Beginning of the Blog
“Lynda, you need to blog,” said a few friends that enjoy hearing my “stories.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” is my usual response or at least what I’m thinking when told this. Talking on the phone is so much easier than trying to sit down and write words on a screen. But I am challenging myself to do this. This has got to be easier than dieting; anything is easier than that….isn’t it. lol
When I went to my website editing page, Yahoo offered a blog page. I thought it very special and interesting of the picture/theme of this page automatically chosen by the Yahoo system. I’ve always loved the idea of walking down a country lane by a row of majestic trees. How appropriate this picture is with the idea of walking along and knowing that God(dess) is by your side, and perhaps allowing a loved one to come near. I think I’ll keep it for now.
One of the first questions that people ask (the believers) is, “What is it like to see them?”
“To see who?” I’ll jokingly say, searching the room with frantic eyes to get a laugh. There has to be some humor, especially from someone who claims to see the dead.
There is no simple answer to this. It’s a part of me as much as the other senses are a part of me; though my sense of smell is severely impaired at this time because of a very bad cold! When I first understood and realized what was going on in my head, yes, I did have my moment of doing the backstroke (made famous by the character of Arnold on Different Strokes). I didn’t know what to make of it, and….wait for it, wait for it…..me being a Christian…..yikes!!!!! Grab the Bible! Throw Jesus’ name around a bit and all will be okay.
Well, folks, not exactly. My faith is what keeps me standing….and I do stress the word FAITH….and above all else…the one I backstroke into is my Lord. Thank goodness for strong arms! lol
Seeing them now is like looking up and seeing a person coming into the room where I’m at, sitting in the backseat of my SUV (there in the middle in view of my rear view mirror), or talking in my head. No, I don’t always see them. Sometimes I hear them, or feel them, or just simply know.
Fortunately, I’ve been led to friends along the way from different paths of life that have been willing to listen to my questions and stories, and who have shared with me some of their own thoughts and theories. “Ground, Center, Shield” is my motto when I’m with a large group of people. Not because I’m seeing the dead standing all aroud, but simply because I’m effected by all the energies of the people.
In Christian terms, think of one of those Spirit-filled revivals, and emotions are running high with hands held up and everyone singing, “Shout to the Lord.” It’s hard to sit/stand through that without be filled with great emotion. And if you don’t want to go there, then think of a huge football game and everyone cheering for their team. I’ve been known to start cheering for a team I don’t even know simply because I’m caught up in the moment.
That’s one emotions; not spirit.
Last Sunday I had walked over to Glinda’s, a close friend who came to me some years ago. Her son, Michael, died tragically while serving his community as a volunteer fireman, and she had come to me back then. On this afternoon while we’re sitting talking, I saw Michael just step into the room from the hallway saying, “Hi Mom!”
“Hmm,” I thought. Not sure if this is him, or just because we’ve been talking about him. As I was listening to Glinda (at least trying to), he was taking my focus off by showing me a birthday cake.
“Glinda, did you make a cake this past week.”
“No, but I made a sweet potato pie for New Year’s Eve. Why? Is Michael here?”
“I think so. He has just stepped in and said, ‘Hi Mom’!” As I’m looking at him, he’s nodding about the pie idea. Here came a picture of a birthday cake in my mind. “Glinda, that’s not it. He’s showing me a birthday cake. Who’s birthday is coming up very soon?”
“Why Lee’s birthday is tomorrow!” She had to remind me that Lee was her brother who lived around the corner. “Michael, I’ll tell Uncle Lee you said Happy Birthday!”
Then he was gone.
I would think it be very interesting to see if I could write a story a day, much like the character in “Julia and Julia.” I will do my best. Some stories will have to be split up, and not because I’m rambling!!! lol But to get through the year…..going to have to spend some time with different people and work with different paranormal groups.
Friends, please write in with comments or with questions.
Love and hugs, Lynda