Updated: Feb 4
Have you ever heard something in the real world and you knew it was a psychic sign?
I had a Psychic Hearing experience when my dad crossed over. There are many different kinds of Psychic Hearing, but this one was a real world sound on the radio and I knew what it meant right away.
When I was little, my mother tucked me in at night with a sweet bedtime song. She had a beautiful voice. If she wasn’t home, my father tucked me in. I always asked him for a song. He did NOT want to sing to me and he tried to get out of it every time. But I always persisted until he gave in.
It was always the same awful song.
It was always same Country Music song. "Home, Home on the Range." Sound in his deep, gravelly voice. Every note was wrong. Completely off key. I was little and even I knew it wasn't right--LOL. But I thought it was better than nothing! Looking back, of course, I'm grateful he sang it. (Later I found out he didn't like country music, so it was even weirder!)
When I was in my 30s, my father passed away of a heart attack. That day, I got a phone message saying that my father was in an emergency hospital room in Huntington Beach but there was no information. Just a request to come to the hospital. The ER staff wouldn't give me information over the phone except he was there. They suggested that I come to the hospital.
So I got in my car drove to the hospital from Los Angeles as fast as I could. The radio was on to whatever station I last listened to--just some regular rock music station, but not a country station.
Even though it was a song on the radio in the real world, it got my attention.
Here's where the Psychic Hearing experience happened. Suddenly the song “Home on the Range” came on the radio. Because the rock station would never have played it, I knew it was a sign that he passed away.
When I got to the hospital and found the ER nurse, she told me when he crossed over. It was about the time his song played.
It was comforting to know that we were still connected.
But it get's more interesting. Every year for 5 years on Father’s Day, that song would come on the radio on some radio station that didn’t normally play Country Music. I heard it on a talk radio station, during a radio play, on an NPR station. One year I heard “Home, Home on the Range” on the classical music station! (That was unbelievable!)
Those 6 times were the only time I ever heard that song on the radio. I always knew that it was my father, somehow getting a message to me that we were still connected.