My brother-in-law died unexpectedly of a heart attack in his early fifties. He left my sister and their daughter and ten close siblings, and in the first few years after he passed we had abundant signs from him. He is the most powerful post-death being that I have ever known in the flesh. His first unmistakable sign to me was a brief but strong whiff of cigarette smoke (he had been a heavy smoker) when I went into the guest room of his house for my first stay there after his death; and he appeared as a column of light in the first group photo taken of his siblings soon after his death. For his family he did a lot with electricity - turning TVs and lights off and on - until they asked him to stop, they got the point, and they were trying just to watch this program, please ;-). So he stopped. In recent years he always shows up when any of us has a reading with a medium, but he has left our lights alone.
As we know, our minds are energy, so messing with electricity is easy for the dead; but Jerry has been gone ten years this past January. Signs tend to lessen over time, and for him to want to freshly communicate with us now would be a bit unusual.
My sister sold the home that she and Jerry had shared, and seven years ago she bought a nice new condo. There were a few problems with the condo's details which were all fixed by the builder, except that there is one spotlight in the kitchen (the middle one of a series of three) which never worked reliably. It almost never turned on with the others, and the rare occasions when it did turn on were isolated: flip the switch off and on, and the light would be dead again. It generally would go for most of a year without ever turning on at all. I visit my sister every couple of months, and the last time I was here - in April - she noticed that the light turned on the first time that I was in the kitchen. Then she remarked that "Hey! - you know, the only time the light ever goes on is when you're here!" I said, "Hi Jerry!" and we laughed about it.
Last evening I arrived at my sister's condo again to spend a few days. We entered the kitchen, she flipped the switch, and she gasped and said, "The light is on!" And so it was. There above the triangular case that holds the flag that had draped Jerry's coffin - the flag that I only then realized is directly below that recalcitrant light - was Jerry's light, just as bright as the other two. My sister swore that it had not been on even once since I was here in April, and she said that she realizes now - thinking back - that the only times it ever has worked have been when I was there. Just as amazingly, the two subsequent times last evening that I needed something from the kitchen, when I flipped the switch that light went on - and having it work more than once is something that never has happened in seven years! I thanked Jerry profusely each time - you must do that, since unless you acknowledge signs they will not continue. My poor sister was a bit freaked out, but I couldn't wait to share Jerry's sign with you!
It is early the next morning. Soon I will go and see whether that light still works today, but either way we have our sign. This is the way it works, dear friends! The odds against chance that one particular light will work only when one particular person is (very rarely) in the room are astronomical. These signs are all around us, but - as you can see - they are subtle enough that unless we notice and keep track of small events, we might very well miss them!