The Magic of Marbles

Greetings my friends!

Today, I have a special treat for you. I’ve had a few extended email exchanges with two of my blog readers about magical marble experiences and would like to share their stories, as both are extraordinary.  I invite you to add your stories to the comments section for others to read as well.

Before we go there, I just want to comment that it’s a fascinating fact that the most popular search term that brings people to my blog, besides my name, is “marbles.” Also fact is that the most commented-upon post EVER in my blog is the one about how my brother in Spirit, Merle, brought me a bowl of marbles.

A “Bowl of Marbles” from my brother Merle

People are finding marbles everywhere it seems and connecting these marbles to their Loved Ones in Spirit. Why marbles? Honestly, I don’t know. I can guess that it’s the capacity for marbles to hold light or energy and therefore be more easily manipulated by Spirit, but some marbles are rather opaque non-reflecting glass, so I’m not confident that’s the whole story. If anyone out there has a theory about this, please share in the comments!

The first story up is from Joanne W. who commented on my original post. The second story from Ann came to me via email. She was seeking answers to a situation in which marble were literally dropping out of thin air!


“Gifts from Heaven” by Joanne W.

September 1, 2017

Hi Renee. During the past couple weeks, I have been finding marbles under one of our trees in the backyard. The first three times, it was one at a time, then today, two within a few feet of each other. I didn’t know if the dog was digging them up from the dirt, but they’ve all been found within the same couple square yards outside our back door. We are out there a lot because it’s near the grill, so I’m actively looking at this point. It made me worry a little because the dog could accidentally ingest one and choke, but they’re smallish and smooth.

Marbles from my Daughter

I posted this on FaceBook just a little while ago and one of my friends linked me to your site. What I didn’t post publicly is that the location is under the bedroom window of my deceased daughter. She died in that room. She leaves signs for me all the time and I make sure to collect the coins I find, but this is pretty cool. Thanks for sharing the story of Merle. It warms my heart that they are still busy on the other side, dreaming up ways to connect and affirm their love for us. It never ends.

May 25, 2018

Renee, after I wrote you, it was a few days of thinking. Then, I asked my daughter to please send me one last sign to let me know it was her. Other folks were saying it [the presence of the marbles] was just birds, raccoons, kids with slingshots, etc., so I just asked my daughter if it was her. The answer came almost immediately. I found a couple more marbles in the grass, further out in the yard, in a wide open space. They were in front of my statue of the Blessed Mother. That was enough for me.  So, I have a small wooden bowl that holds these beautiful marbles I consider gifts from heaven. Thank you for your inspiration! Happy Spring!

“Marbles Dropping” by Ann from Indiana

My father died when I was just out of high school. He and I were always close and after he passed, I felt as though he was still around in Spirit. About 15 years ago, I found a business card with his signature sitting on a table in my classroom. It was a card that had once been in his wallet (which was at home tucked safely in a bedroom drawer).  He had been gone for 22 years by then and I hadn’t touched that wallet in years. How Dad’s business card turned up at work I have no idea. I was stunned and assumed Dad was just trying to let me know he was there; I was going through a tough time in my life. I didn’t tell anyone except my husband Jim because who would believe me, I thought. The reason I’m telling you this is because it sets the stage for my story. Something happened that I never in my wildest dreams saw coming.

I heard something behind me drop and roll across the wood floor.

It all happened about a year ago now. By then, my Dad had been gone for 37 years. I was sitting in my family room having a coffee and reading, my husband Jim was already at work. I heard something behind me drop and roll across the wood floor. I stood up and looked behind the loveseat and found a black colored marble. I picked up the marble and held it under a lamp where it glowed a soft green color. We didn’t even own marbles, and I knew my grandkids had never had marbles anywhere that I knew of. But the even bigger question was, “Where did it drop from?” I looked up at our high ceilings and wondered if it fell from a rafter. Maybe someone who lived here before set one on a rafter and it had shifted and fell. It seemed to be the only logical answer. I called Jim because I was so stunned. My mind started drifting to my Dad again. Was this another sign from him? I slipped the marble into my the pocket of my robe.

We both looked down and watched a marble roll out the door and stop right at our feet.

The next day was Saturday and Jim was outside working on our deck. I opened the patio door and stepped outside, leaving the door open. I turned to talk to Jim and he stood up and walked toward me opening his arms to give me a hug. As we embraced, I heard something drop with the rolling sound again and we both looked down and watched a marble roll out the door and stop right at our feet. Jim asked me if that was the marble that I found the day before. I told him I wasn’t sure, but it was identical to the other marble. I bounded up the stairs to see if the marble from yesterday was still in my robe pocket. Reaching in, I felt it between my fingers. Now we had two marbles! We were so surprised and shocked. We had no idea what was happening. I was starting to get afraid, feeling like this had to be some kind of sign. Was Dad trying to tell me that something bad was going to happen? The black look of the marbles made me think it might have some evil attached to it. Jim went back to working on the deck and I went inside and started cleaning.

Marbles from my Dad

A couple of hours later, it started to get dark outside and I walked over and closed our front blinds. As I was stepping back across our large open dining room and kitchen, a marble rolled right across my path stopping as it hit our kitchen island!  I became very animated and called for Jim to come inside. I showed him the marble and told him what happened. He was shocked and kind of delighted. At this point, I was getting very nervous and afraid, for now we had three identical marbles! We talked about it over and over as the day went on. I told him that I thought it was a bad sign. He believed me when I told him that I thought that this was my Dad trying to tell me something. After the incident with the business card years before, he knew that Dad would reveal his Spirit to me.

Several days went by and we saw no more marbles. But the marbles were very much on our minds. Jim had a dream that he came downstairs one morning and our entire floor was covered in marbles! I had trouble sleeping. I called our kids and told them. I even called a priest friend of mine. I was concerned that people would probably think we were making the story up, I stopped talking about it, but never stopped thinking about it.

Finally, I got on the internet to search for any information on marbles dropping from nowhere or objects appearing to people. That’s when I found Renee Buck who’d had an experience with marbles appearing to her from her brother Merle. She and I emailed and she told me that since I was afraid, she believed the marbles would stop coming. She said that if it was my father’s Spirit involved, he wouldn’t want me to be afraid and would stop sending them–that he would find another way to communicate.

Renee asked me what I was looking for from my father. I told her I wanted to know if it was him and what he was trying to tell me. She advised that if I was looking for clarity I could ask my father to give it to me in some way. I took her advice and one day when I was alone in the house I spoke out loud to my dad. “If the marbles are from you Dad, will you send just one more?” I didn’t tell anyone I did it and no marbles came to me.

“If the marbles are from you Dad, will you send just one more?”

The following weekend, Jim and I were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. I decided to tell him that I had talked to Dad and asked him to send one more marble if they were from him.  Jim turned to me and said, “I just found one more marble outside the back door!”

We now have 4 identical marbles! In the past year, we never received another one either. I believe that Dad was showing me that he was still with me after all these years but felt horrible about scaring me so badly. It was just like Dad to show me the last marble in a quiet way, through Jim. Jim had found the marble tucked inside the straws of a broom we had leaning outside our patio door. One other thing about this experience really amazed me. My father died way before I ever knew my husband, but yet Dad revealed his Spirit to him as well. I like to think that it is his way of telling me that he likes Jim and trusts him for me.

THANK YOU Joanne and Ann for allowing me to share your beautiful stories with my readers. They are both lovely and uplifting (and amazing!) reminders that our Loved Ones are always working hard to let us know they are present with us, that they are alive in Spirit and doing all they can to support us through the paces of our lives here on Earth.

COMMENTS ARE OPEN for anyone who wants to share a story of his or her own regarding physical evidence received by Loved Ones in Spirit. I love to read everyone’s experiences and I know my readers do, too!

In love and light,


2 thoughts on “The Magic of Marbles

  1. So I found your blog about marbles because I too found a marble in a very strange spot and know that it was a sign from the beyond. On a hike through the desert outside of Phoenix last year I wandered off the path to look at the vegetation. There under a bushy sage plant was a marble. It was rather chipped up and I wandered how in the world it could’ve got there. It was a glass marble with white swirl inside. My mom who passed away in 2009 from ALZ collected marbles. I feel this the kind of thing she would use to give me a sign that she was with me that day. She was a lover of the desert & the beauty it held.


    1. Hello Maureen,

      Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful story. It sounds like your mother guided you directly to the marble as well. I love it! Stay open to that inner voice…

      Love and light,


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