The Story of the Tiny Red Balls

A fun chain of events led to a participant attending Louise's presentation at Seattle's East West Bookshop earlier this week. She received wonderful confirmation from her non-physical brother. He showed that he remains forever connected to her through the love they share, flowing as one in the Stream through eternal, non-local consciousness!

Here is what transpired that evening —

And here is her story:

Dear Louise:

After the passing of my brother Jeff, I was working through my grief by searching for ways I could still have a physical connection with him. He was so young when he passed (only 18) and because we are 17 years apart while he was growing up, I consequently felt robbed of time with him.

I was working in the garden the spring after Jeff's passing and began finding several small colored plastic bb balls that he had shot at the fence through the years. I associated the colors — red, yellow, and green — with a stop light and made an agreement with Jeff that we could use them as a form of communication. Red meaning "Sit up and take notice!", yellow being more "Keep an eye out..." and green being the color for something like "Hello" or just that he is hanging out with me. Needless to say, when a red ball shows up I get a little stressed because I'm left to figure out what I need to do, or what I'm missing.

I already considered myself a fairly spiritual person, not necessarily in a traditional religious sense but more like combining metaphysical beliefs with my upbringing in Catholicism and throwing out the noise in the middle. After Jeff's passing, I began reading everything I could find on becoming more intuitive in my search to have a physical connection with him, a contradiction that I'm certain I share with many people.

This July I was on one of my searches at our public library and I ran across your book, Heart Links. Many of the stories really hit home with what I was experiencing in my own personal grief. I was so inspired by how thoughtfully you presented the connection we all have that I immediately went to your website to learn more about you. Naturally one of the first links I went to was you schedule. I was quite excited to discover you were going to be in Seattle in September on the first stop of your book tour! I followed the link to the bookstores website but your event was not yet listed. I made a mental note to check again later, but forgot all about it in my day-to-day routine.

Several weeks later, I was working in the lower part of the garden and at the toe of my show was a little red ball. I immediately became stressed, and just didn't want to deal with it. Everything in the weeks prior had seemed to be going so well I didn't want to believe I was missing something. So, I picked it up and threw it in the mulch pile. I went on with my day with a small knot in my stomach, but was determined not to deal with it. I wished to remain ignorant. The next day, I was working in another part of the garden and there again at my feet was a little red ball. Obviously my brother was not going to let this go. So I picked it up and said "Okay Jeff, what am I supposed to do?".

The first thing I usually do on my search when I receive a ball is start with my email. So I immediately went to my iPad and began checking mail which led me to surfing the web. I was perusing the Internet doing searches on "signs from deceased loved ones" but found nothing that jumped out at me. So I decided to check my bookmarks. I saw your illuminations link and remembered you were scheduled to be town in just a couple of days. I thought to myself that he couldn't possibly just be trying to remind me of your visit because in the past his heads up's have always been something that dealt with consequence.

So I continued stressing out trying to find a deeper meaning. After a couple of hours racking my brain, I began feeling like perhaps he was just trying to remind me. So I asked Jeff to have you mention a red ball to me when I see you if that indeed was all he was trying to convey. At that point not able to think of anything else I let it go.

A few days later I was in the audience during your lecture at the bookstore. At the end when you began your mini-readings you came to me first and immediately started talking about my brother. I knew then that he wanted me there. As if to seal the deal or what could be described as a teasing elbow to my ribs from my brother, you sure enough brought up a round red ball. At that point, I (of course) got teary-eyed. I can't tell you how nice it was to receive confirmation that the "agreement" between my brother and me is real. It is so comforting to know that he and I can still communicate. The communication may come in the form of a tiny red ball but truly impacts me in the most meaningful way.