Been meaning to post this before I came down with such a bad vaccine reaction.. so here goes.
My grief therapist told me that I needed to get back into reading books, taking workshops, studying mediumship etc. She said I was much happier when I was doing those things and I will admit I've been on a downward spiral starting with the isolation from CoVid, my broken hand, my sister's death, car troubles, house troubles, etc. it's been a lousy year or so and I have been so very lonely. Feeling like Bob is not as close in spirit as I used to feel. So I did, took an online workshop, went back to the spiritualist church and sent "up a voice-mail" as my mediumship teacher used to say asking for a sign from Bob.
So I did this. Asked for sign. Nothing particular just something I would understand that it was from him. The day afterward, I'm walking Kona and there is a rock shaped like a heart in my pathway. But it's not very big, hardly really noticeable, and you have to stretch your imagination at bit. I looked at it and said, "Come on, Bob, you can do better than that!"
The next day, walking the dog, there was this blue jay who I swear was following us. The same jay, hopping from tree to bush to lamppost --- was this a sign? Not quite sure on that one.
Third day, again walking the dog, six blue feathers lying in my pathway. A sign? Maybe. I did pick them up, then thought, oh. Hope a blue jay didn't get attacked here or worse... If that was a sign, well sort of gruesome, Bob. I did take the feathers home, put them on the shelf, and in the morning they were scattered all over the floor. A sign? Or just the cat messing around?
Fourth day or maybe fifth, Kona wanted to turn around during our walk. Unusual, but she was persistent, so I let her lead me the way home. And there it was. Lying in the alley right across from my driveway. If we hadn't gone Kona's way, I may have missed it completely.
I know this may seem an odd sign, but if you knew Bob when he was a cartoonist, he loved drawing aliens in his cartoons. He also, after his first stroke would draw and write on flat rocks as a form of occupational therapy.....
And there I found this stone with an alien painted on it right in the alley, across from my driveway..
I was going to write more but, whoa. My computer just started talking to me...!
I mean, I heard a voice. Tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. Turned off the radio. And listened to hear my computer playing a recording of a medium reading I once had and the medium was saying ... well let's just say messages from Bob and I don't know how it got turned on and don't know how to turn it off....
So spent the last hour just listening and now I am a bit more than shaken.
Definitely, another sign...
I will post more later... but publish this part now. Sorry for any typos, still dealing with this darn hand.
