Your 'Deceased' Loved Ones Hear When You Talk to Them

I want to share more on what I’ve come to realize is the truth, that death is not the end. When we die, our consciousness leaves our physical bodies and takes on an etheric body that feels as tangible as our flesh and blood bodies once were. When our loved ones die, they don’t disappear. They continue to be around you, and they DO answer your calls, but in a different way than when they were alive. Ask for a sign and give it a week to show up in your life. Be clear on what you are asking for, and make it something specific.

My uncle liked Jim Croce. At his funeral in 2019, I played ‘I Got a Name’ on a portable stereo. Although I had known that song for years and enjoyed it, I came to associate that song with my uncle. After a conversation with my cousin in which she said that a full-page SLOTH showed up in a magazine at the dentist office the day she requested to be shown a sloth by her spirit guides, I decided to ask my uncle for a sign that he is around. I said in my head, ‘Show me Jim Croce. Play ‘I got a name,’ or ‘Operator.’ After that, I was careful not to Google or otherwise search for Jim Croce so that the algorithm wouldn’t pick up on it. I wanted this to be a clear sign that I couldn’t argue away with technology. A week went by, and no Jim Croce. I figured maybe it doesn’t work every time. But then one night, I was browsing ‘stories’ from Facebook friends. With stories, they just play one right after another. I was about to skip one when I saw that it was from Jim Croce, who I’d almost forgotten I had followed on Fb. I put it right up to my ear. ‘No way it’s the song, right?’ He had many songs… It was ‘I Got a Name.’ The tears just flowed down my face. It was such a clear and obvious sign to me.

      
I layed there on my bed in awe, as I realized this stuff really works. Sure, you could say it was a coincidence. I do follow Jim on Fb, afterall. But I will offer that I generally skip stories if they’re from pages and not friends. This time, it felt like my uncle and the Universe had to work a little bit to get that message to me. And this is not the first time music has shown up in my life as a sign of encouragement. One night in 2024, I was in an Uber, loaded down with heavy stuff. I had landed in Portland that morning for a multi-day art collaboration. It was a long, difficult day, and I was upset because technology wasn’t working out for the group exhibit. In fact, I was at the tipping point already when I realized I’d left my headphones behind in the building. It seemed like the final straw in a day where everything that could go wrong, did — and the next day would surely be difficult, too. I was lost in these upset thoughts when the Ed Sheeran song ‘Perfect’ came on the car radio. I thought that was interesting because I’d been listening to that song on loop. In fact, it was definitely the last-played song on my phone, the one I would be listening to if I had my headphones to wind down. Music has always been how I process hard stuff. In part because of my autism, I find that shutting out the world with music is a coping mechanism for when things get too overwhelming.

Then, the driver turned the volume up and up… until the song was practically blaring. This struck me as highly unusual, since Uber drivers generally try to keep the volume at a comfortable level. It could have been her favorite song, but to me it felt like a clear signal that the Universe or someone around me was witnessing my distress and sent me that song as a way to lift me up. I sat there trying to hide tears, because I couldn’t explain why this felt so intentional. I have increasingly believed since that moment, that we are never truly alone, even when it feels like times are dark and difficult. And the spiritual realm does seem to emphasize the fact that we are never alone. It DOES feel so lonely much of the time.

Now, we get to some other uncanny things that have happened which prove to me, that life continues after physical death. I have two friends who passed away young, from suicide and overdose, respectively. On their birthdays (or sometimes the anniversary of their deaths), I try to offer food on a tray, with a picture of them on my phone next to the food. This might seem strange, but similar customs are done for the deities and ancestors at my house. I had no idea if they received the offerings or not, but still I put food out for them. This past summer, I had 2 separate dreams where both of them came to me and let me know they had seen the food. My friend Chris hugged me and sat down to eat. My other friend, Austin, actually held out a tray to ME, and it was filled with Chinese food (lol. I think maybe he associates me with Chinese, even though he’s white and I usually offer him classic Western dishes.) He then said, ‘I don’t believe in chemical happiness’ and I knew in the dream, that he was referring to medication. The dream was a bit somber. He seemed to be alluding to all the meds he was on to manage his Bipolar, ADHD and depression. I know the meds were very difficult on him, and he sometimes acted very out of character because of them. I thought that was very interesting, but I do hope he is ok where he is.

Another time, I was talking about my deceased dog, Kiko, in a very teasing way. I joked that she went to hell, because of her many bad behaviors in life. At the same time, I wondered why I could sometimes feel her around, even if I couldn’t see her. That night, I had a lucid dream where I was floating down the hallway of my house and saw that it was blizzarding outside. I thought ‘wait a minute, this isn’t real. This is California in October!’ At that instant, I was transported back into my bed, but I heard my dog’s footsteps just outside my room. I also had a vision of her face, as if she was saying ‘Here I am,’ after I wondered why I never see her. To explain this, after Kiko died I could sometimes physically feel her jump on my bed. These were definitely NOT just dreams, they felt as real as real life. But I could not see her, even with my ‘astral eyes.’ In that vision, I clearly saw her face bathed in blue light. She looked knowing and serene. I firmly believe they know when we’re thinking or talking about them. As an aside, the day my dog died was a rare blizzard event in Portland, OR and the bitter cold mirrored the way we all felt about her passing. Kiko was likely projecting the memory of her last day on Earth.

Lastly, I had self-published a very vulnerable book to Amazon a few years ago. I used a pen name in order to protect my true identity. But I was praying that the book would find an audience because I had what I believed was an urgent message to get out into the world. A couple days after the book was listed for sale, a Starbucks order showed up on my door with my pen name on it (the last name). I always order under a totally different name, so I was really shocked to see my pen name written boldly across the bag with black marker. It was not a common name, to boot. This showed me beyond a reasonable doubt that there are unseen forces that support us when we need it. And I have found that the more you ask and open yourself up to receiving, the more help can come to you. This extends beyond signs from loved ones, as you’ve seen here. Support can be a healing dream, an uncanny event, or synchronicty that has private meaning to you. I want to encourage all of you to ask often and sincerely for help and signs, because there is so much more to our reality than we perceive physically. The famous line goes, ‘Ask and you shall receive.’ I never thought about it much, and it’s not like we get everything we ask for; but the spirit world does answer requests, and I can personally vouch for it.