7/29/10
When I was in grade school, I was friends with a girl named Laura Davis. We only went to grade school together. While in junior high and high school, every now and again, I would get a call from Laura. She would say to me, "I was just going through my phone number book and I saw your number and I just thought I would call and see if it was still your number. How are you doing?" Then we would talk for hours about our lives and we were off to continue living until the next random call. It seemed that she would always call when I was mad at the world and hated my parents or something. (When wasn't I upset with them as a teenager?) So life went on and I didn't get any calls from Laura after about Junior year in high school or so. I didn't know what happened with her and quite frankly, I had somewhat forgotten about her.
So we add a little thing called Facebook to the equation. Fast forward 12 or 13 years and here we are. I don't have a lot of my childhood friends on my Facebook because there aren't many that I care to be in contact with. I had lots of acquaintances in school and only 2 really good friends. I get a friend request from one of my high school friends and I accept it and start looking at their friends list. Low and behold, there is Laura Davis! So I didn't even blink before I went to her page and requested her as a friend. She accepted. She had a TON of friends and her display name wasn't Laura Davis, it was Mind's Creation. That just told me she is making a life for herself. We caught up with each other just a little bit on Facebook. Then we had the random comments here and there on our statuses every now and then. She would post a question, I would answer it; I would put up something funny one of my kids did and she would comment. Nothing major.
------>Now I am going to insert another important part of this story: About my Papa. He died about 5 years ago or so. He had some intestinal issues and some other complications along with old age and such. When he died, Juan and I were split up and he didn't go with me to the funeral. One of the times in my life when I needed him the most and he wasn't there. The girls and I went. I had to explain to them what death meant...all by myself. I miss my Papa. So 4 months ago, my son Ramon was born. The entire time I was pregnant I dreamed of my Papa. I smelled him in my car and in the wind when it would blow through. My mom shared with me that these things often happened to her too. Also during that time, we found out that my dad could have a life threatening illness and so my dreams of my Papa helping my dad cross over were more vivid than anything. (My dad is ok, thankfully!) I never put 2 and 2 together because also while I was pregnant, my mother in law also died. She was the first one on my mind when it came to the new baby. How she wouldn't be here to see her new grandbaby born and she wouldn't get to play with him. My sister in law spoke with someone that told her that "Jamma" was already playing with our babies (all 3 of us were pregnant at the same time) and taking great care of them before she sends them to us. That became the belief; the gospel for the 3 of us. When Ramon was born with blue eyes, I knew immediately that my Papa had played with my son and cared for him as well. Sylvia had help. :) No one else in my family has blue eyes. No one in Juan's family has them either.
Ok, back to present day on Facebook... The other night I got on Facebook one last time before I went to bed and I see this as Laura's post:
I really don't like doing this as it is very private. There has been a man here with me all day, who has passed over, asking me to speak with his granddaughter. The gentleman passed of colon cancer or some kind of renal failure, "not to long ago." If you felt drawn to this message please come see me as he says that I have not read for you before, yet. ~smiles~
I was sucked into that like you wouldn't believe. I knew as I read that, it was me. I sent her a message. She's a psychic. Now whether you believe in people having an ability or not, I believe in angels. They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and with all kinds of different abilities. Call it what you want. A monkey in silk is still a monkey. I told her that I thought it might be me for 3 reasons: Ramon's eyes are blue, my mom has been having a recurring dream over the last few weeks that has to do with her family and dad, and that I had SO many dreams about him when I was pregnant.
So she messaged me the next morning that it was me. My Papa has something he wants to tell me. She said he had been telling jokes about farting to try and get her to find me. He really needed to tell me something. She said that she could do a reading for me for 30 minutes or if I didn't have the time that she could tell me what he wants to say in a message. The problem with that is that I may not understand the message. I agreed to do the full 30 minute reading with her at her office. That will be tomorrow. I can't wait to see what he needs to tell me. I really believe that he had something to do with us getting together. I think he found a means to be able to communicate with me. I'm very anxious because I haven't seen Laura since 6th grade! And of course, my mom has been battling herself about whether she should invite her sister to her wedding in the church. Maybe he can help me to answer that too.
I may or may not finish this post after I have gotten my reading depending on what the message is.
7/30/09
I will not be sharing all the things that she shared with me just because they are personal to me. I will share however that my papa wanted me to know that he acknowledges that he knows now that I felt "snubbed." She said he used that word in particular. He didn't know that I felt that way until I was at the wake for his death and I said to him, "I wish I had been closer to you." She didn't know about me saying that to him and neither did ANYONE else. She also asked me about another day that I had a conversation with them (my grandparents) where I had been asking for some guidance. This was actually at their gravesite on Palm Sunday one year. I went there after church and sat there talking to them for an hour or longer. The message that he really wanted me to have was that he heard me. He hears my prayers and sends angels to me to help me. He sees all the things I do to keep things in order and says I need to relax. She said that he knows that I know when he's around. I do, I smell him. When I told her that, she said that he had a bottle of cologne or something on the counter top in the bathroom. He did. So there was A LOT more but I really don't want to share the rest.
It was a really good experience and it wasn't something I feel was going against my religious beliefs at all. I feel better knowing the things she shared. She did say that my grandparents were standing next to me for the whole reading with their hands on my shoulders talking WAY too fast to her. ~smiles~
I have a few tasks out of all this and I think I am going to try and tap a little further into my own intuition.
Oh and she mentioned Sylvia too and how she and my grandparents are working together to help my family on more levels that we know.
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