A touching sign from beyond
Whilst in pleasant repose one afternoon, something akin to a telepathic message from beyond, enticed me to write about my paranormal experience.
Upon deep reflection of the pertinence of that message, I thought I have nothing to lose by narrating my experience related to my deceased grandmother, and others lingering in the recesses of my mind.
And maybe experience in other dimensions of conscience too, that I had through a natural, deep relaxation, that some call ancestral meditation.
Any experience I have comes naturally, not through taking any substance or any specific method or ritual.
I believe all human beings are born with the spontanous, inherent capacity, gift to experience something out of the ordinary at one point of their life, whether it be in awake state, or through a dream, whatever.
With a tendency for passivity, a homebody with a reduced social life, telling about such an episode of my life, especially virtually, has the same effect on me as would have a hibernating bear poking his head out of his dark grotto, bedazzled by the sunlight.
So, anyway, twenty odd years ago, there I was on my own with my small child, feeling some sadness due to recent events, and some solitude as my son’s father was staying abroad for few months.
My son Steven was in his bedroom, playing quietly, he was two and a half, I wanted to see if all was well, when something caught my attention on the threshold of his bedroom door, a torn piece of paper that was lying there on the wooden floor.
I picked it up and noticed a short message in an old fashioned handwriting, which I soon recognised as that of my deceased grandmother’s. The message said, over and over again:
“How are you Viviane, how are you, how are you Viviane”.
I was pleased, but rather intrigued, as my grandmother who had lived all her life in Scotland, had never set foot in my home as I had moved in a few months before her death.
We had been very close, I had lived with her for around a year when I was eleven, and we had kept in touch from time to time, but only through the phone.
The night following the discovery of her message, I had a vivid dream of my grandmother, she appeared to me as a much younger woman, as she must have been in her youth, although I had never seen any photo of her of those days. She said:
“I wish you would think of me as a young woman, also, don’t tell anyone about the piece of paper and my message, otherwise they will think you’re crazy”.
Very close to the truth, to say the least, it wasn’t at all the kind of conversation which would be appreciated in our family reunions.
What she said in the dream about the way she wanted to be remembered sounded just like her, always keen to keep up with times, she was “young at heart”, positive, and continued to travel until she was nearing ninety years old.
Feeling a little fearful, I felt she was right and I should not speak about the materialisation, I threw away the piece of paper, in my mind there was no doubt it had come from beyond, I just accepted that in a natural manner, and soon put it at the back of my mind.
When I think about it now though, I do regret having thrown the message away, and not having kept it as a keepsake.
Some time after, finding myself in my small child’s room once more, the door wide open, my son was proudly showing me a drawing he had made using colour pencils, when suddenly both our attention was caught by a small featherweight object gliding slowly in our direction from the living-room, it landed on the threshold of my son’s bedroom door.
I went to pick up the object, it was a photo of my granma and me as a child at the time I lived with her in Scotland. My child looked at me, and his surprised reaction:
“Did you see that mummy?”
confirmed I had not imagined it all, it was truly a mystery, especially as I had not taken the photograph out of the old shoebox where it had rested ever since we had moved home.
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