The loss of my mother, an angel among angels, was an ordeal that reinforced my belief in the existence of an invisible world.
The Final Moments and Farewell
Our family was caught off guard when my mother was urgently taken to the hospital on a Sunday evening, only to leave us the next morning. Being in England, I couldn’t return in time. Her illness had worsened that summer.
The morning of her departure, an enigmatic message repeated in my head, “11:11”, woke me up.
At the hospital, my sister and father were with my mother when the nurse asked if there was another child, indicating the end was near. I called to say “Goodbye,” even though she was unconscious.
Shortly after, she officially left her earthly body around 12:10. But my sister indicated that the electrocardiogram dropped to zero between 12:10 and 12:12, possibly at 11:11 in English time. Her death date, 20/11/2023, also evokes the number 11 when adding all the digits. I saw it as a sign, like the wings of an angel, marking her spiritual elevation.
Encounter with the Invisible
A few hours after her departure, I felt an invisible veil envelop me in the street, overwhelming me with emotions and chills, reminding me of my mother’s tender gestures during my childhood. This was her farewell this time.
That evening, an unusual light in my dark room revealed the presence of a luminous creature (angel, elf, etc.), whirling and dancing around the room, symbolizing my mother’s liberation from her painful and confining body for years.
She seemed to transmit words to me: “I heard everything you said this morning, your words, your confessions, and it brought me the peace I needed to leave.” Some more personal words remain in my heart. This experience and the vision of my mother as a young woman soothed and supported me during the ordeal of her funeral, which became a celebration of her passage on earth.
Celebration of Life and Passage
During the ceremony, a fortunate coincidence determined the date and place: Saint John the Baptist Church, on November 24th, my father’s birthday and corresponding to my name. On the morning of the celebration, I found two small white wings in front of my mother’s bedroom window.
Refusing to see her body in the morgue, I preferred to remember her in her most luminous and happy form.
When asked how I was doing these days, I responded that I was both sad to no longer share moments with her and happy to know she was in a beautiful light.
The three signs on that Monday – the time 11:11, the veil, and the vision of the angel – brought me support and peace in my mourning. I needed to gather with my family, and these reunions were comforting.
Conclusion: An Angel Among Angels
Throughout her life, my mother cared for others, her family, her friends, without asking for anything in return and always keeping a low profile. She always saw the positive side in everything and had a keen sense of the human soul.
She also encouraged me to fully embrace my extrasensory abilities, a topic that interested my mother, and to live with authenticity and generosity.
This passage marked a turning point, strengthening my faith in a reality beyond the visible and the importance of cherishing every moment of our earthly existence. She will forever remain in our memories. She touched many hearts, who came in large numbers to her funeral. An angel on Earth has joined the angels in heaven.
