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Skilled Investigator
Hi gang,
As some of you may recall on the recent May 17th show, as I struggled to spit out anything coherent. I mentioned the recent death of my father.
This as you can well imagine rather rocked my world, and though I am very very proud of the fact that I was invited to join in the discussion, in all honesty I dont feel I had much to contribute of any real use, (sorry about that).
Apart maybe, from the fact that the one thing I did see turned out to be something quite mundane, though had I not realised what it was, to this day I would be convinced it was a UFO and suspect I would be telling the whole tale with a rather different spin, thus confusing not only me but anyone who cared to listen. Point being not every strange light in the sky has to be a UFO.
Anyway now to the point of this post. This is quite long, involves Gene and The Clueless One in a funny way, maybe? and is I think important to record on Fahrusha's advice. Thanks Fahrusha.
Many years ago my Dad gave me a book by Richard Bach entitled "Illusions" the adventures of a reluctant messiah. A book I thoroughly recommend and still treasure. The reason for the gift was an attempt at
cheering me up after my first true love walked out on me. I was absolutely distraught and for a very long time it affected me quite badly. This book was also given to my Dad whilst he was in hospital some years before after one of his frequent nervous breakdowns. Consequently this little book was helpful and meant a lot to both of us, and I think many of you would enjoy it as well.
The front cover was like a deep space image of stars and galaxies and in the foreground there was a bright blue feather, the relevance of which will become clear I hope.
Now to recent events.
In brief Dad fell asleep at the wheel, crashed into a ditch full of water then wound up in intensive care in a coma like state for about five weeks.
At which point he began to open his eyes and start to show signs of conciousness again. After these improvements I was able to communicate with him, though this was very much a one way thing as he couldn't actually speak due to a tracheostomy.
After one of these visits I gave Dad a ten inch, wait for it,
bright blue feather, given to me by my daughter only days before (synchronicities huh). As a symbol of my love for him and my great desire for him to get better. I explained the "Illusions" connection (which had relevance to us at least), he smiled and understood what I was saying.
I stuck it to the ventilator within his line of sight so whenever he opened his eyes he would remember what I had said.
Dad did make further improvements and about a month later he was in the stroke ward eating and breathing for himself, and yes, in that order of importance in his case. We all thought he would be out of there in about a month. Sadly we were wrong.
Other things happening just before all this kicked off. Included my suggestion via a PM to Jeremy, that he might also like to read "Illusions",
as at the time he seemed a bit down about the response to his then recent CoC event. Two days later I found a copy in a charity shop and bought it again. It's not a rare book but then again it's not all that common. And it's yours Jeremy if you want it.
Gene puts a call out for those wishing to join him on twitter. I had a twitter account so I followed him. At the time I had had an account there for about six months I only made one contact there and that's all I wanted it for. This is important I think.
Anyway on the day of Dads passing my wife and I went to the hospital.
We eventually had the opportunity to see the body. After saying our goodbyes and cutting a lock of his hair for John (brother) and I, we went to leave. By then I was starting to get a bit choked up and asked my dear Suzi to give me a minute or two alone with him.
I dont need to detail all that I said except this.
Before I left and even as you me and the gatepost know, I was talking to a corpse. I asked him to give me a sign, anything, just a sign that he was OK and that he knows that I love him. That was the last time I saw him.
The following day I went to work, but even through the numbness I managed to log on here and after about five minutes I remembered Gene's twitter shout out, so I then logged on to tweet.
I was eating breakfast at the time when I saw that someone wanted to follow me on twitter. As I said before I only had one friend there and wanted it to stay that way until dear Gene's shout out. So hoping to
hear from Gene I clicked to see who it was.
The new friend went by the name of "Fallen Feathers" and their icon was of a falling blue feather. I was both shocked and ecstatic, there was my sign. I dropped my toast, slugged my coffee then ran up stairs to tell my wife what had happened. I also told her all that I have just outlined here and went to work in a much better state of mind than I expected.
So far I imagine many of you may be saying to yourselves confirmation bias, and you may well be right, but there's more.
At around 10.30 that morning I got a call at work from my wife asking me to stop and listen to what she had to tell me. She works in a local school and that morning she had to help unwrap a lot of works of art by the children made at home using recycled materials.
The very first one was upside down when unwrapped and when eventually revealed, a lot of small blue feathers tumbled from it. Her second surprise came when one of the children asked her to read to him.
As these are infants that's not unusual and she dutifully settled down to read what she was presented with. The book in this case was all about a character called "Big Bear", strangely the nickname our daghter had for my Dad.
Now, make of all that what you will. I dont really know what to think, and in this case I suspect it's best not to, for the sake of remaining objective.
I recall over a year ago now, joining in on a thread that posed the question "Do recently departed loved ones try to communicate".
My response at the time was something along the lines of failing to see why they might be expected to do so.
I then decided to not post any more on that thread for fear of hurting anyones feelings, but I did continue chatting to Graphimancer via PM for a bit, and quickly realised that my thoughts failed to take account of one crucial point.
LOVE.
Mark
As some of you may recall on the recent May 17th show, as I struggled to spit out anything coherent. I mentioned the recent death of my father.
This as you can well imagine rather rocked my world, and though I am very very proud of the fact that I was invited to join in the discussion, in all honesty I dont feel I had much to contribute of any real use, (sorry about that).
Apart maybe, from the fact that the one thing I did see turned out to be something quite mundane, though had I not realised what it was, to this day I would be convinced it was a UFO and suspect I would be telling the whole tale with a rather different spin, thus confusing not only me but anyone who cared to listen. Point being not every strange light in the sky has to be a UFO.
Anyway now to the point of this post. This is quite long, involves Gene and The Clueless One in a funny way, maybe? and is I think important to record on Fahrusha's advice. Thanks Fahrusha.
Many years ago my Dad gave me a book by Richard Bach entitled "Illusions" the adventures of a reluctant messiah. A book I thoroughly recommend and still treasure. The reason for the gift was an attempt at
cheering me up after my first true love walked out on me. I was absolutely distraught and for a very long time it affected me quite badly. This book was also given to my Dad whilst he was in hospital some years before after one of his frequent nervous breakdowns. Consequently this little book was helpful and meant a lot to both of us, and I think many of you would enjoy it as well.
The front cover was like a deep space image of stars and galaxies and in the foreground there was a bright blue feather, the relevance of which will become clear I hope.
Now to recent events.
In brief Dad fell asleep at the wheel, crashed into a ditch full of water then wound up in intensive care in a coma like state for about five weeks.
At which point he began to open his eyes and start to show signs of conciousness again. After these improvements I was able to communicate with him, though this was very much a one way thing as he couldn't actually speak due to a tracheostomy.
After one of these visits I gave Dad a ten inch, wait for it,
bright blue feather, given to me by my daughter only days before (synchronicities huh). As a symbol of my love for him and my great desire for him to get better. I explained the "Illusions" connection (which had relevance to us at least), he smiled and understood what I was saying.
I stuck it to the ventilator within his line of sight so whenever he opened his eyes he would remember what I had said.
Dad did make further improvements and about a month later he was in the stroke ward eating and breathing for himself, and yes, in that order of importance in his case
. We all thought he would be out of there in about a month. Sadly we were wrong.Other things happening just before all this kicked off. Included my suggestion via a PM to Jeremy, that he might also like to read "Illusions",
as at the time he seemed a bit down about the response to his then recent CoC event. Two days later I found a copy in a charity shop and bought it again. It's not a rare book but then again it's not all that common. And it's yours Jeremy if you want it.
Gene puts a call out for those wishing to join him on twitter. I had a twitter account so I followed him. At the time I had had an account there for about six months I only made one contact there and that's all I wanted it for. This is important I think.
Anyway on the day of Dads passing my wife and I went to the hospital.
We eventually had the opportunity to see the body. After saying our goodbyes and cutting a lock of his hair for John (brother) and I, we went to leave. By then I was starting to get a bit choked up and asked my dear Suzi to give me a minute or two alone with him.
I dont need to detail all that I said except this.
Before I left and even as you me and the gatepost know, I was talking to a corpse. I asked him to give me a sign, anything, just a sign that he was OK and that he knows that I love him. That was the last time I saw him.
The following day I went to work, but even through the numbness I managed to log on here and after about five minutes I remembered Gene's twitter shout out, so I then logged on to tweet.
I was eating breakfast at the time when I saw that someone wanted to follow me on twitter. As I said before I only had one friend there and wanted it to stay that way until dear Gene's shout out. So hoping to
hear from Gene I clicked to see who it was.
The new friend went by the name of "Fallen Feathers" and their icon was of a falling blue feather. I was both shocked and ecstatic, there was my sign. I dropped my toast, slugged my coffee then ran up stairs to tell my wife what had happened. I also told her all that I have just outlined here and went to work in a much better state of mind than I expected.
So far I imagine many of you may be saying to yourselves confirmation bias, and you may well be right, but there's more.
At around 10.30 that morning I got a call at work from my wife asking me to stop and listen to what she had to tell me. She works in a local school and that morning she had to help unwrap a lot of works of art by the children made at home using recycled materials.
The very first one was upside down when unwrapped and when eventually revealed, a lot of small blue feathers tumbled from it. Her second surprise came when one of the children asked her to read to him.
As these are infants that's not unusual and she dutifully settled down to read what she was presented with. The book in this case was all about a character called "Big Bear", strangely the nickname our daghter had for my Dad.
Now, make of all that what you will. I dont really know what to think, and in this case I suspect it's best not to, for the sake of remaining objective.
I recall over a year ago now, joining in on a thread that posed the question "Do recently departed loved ones try to communicate".
My response at the time was something along the lines of failing to see why they might be expected to do so.
I then decided to not post any more on that thread for fear of hurting anyones feelings, but I did continue chatting to Graphimancer via PM for a bit, and quickly realised that my thoughts failed to take account of one crucial point.
LOVE.
Mark
