According to the dictionary the meaning for ‘Subliminal’ is: existing or operating below the
threshold of consciousness; being or employing stimuli insufficiently intense
to produce a discrete sensation but, often being, or designed to be, intense
enough to influence the mental processes or the behaviour of the individual:
My question is ‘Can we communicate with someone despite not being together at the
time?’ And ‘Can the deceased send us messages?’
I ask these questions with a desire that, the
answer to my questions is ‘Yes!’ A couple of weeks ago I was sitting
pondering, remembering, and agonising that for some reason someone who is close
to my heart was dying. I was also
remembering another someone who had recently passed and what lovely men these two
had been. At that stage one still was.
I know that one of these guys was a brilliant pianist and I thought of
how he could play even close to the end, and still, the love of music was firmly
embedded in his fingers and heart.
Suddenly, while thinking, a few chords of a piano next door came across
my fence from a child that is learning to play.
I had not heard them play piano before. Then I drew myself out of my
chair and proceeded to go to my piano which I had not played in well over 2
years. This was as 7.20 in the
evening, and as I sat down and started to play
‘A Lighter Shade of Pale’ I realised the keys were dusty and got a cloth and wiped the
keys. I then continued to play 4 songs
and, as playing, my mind drifted to the man that had passed and my mind then
swiftly turned to the man that was dying.
At 7.35 my sister rings, I stop playing and think as I go to the phone
that this man has died. On taking the
phone call, my thoughts were affirmed that it was true. He passed away at 7.25pm. In my thoughts of him while I was playing, were that a new life for him would be wonderful. He needed to find a place of peace. He needed
to rekindle the spirit that he had taken from him over the past years.
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I spoke to a few about this feeling that had
washed over me. With my weird sense of humor, I laughed it off to friends and
family that maybe, my bad playing made him leave the building and seek some
refuge. However, all actually believed in
a spiritual communication of some kind and affirmed my original thoughts that
it was in fact me communicating to him that it was ok for him to pass over, his
farewells had been given in total.
Speaking to another friend, she had said that
when her husband had passed on, two of his closest friends had signs that had
happened at the very time her husband had passed over. She like me actually took solace in their thoughts.
In the final months of the latter mans life, he
had cried that he does not know what is happening to him. He asked questions but was stifled for the
answers. In the years prior to his
demise every time he had accepted a cup of tea (without fail) he would say, 'Don’t add sugar - I don’t like sugar.' 'She always puts
sugar and I don’t like it.' You would proceed to make his tea without
sugar, he would take the first sip and say - ‘Just the way I like it’
.
In at least the last six years of his life, I could not tell you how many times I heard his plea of no sugar. Slowly, but surely, this man was in decline of health whether he liked it or not he was slowly losing his power and health to make him become dependent on one. His networks of friends and relatives were in decline as was his health.
At the Christmas and New Year he traveled with
his (one). He returned home, and then
with rapid haste, the conditions he suffered became more intense. His networks were all but depleted. His future had become very dim indeed. His Last Will & Testament was renewed, his enduring power of
attorney was sured up to (one) his bank accounts had been lightened for faster
probate costs. His heart which had
always been strong ,became weakened and his mind had become more dependent on
(one). He still cried, 'Why is this
happening to me?' He still cried, 'How can
I fix this situation I have got myself into?'
But still he would cry, 'Yes, I would love a cup of tea but, don’t put sugar in like (one) does.' And when we questioned (one), she said 'I do add some Sustagen to help him along.' In his final month the (one) had cut ties
with his family and friends completely. The only ones left to stoke the (ones)
ego and behaviour were those that we laughingly call ‘the rent a crowd’ These people loved
her Oscar award performances. Had she
lived in Hollywood, I am sure Meryl Streep would not be the top of the academy
winners list. This (one) can move from
streaming tears, to angered hate, to gentle caring old lady all within minutes
and not have a tear nor red eye to be seen after the performance.
Having set the scenario, I still ponder if from
the grave can someone give a message?
Can they be telling us to check something out? Were our suspicions of his tea worthy of our
investigation? Remembering that the
(one) is such a good actress, that her acting can proffer forth belief in her
lies.
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On the day of his funeral those that were close
to him had never heard a song that he had supposedly sung morning and night to
the (one). However, this song was played
as they had all believed that this was his song to her.
I leave you with this thought, tell me, do
people talk from the grave? Do people give us this subliminal messages to
activate our thought processes? Now I
leave you to think for yourself, was this man who loathed sugar in his tea
trying to tell us something. The song I
leave you to ponder was played full length at his service.
Think it through “Just a spoonful of sugar”
Happy thinking
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