In the summer of 2011 I went on a day trip to Niagara Falls with my mom and some colleagues from work. It was a very hot summer day and the place was packed. We were just riding the Ferris wheels, eating ice cream, etc., when we saw a sign for a fortune teller / psychic. One of my friends and I were having such a fun time that we decided to go in for a few laughs. (My mom and the other colleagues went for lunch and didn't join us). The woman told my friend's fortune first, by reading her palm. She was told the usual stuff which was pretty ambiguous as to its truth. While she was reading my friend's hand she kept looking up at me and kind of wrinkling her eyebrows as if she was thinking about or looking at me, more than my friend. I felt really self-conscious and wasn't sure why she was staring at me instead of my friend.
When my turn came, the psychic said that she didn't have to look at my hand. She said that she could feel a presence about me that allowed her to read my fortune as a clairvoyant. She admitted that she had felt the presence all through my friend's reading and that it almost distracted her from reading my friend's palm. In my "reading" (clairvoyant -- no crystal ball, no palm, no tarot), the psychic told me my life story almost verbatim, referred to health ailments I had, and health concerns that I had been worried about even though they had not been diagnosed or discussed with a doctor. She was very accurate about all of my interests, talents, experiences and sad memories.
She said that my father was with me in the room, and she could see his aura around me as a blue light. (This was funny because blue was his favorite color and he drank the beer "Blue Light"). She could also hear his voice. I thought this was intriguing but possibly a bit "hoakey" (picture Whoopie Goldberg in the movie, "Ghost"). She said that the message from my father was very hopeful, that my life would turn out fine and I shouldn't worry so much (all general stuff that any psychic likely says).
Then she got more specific and said that my father was telling her I would be living near a small lake out in the country in my future, and not to be afraid of the water snake because it wouldn't hurt me and there would only be one. She said it would take a while to get the house by a lake, but that it was coming so don't despair about life in the city. She said I would also be surprised by something I would find left in the garage of the new house, after buying it.
She said that my father communicates with me every day, and that it was often by "sound" in addition to sight. She said that my dad felt i was not recognizing the "sounds" as much as I should, that I was only "looking" for signs from him with my eyes and not my ears. Her example was that I wouldn't always "see" him like a ghost, but I would hear songs or words or even his voice, when I needed direction.
I was very intrigued but felt like it was still, potentially, just a fantastic story. I said a little prayer to my father and asked, "If you can allow me to hear messages from you via music, etc., like she said, please do something soon so I know this is true". As we walked out of the booth we went about one block through a very noisy Niagara Falls carnival area with blasting rock music, car radios and people talking / laughing between the noise of the rides. We got cotton candy.
We were walking into a sunglasses store and I thought I heard the faint sound of "Harvest Moon" by Neil Young, which was my dad's favorite song and the song they played at his funeral. It didn't fit in with the carnival / Beach Boys type music that was being blasted around the amusement park so I thought I was losing my mind. I hesitated going into the sunglasses store and I walked a few steps down the sidewalk straining my ears for the song. As I neared a small alley beside the store there was a man who appeared to be homeless playing an acoustic guitar and collecting coins. He was playing Harvest Moon (!!) and singing with a small microphone clipped on his shirt. I stood with my mouth open, not believing the coincidence of that melancholy country song being heard / played among all the noise of a hot Niagara Falls rock and roll type of day. The singer winked at me and finished the song by saying "That was for you". I called my friend, feeling almost hysterical. When she came out the guy was already packing up and walking away with his guitar. Unbelievable.
The lyrics of Harvest Moon include "Come a little bit closer, Hear what I have to say" which is uncanny considering the psychic said my dad wants me to HEAR him.
Approximately one year after I saw this psychic, my fiancÚ bought a beautiful home on a small lake in the country... just like the psychic said. I had never told my fiancÚ about the psychic's prediction, because I didn't want him to feel any financial pressure to make this wish come true for us. I was actually out of town in February 2012 when he saw the listing for this beautiful home. We hadn't even been looking, but the place was incredible and he fell in love with it. One selling feature was a giant four-car garage which could hold his Jeep, his car, my car and our boat. It was perfect. He had to act quickly to avoid a bidding war so he decided to buy it as a surprise "cottage" for us. He purchased the house which is on its own lake, and I nearly keeled over when I saw it. It is so beautiful and just like I pictured with the psychic.
On my first tour of the house he opened the giant four car garage for the first time (when he bought it, the garage keys hadn't been available). Three of the four garage bays were empty as one would expect. The fourth room in the garage has a separate inside door so we went through from inside. We walked through and turned on a light switch. There was a desk identical to my father's desk from when I was a little girl. It is the desk I took to university, which I have in my house in the city with his picture on top. It was hand built and an antique, with a roll-down section for holding a typewriter. This was virtually the exact same desk as my dad's desk. It even had the same chips in the wood and the same creaky / stiff top drawer. I know it isn't the actual same desk, because my dad's desk is now at my home in the city ... but this desk is VIRTUALLY identical even though dad's desk was hand-made and I've never seen anything remotely like it. The desk was just sitting there even though it could have easily gone with the previous owners in a moving van. The second amazing thing in the garage was that there was a barometer on the wall, right above the desk with a picture of a red cardinal (bird) on it. Cardinals represent my father as you will read below on my previous post, which I copied here (Incident 2134).
The cardinal barometer was working perfectly. Again, why didn't the owners take it?
During our first summer there in 2012 I was helping to launch the boat off the edge of our lawn, into the lake. A really big watersnake passed by in the water. I freaked out because I don't like snakes. Then I remembered that the psychic said I will never see another one. I honestly have NEVER seen another one, and I am there all the time at the lake and we spend virtually all summer there on the lake. The neighbours have never seen one, either.
Today I was feeling very stressed about an upcoming family court matter in the city. My ex-husband owes me thousands of dollars and is costing me thousands more in court fees to collect them. I needed to write my response to the paperwork. I decided to get dressed and take my dog for a walk before doing the necessary and dreaded paperwork for my meeting. There was a song that I don't like on the radio so I shut the radio off, and thought to myself "I wish they'd play something inspirational instead". When I was leaving with the dog I put the radio back on for a second to check the weather. The new song playing was "Sugar Mountain" (also Neil Young -- who sings Harvest Moon -- and also a favourite of my dad's). It was right at the part where it says:
It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad.
I just about keeled over because this verse spoke about my day at Niagara Falls in 2011 (being at a noisy fair, eating candy floss with friends, and confirming that my mother and MY DAD were there). Talk about inspiration. This confirmed dad was with me right then as I was going on my dog walk, and it confirmed he had been there for Niagara Falls two years earlier! I have always interpreted the song Sugar Mountain as being a metaphor for heaven, so the song stopped me in my tracks. Then I realized this was meant as my encouragement that I had hoped to hear. Also, the psychic told me that I would HEAR messages from my dad through music and to keep listening when I need him.
On the walk with my dog I was still feeling a bit nervous about court. My dog walks with a tennis ball in his mouth. At one point I looked down and the tennis ball was gone. We wandered around the block for a bit trying to find where he had dropped it. Finally I noticed it by the side of a house that is right next to the park. I went up to the edge of the property to get the ball from under a bush. When I reached in the bush, a cardinal flew out of the bush and circled over us. Then it landed on the floor of the people's front porch. It just sat there on the ground, on what appeared to be a few pieces of junk mail or advertising that had been dropped by the mail man near their door. The cardinal kept chirping and looking right at me. This is weird because usually a bird would have landed on the porch railing or something higher than ground level. No one was home and the street was quiet deserted being a weekday, so I got the nerve to tiptoe up their driveway and try to take a photo of the cardinal with my IPhone. Even though I had a dog on a leash jumping around and pulling my arm, the cardinal didn't fly away. I got close enough to take a photo of the bird. When I got home and zoomed in the picture, the cardinal was sitting on a piece of "junk mail" that appeared to be inspirational in nature. I could see the word "Hope" in big letters like a title. I went to check my own junk mail because we don't live far from that house. I would assume we get the same advertisements. I received nothing like it. The odds of my dog just happening to drop his tennis ball under the bush with the cardinal in it, and the cardinal flying over my head, landing on the word "Hope" and allowing me to approach it with a dog? Astronomical.
Below is a copy of what I wrote in Incident 2134 regarding my dad's connection to cardinals:
Incident 2134: (Abridged and reprinted for you)
After a long illness, my dad lay dying in the hospital on Christmas Eve 2005. I hadn't purchased any form of Christmas gift for him, because he had been in palliative care for a month and we hadn't expected him to live until the holidays. The night of Christmas Eve I realized he might live until Christmas and I desperately wanted to get him one last gift. The hospital gift shop was closed and there were no shopping malls open nearby because it was Christmas Eve at 8 pm. I drove around in vain until and gave up. I decided to get groceries so I found a grocery store and went inside to get milk, etc. for my kids which was needed at home. In the grocery store there was an aisle of Christmas merchandise so I looked through it to find anything that I could "give" to my father since the proper gift stores were all closed. Nothing seemed appropriate, as he was barely alive and this was grocery store Christmas merchandise (tacky!!!) The giving of a physical gift seemed almost silly but I wanted to find something.
I finally saw a small 3D red cardinal (bird) which was meant to be a Christmas tree ornament. Somehow when I saw it I almost burst into tears and I knew he would appreciate it (if he were able to wake up), but I had no idea why. I had to have it for my father although I wasn't sure why it was causing me to get so emotional. I took it to him and told him how much I loved him. Then I made it "walk" up his arm and I said "Here's a little cardinal for you daddy. It's my last Christmas gift to you. Fly away home..."
My father's breathing slowed and he passed away about three hours later. I still have the cardinal.
Since that time I have always loved cardinals. They obviously remind me of him and I hold them in the highest regard whether in art work, sculpture, or as live birds. I found it ironic that there was a cardinal wind chime on the tree across from his grave, marking someone else's resting place. I started to notice cardinals everywhere (pictures, etc), but kept this as my little secret. I never told anyone because it was so painful to recall that parting scene between me and my father.
I kept this all a secret from my mom because I'm very shy about expressing emotions with her. It wasn't until 7 years after my dad died that I said, "I really love cardinals" to my mom but, I didn't tell her why.
My mom immediately said
"Really?! You like cardinals, too? Your father LOVED cardinals! I remember
years and years ago, when we were first dating, I told him that if I died I
wanted to come back as a butterfly. He told me that he wanted to come back as a
cardinal.... He said it again to me about a year before he died... He really
loved them and said that when he dies, he will become a cardinal".
Was the experience difficult to express in words? No
Did you hear the deceased or hear something associated with the deceased? Yes
Describe what you heard, how clearly you heard it and what was communicated: The songs Harvest Moon and Sugar Mountain, which my dad used to sing at our cottage.
Did the voice or
sound seem to originate externally or outside of you, inside you, or did you not
hear a voice or sound, but had a sense of knowing what was communicated?
It wasn't my dad's
voice directly, it was just the songs
If you heard a voice or sound, was it similar or dissimilar from the voice or sound the deceased made when they were alive? NA
Is there any possibility what you heard was from any other source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience? NA
Was there any possible impairment to your hearing at the time of the experience? NO
Did you feel a touch or experience any physical contact from the deceased? No