When I wrote the poem, Ghosts, which is the story of my friend’s passing and subsequent visit to me from the afterlife (if you don’t believe in this sort of thing, you’re welcome to stop reading now), I mentioned finding dimes. We had a remarkable flurry of finding dimes in the months after he passed, too frequent to be coincidental. The dimes would show up at random times, all by themselves on a table-top or the middle of the floor. If we talked about Phil or finding the dimes with someone, we’d notice a dime when we walked into another room, or returned home. The placement of the dimes appeared deliberate, neatly lined up in the center of a surface, heads up, very visible. It got to be that we’d just say, “Oh, hello, Phil!” when we’d discover one. Just joking around, but really not, you know?
The most telling example of this phenomenon was when we returned from a long bike ride with friends. We had ridden the trail from our house to downtown Minneapolis, enjoyed dinner on a rooftop overlooking the city. On the return trip, my friend and I left our husbands behind on the bike trail, and I confided that I’d been “visited” by Phil’s ghost and that we’d been finding dimes everywhere. I mentioned I was reluctant to share this, but she assured me she believed every word. As we rolled up the driveway to our house and lowered our kickstands we looked at the cement step of our front stoop. Right in the middle on the step’s edge, heads up, was – you guessed it – a dime. Other placements were in the middle of the driveway directly in front of the garage door, and on the side door’s step. It must have been that Phil was hanging around outside as well as visiting inside.
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After a while, the dime discoveries tapered off a bit, but there were still occasions where Pete and I would discover a dime during a meaningful moment. One of the most significant was when we were seated getting ready for takeoff on our trip to Alaska. We always get adjoining aisle seats if we can, and there in the middle of the plane’s aisle right between us after we settled in, was a dime. I pointed at it during takeoff and we just looked into each other’s eyes. There was nothing to say.
I wish I would have researched this phenomenon back then, but it never occurred to me to do so. On occasion I would share these examples with people and just as likely as not, would get a condescending little smirk in reaction. There were some who believed that there was a correlation with the beyond, and some who most emphatically did not. I tended not to mention additional sightings to those who did not, but did share a couple of instances with Pete’s family when we sat around the dinner table and the subject of ghosts came up.
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Fast forward to this year. In June I returned to Michigan to attend what my side of the family was calling “CousinFest 2010.” We were on the main outing, all we cousins, which was a Leelanau County winery tasting tour. Getting into the back seat of a vehicle with my oldest cousin, I spotted a dime on the floor between us. ”Look,” I said, jokingly. ”Someone is telling us they’re pleased we’re together today. I wonder if it’s your mom or mine?” We chuckled and I put the dime in my purse, thinking surely it fell out of the console where they might keep spare change for a toll or something. We proceeded into the next stop and were gone for a while. Back in the car again, and there’s a dime on the seat between us. Now that was spooky. I wouldn’t put it past one of my knucklehead rellies to have put it there as a joke, but they would’ve ‘fessed up by now.
In July, we lost Pete’s mom, Joan, not unexpectedly, but still rather suddenly. In the shock of the next few days, a family friend, Jill, whom Joan had treated as a daughter, was very distraught as they’d been on vacation when Joan passed. They rushed to our home without stopping at theirs upon arriving into town and we had an emotional visit. Then, they proceeded to their house to unpack and settle in. Turning down her bed covers the night before the funeral, Jill found a dime.
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Pete’s dad began finding dimes right away, too. One appeared on the table beside his favorite chair, one of a pair in their living room where they would frequently sit together while Joan was ill. Another was under his shoes as they lay beside the bed ready for him to swing his feet into upon awakening. Another dime was discovered in the lawn at the cabin, just at the moment he looked down at his feet.
By now, we were all on the lookout for dimes. We suggested everyone make a clean sweep of tabletops and landing places, so we could start an analysis from scratch. Several more were discovered at the cabin, which is the family’s favorite place, and at home.
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In August, Pete and I decided we would retreat to our beloved Minnesota North Shore. I wrote about our meaningful experiences in our series, Looking Into Forever – Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4. Those posts were very difficult to write, as they contained very powerful experiences, messages and reminders. What I didn’t tell you is that while Pete was breaking our camp for the last time on our last day, he found a dime all by itself in one of the tent’s mesh pockets. We had never used them for spare change whatsoever.
At findingdimes.org, we’re told by a commenter,
“There is an old adage that says “Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is proof.” So I feel like something is going on here. This is not random. There is a reason why I am finding these dimes. Someone is sending me these dimes. I’m not sure exactly who. Or exactly why.”
Another commenter responds,
“Dimes are a sign of love from someone who has passed on and it’s their way of sending encouragement and peace.”
Another reference I found provided these anecdotal insights:
“Last night a dime suddenly dropped in my house. But the weird thing is…I am from Europe. I have never been in USA.”
“When I find a dime I look to see which side it is on. If it is on the flame side(the torches) I take that to mean direction. The torches are a trinity, a number of completeness. I know that wherever I was in my mind at the moment I found the dime is something I should consider and know that the creator is listening. If it is on heads I take that to mean “face it.” Face where I am at the moment and except it. I know this may sound silly but since I have been finding dimes for a long time I gave them this significance. I’m glad to know that I am not the only one that finding dimes is weird.”
and this (wishful?) insight:
“Pay phones only used to cost a dime to call somebody… Spirits are asking you to call them. That’s the honest truth.”
Evidently, many people tattoo themselves with a dime and a significant date after a loss. There are many comments supporting the practice and acceptance that this is a sign throughout the older entries in InkedBlog.
Wilder theories abound in another forum:
“In numerology the numbers 1-9 are used as well as the double digit (master) numbers 11,22,33 and so on. I think that finding a dime could signify a new beginning. In numerology you take the numbers down as far as they go, so 10 would be 1+0=1. The end of the single digit cycle, and the beginning of the double digit cycle. It’s a perfect number. A perfect balance of positive and negative. The Yin and Yang of the number world. So. Take finding dimes as a sign of change (quite literally).”
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The meaning of number ten deals with returning to our center, coming full circle. Ten holds a vibration of unity, as well as fresh starts.
If the number One symbolizes the beginning (& it does), then we can say that the number Ten represents the outcome, result, or achievement of that first step or beginning.
The most profound message number Ten hails is “whatever we sew, we shall now reap.” In other words, “what comes around goes around.”
Ten also represents fulfillment, attainment, and completion. These attributes are obtained by observing the Ten containing all the elementary numbers from 1 to 9. As such, Ten is a vessel holding all the jumbled up potential found in the language of numbers.
Ten is also a bit slippery because reduced – it turns back to number One – hence, again – a full circle, coming to the beginning – finding unity (all is one, one is all).
That you are picking up a great deal of dimes is quite a good sign. Specifically, dimes may be symbolic of shiny opportunities coming your way that you once thought were lost to you.
Remember Tens are strong representation of recycling events (full circle) – a dime is a superior symbolic symbol of such phenomenon. Consider how many times a dime (or any money for that matter) is recycled through our society.
Symbolic dimes provide messages of lost opportunities regained. Things we thought we should not or could not do are beginning to resurface. Our energies are being recycled. Our intellectual currency is on the brink of change.
Shiny, bright and round…these dimes on your path are beacons of promise. They hold the meaning of number Ten firmly in their vibration and that is: “Events are coming full circle. Cast off the old, and don the new. Step into the beginning that is for your greatest good.”
It’s quite a lot to think about, isn’t it? So much so, that I’m not sure what to think. However, I remain very willing to believe these instances are not mere coincidence.
A couple of weeks ago, a friend was over and mentioned she and her husband were going up to the North Shore on their anniversary weekend. Did I have any recommendations for her? I walked into my office and picked up our heavy North Shore notebook to get out a brochure for her. A dime flew out. It had been on the top page in the looseleaf binder.
And, more recently, in an attempt to declutter, I’ve been consolidating. When I opened a dresser drawer that hadn’t been used in months, amid all the other items was a lonely dime. No other spare change.
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Can all these instances be explained by a non-believer? Certainly. I don’t think we’ll ever know, even though there are anecdotes and tales of dimes appearing mysteriously and literally in thin air, while people were showering (with no pockets for a dime to fall out of), in locations far away where they were unlikely to be, and in places where your first glance would fall.
We’ll probably never know for sure. I’m hoping, though, I’ll find out once I reach the afterlife so that I can continue the practice with those for whom I care so much who remain here after me.
Have you ever had a similar experience that you took to be a message from beyond? Did you know there is even a Facebook page topic on Finding Dimes?
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Betsy,
I love stories like this. I’m a believer, even though I haven’t had any experience, like yours. I figure there are so many mysteries in this world we don’t understand, that it’s a good idea to not just reject things because we don’t understand them.
I also like the idea of dimes and the number 10, but my favorite was the person who said that “Dimes are a sign of love from someone who has passed on and it’s their way of sending encouragement and peace.” I will start looking for dimes or other objects to appear:~)
Sara has an awesome blog post here: Recipe for a blog post
Hi Sara – I wonder how many signals I’ve missed from being unaware? I like what you said about life’s mysteries and things don’t have to be explained to be noticed and appreciated, too. Thank you.
That’s fascinating!
Hi Dot – Isn’t it? My niece responded on Facebook that she’s been finding them a lot, too. One just this morning on a cooking magazine. Her Grandma was a wonderful cook, so she took it as a message. She also remembered some other instances in the family when Pete’s sister passed. Thanks.
That is a most fascinating story. I have no doubt it’s true, although I haven’t experienced finding mysterious dimes lying around. Having read this, I would be excited and overjoyed to have such contact with loved ones from beyond. Thank you for sharing this.
Hi Linda – Welcome to PassingThru! We’re glad you enjoyed this. Let us know if you notice anything in the future.
Beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing it. I have so many tales to tell that are in a similar vein. However, I am going to borrow one from my husband. A good friend’s sister died. The sister had a fascination with magpies. After her death, magpie images were showing up everywhere for my husband’s friend.
My husband did not know about the magpies, and a couple of days after the funeral, he went over to her house with a bottle of wine. On the label? A magpie.
A week later, this woman looked outside, and there in the yard was a magpie.
Important note: There are no magpies in Quebec. This is NOT their territory.
Eliza has an awesome blog post here: The Signs of Aging- Three Ways to Prevent It for Your Mind- Body and Spirit
Hi Eliza – I love it! A magpie is something that is so unusual it can’t just be coincidental. I think we just need to be a little more aware of a message, no matter the source. Thanks for sharing that story. Would love to hear the others, too, at any time.
Hi Betsy .. I’ve never heard anything like it .. and you explain it so well .. and I think I’d feel like you … so interesting to read.
Encouraging too .. and as Sara says being open to receiving and seeing .. absolutely fascinating .. and thank you for having the courage to post about it ..
Amazing times you’re both having .. thank you – loved it .. Hilary
Hilary has an awesome blog post here: Spaghetti anyone Made in China or does it grow on trees
Hi Hilary – Yes, you’re right, it’s been months of amazing things. Reminders of things unseen.
Oh I am reading a book to review right now that is just full of the wonders of these coincidences and the author says that is love speaking to you and for you to interpret. I may just have to link this post into the review…
On my morning walks for years I always found money, mostly pennies and one of my pockets contains the first quarter I discovered my first walk of this neighborhood 20 years ago. Now that I am worried about money, I am not finding it at all, consistent with what Kara read for my totem animal last spring….that it was like pennies and coins from heaven were falling all around me and I had this clear plastic umbrella open and for some reason I could not see it…
This kind of stuff truly fascinates me…Thank you for sharing.
Patricia has an awesome blog post here: Worship
Hi Patricia – Wow, that is a powerful thought: now that I am worried about (whatever), I am not finding it. Remember we’re told don’t worry about a lot of things in order for them to happen: getting pregnant, finding a partner, etc. Interesting stuff to ponder. Thank you.
Hi Betsy,
I had not heard of finding dimes, but had heard of finding feathers, which ironically I used to find a lot of after the passing of a dear friend.
I’m going to be on the lookout for dimes now that I’ve read your story with all of the meanings. Like you, I’m fascinated by this type of stuff and truly believe there’s “something” to it.
Barbara Swafford has an awesome blog post here: Cut the Cord
Hi Barbara – I didn’t know about finding feathers. Perhaps “they” may leave what we know about for us to find? Now that you’ll be on the lookout, let us know! Thanks.
Haha! Last night when I was brushing my teeth I found a dime on the bathroom counter, but I think it was part of the change my husband had on the counter that morning. Maybe…..
Barbara Swafford has an awesome blog post here: Cut the Cord
I wonder if that is the meaning of the feather in “Forest Gump”.
Love this story! I’ve always believed this world holds far more, well, thingees…..than we can perceive, be those “thingees” spirits, different dimensions, etc.
I’m also the kind of person who always waves when passing a cemetery to say ‘hi!’ to all the spirits residing there too. Makes me feel satisfied.
Barbara Ling, Virtual Coach has an awesome blog post here: Why I would NEVER use Kajabi…and why I’m telling MY customers the same thing
Hi Barbara – Thank you for saying that. It seems to me that all some ghosts want is a little acknowledgement, so saying hi is a nice gesture.
I’ve experienced this dime phenomenon after the death of two loved ones but why isn’t a hundred dollar bill left instead of a thin dime?
That it is a dime left and not a hundred dollar bill solves most of the mystery for me.
Hi Rebecka – Welcome to PassingThru! I would certainly take more notice of a hundred dollar bill myself! Thanks for your comment.
Betsy,
I am so happy that I stumbled on your blog today. My family has experienced the dime phenomena but, until now, had absolutely no idea it was not a unique experience. When my cousin Josh was fairly young, he was killed in a drunken motorcycle accident. Years later, his mother received a message from a woman claiming to be a psychic telling her that her son wanted her to know that he was okay and that if anyone in our family saw a dime we should think of him. There have been numerous occasions with the dimes but by far the most eery was my aunt’s (not Josh’s mom) car accident. Her car was shoved off of the road into a body of stagnant water with her in it. She got out safely, but her car and everything in it was covered in a thick muck from the bottom of the lake. Everything, except a brand new shiny dime. I know some people won’t believe this story, but I hope you do. I plan on sharing your story with my family.
One of the best dime stories yet. Wow.
I hope others will post their relevant experiences.
Pete has an awesome blog post here: Beautiful Autumn in Fly-Over Land
Hi Meagan – Welcome to PassingThru! Wow, what a compelling story. I believe you, and thank you for sharing with your family. Our family has all experienced this in one form or another, and we believe. I would love to hear the other instances you referred to. Thanks for stopping by and we hope you’ll stick around.
Betsy, I am so glad you posted this blog on FB! I am a firm believer in your dime story. I have found dimes now and again but have not paid it much mind. After my father died a year ago this Sunday, I had several electrical ” disturbances” in my shop.
The week after he passed, the lights at work flashed and dimmed and my computer was acting like it was posessed. I’ve heard of this prior so I was open to the possibility of “visits”.
It doesn’t happen so much any more, but I try to be aware to pop ins by Dad or my pets who have passed. I will now be looking for dimes. Thank you again for sharing with all of us.
Hi Stephanie – Welcome to PassingThru! Yes, you’re right about the electrical disturbance phenom, too. My daughter is a believer after we had an episode in an elevator right after she had dismissed my story about the dimes as ridiculous.
Thanks for stopping by and we hope you’ll stick around, too.
There are two facebook groups dedicated to dimes.
Besides the one you listed, there is “The Dime Philosphy.”
I started it. I had no idea there was another. http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=119313324754844
Today a former student stumbled across your web page & thought I had something to do with it.
Boy did that make me smile.
I get calls from friends and family all the time. They don’t quite believe me till it happens to them. They find a dime in the back of a toilet. In the freezer. On a bridge in the middle of nowhere. In a suitcase. A dressing room.
I collect the dimes. Keep them. I decided to count them. I thought perhaps by now (this has happened since 2002 ish) I would have at least 100.
I stopped counting at 450.
When I was a child my mother got extremely angry at me for taking my little brother on a long walk. We stopped at a stranger’s house, an elderly lady. We accepted food, drink, went into her home, helped her do chores — and accepted money from her. A dime. At 8 years old I broke every rule in the book about strangers.
I got the spanking of my life, an my mother took my dime.
When I find dimes, it’s always at a crossroads. I trusted my instincts at 8, and helped this frail old lady pick green beans. It was okay. I used judgement. Intuition. When I find a dime, I feel it is my mother telling me to use my intuition, my instincts in choosing what is right to do.
Internet, and discovering that I am not the only person this happens to is a wonderful thing.
Hi Kathy – Thank you for posting your link. I didn’t know there was another Facebook group and I will happily check it out. And I know what you mean about people not believing it until it happens to them. Thank you for coming by and Welcome to PassingThru.
Kathy, what a lovely thing you did for that elderly woman, but I understand your mother repremanding you for breaking her rules. Thanks for sharing your story. Last night was my first time on Besty’s blog, reading about the dimes. And what did I find this morning in the doorway of my pantry? You guessed it! I said hi to Dad and my pup who went on to the Rainbow bridge 3 weeks ago. I miss them all terribly but find a smile and a good memory when I think of them.
I found one in the bottom of my purse yesterday!!
Hi Judy – LOL I know full too well you don’t believe in the dime thing. That’s okay; I’m sure those who love you know this and make their presence known in other ways.
I think that’s the one I lost!
WOW Betsy! I remember you telling me about the dimes but I didn’t realize how much they appeared in your life. I wonder where my dimes went? I knew Phil always had a special bond with you.
Hi Heidi – Welcome to PassingThru! That he did. I think he is hanging elsewhere, lately. Just keep an eye open.
Thank you so much for your dime story. I too have been finding many dimes in the strangest places during the past four years. The dimes started showing up when I began having a lot of financial and emotional hardships in my life. I believe that it is someone or being that is telling me that I will get through these hard times. I used to get frustrated at first with the dime thing, now I see it as a blessing. I am glad that someone is looking over my shoulder and providing me with encouragement to go on.
Hi Birgit – Welcome to PassingThru! I think your interpretation of what finding the dimes means is a good one. It does appear that someone is watching out over you. Thank you for sharing your story.
I have been finding dimes for literally weeks now. I thought I was going crazy! Not only was I finding dimes, I was finding SILVER dimes – you know, the ones people save, not get rid of. Part of what I do is run an honor vending service for my husband’s workplace. Well, started finding pure silver dimes in it, everyday, usually more than one even! I thought ok, some numbskull has dug into a change jar to use it to buy chips, not realizing that they were saving them because they were silver, etc. (Incidentally, it wasn’t just dimes at first, it was many rare collectible coins. Also why I thought that.) Anyway, it was silver quarters, copper dimes (which I never even knew existed), Sacagawea gold dollars (ALL from the year 2000, BTW), even a Mexican $5 piece! Then came the silver dimes… One after the other. You can see why I chalked it up to some boob who was unknowingly giving me rare coins.
But then they started to appear not in the vending money, but in my personal wallet. Well, if you know me, you know I never mingle my vending money and my personal money or change… I know exactly what’s in my coin portion of my wallet. Hells no I didn’t accidentally start leaving myself SILVER dimes in there! That’s when the truth hit me like a ton of bricks – hey! YOU’RE the numbskull! Here I am trying to get your attention and no matter what rare coins I give you – you STILL chalk it up to coincidence! And I knew it was way more than just a coincidence or some silly person being sloppy with collectible coins.
I knew there had to be a meaning, and I got on the interwebs & started checking things out, which leads me to here. The last dime I found was today. I am now finding (mostly) regular dimes, but they are old yet still shiny. And I found this one on my front stoop. It did NOT have any marks on it, and the mail man that just left the mail for me surely didn’t drop it – oddly that would have been obvious to him, had HE seen it only a moment before he would have picked it up, it seemed so odd, just sitting there smack dab in the middle of the landing…
As to meaning? I don’t know. Someone is trying really hard to get my attention about something but what the message is, is still unclear to me. I will keep noting the findings and trying to figure it out. Glad to know I’m not alone in this.
OMG. Update. I had read a few more posts about finding dimes, and was getting everything gathered up to put away into my special box that I keep for the dimes and other odd coins I’m finding, when I realized that there were THREE ADDITIONAL COINS that appeared RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I can’t emphasize enough how much I nearly jumped right out of my own skin! I mean it really scared me I was so surprised!
There were two additional presidential gold dollars, (I had one, which was Zachary Taylor) now I have one from George Washington and one from James Madison. The other additional coin was a $1 Peso Mexican coin. Well, you know I described a $5 Mexican coin, and that was all that I had… Now I have TWO Mexican coins in my little box? How strange!
So apparently whatever it is that is wanting me to notice it is glad I’m onto it – but who is it or what is it? And I still don’t get the message!
There is an odd thing with 3′s though. Being that there were 3 additional coins out of nowhere, it reminded me of a dream I had two nights ago, where I dreamed that I was staying with a friend while she was in Italy, and I told her that I would be there as long as she was, and then I asked how long that would be and she said, “3 Months.” But in the dream even as I had it I knew it was an important bit of information even though I didn’t know yet what it meant. It was like my friend broke the 3rd wall of dreaming and spoke it directly to me as clearly as she could. (As in, like you’re seeing a movie and all of a sudden the actor talks directly to the camera.) BTW, I also recalled that part of the dream after I’d woken up, and noted it in my journal.
So perhaps something will happen in 3 months? This mystery just keeps getting deeper and deeper. Thanks for listening.
Hi Li – Would love to know how it all turns out. You’ve had a lot of activity. Thanks for sharing.
I stumbled on this link. My husband’s father died several years ago, he was an avid coin collector. Upon occasion he would give each of the 4 children a coin from a certain span of time. When he passed we all started finding coins. His grandchild, my son, his father, and I began finding dimes. By the way I am a believer. Just like the story and many of these postings dimes would appear in obvious places and some not so obvious i.e. in the center of the bed after making the bed. Our son has kept all the dimes he has found in a shoebox, he will not spend these. When I find one I simply say, Hello Granddaddy! These bring a smile to my face and brighten my day to remember a great man.
Hi Barbie – Thank you for your comment. I think you’re acknowledging the dimes in exactly the way things were intended.
Thank you so much for sharing your dime article. I too have risked being called crazy to share my joy in finding dimes and believing these dimes were more than just coincidence.
Finding dimes happened to me in 2006. It was the year my mother was ill from cancer and passed away on July 11th. I had been finding a few of them every now and then. Then one day in early July of 2006, after taking my mother to a medical appointment, I recall finding one at the foot of my mother’s wheelchair as we waited together outside the hospital for our ride home. The thought came to me that this dime was a sign from a dearly departed relative, Aunt Ini. When Aunt Ini was gravely ill, my mother flew to her bedside and spent a week caring for her. Aunt Ini was a very wealthy woman and seeing the dime made me think of her. I told my mom, “Oh look, Aunt Ini left us a dime.” With my mother being terminally ill, perhaps Aunt Ini was letting us know she would be there for my mother too. About a week later, my mother passed away. The dimes started coming quite regularly after that. So much so that I had literally found over 100 dimes within the year. The dimes may have started coming from my Aunt Ini, but I am convinced the rest of them came from my mother. She certainly knew I would recognize them. Now many of my family members find special dimes too and we all have a wonderful time sharing our dimes stories with each other. I have shared a few of those stories on the Finding Dimes facebook page which I was absolutely thrilled to discover even existed.
Hi Kira – Wonderful story, and wow what a lot of dimes! Thank you for posting it here.
I just realized this comment thread was started on my Mother’s birthday – October 14th. And I have felt her around me lately, for the first time since her death in 1992. I am currently finishing up a book manuscript, and can’t help but think she approves of it. Still waiting to see what happens in 3 months from Dec 20, 2010. So, I think I solved this mystery about who is leaving the coins.
BTW, my Mom had a nice silver coin collection, and always blamed us for her losing it, because we kids spent it on candy at the corner store, not knowing it was special. If it is her, it’s odd that she’s giving the collection back. I’m smiling as I write this, and I’m glad she’s around.
I have been finding dimes for years,and I have believed for a long time that this was my mother letting me know she was around. I have always been scared to say anything,because i thought people would think i was nuts!!!!! Lately dimes have been everywhere so i decided to google it not expecting anything to come up. I’m so glad to know that i’m not the only one this happens to. This article has given me much peace thank you very much.
hahaha i was the same way untill i read this and i cant beleive all the stories
I didn’t read any comments about a 10% tithe. I kno
Hi Betsy, i just had to comment on this article. in nov of 2007 i lost the love of my life while we were vacationing in Cabo. we were traveling the mountains between cabo & la paz & were hit while on a harley. we were both young & just starting to really come together after 11yrs. in Feb of 08′ one of Elizabeth’s friends said to me that she would talk to me by sending me dimes. i never really thought twice about it at the time as i was still in a brutal state. i would say within a day or two i found my first dime. i kept it. since that day in 2008 i have found appx 5 dimes a month in the most random areas in chicago. i live in the city & cannot tell you how many times i have found these dimes from my dearest. i have kept everyone & passed this along to my closest family & friends & they ALWAYS report to me when they find them & some have actually collected them for me also. it never seems to fail that when i have been extremely emotional or just down on everything or have a major hurdle coming up that i look & see a dime right in front of me. one morning while walking my dog down the alley & in a very unstable state – just completely depressed – i came across probably 50 plastic dimes on the ground of the alley – i guess from some board game or something but they were all life sized dimes that look real but are plastic! OH MY – i just had to start laughing & say thank you Elizabeth – i know i need to pull myself out of this state & you just reinforced that! ~ i still have my baby’s picture on my dresser next to my bed & have filled her frame with my found dimes (all the plasic ones are on the side…LOL). i just found my latest one yesterday in the middle of the sidewalk on ashland avenue. how can so many people be walking here & not see this shiny dime right in the middle of this sidewalk?? crazy! anyways my new friend (she has found 6 dimes since we started our friendship/relationship) found your article & passed it along to me yesterday right before finding my dime on my dog walk. thank you for putting this out there for others – i hope it helps someone who is hurting & they too can start to find dimes & feel something of a connection still with their lost loved one.
enjoy the rest of your summer & thanks again!
what a wonderful feeling!… to no that i am not alone on this one… i as well, just recently went through the dime experience phenomena! already a believer, i took this as a message to fulfill an idea i had. mystified by the continuing reminder, i than thought maybe it might be something else. my girl friend, just as curious as i was, decided to look up;” finding dimes”. now… i know.. it’s my MOTHER that just past away. Thank’s to all of you! that decided to share your stories, you not only helped me confirm my encounter, this whole”LIFE”.. now is making sense. thank you so much! and may the force be with you.
i COMPLETLY understand what you are talking about..i lost a very good friend back in highsdchool and to this day she still leaved dimes for me,her mom and her sister..i have around 12 sotries of dimes..from under my boots in the morning to finding one on the roof of a house when shingling it..it used to make me prety up set but now like u said i just say..”hi charlee” thanks for sharing
When My Grandmother died- I started finding dimes in the bathroom and all over, along with other member’s of my family. Once I got in trouble with the law, and was distraught, and I looked down… and there was a dime. I hate to say that my Mother never had that experience, but I guess she wasn’t in need. Just have to say- Grandma, Need a Couple more of Dimes
I have heard of this before with pennies, you know the old saying “pennies from heaven” but not with dimes. I’ll have to check out the finding dimes facebook page.
i truly want to believe that someone that we loved so so much is okay and that life after death is real…………..i want to believe more than anyone, but i am the type of person that needs to see or feel or hear not just be told for comfort………..but the dime stories………………..i thought it was all a coinsidence still i question it, but i have found dimes in may places both at work and at home????? my father and i were so close and i am taking his death so very hard and want to believe, but i am still questioning the dimes, would prefer to see his spirit and see his face or hear his voice. i will keep hoping and praying for that while i find some comfort in finding dimes?????? i am not a fool and i can spot a phony a mile away again i need more than someone esle trying to convince me of something that i want to believe in.
OMG!! My cousin posted the link to this blog on my fb. We lost her father in October 2003, my Uncle Larry was the most amazing man ever! Losing him was like losing my own father, he was the awesomest man! He was always laughing, telling jokes and fishing. Im not sure it all started from day one… I dont think we payed enough attention but my Aunt had went to see a lady that her friend talked her into seeing. This lady told my Aunt about the dimes he had been leaving.
When I find a dime, my heart is happy! I was at work several months after he had passed and went into the developing area to use a light table. I bent over to plug the table in and stood up to adjust it, bent back down to turn it off and on top of the plug sat a dime!!! I know no one had come near me or the plug and this dime appeared from no where!! It is just amazing to me how they know right when you need a sign to make your day better, its almost like getting a hug when you least expect it =)
I thought it was just our family who experienced this but I am glad its not, I think this is the perfect way to just let us know they are still around and cheering us on!
i would like to share my dime story , my dad has passed and our dog tortilla. about 6 months ago i went for a walk and said to my dad out load dad shwo me a sing that tortilla is with you and show me with a dime , i had heard about the significance of dimes . 4 hours later i was waiting in the hospital waiting area while my husband had an mri. i was noticing people coming and going , i notice a priest with his white collar walking along he had a nice face , he didnt notice me . i think he went to see a patient , anyways i didnt pay attention, then 20 mins later i am walking in the hallway and all of a sudden on my left side the priest appeared. he reached out his hand and gave me a dime and said this is from an angel … wow i told him my story he smiled and left , its an american dime 2001 my dad passed in 2000 and loved american money we live in canada. that night i was crazy with excitement i told another friend she said get out of here that didnt happen i said it did. the next morning she texted me early it was winter she took her dog out to pee and on the grass behind him she saw something shiny , it was a dime . then i told our accountant the story he also knew my dad well . he was in awe . then months later i went to see him and his memory was jogged about the dime . he said the day i told him when he went home he was washing his hands in the sink and looked over and found a dime in the bathtub . he was so excited . i believe it was my dad verifying my story .. since then just recently i was stressed about a trip i needed to make and i had to leave our other dog the sister of tortilla , a couple days before beside my pillow on the sheets was a dime . then on that trip when i was getting changed to go out in the bedroom on the floor between my feet was a canadian dime … on and on it goes , the dime shows up .. thanks for letting me share
This is so interesting… I came here from a Google search because I’ve been finding dimes lately, and I liked the thing about “Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and three is proof.” because this was the third one I’ve found. And a few months back, my mom and I found 12 pennies (7 to her, 5 to me) and my friend found three pennies and a dime. Thank you for posting this, I now feel less insane. xD
I just had to google on this as I’ve been finding random dimes and have been thinking they are signs from my dad, who passed away in 2010. I have always been careless with change so it would be easy enough to dismiss, but the finding of dimes only is just too frequent and especially tonight. I just moved into a new place and there would be no reason for a dime to be right next to the kitchen sink on the floor, but sure enough there was a dime. I just had to go over and check to see if there was more change somewhere in the area but just that dime. So it truly came out of nowhere this time and I know it. I’m going through a really tough time right now and maybe it’s just my dad’s way of saying he’s watching over me or that everything is going to be ok. I don’t know. All I know is that this has been going on long enough that I just had to google on it. Plus, he was a born and bred Minnesotan so it’s kind of ironic that the author of the blog would be from Minneapolis, as that is where my dad lived and died.
I lost my 21 yr old great nephew and Godson last month on January 11th to Luekemia. After the funeral, as I was walking back to my car from the gravesite, I spotted a dime on the ground at my car door. I jokingly looked up and said “Thanks Travis” and started to get into the car when I noticed a second dime. I remembered the old story of “Coins for the dead” where they would place coins on the eyes of the dead to pay the ferryman for passage to the other side. I was going to leave them, but decided that I would keep them as a memory of him. Since then, I have been finding dimes all over the place. I normally see pennies on the ground, but not dimes. I did some google searches and came across several sites that talked about the same thing. I am grateful to know I am not alone. I saved the first 3 I found and then started putting them into my change jar, but I think I will start a dime jar and see where it goes.
My mother told me she had done some research about the significance of finding dimes since I have been finding them myself for almost a year now. In April of last year, I filed for divorce after almost 24 years of an abusive marriage. I have 4 children, (3 of them still living at home and ranging in age from 17 to 7). During especially difficult times when I need reassurance or comfort, I find a single dime in the least likely place. The strangest being in the attic. At first, I wrote it off as just a coincidence, but after about the 6th or 7th one, I started to collect them in a little coin purse. I only use it for the dimes I find at random. As of today, I have 41 dimes in that purse. I know most people think I am crazy for believing this is some kind of a sign, but I know it can’t possibly be just a coincidence. One or two, yes…..but not 41. I have always believed my grandfather has been watching over me since his death in 1995, and I truly believe he has been sending these dimes down to let me know that everything is under control. It is really a comfort to me to know that I am not the only one who finds dimes.