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My Heart Is Still Beating, Mama

By Sarah Zimmerman

Love never dies. Bodies may pass, be left to rest. But Love never dies.

A few years ago, in 2020, I experienced a miscarriage. It was one of the most heart wrenching times of my life, yet it turned out to be one of the most magical, loving, heart-opening experiences ever. More so than I could have ever dreamed of. Love works in mysterious ways. The miscarriage taught me of a great Love I had never experienced before.

From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I felt a satiating Love, a connection like no other. The beating of his heart felt with so much Love. Even my uterus was in the shape of a heart. He was surrounded with Love. He was Love. He is Love. The bond between two souls can never be forgotten, can never die.

Although he chose not to be born at the time, I carry his Love with me always. And as the last ultrasound with my heart-shaped uterus showed no physical heartbeat, his Love remained. Letting nature take its course, I chose not to take the recommended pills to expel the fetus. I let nature take its course, listening to my own inner wisdom to do so, and disregarding advice from those around me, including the so-called professionals. Still feeling my baby’s Love even though there was no heartbeat. It took well over two months for the release to happen, and all the while I felt his Love and knew he was still with me and is always with me, a guiding Light in my life, an opening to a whole new meaning of Love and the eternal world that exists within us.

Although I did not get to see him or hold him, I know he is always with me now and forevermore. His Love is unconditional. Right from the start, I felt it. I felt it light me up. I felt alive. I felt his strength, as I still do to this day. An awaked soul, an Angel of God that came to my womb to help me awaken and remember who I am, to help me remember who we all are: Love.

And as I sit here and write, the words, “My heart is still beating, Mama” resound in my heart. After a short period of grief, a short period which felt like forever, I heard the words loud and clear, “My heart is still beating, Mama.” I felt a love like no other. In that instant, the grief diminished and the veils between Heaven and Earth lifted. And I knew in that moment that he is always with me and always will be.

Love never dies. Bodies may pass, be left to rest. But Love never dies.

I am eternally grateful for the experience which led me to Truth, to Love, and to a world beyond that which we see. A world where Love never dies. A world where there is only Love.

 “My Heart is Still Beating, Mama. My Heart is Always Beating.” Jett Michael 

To this day, I still communicate with Jett amongst many others whom have “passed.” And I encourage anyone who may be experiencing grief over the passing of a loved one to take a few deep breaths, sit in the silence of your heart, and listen. And in this silence, you will hear.  You will hear the voice of your loved one. Listen, for they have a message for you waiting upon your reception of it. 

I share this on June 16th, a day that is very special to me, as this was the estimated due date. 616 is also a number that shows up in my awareness often. Immediately when I see these numbers, I smile and I feel a wave of love pulse through me. I know it is Jett reminding me that he is always with me, now and forever.