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July 2001
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Long-Lost
Son
by zuzieq
When I was about 18 years old and married, I had a miscarriage. I wasn't very far along in the pregnancy, but over the ensuing years, for some strange reason, I always thought of it as a boy that I had lost - although there was no way of really knowing. I would think, "Well, by now he would be 10 years old. I wonder what he would look like?" or "By now he would be 25 years old, I wonder what kind of a man he would be by now?" I never told anyone of my secret thoughts regarding the child I miscarried. I had long since divorced the man and remarried and had a beautiful daughter.
One day on a lark, I had a reading with a palm reader. She told me I had two children - a boy and a girl - and the boy was my guardian spirit now watching over me and my daughter. Although I only had one child, a girl, I said, "Funny, you should say that!" and told her about the miscarriage.
A couple of days later, I attempted to make contact with him through meditation. I thought I might have been successful as I listened in to a conversation we were having as he told me how beautiful his sister was and that he loved me. After this, I then went to the bathroom to color my hair, feeling a little foolish, thinking it had all be my imagination anyway. As I was applying the color, being especially careful not to drip or splatter the dye anywhere, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the toilet water sloshing back and forth in the toilet. I looked down, thinking how strange. We weren't having an earthquake (I live in California), but, I figured, oh well, it must be something in the plumbing causing it.
I had to wait for about 25 minutes for the color to "set" in my hair. The phone rang and I got involved in conversation with a friend. Suddenly, I realized it was past time to wash out the color from my hair. I said goodbye and dashed back into the bathroom, shocked to find that the remaining portion of my haircolor in the squeeze bottle had been squirted all over the mirror and wall!! It barely missed my good fabric shower curtain I had made, and so was easily washed off. But I knew I had not made this mess, since I was consciously extra careful with the handling of the hair dye.
I pondered it all, and talked to my friend, we came t the conclusion that it had indeed been my long lost son confirming his presence and showing me I wasn't imagining things. He was also showing me what I had missed by not having a little boy to "play in the toilet" and "write on the wall!"
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