The book with the cardinals on the front has gone out of print. The one with the hummingbirds is the reissue, available on Amazon, $5.99. This synchronicity was sent by a close friend who asked to remain anonymous.
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At the end of October 2024, I was reading the MacGregor’s book: Secrets of Spirit Communication, that Trish had gifted my partner and I in 2018. It should be noted that the cover image of the book includes two cardinals. In one of the chapters the narrative describes how readers can ask for a sign to help them on their journey, and to make decisions.
I chose to read the book because I was in the middle of a period of personal acute turmoil. My partner of 13 plus years and I were in the early stages of separating and I was unsure of what was going to happen in my life. It was a feeling of distress—full of grief and fear, and a literal feeling in my body that I was falling. I questioned whether I should keep trying to make the relationship work, transition to a friendship, or let go completely. I was unable to grasp what was causing all the confusion that was occurring and how rapidly things were falling apart.
So I decided to ask for a sign. I didn’t ask for anything else, just a sign because that’s what the book was suggesting. Within a couple of days, or it could have been the very next day, I was sitting in the living room reading and I heard a crashing bang noise in the front of the house. I opened the glass front door and saw a young robin lying on the front step with its neck broken and gasping for air. I put the injured bird in a towel and left it in the grass. The next day I checked and it was dead. My partner disposed of it in the garbage. I didn’t mention anything to him about what I was thinking at that moment—that this may have been the sign I had requested. And if it was, then life was going to radically change for both of us.
I had just cycled through another birthdate to my life. At 68 I had never experienced this type of bird-flying-into-glass-death event. The dead bird woke me up to a new feeling of finality—the sense that the relationship might be dead.
A week or so later, after my partner had already moved out, I decided to try again to ask for a sign—just to reassure my soul that the dead robin was the sign meant for me. I asked for another sign before falling asleep. The next day I had an appointment at the local university, in the oral history department. I parked my car at the library and walked several blocks to the building. When I reached out to open the door, I looked down and there in front of the glass door was a dead bird–a yellow-throated warbler. The sight of it freaked me out and I was shaking internally as I climbed the stairs to reach the office for my meeting.
These two dead birds delivered the signs I needed to transition into a life without my partner. I’m forever indebted to those beings for “telling” me the truth.
