gattino
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A tale to tell but where to begin.
2003, 18 months after my dad had died.
My father's name was Gerry. Short for Gerard. He'd given my mother a cross to replace a previous one on a necklace chain. She knew it was still around her neck in her bedroom but became suddenly aware in the living room that it had vanished from the chain, and was distraught. She's wheelchair bound so there were only 3 rooms in which to search for it. And I searched every inch of floor on my hands and knees, including her bedroom. It was not there. I did something unlikely...having read of such things recently I privately addressed the air and "them" requesting "they" please return the cross. A few minutes later walked back into her bedroom and there it was right slap bang in the middle of the empty bare small plain tiled floor. This abbreviated version cannot convey the absolute certainty that this was not a case of just not noticing, like the glasses on top of your head or the pencil behind your ear, but that something truly startling had occurred with all the spectacle of a parlour trick.
2012
Monday of this week 2 things happened. My mum, seemingly recovered from the confusions of another bout of urinary tract infection a few days earlier was suddenly fully back in a state of rambling dementia bordering on delirium and referred, cheerfully enough, to my dad having (when she didn't say) been standing by her bedroom door and saying nothing. Secondly that day I received in the post a book I'd ordered on a very specific subject that had intrigued me lately...the claim that synchronicity and multi-layered coincidences are organised and arranged by the "spirits" to show they live on and to guide you. (I was interested by the claim because I drown in such synchronicity, especially in recent weeks, and its never appeared to have any meaning at all, ,much less involve the dead!) I was only a few pages in when I read this paragraph:
"Jeri Gerard recalls an encounter with a lost or trapped spirit in a house where she was living: 'It was something very heavy and annoying that wanted my attention. One day, my favourite pen disappeared, a Cross pen, a gift from my mother. I knew that I had left it on the made bed, but it was no longer there. I searched the bed, then the room, then the house, Finally, I turned to the living room and fiercely ordered my pen to be returned. When I went back to the bedroom, it was precisely in the middle of the bed'. "
It took a couple of reads for all the layers of this startling parallel to sink in. The incident, the location, the search, the process, the resolve...the emphasis on the pen being a "Cross" and the woman's name Jeri Gerard. And all in a book about synchronicity.
To me startling in the extreme. I wrote it all down to someone I'd been corresponding with on the subject in the previous few days, who had first drawn my attention to the claim that these things are arranged by the deceased. Within half an hour of doing so.....
My mum - who knew nothing of this - became agitated and started demanding "the tin box". There's a tin box in her bedside drawer, but she'd not have seen it for months, I keep nothing in it but old near empty tablet packets like Rennies or Paracetamol, and her state of mind being what it is she oughtn't even be aware it's there so surely was either rambling or meant something else, but she got more and more agitated and demanding so only getting this particular box out would placate her. She started rummaging through the packets and things as if searching for something and pulled out with an expression that appeared to say "see!" ...the chain with the cross on it. No explanation, but satisfied we could now put it all back.
Make of this what you will.
2003, 18 months after my dad had died.
My father's name was Gerry. Short for Gerard. He'd given my mother a cross to replace a previous one on a necklace chain. She knew it was still around her neck in her bedroom but became suddenly aware in the living room that it had vanished from the chain, and was distraught. She's wheelchair bound so there were only 3 rooms in which to search for it. And I searched every inch of floor on my hands and knees, including her bedroom. It was not there. I did something unlikely...having read of such things recently I privately addressed the air and "them" requesting "they" please return the cross. A few minutes later walked back into her bedroom and there it was right slap bang in the middle of the empty bare small plain tiled floor. This abbreviated version cannot convey the absolute certainty that this was not a case of just not noticing, like the glasses on top of your head or the pencil behind your ear, but that something truly startling had occurred with all the spectacle of a parlour trick.
2012
Monday of this week 2 things happened. My mum, seemingly recovered from the confusions of another bout of urinary tract infection a few days earlier was suddenly fully back in a state of rambling dementia bordering on delirium and referred, cheerfully enough, to my dad having (when she didn't say) been standing by her bedroom door and saying nothing. Secondly that day I received in the post a book I'd ordered on a very specific subject that had intrigued me lately...the claim that synchronicity and multi-layered coincidences are organised and arranged by the "spirits" to show they live on and to guide you. (I was interested by the claim because I drown in such synchronicity, especially in recent weeks, and its never appeared to have any meaning at all, ,much less involve the dead!) I was only a few pages in when I read this paragraph:
"Jeri Gerard recalls an encounter with a lost or trapped spirit in a house where she was living: 'It was something very heavy and annoying that wanted my attention. One day, my favourite pen disappeared, a Cross pen, a gift from my mother. I knew that I had left it on the made bed, but it was no longer there. I searched the bed, then the room, then the house, Finally, I turned to the living room and fiercely ordered my pen to be returned. When I went back to the bedroom, it was precisely in the middle of the bed'. "
It took a couple of reads for all the layers of this startling parallel to sink in. The incident, the location, the search, the process, the resolve...the emphasis on the pen being a "Cross" and the woman's name Jeri Gerard. And all in a book about synchronicity.
To me startling in the extreme. I wrote it all down to someone I'd been corresponding with on the subject in the previous few days, who had first drawn my attention to the claim that these things are arranged by the deceased. Within half an hour of doing so.....
My mum - who knew nothing of this - became agitated and started demanding "the tin box". There's a tin box in her bedside drawer, but she'd not have seen it for months, I keep nothing in it but old near empty tablet packets like Rennies or Paracetamol, and her state of mind being what it is she oughtn't even be aware it's there so surely was either rambling or meant something else, but she got more and more agitated and demanding so only getting this particular box out would placate her. She started rummaging through the packets and things as if searching for something and pulled out with an expression that appeared to say "see!" ...the chain with the cross on it. No explanation, but satisfied we could now put it all back.
Make of this what you will.
