Thursday, August 11, 2011

Farewell visit from HP

Some of you dear blogistas will remember that I've spoken of some psychic powers I have that I don't mention much, because it tends to scare people, for reasons I don't quite get. And some of you have them yourselves -- Jean and Mran, you will definitely get this. Perhaps others, too, that I don't know of.

What happened is this: yesterday I went to rest a few minutes, and woke with a great sensation of receiving some kind of information. I was fully awake, but too lazy to get up yet. I had an experience next that I have had before: I can see, literally see, not imagine, images on the inside of my eyelids.

This time it was dear HP's face, in death, which changed gently into his live dear old face, and smiled a little, then my own face and a closeup of my own eye, as if I were looking down at my own face, all in a kind of sepia color, like an old movie, very muted in tones. There was more,but this is the gist. I think he was telling me all was well. I looked at the clock and realized that the cremation was probably complete.

What a gift.


  1. I am happy that it has brought you a measure of happiness. I try not to get too philosophical about things but the heart always knows.

    Thinking of you.

  2. I've had a couple moments in my life where I felt a similar greeting ... and they have felt similarly like a gift from someone who didn't want me to hurt.

  3. "That eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man, what things God hath prepared for them that love him." We live in a multidimensional world and believe we understand it all, but all it takes is one such experience to validate we have much more to experience in yet another dimension, regardless of one's belief systems. - Jean

  4. What a lovely message. Peace to you my friend and peace everlasting to Andy.

  5. How lovely, Liz. I've heard my dad say a few things since he passed. Real clear like that. It's such a gift.

  6. Liz, I am not one that dismisses such powers. I have had experiences that I hold dear to my heart and know they were as real as anything tangible that I can see, feel, hear, or touch! I will never forget the feeling I had, the thought that I had as a result that occurred at the very same time my dearest cousin was killed in a motorcycle accident over 800 miles away, unbeknownst to me. I was only told of his accident and death the next day whan I'd arrived for a planned visit with him and the rest of my family. Such moments while maybe sad, do not frighten me at all. And I cherish them.


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