Post by Del on Sept 17, 2012 1:08:09 GMT -5
I called my grandmother on Saturday - following up on a feeling I'd received Friday, to call her. We poke briefly, 4 minutes and 21 seconds; I'd woken her up from nap and noted how heavy the phone call felt. I didn't pay much attention to it, since I was glad to finally speak to my grandmother. The last time I'd spoken to her was while I was resting in Wyoming for lunch. I'd waited this long to call her again because I didn't want to worry her with me not having a stable place to sleep. After my experience in Thailand, my family's been a bit worried about me having a set and stable place to be.
She'd told me that her stomach was bothering her, but that she was going to rest so that she can get better; she'd asked me if everything was okay on my end, and if I was eating well. I assured her that all was well; she made an aware note of my new number and said she'd call me on Sunday [today]. We said our Love you's and goodbye's. That evening I called her again, but by accident. She actually picked up the phone - she normally doesn't pick up the phone so late at night.
This morning I'd intended to sleep in; I usually turn my phone off on the weekends but something said to leave it on - so I did. I woke up surprisingly early...around 8:25am for a Sunday, to the beeping sound of my phone, indicating a message. I was met with the message you see below.
I've been in a state of shock for the entire day today [Sunday]; yes I sobbed upon reading this, and cried throughout the day. I cannot believe she's gone; so unexpectedly. Nobody knew she was sick; I knew her stomach was bothering her and so did her husband - even then, I didn't know she was taking medication for her stomach. The medication was news to everyone.
I am glad I listened to that feeling I had on Friday. It's the same feeling I had with regards to my grandmother on my father's side - she was in a Hospice this past April, and since I Was in NYC, I decided to go see her on a Saturday - something said I had to see her that weekend and no later. The room she was in felt heavy, just like the phone conversation I had yesterday with my mother's mother. I recall being in the room and feeling Death linger about. I whispered to her, asking her to wait for my sister to come before passing, praying to Death to hold off a bit; she passed away the following day . My grandfather on my father's side, also passed away the day after I'd spoken to him - me having called him after getting that feeling to call. I am glad I listened - I hadn't spoken to him in a few years. He was glad to hear from me; but I didn't know he passed shortly after until my aunt notified me the following week.
Intuition is a beautiful thing. Be sure to ALWAYS listen. I am glad I did and still do.
Message from NYC:
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On a more deeper note, I'd meditated the night before her passing, Saturday night, and the image that came to me was of Neptune gifting me a water Nymph. At the present, this Nymph is on the process of integrating itself into my being, beginning with its webbed hands. So my hands feel kind of odd - a bit stiff at the wrists, but I feel it.
With the passing of my grandmother I cannot help but be brought back to a dream I had when I was younger [some time in my teens] -
I was standing at the bank of a lake, looking across it at a forest. Palm trees lined the front of the forest, but all I could see through the palm trees was more green. It was noisy - the animals were making so much noise. It was as if they were talking - monkeys, insects, felines, frogs and especially the birds - about something important. I asked for them to be quiet, wanting to know about the power that I was to be gifted with. They fell silent, and the air was thick and heavy with power. I was then told that I would receive it after my grandmother passed, since then was not the time.
I assumed they meant my father's mother, since she was in a vegetative state at the time. My mother's mother was alive and healthy.
It all feels odd - it's the shock, I know. Something else has shifted in me. I was so focused on meditating on purpose this weekend, getting a more cohesive picture other than 'sharing my dreams'. There's so much more to it than that and I want to know what.
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My grandmother was supposed to call me today...she never did.
She'd told me that her stomach was bothering her, but that she was going to rest so that she can get better; she'd asked me if everything was okay on my end, and if I was eating well. I assured her that all was well; she made an aware note of my new number and said she'd call me on Sunday [today]. We said our Love you's and goodbye's. That evening I called her again, but by accident. She actually picked up the phone - she normally doesn't pick up the phone so late at night.
This morning I'd intended to sleep in; I usually turn my phone off on the weekends but something said to leave it on - so I did. I woke up surprisingly early...around 8:25am for a Sunday, to the beeping sound of my phone, indicating a message. I was met with the message you see below.
I've been in a state of shock for the entire day today [Sunday]; yes I sobbed upon reading this, and cried throughout the day. I cannot believe she's gone; so unexpectedly. Nobody knew she was sick; I knew her stomach was bothering her and so did her husband - even then, I didn't know she was taking medication for her stomach. The medication was news to everyone.
I am glad I listened to that feeling I had on Friday. It's the same feeling I had with regards to my grandmother on my father's side - she was in a Hospice this past April, and since I Was in NYC, I decided to go see her on a Saturday - something said I had to see her that weekend and no later. The room she was in felt heavy, just like the phone conversation I had yesterday with my mother's mother. I recall being in the room and feeling Death linger about. I whispered to her, asking her to wait for my sister to come before passing, praying to Death to hold off a bit; she passed away the following day . My grandfather on my father's side, also passed away the day after I'd spoken to him - me having called him after getting that feeling to call. I am glad I listened - I hadn't spoken to him in a few years. He was glad to hear from me; but I didn't know he passed shortly after until my aunt notified me the following week.
Intuition is a beautiful thing. Be sure to ALWAYS listen. I am glad I did and still do.
Message from NYC:
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 11:00:23 +0000
>
> Your Grandma died this morning!
> She was incoherent this morning. Complaining later that her stomach hurts. Auntie wiped away clear fluids from her mouth, as she stepped away to call 911, she'd passed away.
> Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
>
> Your Grandma died this morning!
> She was incoherent this morning. Complaining later that her stomach hurts. Auntie wiped away clear fluids from her mouth, as she stepped away to call 911, she'd passed away.
> Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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On a more deeper note, I'd meditated the night before her passing, Saturday night, and the image that came to me was of Neptune gifting me a water Nymph. At the present, this Nymph is on the process of integrating itself into my being, beginning with its webbed hands. So my hands feel kind of odd - a bit stiff at the wrists, but I feel it.
With the passing of my grandmother I cannot help but be brought back to a dream I had when I was younger [some time in my teens] -
I was standing at the bank of a lake, looking across it at a forest. Palm trees lined the front of the forest, but all I could see through the palm trees was more green. It was noisy - the animals were making so much noise. It was as if they were talking - monkeys, insects, felines, frogs and especially the birds - about something important. I asked for them to be quiet, wanting to know about the power that I was to be gifted with. They fell silent, and the air was thick and heavy with power. I was then told that I would receive it after my grandmother passed, since then was not the time.
I assumed they meant my father's mother, since she was in a vegetative state at the time. My mother's mother was alive and healthy.
It all feels odd - it's the shock, I know. Something else has shifted in me. I was so focused on meditating on purpose this weekend, getting a more cohesive picture other than 'sharing my dreams'. There's so much more to it than that and I want to know what.
___
My grandmother was supposed to call me today...she never did.