I still have an open mind about the possibilities of psychic powers...
When it comes to psychic experience I am ambiguous, as I see myself as a down to earth person. But I still have an open mind about the possibilities of psychic powers, as I have experienced something "out of the ordinary" several times in my life.
As my own father had died very young, I was brought up by a doting grandfather, who sent me the loveliest letters, whenever I was away. He died when I was 32 years old. On my 40th birthday, in a foreign country, I was sitting in my bedroom, reminiscing for a while about the past and the people who had gone out of my life, when suddenly there was a sudden gush of wind. The window was closed and I wondered where it came from. As I was still looking around, I saw a card floating out of an open shelf at the wall and softly, softly landing on my lap. Intrigued I opened it.
It was an old birthday card written to me by my grandfather, when I was 30,
sending me all the love and blessings for a wonderful new year. Except for the number 3, his card could have been written now. I felt grateful, and I must say, not very surprised at that time. Only later, the more I thought about it, the more I would marvel about the power of, may be, a thought that might have been able to jump the barrier of time.
The other event was painful. I had given birth to my third child, a beautiful little girl with black curls and olive skin. When she made her first steps, pronounced her first word, I was suddenly gripped by a terrible fear and said to my delighted husband: "Look at her now. Appreciate her! How long will we have her?" He gave me a strange look.
What an astonishing thing to say! When the health visitor checked on my toddler, she exclaimed: "what a perfect child you have! Such a beautiful family! You are really blessed!"
I answered her:
"How long will happiness last?"
Three days later, my daughter suffered a stroke during the night, and from that day on, happiness had changed forever. She was now brain damaged, never againable to walk,talk or recognise me as her mother.
I am picking up the thread from my story of 2007. Last months the beautiful child with the black curls and olive skin died aged 31. She never changed, always stayed the child she was. She suddenly had contracted ovarian cancer and within 2 month she passed away, helped by morphine and love all around her. She had touched many hearts within her life and taught us all many lessons about less selfishness, patience and endurance.
What I want to tell is some strange things that happened after her death, which I cannot explain rationally. I had to write a poem for a poetry workshop about HOPE and was thinking long and hard about it. I found a poem I had written earlier which talked about pain and despair, the counterparts of hope and how we must balance hope and despair, as both are important for us humans to grow in life. When I returned home, my other daughter was on the phone. "I have an urgent message to you" she told me. "My dead sister came to me in my dream and wants you to think of HOPE, think of HOPE!"
Yesterday I dreamt about her too. She could speak, which she could not do in real life. She said to me that she loved the colourful card I sent out to friends and family after her death. It reminded her of her favourite duvet cover. I checked all my photo albums until I found it. I had hardly remembered its colour. And finally I found it, she was sitting on it as a baby. And in fact, it showed a very similar pattern to the one of my card.
We think we know it all. But there are still things which we will never know nor understand. I am sure, my beautiful daughter is still around me.
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