. The hummingbirds sound like they brought you comfort and peace. I love how you expressed it: "I’m positive that was a love note that God had those birds deliver to grant me peace, encouragement, and reassurance that It/All is Well." 🙏🙏
Once I was a little distraught after fighting with my partner like we always did to a psychotic point...I walked out and went for a walk, only to come across some kind of street festival where there was a bluegrass type of band playing and I sat down, resting, enjoying that moment as peaceful and relaxing, contrast to what I was experiencing at home... I suddenly realized that the song they were playing and the words they sang reminded me of my grandpa and would be the kind of song heard in the radio in his garage...and I no sooner than thought that when a wave of goosebumps came all over me...I knew instantly it was him giving me a hug...
I had forgotten all these details but as I typed this it all came back and I had a little cry! Grandpa was a really sweet man. Both my mom's parents loved unconditionally... Everybody!
Definitely not coincidences! The first one that I can remember is when I was on Long Island. I used to ride my bike long distances and stop to cool off at a beach about midway. I had stopped at the beach and lost a brand new turquoise ring that I liked in the waves. Of course, there was no finding it. A couple of days later, I was on my bike again, and stopped at that same beach. There were always about fifty people at the beach, since it was summer. I sat down on the sand, and a little girl walked up to me. She held out her hand, saying "Is this yours?" It was my ring! Since then, so many things have happened that are similar to this. We are known, we are loved.
Thank you so much Peggy - to me you ARE a heavenly hug with all your thoughtfulness, kindness, and attentiveness and taking the time to dig into the truth. Hopefully one day soon our evidence will rise to mainstream so we can take our govt back and get them to actually be for WE THE PEOPLE as ridiculously wishful thinking that may be!!!
We had a big ice storm here in the South last week. The other day I saw the young mail carrier get out of his truck and gingerly walk to our mailboxes a few feet away. The complex had not scraped so it was sheer ice. I have a huge bag of cat litter on my porch I was going to donate to the shelter as I no longer have a cat, but something told me to hang on to it. Well, I grabbed my little bucket filled with litter and scoop and walked over to the mail carrier and waved. He saw I was sprinkling near him then I handed him the big scoop to put down near him. I continued giving him litter until the area was covered so he wouldn’t fall. Then he came towards me, gave me a big hug and told me he loved me! Well, that made my day as I have recently been going through a situation with a man I really care about but he’s afraid so it’s been very hard as I have not seen him in a few months. So I was thankful to help the mail carrier and get a hug and some nice words in return!
Thank you Peggy for sharing your 'Heavenly Hugs' - touched my heart. After the passing of my Mom in 2022, I was driving on the highway heading to NC to clean out her apartment. I began tearing up feeling the loss of her presence. I spoke out-loud "God, if you can hear me, please show me a sign that my Mom is okay & with you". Less than 2 minutes later I passed a tractor trailer - written on the side in huge letters 'Stay on the Path & you will see them again ... God' - under that it said 'In God we Trust'. I knew in that moment & in my heart I will see my Mom again. Answered pray - our Creator is listening - we are being heard ...
That is a beautiful and undeniable sign of assurance, thank you for sharing. My heart is with you in the recent passing of your mom. I know that kind of pain and sorrow.
Thank you Peggy ! I no longer beliwve in coincidence.. I believe in " co- incidents". 2 or more events runijng parralel that absolutely are connected. .
Hi Peggy I certainly appreciate your boldness and your tireless pursuit of the truth. Being in Mpls at this time...(I live in several countries, depending on the time of year) I am about as close as one can get to the turmoil that is being propagated. I was a long time financial and business coach, but following several legally guided psychedelic trips with mushrooms in Colorado last June, I changed about everything there is to change about one's life. I gave up a 40 year business, and revisited my musical background which remained hidden for over 70 years...In any event, I have written several songs that may resonate with you and the work you do. I won't post my website or where all my albums are displayed, but will if you are are at all interested. B-Rhymer
Bruce, thank you for being on board. Yes, "turmoil is being propagated" that's for sure! I'm glad those in our community here can read between the lies and not get swept away with the headlines.
Beautiful. Thank you for this post. A few years ago after my sister died in a very traumatic way, I experienced a great deal of PTSD in the weeks and months after her death. The trauma was eating me up. One night I had a very vivid dream of my sister. She was in a room with no light source, but the room was nonetheless filled with light. She was radiant and beautiful. So beautiful that I could barely take it all in. She did not say anything and I don't know in the dream if she even knew I was there, but in that moment I knew she was ok and was with God. I believe that this dream was a heavenly hug. I never again felt the trauma of her death, only the sadness of her loss. Just recently this same sister's cat went missing in her house where my other sister lives. We looked all over and could hear it crying in the walls on the opposite site from the garage. It was close to midnight and dark. We scoured the house, climbed on the roof, went outside and looked in the trees. Opened up every closet. Peered into the rafters in the basement. No cat. After midnight, we went home to rest, planning that the next day we may need to start cutting into walls to find where the cat was. (Crazy, I know, but she was obviously stuck somewhere inside the walls or floor and couldn't get out.) Around 4 am, I had a dream that she was ok and would be coming out of the walls soon and that my sister in heaven knew she was lost and was praying. Within minutes of waking from this dream my other sister called to say that the cat had started scratching on the inside garage door going into the house a few minutes earlier and she had let her in. There is no connection from the garage into the walls of the house that we can find, but she was obviously in those walls and came out. Again, an answered prayer and a dream that was a heavenly hug.
-HEAVENLY HUGS-
JESUS HOLDS MY RIGHT HAND-
by Maryanne
As a form of comfort, I bought an Alpaca Teddy Bear, so I could tangibly feel like I was holding- THE LORD JESUS CHRIST'S HAND at bedtime, by holding the Teddy Bears arm or leg while I sleep.
I call the bear - "FEAR NOT, FOR I AM WITH YOU."
Isaiah 41:13"For I hold you by your right hand— I, the LORD- your God. And I say to you, ‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you."
At home, I have a beautiful picture of MY KING JESUS CHRIST walking along the beach and I told KING JESUS that -
"I am looking forward to walking the beach, HAND IN HAND with you in Heaven one day."
Shortly after I said this to JESUS, on April 12 2025,
I was walking a beach and I was looking for 1 ROCK=JESUS IS THE ROCK OF MY SALVATION!
Psalm 62:6-8 " He ONLY is my Rock and my Salvation; HE is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my Salvation and my Glory; The Rock of my strength, my refuge, IS IN God. Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us."
As I walked the beach alone, I was talking to the ducks in the water- "quack, quack, quack"
I suddenly stopped and silently touched a Rock hiding in the sand -with my foot.
I silently asked THE LORD,
"Lord what ROCK do you want me to find?
In that moment a little 6 year old boy- with golden hair - says to me outloud-
"HERE'S YOUR ROCK" with his left arm fully outstretched with a ROCK IN HIS HAND.
I took the ROCK and examined it. It is gold and white and purple and looks like a mountain with 5 nubs and a slit like nail hole piercing in the ROCK.
I said "thank you" as I glanced into his golden eyes and went @ him to the water- to clean the ROCK off from the sand that was all over it.
Matthew 7:24-25“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine (Holy Bible) and puts them into practice, is like a wise man, who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on THE ROCK OF JESUS CHRIST."
later after I was looking at the ROCK -
I excitedly discovered that THE ROCK fit into my right hand perfectly and comfortably.
JESUS sent a Golden Angel Child Messenger -to MAKE SURE- that I KNOW that.....
- JESUS HEARS EVERY WORD I SAY-
-JESUS IS RIGHT HERE NEXT TO ME-
-JESUS SAYS, THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR-
JESUS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH ME -TODAY AND FOREVER MORE!
If this encourages you, I encourage you to read a deep, but very simple book
by Jeanne Guyon- Titled- "Experiencing the depths of JESUS CHRIST"
His Holy Presence has become very Real and very Present, in my daily,
devoted walk- WITH the Person of The Holy Spirit.
I am my Beloveds and HE IS MINE forevermore.
Song of Songs 2:16
Father, Glorify YOUR Name!
Dear Peggy, You touched my heart so with this one. I like to be brief and to the point when I write these comments, but it seems like I have to be a little more verbose this time... Thus, I retired from my work as a lawyer in 2005. My husband of later years, Clem, had come in to my life a few years before. A hard nosed, former Marine, machinist, he was older than I was, and he saved me from the moral drift of my life in our four short years together. We retreated to rural Washington state where we took care of our small " acre" of land (no horse and no plow, just a few beautiful trees and a lot of weeds) and explored the backroads of the Northwest. Clem took up woodworking and bought a nice table saw for the purpose. Our life was a joy that last year of Clem's life. And then, one day in April of 2006, Clem, mysteriously told me that he wanted to show me the ins and outs of the rather jerry rigged irrigation system that polka-dotted the property. We then toured the turn off valves which seemed to be here, there, and everywhere. (Why now?, I thought). That night in the wee hours, as we lay in bed, we both woke up simultaneously, having heard an insistent and distinct knocking on the glass door to the yard. Clem went to investigate. There was nobody there. The next morning, as I cleaned up after breakfast, Clem went to the bathroom with his crossword puzzle. An hour later, I went looking for him and found him keeled over on the tub. The local paramedics came fairly quickly and went through the motions of trying to revive him, but ultimately took him the 15 miles to the small rural hospital for the region. He had passed away. I was completely distraught as I drove home. (We had no family and no friends in the area. Our lives had been so self contained.) When I got home, I was walking to and fro, just trying to get my bearings. I needed to do something, anything! I went out to the garage where Clem had his saw and found it covered with sawdust. I looked around for the brush and large plastic dust pan that he used for cleanup out there. Nowhere to be found. I lurched into the middle of the garage and screamed to the "heavens" a plaintive "where is the damn dust pan, Clem?" The thing then dropped on my head (!) seemingly coming out of nowhere. It shocked me so, that I went back into the house and sat down in Clem's chair by the window and flipped on the nearby switch to turn the overhead fan lights on. (It was one of those 3 light tulip bulb attachments.) Almost immediately after the lights came on, the one bulb positioned toward the direction of Clem's chair, burned out.... I won't unduly prolong this story, but I will just say that in subsequent years, at low moments in my progression through life (the most recent being about 3 years ago) I have had fleeting and very pointed visits under various circumstances from men who bore an uncanny resemblance to my dear Clem, to buck me up from whatever doldrums I had them descended --- whether the flight attendant from nowhere who showed up at my seat (on Southwest Airlines, no less) when I decided to take a trip home to California a few days after Clem died, and told me that I looked like I needed a martini and brought me one unsolicited (a "Clem channeling if ever there was one) or the Triple A guy years later who showed up from three towns away ( in Wisconsin where I now live) to help me start my dead battery on my new fangled car that doesn't take standard jumper cables, and then insisted, as if he had all the time in the world, on accompanying me to the auto parts store in the neighborhood so I could purchase the right type of battery charger and then walked me through the charging procedure as if he had all the time in the world. He happened to notice the saw in the garage (I had kept it all these years through various moves, for "unknown" reasons) out of the way and unused and asked me with a sort of gleam in his eye, whether someone used it. Thanks, Peggy, for reviving precious thoughts.
Gina, I got continuous goose bumps reading your (not coincidental) amazing experiences of Heavenly Hugs from your dear Clem. My heart is with you on the passing of your husband 🙏. Thank you for sharing these stories, which are undeniably messages of comfort. I have many experiences of electricity-related things happening after loved ones have passed as well. I will keep your stories and share with your permission!
Thank you again , Peggy, for your recognition of the miracle that our lives are in every critical sense. If A.I. world ever takes us over, they just might be surprised to find that we have flown the coop. Our spiritual home doesn't give up on us when we need it most. Your advice from the heart is another God send to so many of us. And I would certainly be delighted to have you share my story with anyone. People that haven't been "touched" by the miraculous need to hear about it!
Peggy, you and everything you do are Heavenly Hugs for me! Blessings and thank you!
🙏💕
My Pug Dog, Twinkie, was Murdered by The Donald via Shedding by Jabbed floor replacers---Broke my Heart Little Twinkie was my child---Lost my family in an accident---wife and 3 children-Heart Broken--my Heart was Crushed. Then Twinkie showed up. Changed my life.
We buried little (9 lbs) Twinkie in my sisters backyard----Sister planted an Annual plant which bloomed Purple flowers-----it's an Annual meaning they die after a season--Not this one--It keeps Blooming Every Year, which is suppose to be impossible.
Thats my Heavenly Hug Piss Peggy.
Life is Real, Life is Earnest and The Grave is not its Goal. My Grandaddy''s Last words before he went to our Heavenly Father.
Love One Another.
Your story is so touching and brought me to tears. Rest in peace, precious Twinkie, and thank you for sharing this amazing story: "It keeps Blooming Every Year, which is suppose to be impossible." 🙏
Yes! Both my parents died unexpectedly. My mom in 2021, my dad in 2024. Three of us live 4-6 hours from where mom was in the hospital when we got the call that she was nearing death. We all left immediately, worried we wouldn’t make it. But we did. Mom passed away peacefully about 20-30 minutes after the last of us arrived surrounded by all of us and loved. Arriving on time wasn’t lucky, it was God enabling us to say goodbye.
In contrast, the circumstances around our dad's death and our relationships with him weren’t so easily resolved and we did not have the opportunity to say goodbye. Fast forward to a few months later, late summer 2024. I was sitting outside reading and heard/felt something. I look up and two hummingbirds were literally hovering side-by-side at eye level about 6” from my face. They stayed like that maybe a full 15-20 seconds. I’m positive that was a love note that God had those birds deliver to grant me peace, encouragement, and reassurance that It/All is Well.
I'm so sorry you experienced the passing of your parents unexpectedly and so close together. The hummingbirds sound like they brought you comfort and peace. I love how you expressed it: "I’m positive that was a love note that God had those birds deliver to grant me peace, encouragement, and reassurance that It/All is Well." 🙏🙏
i pleaded for help and the devil responded within a minute. thats all i get.
Once I was a little distraught after fighting with my partner like we always did to a psychotic point...I walked out and went for a walk, only to come across some kind of street festival where there was a bluegrass type of band playing and I sat down, resting, enjoying that moment as peaceful and relaxing, contrast to what I was experiencing at home... I suddenly realized that the song they were playing and the words they sang reminded me of my grandpa and would be the kind of song heard in the radio in his garage...and I no sooner than thought that when a wave of goosebumps came all over me...I knew instantly it was him giving me a hug...
Oooh, Gregory, I got goose bumps just reading your story! Lovely, and comforting, thank you so much for sharing!
I had forgotten all these details but as I typed this it all came back and I had a little cry! Grandpa was a really sweet man. Both my mom's parents loved unconditionally... Everybody!
Definitely not coincidences! The first one that I can remember is when I was on Long Island. I used to ride my bike long distances and stop to cool off at a beach about midway. I had stopped at the beach and lost a brand new turquoise ring that I liked in the waves. Of course, there was no finding it. A couple of days later, I was on my bike again, and stopped at that same beach. There were always about fifty people at the beach, since it was summer. I sat down on the sand, and a little girl walked up to me. She held out her hand, saying "Is this yours?" It was my ring! Since then, so many things have happened that are similar to this. We are known, we are loved.
Wow!!! That is quite a story! What are the chances? Not a mere coincidence, that's for certain!
Thank you so much Peggy - to me you ARE a heavenly hug with all your thoughtfulness, kindness, and attentiveness and taking the time to dig into the truth. Hopefully one day soon our evidence will rise to mainstream so we can take our govt back and get them to actually be for WE THE PEOPLE as ridiculously wishful thinking that may be!!!
Thank you, Cary, for your words of encouragement! I am truly blessed to have met people like you on this journey. 🙏
We had a big ice storm here in the South last week. The other day I saw the young mail carrier get out of his truck and gingerly walk to our mailboxes a few feet away. The complex had not scraped so it was sheer ice. I have a huge bag of cat litter on my porch I was going to donate to the shelter as I no longer have a cat, but something told me to hang on to it. Well, I grabbed my little bucket filled with litter and scoop and walked over to the mail carrier and waved. He saw I was sprinkling near him then I handed him the big scoop to put down near him. I continued giving him litter until the area was covered so he wouldn’t fall. Then he came towards me, gave me a big hug and told me he loved me! Well, that made my day as I have recently been going through a situation with a man I really care about but he’s afraid so it’s been very hard as I have not seen him in a few months. So I was thankful to help the mail carrier and get a hug and some nice words in return!
What a beautiful gesture, Jeanette! Your story gave me chills, and not because of the ice storm.
Dr. Ellie Phillips has the skinny...xylitol
Interview her...!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Peggy for sharing your 'Heavenly Hugs' - touched my heart. After the passing of my Mom in 2022, I was driving on the highway heading to NC to clean out her apartment. I began tearing up feeling the loss of her presence. I spoke out-loud "God, if you can hear me, please show me a sign that my Mom is okay & with you". Less than 2 minutes later I passed a tractor trailer - written on the side in huge letters 'Stay on the Path & you will see them again ... God' - under that it said 'In God we Trust'. I knew in that moment & in my heart I will see my Mom again. Answered pray - our Creator is listening - we are being heard ...
That is a beautiful and undeniable sign of assurance, thank you for sharing. My heart is with you in the recent passing of your mom. I know that kind of pain and sorrow.
Thank you Peggy ! I no longer beliwve in coincidence.. I believe in " co- incidents". 2 or more events runijng parralel that absolutely are connected. .
Molly, I really love how you highlighted the "co-incident" phrase. Love it!!
Hi Peggy I certainly appreciate your boldness and your tireless pursuit of the truth. Being in Mpls at this time...(I live in several countries, depending on the time of year) I am about as close as one can get to the turmoil that is being propagated. I was a long time financial and business coach, but following several legally guided psychedelic trips with mushrooms in Colorado last June, I changed about everything there is to change about one's life. I gave up a 40 year business, and revisited my musical background which remained hidden for over 70 years...In any event, I have written several songs that may resonate with you and the work you do. I won't post my website or where all my albums are displayed, but will if you are are at all interested. B-Rhymer
Bruce, thank you for being on board. Yes, "turmoil is being propagated" that's for sure! I'm glad those in our community here can read between the lies and not get swept away with the headlines.