An answer... of sorts

An online friend of mine took pity on me and gave me the name and number of another friend of hers who is a psychic. So I called the psychic and told her my woes about the double digits and the winged things and about the nasty replies I got when I posted my questions on the ghost list I joined.

Whew.

This is what she said.

I am NOT paranoid. I do NOT need to see a therapist. (at least for this stuff. She didn't say that, I did) There is no such thing as coincidences and what I'm seeing doesn't necessarily mean that someone, animal or not, is going to die. She did suggest that when these things happen to sit still for a moment and see what pops into my head. If nothing pops then make a note of what happened and see what comes after. The numbers and the winged things is the Cosmos , for lack of a better name, trying to give me a heads up and to pay attention. The Cosmos is just trying to tell me something. She also suggested a book called Animals Speak that would tell me what the sighting of different animals, insects and the like might mean.

Over the weekend 2:22 popped up twice, one day after the other. I did sit and think but I think I was thinking too hard because nothing came to me. After the first 2:22 I did have an opportunity to do a random act of kindness to someone but nothing revealed itself after the second 2:22. Of course I didn 't leave the house all weekend so who know what I may have missed.

This has really relieved my mind. I don't want to go through what I did earlier this year losing animals right and left. Even our ancient cat Frankie died in her sleep but we knew that was coming and I handled it well. Still al the deaths and the support I didn't get at home has broken me in ways I'm still discovering. Yes, I know I shouldn't get so attached to those who love me and who I love in return. Yes, I know they were just animals, I have been told that often enough but as bad as it was to lose them it was even worse to watch them decline and horrible to be the one to finally say it was time for the last trip to the vet or to watch Patty slowly die, on my own, all of her care left up to me. And I have been having my heart trampled upon by one son who can't even bring himself to say hello to me when we pass in the house. He answers if I say hello first but that's about it.

So.... you can see why I am relieved that my numbers etc are not necesarily bad news and I am curious as to what it is trying to tell me.

No more sightings of my apparition. I did tell him that if he wants to stay he's welcome but if he wants to go but is afraid that he is to go, it will all be well and he deserves his rest. As we all do. Happy Halloween

And so it continues

Yep... the double digit numbers again, 11:11, 3:33 and the like, not to mention winged things, why IS that bird perched on the window sill looking at me, not to mention the sparrow who sits in the hanging planter, by the kitchen door, at home and chirps at me. tapping the window doesn't make either fly off. It's like they want to tell me something. Only I don't speak bird.

Then to mess with my head a little bit more, there I was merrily driving to a thrift store singing aloud, no radio, and half way through Amazing grace I find myself at a stop light and who pulls up beside me but Amazing Grace Landscaping! I always sing Amazing grace in the car so it's not like I saw the truck earlier and it gave me an idea.

I know this must all mean something. I've whined about it before. I just don't understand what it means, or is it that I must DO something only I don't know what. I hate not knowing.

Maybe it means I should just take myself to bed before it's 11:11 or 3:33 am. Maybe it's the cosmos' way of telling me I need more sleep.

I'm just praying that it doesn't lead up to what the last sightings lead up to, me losing both of my dogs, nearly losing one puppy and losing a second. I would lose my mind, quite frankly.

I have also decided that when I die, I'm going to animal heaven over thatg rainbow bridge. I doubt that the animals would mine. I;ve always liked animals better than people and there's a certain someone I would like to avoid in people heaven. Seems the perfect solution.

Back to data entry. I swear doing it drops my iq by tens of points. Some days I think it's in the negative numbers.