Sunday, November 18, 2012

TALKING TO REBECCA (3/1/66-5/8/2008)

My dear friend, we have shared so much together over the last year and now we are once more in the Holiday Season. A time of great joy for some of us and a time of significant pain for others; but none of us escape its presence.

On December 23rd, 1970, my little girl, Carol Lucile was born, and then passed away two hours after birth. She brought sheer joy to our family. Her little spirit was gigantic and we were forever changed in a positive manner by her short presence. She was born, and passed, on the first day of Channukah and we have always celebrated her life as we light the yahrzeit candle and then the first candle of the celebration of light. Her name is roughly translated as song of light.

This year we also celebrate the new birth of our second great granddaughter, Milani Rebecca Brown, who is due on December 14th, 2012, but which I have a sneaking suspicion will be born on December 8th, 2012 (the first day of Channukah this year). I'm just saying, I have a feeling and I'll let you know the day that she is born.

Anyway, yesterday we went to Dover, Delaware for a baby shower for my granddaughter, Sierra, who is the mother of little Milani. We had a great time and met Terrance's folks (the baby's father) who are such fine people and so gracious. But the story I want to tell you happened the night before the shower (Friday night).

First, I need to tell you that Sierra's mother (Milani's grandmother) is my daughter Rebecca who passed away in May of 2008. Sierra has been longing for her mother during her pregnancy and wishing that she could be with her during her labor. I was wishing that Rebecca (Becky) could let Sierra know that she was near to her and loved her and would indeed be with her during her labor and delivery, but all I could do was assure Sierra that her mother would always love her and be beside her, and that I would be there with her and give her all the support and love that I can.

My apartment is a studio and is one long room divided by furniture placement into three areas, the closet and bathroom, the kitchen and den, and the living room-bedroom. But as I sit and write I can see every inch of the room. So unless you are in the bathroom or closet with the door shut, nothing can escape my view.

William (my grandson) and I were watching television and we heard a heavy thunk coming from the kitchen area. We could see nothing wrong, so let the sound pass from our thoughts.

Later that evening, William had gone home to David's apartment and I was alone and reading when I heard the thunk again. I couldn't see anything so I just went back to reading. A few minutes later I heard the thunk again so I got up and went into the kitchen area and started examining everything on the ledges. The kitchen is small and all that is on the ledge is a coffee maker and a red dish drainer which sits on a slightly damp towel right next to the sink. There is a little edge between the dish drainer and the sink. I took the coffee maker apart and could see nothing wrong and besides, it wasn't plugged in. I wiggled the dish drainer but it was solidly in place and hard to move because of the damp towel. There wasn't anything else in the area to make noise and there were no dishes in the sink. Mystified, I went back to the living area and sat back down to read.

Five minutes later I heard a series of thunks coming from the kitchen area. I got up but I was feeling a little scared because I thought maybe something was about to explode. I stood in front of the tiny ledge and stared at the coffee maker and dish drainer and then my skin started to crawl and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, for the dish drainer was moving inch by inch toward me. All by itself. My mind screamed and said, "Becky, is that you? If it is, I get your point! Now stop!" Then I pushed the dish drainer back into place and made sure that it was soundly on the other side of the edge from the sink. I was scared and turned and ran back to my bed and tried to forget what I had just seen. My heart was pounding so fast and I dearly wished I was not alone.

No more sounds. I continued reading and put the incident out of my mind and prayed that the sounds would not be repeated.

Fifteen minutes later I heard a deafening crash! I jumped up and went into the kitchen area again. The dish drainer (filled with dishes and glasses) including the damp towel had crashed into the sink. I then said out loud, "Becky, I hear you! I will tell Sierra that you love her and will be near to her as she gets ready to have this baby. Now please stop, you're scaring me." Then I picked up the dishes and the drainer and put them back into place.

It took me a while to calm down but no more noise was heard that night, or since. When we were in Dover yesterday for Sierra's shower I told this story to Sierra and Sierra surprised me by telling me that she had had a similar incident the day before when twice her cell phone flew off the ledge where she had put it, onto the floor several feet away. She had watched it fly off the ledge herself.

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Yesterday I was writing in THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell, about Ann communicating with her children and grandchildren from Heaven. And then I get my own demonstration of how energy forms communicate even after they have left this life game on Earth. I berate myself that I was so scared when it actually happened, but it still sends shivers up and down my spine. But I now know beyond doubt that my daughter, Rebecca, is very much alive even though she does not live on this dimension of Earth's being.

Thank you for being my confidant, I appreciate that you have patience with me and my foibles. It is good to have someone to talk to. Someone as understanding as you.

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