We will never walk alone.

We sold my parents house this weekend. The house wasn’t even on the market one day. Providing all goes well with the close, we are pretty much through the liquidating of their estate. It’s strange to think someone else may be breathing new life into that house soon. My parents were the only owners and they lived there 30 years.

I have this set of wind chimes outside my back door. You can’t always see the breeze that rings them and indeed sometimes you can be standing there and not feel a thing and the chimes will suddenly spring to life. One day I was standing out there speaking to my parents on the other side and the chimes started ringing like a storm was approaching. It seemed to have otherworldly elements to it, but I brushed it aside, until it happened again, and again, and again.

So I asked out loud, ‘If this is you ringing the chimes acknowledging me, I need to have some other kind of verification to know it’s true’.

The verification came when I visited my sister (who is clairaudient) a couple of days later. She had a story for me.

I used my chimes to record the closing track, Sidhe, on my latest release. My sister had been listening to the CD one morning and when it got to the end where only the chimes are ringing, she distinctly heard my dad’s voice saying ‘I like the sound of the bells’. When she told me, at first I didn’t make a connection – then as I was driving home it hit me, there’s the sign I asked for. I told my sister my story and we agreed there was more to it than just imagination.

I’ve always believed our loved ones stay near us. I’ve had visits from my departed sister but other than the chimes there hasn’t been anything from my folks. I actually won a fee psychic reading from a reputable medium a couple of weeks back, but I don’t feel ready for that. Maybe now that the house has sold and the spring weather is arriving I’ll be able to go there. My only worry for either of them really was that they crossed well. I know my Mom was ready, but my Dad went with fists clenched firm, holding on for dear life. I feared he may still be unsettled in spirit, but I feel better about that now that he’s at least enjoying some creativity in his new role.

We walk forward in life, like a big chain of people just trying to do our best. Sometimes people drop off from the chain and the group is smaller in the physical realm but growing forever stronger in spirit. I feel the strength of loved ones past and I feel the wisdom they left behind, whether through sharing or just through living in our midst. I feel compelled to represent them well and to leave the world a better place.

When we choose a place to camp for a while, we should always leave the space a little nicer, a little more welcoming for the next person. We should do it for ourselves, as an extension of our graciousness, but we should also do it for our loved ones past, because we don’t only carry our own burdens, reputations and legacies, we carry those of our loved ones just as our loved ones now will carry them for us. With that, we have an inspired purpose to be here. With that, we will never walk alone.

 

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  • dankitti

    dankitti

    I listened to Sidhe. My kitty Easter was on my bed and I turned it up so she could hear it in the bedroom. I think she had some idea that I wanted to hear the piece. During most of the time, my kitty was looking at me, and then she kind of looked over to the side like someone else came into the room. And then, my kitty went to sleep.

    I listened to Sidhe. My kitty Easter was on my bed and I turned it up so she could hear it in the bedroom. I think she had some idea that I wanted to hear the piece. During most of the time, my kitty was looking at me, and then she kind of looked over to the side like someone else came into the room. And then, my kitty went to sleep.

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