When the Universe speaks directly to your heart
June 14, 2025 by Lisa Guyman
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Sometimes the universe sends us messages when we least expect them.
Some may call these coincidences. But anyone who’s paying attention knows there’s something bigger at play.
Think about a time when you experienced a sign or synchronicity…
Maybe you were feeling a bit down or missing someone special, and suddenly a cardinal or butterfly appeared right in your path.
Out of the blue, you heard your loved one’s favorite song playing on the radio, just when you were thinking about them.
Or, you noticed repeating numbers—like 111, 222, or even a birthdate—on clocks, receipts, or license plates.
These mysterious moments don’t just randomly pop up. They’re invitations to remember that we’re all connected through invisible threads of energy and love.
The thing is, sometimes we’re so in our heads that we miss the gentle nudges from the universe.
Last Father’s Day, I shared the story about a synchronicity that brought me great comfort when my father died about 20 years ago.
If you’ve been receiving my emails for a while, you may have heard this story. Keep reading… you won’t want to miss the extra story about a magical fork!
Around the time my dad died, I encountered synchronicities that conveyed to me at the deepest level, that all was well.
When I visited my parents at Christmas, my dad was doing his daily mile-long swims — at the age of 79. All was well.
But a couple of months later, I got an ominous call from my brother, who said:
“You need to get back to Michigan ASAP. Dad doesn’t look well.”
I booked the fastest flight to Detroit.
Just days later at dinner, my father had a stroke and was hospitalized. When they ran some tests, the doctors discovered advanced cancer.
But after a couple of weeks, things relatively stabilized, and my Dad started prodding me to file my taxes.
So I flew back to Denver thinking we had more time.
I was wrong…
The very next night, things took a turn for the worse.
I was back on a plane to Detroit.
My head spinning with thoughts about losing my dad at just 36 years old.
While on that flight to Detroit, the man sitting next to me, who didn’t know why I was flying, said:
“I travel a lot, and make it a point to stop at Cracker Barrel restaurants to pick up stones with words written on them, like Peace, Believe, Dream…”
I got goosebumps…
Cracker Barrel was a restaurant that was close to my dad’s heart.
Then this gentleman said:
“Sometimes, I carry one of those stones with me … and then I meet someone, and I know the stone in my pocket that day is for them…this one is for you.”’
He placed a teal-colored stone in my hand with gold lettering that spelled, “God.”
I got full-body chills.
I knew it was my dad sending me a message before he left his “temporary human disguise” that all was well at the deepest level.
When I arrived at the airport, I headed straight to see my dad. As I entered his room, it was too late, my mom said, “He’s gone.”
Her minister was there 20 minutes earlier and said a prayer while he and my mom held my dad’s hands.
Instead of feeling like I should have gotten there earlier, the encounter on the plane gave me a deep sense of peace. I knew that it had all unfolded perfectly.
My mom got to say goodbye to her best friend by herself.
So, it all worked out even though I had a different plan in mind.
Days later more magic happened…
At my dad’s memorial lunch, while ordering my salad dressing, my fork decided to defy gravity. It floated several inches above the table like some kind of magic trick.
I reacted instinctively by batting it down.
For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating.
Fortunately, the family friend next to me saw the whole thing. We both stared at each other with our mouths hanging open. My dad was getting my attention one last time that week.
The thing is, we are multidimensional beings. Our loved ones connect with us from the other side in myriad ways.
They communicate with us through feelings of love, comfort, and joy.
They give us signs in the form of songs, objects, images, sayings, and synchronistic events to point us in the right direction, to let us know they are there, and to let us know we are loved.
Messages like these remind us that we’re not alone on our soul’s journey. Through our struggles, challenges, and dreams.
My dad left other people’s lives better off. He was loving, kind, and generous to family, friends, and anyone he met. From ice cream shop owners to bank receptionists, he brightened lives with his warmth and humor.
That’s the real legacy – leaving the world better than we found it. And Dad did just that.
In many ways, Father’s Day and Mother’s Day are celebrations of the archetypes of father and mother, a celebration of you and me, and all the roles we play in this cosmic drama called life.
So, if you’re missing someone you love, I hope this message lifts your spirit and reminds you that we’re all in this together.
?? Lisa
P.S. I spoke at my dad’s funeral and read, “Things I learned from you…” (which I’ve shared at the bottom of this email). I had given this to him at Christmas, just months before he fell ill.
