Who startled sweet little Edmond????

edmond-11-22-16-new-coatMonday, November 7th, I had the privilege to babysit my dear mild-mannered grandson Edmond, who beams sweet smiles when first we meet.  By noon, I fed and changed him plus I brought and set up a playpen in a small bedroom, at an estate I worked on, for a sale the following week.  He seemed unsettled in there when I laid him down for a nap.  After an hour or so, he gave in to a half hour nap.  When he woke, he screamed as though he’d been startled by something, however I was the only one on that floor.  Could it have been the 95-year old lady that recently died, checking on him while I worked?   I know not.

After calming his uneasiness, I carried him to the basement to instruct my workers on where I needed a table or other pieces to reside for the sale, always making sure sharp edges are out of the walk ways.  I held Edmond facing out like he likes on my right hip, with my right arm across his front.  He likes to know what’s happening!

As I walked to the right of the basement steps he let out a startled, high pitched scream, shaking in the wake!  I turned him around facing me to caress and calm him, which happily he did so rather quickly.   I entered the room just beyond to the right where he was calm and peaceful, however upon turning around to leave the room to walk past the same area where he screeched, the same scenario happened.

I knew he saw something, someone.

Within my many years of self education via many metaphysical, spiritual and angelic books, I knew there was definitely something more there, than the naked eye could see! I knew in my heart, either the lady that just passed or her husband that passed many years before, may have been there.  I quickly placed Edmond in his car seat, grabbed my camera and took photos of the location, from entering the back right room and then back out.  I made sure Edmond never went to that area again.

What I saw when I returned home to view the pictures, was indeed an orb of white light on the brown solid wood door.  There was nothing there that my flash could have hit off of to create it!  I’ve researched orbs many times, this was indeed an orb and not a flash of light.

I told his mother, Ashley about what transpired, she said mom, do you notice how he looks beyond you, I and others when we hold him? 

Yes, always. I think he sees someone from beyond.  Do you?

She replied yes, I do mom.  It’s odd, but I think, because he’s just recently on this side ‘others’ maybe coax him or guide him from beyond. 

Maybe papa helps him. 

But papa wouldn’t scare him. 

True, papa never would scare little bits.  It seems ‘others’ must come through to new babies and parents etc. in tune, that notice what is. 

We agreed before he was born, to pay attention to what he says and does.  Little ones often have invisible friends, however many parents aren’t privy to the reality of what is, within that situation.  There’s just so much more to understand, thus by paying close attention we might gain a better understanding from our new little ones.

All that day and a few of the other set-up days, I felt a lady with short grey hair always on  my left side, at my shoulder.  I saw a small framed lady of perhaps 5′ or so.  She seemed to just hang around to view what I was up to.  I never felt afraid, just a peaceful calm exuded from her.

Two days after the sale, I informed the daughter of seeing this lady asking if in fact her mother was short.

Oh yes, she was 5’1″ in her heyday and 5′ at the end.  She did have short grey hair and was very kind.  The three of us kids never heard a harsh word from her mouth.  She never cursed or even raised her voice at us.

I felt it was your mother, but of course, I never saw a picture till the last day of the sale, via a male neighbor.  He too, said all the neighbors enjoyed her company and really liked her.  He added that he’d make sure she came to the yearly neighborhood parties, stating that she liked them as much as they liked her.  What a treat it is to know kind gentle people.

I’ll pay close attention to what Edmond says and does.  I wish he could have talked at that moment, to tell me what he saw.  At least now at 5.5 months he says da-da, so he’s beginning to talk.  He chitter-chatters all the time just before napping.  Who knows what we’ll learn from him, just by listening.

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015

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Beyond Tommorrow

Saturday at midnight, channel 9 hosted a wonderful metaphysical movie.  Three elderly male spirits stayed in the ether’s, just above earth watching over a young unmarried couple in from the country – green to the ways of the city.

Overview of the movie: George Vale Melton (Harry Carey), Allan Chadwick (C. Aubrey Smith) and Michael O’Brien (Charles Winninger) are rich but lonely, so they invite a pair of strangers, schoolteacher Jean Lawrence (Jean Parker) and cowboy James Houston (Richard Carlson) to their house for dinner on Christmas Eve. Both James and Jean seem to hit it off, but the next day the three old men are killed in a plane crash. Now ghosts, the three work from the afterworld to make sure the young couple stays together.

What I found tremendously interesting, was how the writers think very similarly to me and other metaphysical persons of today. In that there are spiritual connections from those that passed from this life.

One spirit C. Aubrey Smith, was called to the light as his son, killed in WWl walked from the spiritual ether’s to him.  Oh, the thrill the father’s face reflected!  The son told his father that its so nice to finally come home where there’s never strife or turmoil.  The father asked what’s it like there?  The son said everyone gets their dream.  What do you want it to look like?  The father said I’d like to see the beautiful area around the fort that last day. Then you shall father.

This scene brought to mind conversations I’ve had with my father who passed August 20, 2012.  With closed eyes, I meditate to chat with my precious father while at the same time typing the conversation.  He’s told me that he’s with his mother who died when he was only five and his father who lived till dad was 35.  Dad was the youngest of nine.  Plus a host of other siblings and relatives.

These conversations allowed me to chat with my grandmother Fidella Gray as well.  Here’s an excerpt from a book now forming entitled Life After Life with Dad.  Chapter title Sunday, September 02, 2012, 12 noon  is: Angels among us!

V: So, what have you done since last we spoke?

Dad: I’ve sort of hung around with my father and mother, Debbie and oh Tessie and all my siblings are here too. It’s like the family reunions we had back on earth.

V: Do they sing songs there? Remember you stated your brother Elzie, Evert and the girls sang in harmony here. Do they do that there?

Dad: Honey there’s such a peace here that allows all kinds of songs. But yes, my siblings and I too sing songs whenever we want. Oh honey my mom, Fidella is here right now do you want to talk to her?

V: Oh my goodness, yes. Hi Grandmother. I’ve heard so much about you from dad. I want to know so much more.

F: Hello my granddaughter. I will call you Vickie okay?

V: Sure. I wish I’d met you at least once.

F: But you have. I’ve been there often when you needed help. (This is choking me up.)

V: Like what times?

F: When you and Debbie were in your car, when the brakes failed you. Remember?

V: Oh yes. I felt an Angel grab the steering wheel at the precise moment and turned it into a huge pile of rocks so Debbie and I didn’t go off the embankment. Was that you?

F: Yes, dear it was. You had so much more to do in that life. That was the only place available that I saw wouldn’t hurt the two of you and allow you to walk home to your dad.

V: Yes, I recall. When I told dad the steering wheel was jerked from my hands, he immediately said it had to be the Angels watching out for my babies. And so it was you?

F: Yes, and when you were shocked before that while doing dishes at age 14. Your hands wet with water, you turned the metal upright floor fan to move the air straight on to you as it was a very hot August day. Plus you placed your right hand on a metal drawer handle to place silverware in the drawer. I was there. Your mother came running from the bathtub with only a towel to cover her and tripped on the fan cord, which stopped the current from shocking you.

V: Oh my. I had no idea an Angel was involved. You now I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to help me and yet in the yelling I felt I was whispering like a very soft crying out. However the neighbor lady heard my yelling and her house is at least one hundred yards or more away from our kitchen.

F: I hurried your mother to quickly dry off and run into the cord thus causing it to unplug. Both of you could have been shocked had the cord not unplugged.

V: Oh yes, I’ve gone over that endless times since. How miraculous it was for that to happen. But you know what grandmother?

F: What dear?

V: Ever since that moment in time, I’ve felt a connection to something beyond the earthly realm. But I held back when I thought someone was about to say something that I already knew what they were to say, I held back from stating it and they blurted out what I thought. To me it was the beginning of noting my intuitive side.

F: Yes, dear often it’s a trauma like that which enables the ability to intuit.

V: Were you the angel that came when I fell on the ice about ten years ago?

F: No, honey that was your grandfather. I was tending to something else here.

V: Grandfather?

F: Yes, it was your grandfather Theodore.

V: Is he there for me to ask a question?

F: Yes, dear.

T: Hello. It’s been a long time since we met. You were only seven when I left that life. Yes, it was me that came to you that day when you fell during ice skating.

V:   Grandfather, I’m so pleased to know this. When I fell, immediately a man in a tan suede leather jacket and jeans came over to me. Immediately, and I mean immediately he reached with his right hand from my left side to the back of my head and said No she’s not bleeding. His hand felt like an Angel and a doctor at the same time. Really it did. I felt like I was healed all at one moment. That fall was so loud that all stopped skating. Another man came to my right, a young man, asking me if he could help me off the ice. I stayed a bit as others quickly surrounded me. But that one man to my left disappeared when all those people came to my aide. Of course my daughter came over to help me. That fall was odd in that when I fell, I fell onto my rear but also my head fell back and hit the ice with a crack. I thought I split my head open. And yet nothing, no headache just stunned. When I stood with the help of the young man and Ashley I looked around for the man in the tan leather jacket, but couldn’t see him. I told my daughter please find that man. I need to thank him. He was an Angel I felt and here it was my grandfather.

T: Yes, dear you looked at every person as they left the rink. But I knew there was no need to stay. You were okay.

V: But I was sitting at the only door where people left and I watched the restroom doors too. No one fit that description. It was odd because I knew that man helped me. I even went back into the rink area and all were off the ice when the session ended. I asked the people working was there another way out and I was told  there wasn’t  only the door I was sitting near with ice on my head.

I knew then and there it wasn’t my imagination, but an Angel that came to my rescue. And all along it was my precious grandfather Theodore.

T: I was glad to help. You have much more to accomplish in this earthly life.

V: Like what?

T: Like the book you’re writing right now.

V: Is it to be a book. Really?

You see why this movie brought back memories of my father and the many telepathic conversations I’ve had with him and relatives too.

Metaphysics is defined in various ways of which this one fits my definition of it.

noun
noun: metaphysics
  1. the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space.

I love so many things about this life!  Especially since I left the strict confines of a religious upbringing to a mind full of wonder, eager to grasp all that’s available while here.

I’ll keep paying attention to what is beyond tomorrow.  Will you?

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015

Seeing an Entity

Off and on within this career, I’ve seen and or felt a presence at various estates.

One such time soon after arriving at a house just outside the hub of St. Louis city, it happened again!

I instructed some of my crew to work in the basement and another lady to work with me in the shotgun side of a 2-bedroom home.  This estate was packed to the gills!  This meant we had to stay focused in one area, pulling out all items within a room as usual, but this one had so much that it took extra days to finish.

After about two hours we pulled out and set up all items in the the living room where the entrance door was. Subsequently, we moved to the adjoining dining room.  Again we took all items from the very full china cabinet, buffet, side shelves and table tops to neatly begin setting up items on the dining room table and a table I carried in.

Just about the time all items were out and the setting up began, I felt a presence, looked over my right shoulder and turned around to see a dark whoosh at the entry door!  I saw a male figure wearing a red and black plaid shirt that quickly darted into the home and vanished just as quickly!

I turned to my co-worker and exclaimed what I saw.  She calmly said, again?

Yes, again!  This time the entity was certainly male wearing a red and black plaid shirt.  It kind of looked like a loggers shirt made of flannel and then he disappeared.

She went on about her work, not fazed by my vision because it’s happened quite a few times over the almost 26-years in this business.

I knew in my heart he was worried about his wife.  He left this life the year before, which the estate lawyer handling the estate informed me.  And the lawyer added that the wife was in a retirement/assisted living establishment and was doing okay.

This too is an important element of this true story, that we only handled the three rooms that first day, when inside, on the left side of this house.  The living room, the dining room and a back bedroom.  In these three rooms I noted several family photos perched on shelves and on the walls of a man and woman in business attire.  No plaid shirts were visible in any photo.  But I knew this entity was certainly the late husband.

The basement was so full that the worker downstairs pulled out some of the items on one side as well.  We generally work from 10 a.m. till 4 p.m., which is what we did this Tuesday.

When I went home that evening, I knew I had to talk to this entity the following day and devised what I’d say to him.

The next day, Wednesday, my crew and I entered the house once more to continue with the setup.  I directed the workers to various rooms and or the basement and went back into the living room for the one-sided chat.

I stood at the entrance where he came through the day before.  I noted a slight coolness in the air, was he there?  I believed so.

Sir, I saw you here yesterday and I felt you’re worried about your wife.  I’ve handled numerous sales over the years and will make sure your contents bring as much as possible to help your wife.  I learned she is in a retirement/assisted home and is well taken care of.  Yes, I know she misses you as much as you miss her.  And I feel you’ll be reunited soon.

With that statement the temperature raised and I felt he almost nodded a thank you as his energy left.

It was divine, to say the least!

Now what happened next clinched the deal that it was in fact the husband.  I sent the lady worker to the kitchen at the back of the right side of the home to work and I entered the front bedroom.  Here I began pulling many beautiful quilts from the trunk to set them up on the now cleaned off mattress (a staging point).  After which I went to the closet, opened the door to find…..a closet full of plaid shirts!

I kid you not!  There were thirty or forty plaid shirts in that small closet!  I searched for one like I saw and found many red and black plaid shirts and one was actually made of flannel!

Yes indeed, that entity was the husband!

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