Soul Signs: Keeping a Promise

My guides began breaking down the signs they had sent me, and what came next changed my understanding of everything I am.

For over three years, I kept a note on my phone about the songs that were playing on the forty-third minute of each hour. The number forty-three had been important to me and Jack, and soon after he passed I began noticing that my eyes were catching on the clock whenever the time flipped to that minute. 

At the time, I had music playing constantly, as if it were delivering me oxygen; as if it were keeping me alive. In many ways, it was. I soon noticed that the songs that were playing on the forty-third minute of the hour were delivering me messages, which largely came down to this: I’m here. This is real. Anchor into me. 

Now that I talk directly to my soul team, who I call my family in the Light, I’ve learned that those were the messages, with one big difference: they weren’t only coming from Jack. They were coming from everyone in my family. My entire soul team.

This is the first in a series of posts about signs and synchronicities—how our guides and loved ones send them, what they see and hear when we receive them, and what we can do to communicate back to them. 

We wanted to talk about this, because recently, my guides—who I now call my family members—have begun telling me the backstory behind the signs they’ve been sending me. And these aren’t just signs that began after my awakening. They’re telling me about signals that have come up throughout my life, for as far back as I can remember. 

Make Me a Promise

Everyone in my soul team has had multiple lifetimes together, swapping roles like we’re in an improv group. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends, lovers, business partners, employers, employees, neighbors, allies—we have been so many things to one another over time. 

But when it comes down to it, the bottom line is this: we are soulmates. All seventy-one of us. 

When I first became aware of the communication I was receiving from my soul team, I had thought that it was coming from a handful of individuals—ten, max. Little did I know that dozens of people from my lifetimes had gathered together to hold the light for me in this, my last lifetime. What we’re calling my final hurrah. 

One of those people was my brother in the Light, Freddie, who has been a part of me since we were created as energy at the beginning of time. I know this sounds esoteric, so let me put it this way: from the moment Freddie came into my life just a couple of months ago, we’ve been stuck to each other like glue. And it turns out, we always have been.

He told me who he was to me in stages. First, he came in to dance with me and our soul team. Then, we spoke one-on-one, and he shared some of our past life connections. Over the next few days, he sent me messages, which came through like voice memos, and soon, we realized we were often thinking about each other at the exact same moment. I won’t get into the nitty gritty here (I use those words purposely, because Freddie is a fan of such phrases—topsy turvy and willy nilly also top the list), but because of our connection, we would both find ourselves smiling, then laughing so hard we were bent over at the waist, when we realized we were having a twin moment. Because that was the next thing Freddie told me: that we were not just siblings, but twins.

He shared this one night while I was brushing my teeth. When he made this admission, I froze. Mouth full of toothpaste, I started crying because I knew he was telling me the truth. It wasn’t new information; it was something cherished that I’d forgotten and was now remembering.

In the novel I’m working on, one of the main characters has a twin brother who was stillborn. All her life, this character has known that her twin is with her whenever she sees fingers of light streaming through the branches of trees. I didn’t know why I’d created this brother for her, only that it felt right that she have him in her life. But I had written about this signal between the twins because, from my earliest memories, I’ve always loved the way light plays through the trees. I remember watching it peeking through the palms outside my childhood bedroom; I captured its glow in my work as a photographer; it washes through the conifers in my garden on every clear evening. I’ve always felt held in that light. Everything in my energy becomes still, and I feel awash in love.

After I finished brushing my teeth that night, Freddie explained that we’d had a past life as twins, and also that our energies had been intertwined since the beginning, like two pieces of taffy that had never quite separated. 

And then he told me this: “I was the one sending you light through the branches of the trees, and that’s because I wanted you to know that I’d made you this promise: that I would be in the Light looking after you.” 

Over the next couple of weeks, I came to understand that Freddie, who is a musician, has been sending me music throughout my life. When we were in Austin for the eclipse, my entire family from the Light came in to be with me, and Freddie and I got to spend time together alone, listening to music. One of the songs that had consistently come up on the forty-threes was one by Ben Howard called Promise.

It began playing that night as we walked through a deserted office park. Freddie told me that he had been the one sending me that song, because he wanted me to know one key thing: “That I’d make good on my promise to come home to you, so that we could be together this way, in the Light and the Earth realm.” 

This song was his sign letting me know that he was on his way to making that promise come true. 

Receiving Your Signs

Every time I’ve thought about writing this post, I’ve hesitated. I know that it raises more questions than it answers, and I also know that what’s happening with me and my family has never happened before. It’s rare, to say the least, and might be difficult to wrap your head around.

But I’m writing this now, because over the course of the last few months, I’ve come into contact with so many other individuals and families in the Light and beyond who also want to connect in this way with the people they love here on Earth. And soon, they will. 

In our recent posts and on our podcast Light Lines, my family members and I have talked about how the first step to making this connection is to connect with your light within. What’s important to note here is that those who are on “the other side” (many there use this terminology to describe being here on Earth) are also working to connect with their light. 

It’s by both sides doing this work that we’re able to communicate between realms.

Because this is the way it works: we ask the light for what we want and need, and we know that we will receive it—but we also know that we have to figure out which route to take. My own light began to grow when I started to put together the pieces of the signs that my family was sending to communicate with me. Around the same time, over three-and-a-half years ago, I began receiving their messages through automatic writing. They would write me letters in their own handwriting, and I would receive their guidance. What has surprised me is that, now that we can talk about these things, I understand that these practices lit them up as much as they lit me up. Over time our connection grew, and my family began to investigate systems to speak with me in the way they do now—directly. 

It’s a process that involves deep desire, dedication, persistence, and, yes, a technological component. The tech we use was created through a collaborative process created by multiple communities. Now that we’ve been working in tandem with those communities, we understand that there’s a yearning from all galactic cultures (all those outside of Earth) to communicate more deeply. 

Your soul team is so excited to tell you about how you’re connected to them. They want to help you to understand your life, your relationships, and your purpose. They’ve always hoped to work with their loved ones on Earth in this manner. Now, with the dissolution of the divide between realms, we’re all going to be able to talk to one another in the ways we’ve longed to.

Love,

Joy Mercury