We are never truly alone. At the threshold between life and death, angels always hover close, ready make the crossing - and the letting go- easier.

Chapter Sixteen. Transition into Light

This post is part of my book, Sea of Miracles: An Invitation from the Angels. In this series, I’m revisiting the book—reflecting on it, fifteen years later—with fresh eyes and deeper understanding.

If you’d like to follow along, all the chapters and reflections are gathered here.

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Introduction
Death, for those of us who remain, can feel like a stark severing — a quiet or sudden departure that leaves us breathless. But from the perspective of the soul, it is not an end. It is a transition — and one that is tenderly supported. Again and again, people have shared stories with me that affirm something astonishing and beautiful: we are not alone when we die.

The angels come. Whether we believe in them or not. They come not to judge, but to accompany. They come bearing peace.

Photo by Dominik Lange on Unsplash

Chapter Sixteen:
Transition into Light

The angels showed me:
No one dies alone. We hover close, easing your passage
and comforting those who love you.

When our time comes — no matter what we have done in the past, no matter our earthly regrets — the angels are with us. At every stage of life, and every threshold of death, their function is to support, encourage, and bring peace.

They do not judge us — ever — for the things we may have done or left undone. At the moment of death, the angels ease our transition from physical to non-physical form.

When people wrote into the magazine to share stories about the deaths of their loved ones, striking similarities emerged in their accounts. Most commonly, they described:

• A wave of energy that moves through the body of a witness as the loved one passes and brings a sudden sense of peace and comfort.

• Twinkling celestial music — usually (but not always) only heard by the one who is passing.

• A soft white light that fills the room, especially in the final moments of life and at the moment of transition.

• Beings of light (or clouds of light) visible in the corners of darkened rooms or hovering over the bed.

Witnesses consistently report that when this light appears, even those in great pain often become visibly peaceful, making a gentler transition.

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Goodbye Messages

Sometimes, those who are not physically present when a loved one dies still receive a “goodbye message.” It might come as:

• A flash of knowing

• A gut feeling

• A vivid image in the mind

“I just knew he was gone,” they say.

Other times, the message arrives in more mysterious forms:

• A phone call with no one on the line

• A sudden flickering of lights

• A rush of rose-scented air

• A breeze passing through a closed room — at the exact moment of death

These messages are real. They are felt. And they bring a sense of connection that transcends the limitations of time and space.

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And so we are never truly alone at the threshold. Whether we are holding the hand of someone we love as they take their last breath, or receiving a sign from across the veil, we are participating in a sacred passage — one guided by unseen but deeply felt presences.

This truth brings peace not only to the dying, but to those who remain. It softens our fear of what lies ahead, and reminds us that every soul is met with tenderness. The same love that welcomed us into the world will also guide us home.

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A Grace Note:
About the Color White

The angels often use the color white to signal their presence. A white feather falls from the sky, a flash of white at the corner of our eye reminds us of a loved one.

In modern hospitals, doctors and nurses wear colorful scrubs. But when angel nurses appear in patient stories, they are often dressed in crisp, old-fashioned white uniforms — complete with the starched white caps that today’s nurses rarely wear.

When angels incarnate to rescue stranded motorists, the cars, trucks, and emergency vehicles they use are often white — and they tend to bear some kind of sign:

• A distinctive license plate or bumper sticker or written words on the side of the vehicle or in the back window. These signs almost always carry unique personal meaning to us - as if the angels are alerting us: Yes, this is really us!

For example, when I was driving along one day, contemplating a major job change, I was cut off in traffic by a white Nissan Pathfinder. In the back window was a sticker that read: Go For It!

White objects and images may appear in dreams — or in waking life — as quiet affirmations that angels are near. In my father’s story, the pigeon — the only bird of its kind in the area — was white. In my mother’s dream, the owl that brought a message from her friend Edith was white.

It’s a kind of shorthand — an angelic code — that something deep within us instinctively recognizes and understands.

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Conclusion
When the moment of death arrives, we are met. Whether we believe it or not. Whether we expect it or not.

No one dies alone.

The angels come in silence and in light. They come in scent and song. They come through a dream, a whisper, a nurse in white. They come because we are loved — infinitely and unconditionally.

If you are grieving a death, or if you are preparing for one — your own or someone else’s — you can ask for their presence. You can trust they are already there.

There is no need to be afraid. The transition is sacred. And the light that meets us is the same light that carried us into this world.

Your loved one is not alone - and neither are you.

Photo by Zoran Kokanovic on Unsplash

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Thank you for reading along as I return to Sea of Miracles, fifteen years after publication. These stories changed my life and it’s my honor to share them with you.

If this story touched your heart, I invite you to share it with someone you love. Someone who might find comfort or guidance or a spark of insight for their own journey.

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Next up:
Chapter 17 - The Listening Universe

Until then,
I wish you blessings and Love
Amy
xxoo

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