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I just read your
article on the DOPler effect, and I
have had various experiences with this. Though most of them I would attribute to
absentmindedness, there are two instances that seems to be most unexplainable.
The first occurred when I was boarding at my high school on the Gold Coast in
Queensland, Australia. I had a stuffed toy frog at the time, which I was
quite fond of, and have kept with me at my cubicle. I usually sleep with it in
my bed at night. One morning when I woke up, I noticed that the frog was gone,
and I just could not find it anywhere. I looked between the bed and the wall,
under the bed, beneath my desk and even in the closet. It was nowhere to be
found. I just could not explain where it had gone. About two weeks later when I
woke up one morning, I found the frog to be wedged firmly between my bed and the
wall.
The other instance happened
quite a few years after that. I had moved up to Brisbane to attend university by
then, and I was living with my ex-boyfriend and a few friends of mine in a
house. At that time, my ex-boyfriend had given me a necklace for Valentine's Day,
which I treasured immensely. I had always kept it in my jewelry box. One day I
went to wear it, I could not find it in the jewelry box. I looked everywhere in
the house and I even got my boyfriend at the time and my housemates to look for
it with no success. I was very upset. About three months after the incident, I
went into my bedroom during the day to get a book... and I found the necklace
sitting on my bed on top of the bedspread. I couldn't have left the necklace on
the bed like that, because after three months, it would have been kicked off for
sure!
- Cindi
Message
from Paradise
I was standing outside the funeral home where my grandmother's viewing had been held. It was a beautiful, sunny June afternoon as friends and family
members gathered around consoling one another. Hearing my name called in a gentle but demanding way, I turned and there stood Aunt Lorraine, my
Grandmother's sister, who I barely knew. Her name was on the tip of my tongue and she could see I felt awkward that I couldn't remember it, so she told me.
I smiled and repeated her name back saying, "That's right! Aunt Lorraine! How have you been?" We spoke briefly and I remember thinking how cool her hand
felt in mine. Later, as we headed back to my dad's, I felt like the air was knocked out of me when it hit me that Aunt Lorraine had died. I ask my
dad if MaMaw (my grandmother) had any relatives, friends or coworkers whose name was Lorraine. He
was adamant that there were none. Asking me why I wanted to know, I hesitantly told him what happened, knowing he would find this hard to
believe because I was having a hard time accepting it myself. But she was real! We had
spoken! I had touched her! Deciding there had to be a logical explanation I decided it
was someone who looked remarkably like her and I had misheard her name and it must have been
"Maureen."
| There on the floor was a large wadded up newspaper that hadn't been there five seconds earlier. Feeling very perplexed, I picked it up I opened the paper. To my utter astonishment, wrapped inside I found a bell - a small, white porcelain bell with a rainbow, and underneath the rainbow was written "Hawaii." |
Dad was visiting from Tennessee and during the course of our conversation we begin talking about God. He was not sure if he believed in any kind of life after death. He felt that when a person died, "That's it!" was his quote. Yet, he did believe that a God existed while one was alive and that He was everywhere. I explained how this made no sense to me. Why would God cease to exists to him after death I asked? He didn't have an answer. This whole conversation was a bit surreal because dad never discussed God or religion, and if someone broached the subject he'd cut you off with a look. Now while sitting there I remembered how several years before MaMaw died dad had gone to Hawaii. I suddenly remembered how he called it a real paradise and how it was the most beautiful place he'd ever seen. I got up and fetched the bell. I handed it to dad and said, "Now I know why MaMaw and Aunt Lorraine gave me this bell. It was a message for you!" I exclaimed. "For you to know there is a paradise after this life." I knew this just as clear as the sky is blue and the grass is green. After all these years I finally knew. Dad's face was filled with excitement, glee and relief. He ask if he could have it and I said, "No! They gave it to me!" And we laughed. But, I felt strongly that I was supposed to keep the bell. It wasn't until the following summer that I knew why.
Dad was again at my house but not for a visit. He was dying. I had taken the bell out of the cupboard and placed it beside his bed. Watching him slip away
was so painful. I cried and prayed, and laughed as I spoke of fun moments we had shared. I told him not to be
afraid, that MaMaw was waiting for him. I held his hand and stroked his face. Told him how much I loved him. How much I
would miss him, but that I would forever carry him in my heart. Suddenly the room became very quiet and still. Dad was gone.
Now the bell sits as it did for years with one exception. I now have it turned where anyone can see the rainbow with "Hawaii" written underneath.
It's not the least bit tacky to me now. It is a beautiful reminder from those who love me and mine that they are in their paradise.
- Mysteben
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