I refer from time to time in this blog about the unseen world around us. Meaning other dimensions that sometimes blends/melds with ours. I truly believe that loved ones never leave us. Like the movie, “Ghost” says to paraphrase: “You take the love with you.” Amen.
Case in point. Every since my sister passed to another dimension, she has sent me messages. Yes, some would say I have a great imagination or that I need to seek therapy. I know what has transpired over the years and it holds a truth for me.
At one point in my life, I collected all kinds of butterfly figurines. My sister contributed by giving me special ones for my collection. Little did I know when she (Pamela) was killed, she would send me another butterfly; one that I will always remember.
After she passed, I had to vacate her apartment and decided to put everything in a storage unit until I knew what to do with her belongings.
I was walking from the moving truck to the storage unit with a box in hand. I was mourning and threw a silent question out into the Universe, “Pam are you okay? “
At that point, the top of the box (that was folded with flaps under) began to move. HUH? I stopped and continued to watch, expecting… what, a mouse perhaps? Out of the crack of the box, emerged a butterfly!
It struggled through the crack from under the folded box lid. Finally, it was free and proceeded to fly around my head and finally up into the sky, disappearing from sight. I still to this day get goose bumps in remembering how I received an answer to my question; which very well could have been saying, “Yes, I am. I have just changed form”.
Before Pam died, she gave me a 12-foot wall hanging with a design of a family of giraffe. I hang it wherever I live, the very first thing.
I had to remove and pack the hanging last week. Memories flooded my consciousness of Pam and how she was so excited when I unwrapped this awesome gift. Now, with the wall bare and void, it brought memories of a life we shared. Every time I looked over, it disturbed me to not be able to see it. Now, there is an attachment to let go of!
One sunny morning I was resting on the couch and I looked over, and on the wall where the wall hanging used to be, and there was this fairy reflection (photo). The fairy is hanging in the kitchen window and it probably has always cast a shadow on that part of the wall.
With the hanging removed, it is as if the fairy has taken its place for the time remaining and, Pam is still up to her old tricks of reminding me, “All is well.”
I have had so many encounters with Pam over these past thirty years or that I could write a book. She left on May 7. Little did I know, in the future, that although she had left this earth, I would indeed, still have contact with her… just in a different way.
If these moments are delusional, then I gladly accept that, because they are comforting when I need them the most.
And, so, it goes, until the next message arrives. Bring it on!