I have been tagged for a game of “Ghost It Forward” by Victoria at Teachings of the Horse, that is appearing on my blog usually when I need spiritual uplifting..
Here are the rules of this fun new blog-tivity:
1) Have a Ghostly Image to pass along.
2) Tag three people on your blog, with links to their blogs. Tell about what great folks they are, or offer to send them a Ghostly Treat.
3) Include a link to Ghosting It Forward in your blog.
This is a true story and happened to me many years ago...
My father had been passed away for about a year...
and I always had a very strong regret, that I have not been close enough to him before he died...
and I missed him a lot...
One day I decided to write a letter to him - just to get things out of my thoughts, have a closer look at it and either throw it away or cherish it deep in
my heart.
My days were busy, I was working full time and was a single mom.
My son was 7 years old, so I didn't have much time for myself until he went to bed.
That day he fell asleep before 10 p.m. It was dark outside. I felt like that was the day to do something about it.
I took my notebook, sat at the table, turned off everything....
I started to think... how my dad was in his best days... how he died... and what I would like to tell him... but I couldn't manage to do so when he was among
us...
I took a pen and started to write all. Without following any path or planning the sentences. Whithout thinking whether it is right or wrong... whether I make
any mistakes... it was flowing straight from my heart and spirit to that blank piece of paper in front of me.
It was dark outside and silent in the house...
... then suddendly the CD player got turned on by itself and started to play my favourite album. It was from Seal. The CD was in the player before, because I
listened to it in the weekend.
You have to believe me, CD player got turned on by itself.
For some reasons I was not surprised. While writing, I must have been put myself into such an intense mood that I wasn't scared. Even if the event was so
unexpected.
I looked at what I wrote, I listened to the music and shortly after went to bed. I knew I was not done with writing, but it was already late. I decided to
continue the next evening.
Next day, after my son fell asleep, I took the notebook again, sat at the same table and started to concentrate...... after some time I started to write...
... and again...
CD player got turned on by itself. The same album of Seal started to play...
This time I got scared. I turned it off and went to bed, covering myself fully, including my head...
and I always had a very strong regret, that I have not been close enough to him before he died...
and I missed him a lot...
One day I decided to write a letter to him - just to get things out of my thoughts, have a closer look at it and either throw it away or cherish it deep in
my heart.
My days were busy, I was working full time and was a single mom.
My son was 7 years old, so I didn't have much time for myself until he went to bed.
That day he fell asleep before 10 p.m. It was dark outside. I felt like that was the day to do something about it.
I took my notebook, sat at the table, turned off everything....
I started to think... how my dad was in his best days... how he died... and what I would like to tell him... but I couldn't manage to do so when he was among
us...
I took a pen and started to write all. Without following any path or planning the sentences. Whithout thinking whether it is right or wrong... whether I make
any mistakes... it was flowing straight from my heart and spirit to that blank piece of paper in front of me.
It was dark outside and silent in the house...
... then suddendly the CD player got turned on by itself and started to play my favourite album. It was from Seal. The CD was in the player before, because I
listened to it in the weekend.
You have to believe me, CD player got turned on by itself.
For some reasons I was not surprised. While writing, I must have been put myself into such an intense mood that I wasn't scared. Even if the event was so
unexpected.
I looked at what I wrote, I listened to the music and shortly after went to bed. I knew I was not done with writing, but it was already late. I decided to
continue the next evening.
Next day, after my son fell asleep, I took the notebook again, sat at the same table and started to concentrate...... after some time I started to write...
... and again...
CD player got turned on by itself. The same album of Seal started to play...
This time I got scared. I turned it off and went to bed, covering myself fully, including my head...
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ufff... that felt good to write it! I had goose bumps for some time...
OK... so, I pass this Ghostly meme to Viooltje at Lady Greenthumb's Garden - with her talent to tell stories I am sure we have a nice piece to read , Cielo at House in the Roses - whos spirit is in constant dance and Barbara at Abenteuer Garden - that for some reasons made me believe many times before, that her garden has special inhabitants.
5 comments:
I got goosebumps! I do believe that they hear us when they're gone. Sometimes, I feel like my father is standing next to me with his arm around my shoulders. One way or the other, it was good that you wrote down what you felt to clear the air in this world. Thanks for playing along!
Hi Ewa, this is a very interesting post, but at the same time it touches such a delicate matter. Indeed, I have a fruitful imagination, and as you know, I love using it and can come up with something... In fact, I was preparing a funny witchie post I think I can use for this. However, I feel I need to explain that as a Christian I don't believe in ghosts, except for the third being in the trinity the "Holly Ghost" or “Holly Spirit… Unlike many Christian religions I do not believe that the soul upon death immediately goes to heaven, or hell, and I can point out at least 29 places in the Bible where dead is written as being unconsciousness or sleep, that the dead "know nothing" and cannot be contacted or held accountable…
The doctrine of the natural immortality of the soul comes from the pagan world and not from God. Most Christians think, that the spirit of man is some sort of ghost-like entity that at one's death continues to live on, but listen to what the Bible have to say about this: "For the living know that they shall die; but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love and their hatred and their envy is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun" (Eccl.9:5-6). "The dead praise not the Lord, neither any that go down into silence" Ps.115:17.
I like to have fun creating my posts, and you might see a fairy or even a witch in there, but my heart is always and only connected to my wonderful Father of Light.... See you soon.
Hugs
cielo
a nice.. and funny... despite the goosebumps...halloween story
Ooops Ewa! We do have sometimes special guests in our garden, you're right, but ghosts? No, I do not believe in ghosts ;-)!! Well, I'll think it over and will let you know when something extraordinary and suitable (not too private, I mean!) happens to me. Ok? So as if to say "everything can happen"...
What a lovely post Ewa and thanks for ghosting me along the way. I do believe that there is more to this world than what we can see ourselves, definitely believe in such stories, as they have happened to me many times. I have paid my dues now and pinned up my own ghostly image.
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