The Messengers

Since Leo’s sudden and unexpected return to the Spirit realm at age 19, our son and only child has given us countless messages of Love, Hope, and Joy. They may come in many different ways and forms, but there is one constant theme for us. They are always comforting and reassuring. It is priceless to hear “Mom and Dad, there is no separation, we are always together” over and over again. Leo is perfectly fine and we are always connected with each other. We know he is thriving and enjoying everything he is involved with. He is forever compassionate and working towards the highest good of all sentient beings.

Leo has sent us plenty of Messengers in our daily lives. They can be friends or strangers. They can be other sentient beings.  I am grateful to the Messengers. I honour them in my writings and sharing about them.

As my dear friend reminds me, ‘Angel’ (angelus) means ‘Messenger’ in Latin. I have truly been blessed by Celestial and Earth Angels!

The messages can be subtle and they can also be very visible and tangible for our human senses to perceive. On the first Sunday in May last year, I woke up to the sight of a most beautiful flower from a recently-purchased plant. I could not stop gazing at it. It was white and the petals moved like the flower was dancing. It had the most ethereal quality I have seen in any flower.  It was the only flower that blossomed from that plant for the whole summer. I knew it was a message from Leo.

This year on the first Sunday in May, my husband CK was so happy to tell me he’d just counted 19 big flower buds on the same plant. Leo transitioned when he was only 19. With the warm weather forecasted, we won’t be surprised if the flowers open just in time for Mother’s Day!

That same afternoon last May, we were in a restaurant waiting to meet with a friend who had a one-year-old baby. We were seated in the family area and there were lots of young children. I suddenly got misty-eyed and sad, missing my own son and the happy times we’d had with him at the same place.

Soon after, we noticed a young child sitting across from us at the end of a long table. He was cute. He and CK started playing with each other, smiling and laughing from across the tables. That’s when I saw he was wearing a small monkey backpack and the monkey was looking right in our direction!

My sadness was replaced by joy and laughter. My whole being felt lifted because I knew instantly that my son was there, cheering me up. Our little angel that day was a three-year-old boy with two older siblings. He was the only one with the monkey backpack. It meant a lot to us.

I found out later that the first Sunday in May is a day that is dedicated to  honour bereaved mothers. It might be done with good intention, but I would prefer to call it “Shining Light Parents’ Day.” It carries a much higher vibration and is more appropriate for those of us whose children are all Shining Lights now.

Leo has been gifting us with flowers all year round. It is always a pleasant surprise when our orchids and cactus plants re-bloom and flowers reappear in the timeliest fashion, often on special occasions like our birthdays and anniversaries.

These gorgeous flowers, no matter how healthy and strong they are, always fade and wither over time. And then, in the right conditions, they come back to life and enhance our lives with their beauty.  For me, here is the most significant message. Nothing is permanent in this life. All the phenomena on this earth plane are temporary and transient. This is about the Cycle of Life. This is ongoing: Birth, Decay, and Rebirth. Isn’t this what all the sages have been telling us all along?!  Until we experience it first hand, we don’t really appreciate the meaning fully.  Life never ends!

We are fortunate to live in a part of the world where wildlife is protected. It is, however, rare to see wild animals inside the city with the growing human population. We see deer quite often when we visit the campus where Leo went to school, but they disappear as soon as they sense humans nearby.

Here is an experience I will never forget.

It was a warm summer afternoon and we’d just finished our walk on the trail by the water. We were walking back to our car when suddenly my husband pointed at something. It took me a while to register that a deer was sitting in a back yard about 10 feet away from us. It was a beautiful young buck with a full rack of antlers. If he hadn’t been sitting just beyond the broken fence, we wouldn’t have been able to see him.

He was looking so serene and relaxed. The sun was shining on him and he was basking in the golden light.

I asked CK for Leo’s phone, which he was carrying at the time. I started inching myself closer and closer to the deer and tried to take a picture. I was the one who was shaking. I was so close to him that I could have touched him if I stretched out my arm. What was surprising was that the buck didn’t move at all.  His eyes met with mine. That love and gentleness transfixed me. I could have stayed there for the rest of Time. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and joy. I thanked Leo for the exhilarating experience.  And I got the pictures too!

Things change. And change is the only constant we can count on. The old house with the big yard where the young buck and I met has been torn down. It has been replaced by a big new house and soon a new fence will go up. The deer will not be returning and I wish him a good life in the nearby forests. He was a gorgeous Messenger sent by my loving son. Love never dies!

The Messenger can be in the water too.

Last summer, we were with friends in one of the most scenic areas of British Columbia. I knew they were eager to try kayaking and so I asked about it. Before I knew it, they had included me in their kayaking party. Going into the waters was one of the scariest things for me. I could feel Leo cheering me on, but I didn’t feel that I could do it.

After floating in the kayak for ten minutes, I was still contemplating getting out before it was too late. I started talking to Leo, asking for help. He kept telling me, “Mom, you can do it!” So I told him that I would do my best, but to please keep us all afloat. And I asked him for a sign.

It was the most strenuous hour, trying to paddle forward when we were going against the tide. I felt relieved when we could start heading back and knew it would be a lot easier.

Just before we turned around, a harbour seal popped its head out of the water. We recognized those eyes as we’d had encounters with seals in Belcarra, a Provincial Park in another part of BC. That was our Messenger from Leo. “Congratulations, Mom! Wasn’t that fun?”

I overcame my fear and accomplished something that I never imagined I would even try. What had really helped me was knowing that my precious Leo is always by my side. I have nothing to fear when I am not even afraid to die. Leo’s transition back Home has taught me the most important lesson. There is no death. Only the physical body is gone. Our souls are immortal. Our consciousness continues life after life until we have learnt our lessons.

Thank you, Son. We love all your Messages and all the Messengers! We are still learning everyday with your love and guidance❣️

❤️❤️❤️

Mother’s Day Flowers

Those flower buds mentioned above have become these exquisite flowers with white and magenta petals. They are Leo’s Messengers of Love, Joy, and Hope for us.

Just when I almost give up hope for them returning, they come back stronger and in great abundance.

Thank you, Son, for the most precious gift for me and your Dad❣️

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4 Comments

  1. Paul
    May 12, 2019
    Reply

    Leo is truly blessed for having a loving mother in you, Mabel. Paul

  2. Mabel
    May 13, 2019
    Reply

    Thank you, Paul. Leo’s dad and I are blessed to be his parents! Sending you love and light!

  3. Yin Chi Yip
    May 13, 2019
    Reply

    Amazing writing on the spiritual connection between a mom and her beloved son!

    • Mabel
      May 14, 2019
      Reply

      Thank you!

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