Strange Currencies, Story 3

(This is terribly long, but I wanted to get the whole thing out while I was motivated.)

After I got rid of the items in question, it stopped. But first, let’s talk about what led up to that point. These  are true things that happened to my husband and I in 2006-2008. 

The first happenstance we remember was something simple and kind of funny but really unexplainable. I’d been searching all day for a ring of sentimental value to me. I’d run out of places to search and things to look in and under. In desperation I turned to my small Pekingese and teasingly implored him to find it for me. We headed out for the evening and when we returned, I immediately spotted the ring– on the dog’s pillow! We definitely would’ve noticed had it been there earlier and there was no logical reason for the ring to be on the pillow to begin with. We laughed it off as our dog being amazing and maybe psychic, but didn’t think on it too much.

 The next thing that happened was a lot harder to laugh off. My husband collects bobble heads and had a Spiderman one on his desk. The desk was against the wall and the bobble head was on the side that butted up against the wall. We were in the living room watching television when we heard a crash from the home office. We both jumped up at the sound and found the bobble head smashed on the floor- on the opposite side of the desk! It had always sat securely on the far side of the desk and, to have fallen where it did, would’ve had to have been picked up and thrown. This was alarming as we really had no explanation for it and it was such a forceful act.

The next experience was even more baffling. Again we were in the living room when something shattered in the kitchen. I went to investigate and found a mug smashed on the kitchen counter. I glanced up to see the cabinet door was firmly closed. (These are old cabinets that stick shut. You have to give a good tug to open them.) I tested the cabinet door and it was completely closed, and yet there was the mug smashed on the counter as if it had fallen off the shelf –  through the door! This was when we started to take notice and wonder if there was something unseen in the house doing these things. There was no logical explaining it.  No one else was around- our young son was asleep in his crib. 

Weeks later, there was another crash in the middle of the night in the bathroom. I assumed my husband had gotten up to use the bathroom and had knocked something off the sink counter so I just went back to sleep. The next morning I was confronted with our soap dish smashed in front of the sink. However the sink is not next to the shower and the shower curtain was pulled closed. The soap dish would’ve either had to travel over or through the curtain and past the toilet to end up in front of the sink. 

What is strange to me is that with all this going on, we never felt a presence and we never felt in danger and we never felt the need to call someone to investigate.  There was a feeling of waiting: was whatever it was going to move on or were things were going to continue or even ramp up more?  It was more curiosity than fear at this point.

The kitchen was again the site for the next disturbance. I had a slim pottery tray that held some odds and ends and  sat far back on the counter. I came home one day to find it smashed on the ground. I felt annoyed and aggravated, but what took my breath away was that everything that had been in the tray was strewn across the counter as if it had been flipped over and then flipped onto the ground. No one was home when this happened. We do not have central air or anything that could have even blown all that stuff out of the tray. It was utterly unexplainable, again. 

One of the eeriest moments was the morning we woke to find a cluster of helium filled balloons stuffed into our shower. The night before my husband had securely anchored them in the kitchen to keep them from drifting into any of our ceiling fans. He had done this after everyone had gone to bed and our son was still small enough that he slept in his crib and would not have been out during the night.  Yet, come morning, the balloon bunch was in the shower, curtain pulled, bathroom door only slightly cracked open.

Even though I had concerns about my son being around something destructive, whatever it was seemed more mischievous than malevolent, even with all the broken stuff. My son’s special sleep toy is a small half bunny, half blanket toy. It had been missing several days much to his dismay and our frustration. One Sunday morning, as we were preparing to go to church I glanced into the crib and the missing toy was on his pillow. Not tossed or thrown as a child would have done but placed sitting up on his pillow. 

Another incident having to do with our son’s toys happened during the holidays. We had a little nativity that we let him play with. We would re-set it up every night for him. One night two of the pieces were missing. We looked everywhere and it was as if they had just vanished into thin air. The next morning the figures were sitting in front of the nativity facing each other. My husband thought that I had found them but when he asked I had no idea what he was talking about. Again our son was too small to be out of his crib. There was no one wandering about at night except for our geriatric Pekingese. (It was always strange that he never growled or barked or showed any indication of any presence either. )

Around that same time I came home to find a bowl had seemingly been snatched off the counter,  flipped and thrown into the cabinets below. This was a very heavy bowl and I did not keep it or other breakables near the edge of the counter because my son was beginning to pull himself up on things. And- had it somehow been on the edge and fallen, it probably would have cracked into a couple of pieces. It was a thick pottery bowl, over a foot in circumference. It looked like it had been flipped and slammed into the cabinets below. There were marks on the cabinet door and the bowl had smashed into small shards. This really scared me and again my concern for my son continue to grow but I wasn’t sure what to do. 

My husband and I are Christians and this sort of thing is not something you bring up in Sunday school class. I’m still not sure why I didn’t think to reach out to paranormal investigators or even someone at the church. I do know I didn’t want to talk about this much because I didn’t want people to look at us differently or think we were kooks or, even worse, attention seeking liars. And this stuff was unreal- if someone was telling me these things I might have thought they might be exaggerating.  My husband felt that at least, because we are Christians, we had some sort of protection from physical attacks against us. And it is true that we never felt threatened and nothing ever touched us or even physically appeared in front of us. 

I did do some research on our house, a solid little Florida ranch built in the 1950s. I could not find any news or reports or anything that indicated that anything violent or bad had ever happened at our address. I had a strong feeling that it was not the house or anything to do with the house that was the cause of this. 

The final incident happened a few days before my parents were due to visit. I had a small tabletop cabinet that I kept in the kitchen. It had a magnetic closure that kept it very securely closed. When the doors were opened, there was a  distinctive squeak. There were door pulls that would also swing and make a little clattering noise if you open it quickly. I heard the cabinet door squeak and so I looked around the corner to make sure my son wasn’t messing with it. The door was swinging in wide arcs, the pulls bouncing against it. No one was there. My son was asleep and my husband was not home. At this point, I did feel fearful and just desperate for some explanation and for this to stop. 

It began to occupy my mind more and I would feel a sense of dread when I walked in the front door at what we might find next. It was still fresh in my mind when my parents came and I started telling my mom all about the strange things. She suggested I tell my dad about it. 

My dad is a very educated man and good at reasoning things out. My parents have lived overseas for a while and have encountered many different cultures and unusual things in their time abroad. As we sat talking, he looked around and pointed out several art pieces that had come from India and Thailand and Indonesia. I definitely only saw them as art, but he informed me that they were carvings of deities. He went on to explain that a lot of temples and “holy people” sold things of this nature. Sometimes before offering them up for sale, objects will be ceremonially blessed and have spirits invited to inhabit them.  He suggested that perhaps we were dealing with some thing or things that had attached to one or more of these items. He suggested we get rid of them immediately. 

 I took his advice and sold them as quickly as I could. (Yes, I mentioned to the new owners that it was possible that the items also came with “friends”. This was not a deterrent to any of them.) And- as I started this whole story- once the objects were gone, things stopped happening. 

As we look back on it, and this was over ten years ago, we find ourselves in disbelief that this happened to us. These were things that both of us witnessed. This wasn’t a case of one person’s active imagination or staging things. There has been pounds of broken ceramics and pottery as proof. As it was going on, we mentioned it to just a handful of people but this is the first time I’ve written it all down. I wish now that we had had the presence of mind to take pictures, but this was before the Instagram age. I also kind of wonder what would’ve happened if we had tried to contact it with a Ouija board. A previous experience as a kid with a Ouija board has made me very averse to them and I’d vowed never to touch one again so that didn’t even occur to me as an option. While I remain a collector and dealer of vintage and antique things,  I absolutely stay away from anything that could be temple artwork or artifact! 

My First Vintage Market

Photo courtesy of Josie Allen

This Sunday, October 13th, I participated in my first vintage market at the Shabby Chic show in Safety Harbor, Florida.  It was  my first market as a vintage vendor.  Since I haven’t done one before, I’m not really sure what qualifies as a success, but I made back all my booth and preparation fees and then some and that feels like a win.  
Photo courtesy of Jason Richarme

I think I definitely picked the right market to be my first. It’s been around for a few years and the planners have a good following and a lot of experience. There wasn’t a lot of communication, but there was enough so that when we got there we weren’t entirely clueless. They had adequate staff on hand for unloading and directing as people came in. I would definitely do another show with this group.

I want to end on a high note so I’ll just get the complaints out of the way. October in Florida is still insanely hot.  My tent is old and crappy and hard to open. It takes a long freaking time to clean and price and wrap breakable old things. I can go eight hours without peeing but I would rather not. People who don’t know the difference between “antique” and “vintage” sometimes think vintage sellers are shady and trying to pull one over on them.  Vintage dealers are expected to haggle a little bit and I did not price my items with that expectation.. “Vintage” markets are about 30% MLM businesses, 30% crafts, 10% food, 15% new purchased items imported from China, 15% vintage and/or antiques. (Which actually might’ve been a good thing for me as people expressed  delight at finding a booth that actually embodied what they thought the event was all about.)
Photo courtesy of Heather Randall

I did love a lot of things about this event. Despite the heat, there were so many cute dogs! It was an endless parade of adorableness. There was also a steady stream of shoppers and this made the day pass very quickly. I had several friends stop by and see me. The vendors on both sides of me and even down further were very nice and it was interesting to talk to them about different events and ideas. Sales were decent, and just as valuable to me, were connections made. I was approached by two different antique stores that will have openings after the holidays and that “preapproved“ me for a booth if I’m interested (I am!). I also met a lady who has had booths in several different establishments and was able to share which ones worked out for her and which ones to avoid. This info could potentially save me a lot of time and money! I’m also somewhat on the hunt for an established vintage store that I could gain experience working at and possibly one day take over. I met an older couple who have had their business open for 20+ years and that could potentially turn into the sort of situation I am looking for.  

My goal in doing these markets is not so much financial as it is getting familiar with the vintage industry locally. This experience was definitely a success in that way.
Photo courtesy of Heather Randall

Actually Using Those Summer Freebies

Every summer I sign my kids up for the Kids Bowl Free
program. We buy the family pass too as that is the only chance I ever have of winning a game.  This summer it’s been a little frustrating finding open lanes as summer camp programs and preschools seem to take up the bulk of the lanes during the afternoon. I work in the morning so we are limited to the afternoon times. (Right away I want to say that these programs aren’t doing anything wrong and my daughter has gone to a couple week long programs this summer and it’s been very helpful to me as a parent. Working parents don’t have a lot of options so in no way am I putting any blame on any of the participants. I’m actually glad the kids get the opportunity to do fun things offsite.)
I’m going to share a few of the things that we have learned that make it easier to take advantage of the free movies, free bowling and other free opportunities for kids during the summer. The first thing is calling the location ahead of time. Most of the camps are good about scheduling with the location when they are coming. A simple phone call can often tell you if the place is going to be mobbed or empty. This is not always the case, as we are found, but it’s something easy to do that can adjust your expectation.
Time of day is also important. Most of the camps tend to come out in the afternoon so if you can make those morning events, go for it. We’ve also found that most of them have to be back at a certain time and that from 3:30 pm on things are generally less crowded.
If you do encounter a large group that just showed up somewhere, this happens a lot at the movies, appeal to the staff. If managements available, they can often make things happen. This is especially true if you have a special needs child or have experience repeated incidents of not being able to do something because of the groups. We were able to get a bowling lane, despite a stated two hour wait because I politely expressed my frustrations to a staff member. Politely is the key, if you go in demanding something, people are not motivated to help you out.
My last tip also involves location staff. While you are at a place, face-to-face, having that polite conversation, ask when the best times to come are. They have a lot of insight and can often guide you to less busy times or let you know if you can make a reservation over the phone. Always thank helpful staff and if you can leave a comment to management about that person. They may remember you in future visits and be more willing to work with you and squeeze you in.
If you have tips to share, I’d love to hear them as well!

PS While they are not free, activities sourced through Groupon can provide inexpensive entertainment and all of the above would also apply to using them.e

Strange Currencies, Story 2

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Strange Currencies, Story 2

Here is the second installment of my “spooky” stories! (Go back to my first Strange Currencies post for more of an explanation.) 

I’m going way back to my junior high years. Ouija boards were never allowed in my house and were a taboo thing in my family. Naturally when a friend suggested we consult the Ouija board to find out if the cute boy the next block over liked either one of us, I was excited to see what the hype was all about. Secular rock music was also not permitted at my house, so when the same friend offered to dub the latest Def Leppard tape (yes, I’m old), I was down for that too. We set the tapes doing  their thing and got out the Ouija board.

At first I was pretty sure my friend was pushing the planchette. When whoever, or whatever, claimed to be that boy and even provided the right name,  I started feeling it a little more, but again I thought my friend was probably influencing that. She, of course, swore she wasn’t doing anything. I’m a skeptic by nature, but an open minded one. We asked for proof, like describing the house he lived in, which it did. Then we asked it to call us if it was real. That didn’t happen and eventually we ran out of questions to ask and we stopped getting clear responses. We ended it halfway through the tape recording and moved on to something else.
When the recording finished, we rewound it and listened to make sure everything had transferred. During the third song (which would have been right around the time that we asked the Ouija board to call us), we heard a phone ring six times. We looked at each other and were shocked because the phone had never audibly rang the whole time we were together that afternoon. We’d been waiting for it to and would have noticed. We thought maybe the song had had it in it and we’d never noticed before, so we listened to the original tape- there is no phone ringing.

We both arrived at the conclusion that it had to be connected. I was floored and weirded out, which is not crazy considering this was my first interaction with the Ouija board. My friend, who had used it many times and was pretty tough (for a junior high girl anyway), was equally shaken. The fact that she was so affected really freaked me out. To this day, I haven’t messed with a Ouija board again and I’m left with the belief that it is more than just a game. While my interaction was pretty harmless, I don’t want to open certain lines of communication, especially not knowing what’s on the other side.

I’m curious what other people think about  Ouija boards and if any of you have had odd experiences with them.

Working Out in Makeup?!

(Image via Snapchat- not gym wear.😉)

Right around the holidays, I ended up walking in the gym hallway with a lady who was somewhat new to our Zumba class. She said something to the effect of “I don’t know how you front row girls work out with all that make up on your faces.” It was said in derogatory way. I was very taken aback and didn’t know really what to say but said something like, “I didn’t put on make up specifically for the gym, I already had it on from earlier.”. She didn’t ask or comment further. It bugged me that she had the impression that I felt the need to get all dolled up for the gym. She herself has super short hair, wears no make up and dresses very masculine and I would never have a thing to say about it as I respect that that’s how she wants to present herself. It made me super annoyed that she felt the freedom to question mine. 

So let’s discuss. I do wear make up to the gym- and everywhere else I go. When I wake up in the morning, I take 10 minutes and get made up. I do this because my eyelashes and eyebrows are naturally white and I look sickly without darkening them and adding some definition to my face. I like the way I look with make up. That is how I choose to present myself and it’s part of expressing who I am. 

Mornings I go straight from the kid’s school to work and then straight back to get them. Once we are home again, it’s homework, household duties and dinner and then I’m off to the gym. Our afternoons and evenings can be nonstop. For me, removing all my make up before going to the gym would take three times as long as just powdering my nose and swiping on lipgloss on the way out the door. Some of my gym friends come directly from work. The majority of women at the gym, with make up on, are coming from somewhere else, not getting made up specifically for the gym.

Supposed someone did put on make up just for the gym though, why is that so looked down upon? Are we not at the gym to make ourselves look and feel better? For some women, makeup does this instantly!

There is also the stereotype of a woman with a face full of make up, very revealing clothes, who is just there for attention. It’s very obvious when a woman is attempting that. It’s the actions though that betray that motivation more than the make up. It’s wrong to assume every woman in make up is that stereotype. 

I really think this is an issue where we need to step back and say “You do you.“- and mean it! The gym is the place to focus on self and health. If one is looking around in disapproval of other people there, they are not going to enjoy the mental health benefits that working out gives. 

So what are your thoughts, make up at the gym, yeah or nay? Either way, let me know your thoughts in the comments!

30 Days on SeroVital

I just finished a month trial of SeroVital Advanced. I signed on to do the trial after noticing signs of aging in my facial skin, specifically redness and fine lines. The product description reads like these are miracle anti-aging supplements but I tried to keep my expectations realistic. Here’s my take of the pros and cons of my experience on it.

  1. My skin did look more supple. While the redness did not completely go away, it did somewhat diminish. See my pictures at the bottom of the blog.
  2. This has a bit of caffeine in the morning pills and it gave me way more energy than my usual coffee ever did.
  3. I monitor my sleep on my Fitbit and it keeps track of how much I am awake or have fitful sleep at night. Day one of using SeroVital cut the awake time nearly in half! I noticed that my sleep was much more restful, again, from day one.
  4. I don’t remember reading if this was also part of the advertisement for it, but my hair got thicker and grew faster. This is major as my hair never recovered after my post pregnancy shed.
  5. The packaging for this makes it simple to keep track of what you need to take. I found the gel caps very easy to swallow even if they kind of tasted dusty.
  1. For me the biggest issue was the absolute energy crash that happened every afternoon. The morning energy is fantastic but not worth the absolutely debilitating tiredness that kicked in right around 2:30 p.m. each day. It killed my productivity at home.
  2. Part of my weight-loss efforts is intermittent fasting. I usually eat from 3:30 pm to maybe 10:30 p.m.. The first dose of SeroVital must be taken with food so I had to eat breakfast. That woke up my appetite and I ended up snacking all day and into the evening- and I ate three large meals every day. This formula is supposed to help with weight loss and I have to say that even with all the extra food, I gained maybe half a pound over the 30 days. 
  3. The evening pills must be taken two hours after you’ve eaten dinner and you can’t eat for two hours after you take them. It was a huge pain in the butt to carve out four hours, especially on weekends trying to go out to dinner with friends. It doesn’t seem like it would be a big deal, but if you want to have a cocktail at 10 PM then you literally had to wait until midnight to take these things. And I was so hungry all the time on this that stopping eating four hours before I went to bed was challenging. 
  4. A 30 day supply of these is $120. It’s not cheap, but it does have a very high-quality ingredients, so one would expect to pay a little bit more than a normal supplement. Still, that’s a very decent chunk out of my budget.

When I wrapped up the 30 days, I really thought about my experience the last 30 days. While this is a pricey item, if it made noticeable improvements to my appearance and my daily life, I could conceivably see cutting back on other things to afford it. Today was my first weekday off it so I paid attention to my energy levels and how I felt being back on my intermittent fasting regiment. I quickly arrived at the conclusion that, while I am grateful I was able to try this product, I much prefer life without a complete afternoon energy crash and I preferred to plan my eating around what works for me and not what taking pills requires. This is a good product and I could see how it could help some women, but it’s just not a good fit for me. Let me know what you think about my before and after pictures though!

Go Workout, Mom! (And Don’t Feel Bad About It)

Fun Halloween themed Zumba night

There are a lot of things that there is mommy guilt over, but working out should not be one of those things. I’ve had people question me about my gym schedule and how I get away for that much time and I just laugh and say I carve and guard that time out vigilantly and it’s been good for me and my family. These are the reasons why.

First of all they don’t see their dad until he gets home from work. The nights that I am at the gym gives them time with him. It lets them know that their needs can be met by more than just mommy. My kids are used to it, but kids will come up with a lot of things that they want mommy to do and a lot of reasons why you should stay with them. The reasons are often valid and sweet, but at the end of the day, someone else can do those things as just well. I think it’s good for dads to share responsibility for the children and our routine is that when I’m gone, dad does bedtime. It’s a good thing. It’s a great example for my boy and my girl that marriage is teamwork. That includes kid duties, house duties, work, etc..

My biggest reason is that a healthy mom is a happier mom. I had some pretty big bouts of depression in the past. At one point my son was playing “mommy“ and he laid on the couch and wrapped his head in a blanket and that just floored me. Kids pick up on these things. I have a lot more patience and a lot less down days when I get those exercise endorphins. And physically being able to keep up with them and have more energy for family time is no doubt a benefit.

I also want to set a good example for the kids. A lifestyle that includes physical fitness is something that I hope they will follow in their lives. The mental health benefits as well as the physical health benefits of routine exercise are undeniable. My kids have not hit puberty yet, but I have struggled with weight issues since I did and working out has helped so much to keep that in check. Since both of them are so young, I’m not sure what their metabolism and genes will do, but I like to think that the expectation that exercise is part of life will help them with whatever that ends up being.

One of the biggest benefits that I’ve seen, especially when I was doing the stay at home mom thing, was that it gave me an outlet for meeting other adults. I craved adult conversation and just meeting people that also made working out a priority. I’ve made so many friends and people I never would have met otherwise. Many of these people have become good friends and so many fun social opportunities have opened up. Some people prefer to run or do more solo activities, but even if you are not doing group classes like I do, you can still find a supportive community amongst others who do the same.

There are lots of other reasons, but I’m going to end it by with saying that carving out time for myself has allowed me to maintain my personhood. I like being a wife and mom, but I am still a whole person apart from that. That’s another example I want to give the kids. I can still be a partner and parent without completely sacrificing the things that I enjoy. Too many moms make themselves martyrs and think that they’re giving their family a magical experience by doing so when in fact it just leads to a stressed out, thankless serfdom. And what is left when the kids do grow up and move away? Claiming time now and having them acknowledge that mom is also a human being teaches them how to treat people and themselves when they are grown. 

I’d love to hear thoughts from you on this topic as well!

Why I Write

I see my blog as practice for writing with the ultimate goal of maybe one day writing a book. I’m not going to say I had a horrible childhood. But some of the things I’ve experienced as a girl, specifically in my preteen and teen years, I think many girls would still relate to and if I’m honest, I’m still affected by these things and I think other women might be too. The kind of book I want to write is going to be aimed at girls in the younger part of their life. I want to encourage those who are having a rough time and questioning their worth and kind of make a How to Survive those years type book. I’ve also thought about writing a book about female friendships. That would be more of a musing sort of book as I am far from figuring that out entirely. The problem is I don’t have a lot of confidence about my writing. My grammar is sketchy and sometimes I have a hard time putting my thoughts together in a conversational and well plotted out manner. That’s what I’m trying to work on.

Sometimes friends will get concerned about things I write. I have a list of topics that I draw from. It could be things from many years ago. It could be things I’m currently going through. It could actually be something inspired by someone I know socially or things I see on social media. I try to go about it from a self analytical place as there’s nothing worse than being overly opinionated and completely un-self-aware. My favorite moments are when a phrase will just repeat in my head and I can form a small poem about it or have it as the centerpiece of an essay.

I wrote this particular post mainly to say don’t take everything I write as being reflective of what is going on in my life in that very moment. If it strikes a chord with you, I’m glad, I want to write things that are relatable. If I say things you disagree with, that’s OK too. I hate arguing, especially online, but I respect that we each have different backgrounds and opinions. I reject the idea that we are all perfect (don’t confuse that with being of worth) just the way we are, so know that upfront. I think we all, our entire lives, have things we can work on to improve. 

Do You Like Me? Check Yes or No

Have a friend that you like so much but you’re never quite sure how you stand with them? It’s the sort of thing that keeps you up late at night. It’s the sort of thing that makes you read into the smallest of gestures. It’s a thing that amplifies your doubts about who you are as a person and your worthiness of being their friend. But it’s not the sort of thing that you can express to that friend without sounding needy or like a junior higher asking Do you like me? Check yes or no. And so you  hang back, maybe, or you do everything you can to express the depth of your devotion to them. Maybe you talk about it to other friends. They may offer reassurance but deep down you still doubt. It’s amazing how long these “complicated“ relationships can draw out. 

At some point though, you have to leave the decision up to them. You have to stop letting your insecurities control your thoughts and actions. Instead give your time and thoughts to improving your own life and being good to those who you know are there for you. 

I think of this mental picture often when friendships are struggling, or just coming together, or falling apart. It’s the difference of trying to hold water in your hand with a clenched fist and a cupped hand. In a fist, it just slides through your fingers and is gone. An open, cupped hand will hold the water steady and gently. In times of abundance- we’ll call it rain- a closed hand receives nothing while an open hand may overflow with fullness. Friendship is the same- squeeze it too much and it’s gone and in trying to to hold on, we close ourselves to good things in other relationships. Be more open and, not only do we keep our friendships, but they become more- more fulfilling, deeper, more secure.

So back to that person that you so desire to be friends with- no matter how bad you want that friendship, if it doesn’t come about organically, you will never be at peace with where you stand with them. Be friendly, be present, but don’t be obsessed! Let them get to know you over time and let it play out naturally- and be at peace knowing that whatever happens, you are worthy of good friends and the right ones will want and include you and nurture you. Yes, that is what you deserve!

Strange Currencies, Story 1

I’ve really gotten into podcast lately as I can listen at work. I love the spooky story ones the best. Now I am a skeptic- ask my coworkers because when we listen together I’m always debating the side of “it could be their imagination“ or trying to find ways to explain away the supernatural. I don’t know why I do this, especially when I myself have had some interesting supernatural happenings. I actually question my own experiences, but it’s fun to share, so if you’re a little skeptical too, I can’t blame you or take offense.
I’m going to share something that happened to me that was very meaningful. I actually have three or four stories that I’m going to share over time but I just really want to start with this one because it was so sweet and timely. Also, it’s not very spooky or scary which also makes it a nice one to start with.
My grandmother died around my birthday. I was involved in a theatrical production at the time and could not leave that or afford to go up to her funeral. I felt terrible about not being there to support my mother or to be able to say a final goodbye. I thought about it a lot and was very emotional about that.
About a month after she passed I had an incredibly lucid dream. I was at her house up in Missouri. It was the house that my mom and her siblings grew up in, that they ran the family business out of it. I was just sort of wandering around and I happened into a room where there was a TV. The TV was turned on but just had static on it. I stood there for a minute wondering why it was on and then I distinctly heard my grandmother’s voice. She told me that she felt so good now, that she was so happy to be rid of her horrible migraines. I was speechless, but she continued that it was fine that I wasn’t at her funeral. She’s then said she just wanted me to know and that she had a few more things to do before she went but that she just wanted me to not beat myself up about not going. That was the end of the voice. 
I went back to the next room and my grandfather was sitting on the couch and I smiled at him. And he said to me, She came to you too? I was so overwhelmed that I wasn’t the only one that I could only smile at him and we just shared a moment.

When I woke up I had such a feeling of peace and comfort. Since that dream I’ve never felt a moment of sadness or regret when I think about her passing or funeral. Maybe a dream is just a dream, but this was so real- it really felt like a message to me. I don’t know if it was from her or God or my subconscious but I needed it so badly. It was truly a gift, however it came about. 

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