TheBanyanTree: Valentine

Jena Norton eudora45 at sbcglobal.net
Tue Feb 14 06:17:15 PST 2017


I think I've asked only one lover to let me know what's next, but I haven't had any contact for eons, so I don't know if there was a message and I missed it. However, a couple of months ago, I had a dream about a lover that I had an off-and-on relationship with for years. One night I had a dream about him. It was a weird dream and full of contradictions. I felt this was strange, since I don't think I'd dreamed about him before.
The next evening I got a phone call from his current wife, telling me he had died the day before. She said she knew we had been "close," and that I would want to know. Strange thing is, she called my cell phone, which means he still had it on his phone, or else had told her before he died to call me.
Yes, I think they let us know if they care about us. Jena Norton

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I had to go to Canberra today. I had both my car and my eyes booked in for
a service with the mechanic and optometrist respectively. The mechanic
could do the car without me but I had to go with my eyes to the
optometrist, which is in the Canberra CBD.



Dropped the car in Mitchell with Fernando, the Italian car specialist, and
took his eccentric 1980 Alfetta into the city. All Alfa Romeos are
eccentric. I’m on my second. It's not quite as eccentric as the first,
which had an air-conditioner that used to set fire to things, but it has
great potential for further eccentricity.



The city was awash with flowers and red hearts. Valentine’s Day. Roger and
I never ‘did’ Valentine’s Day. It was commercial and unnecessary and we
didn’t need any excuse to express our love. Valentine’s Day is a bit more
poignant for me these days, because it was on February 15 two years ago
that Roger departed this world for the next.



“Hey,” I said to him this morning, addressing the air. “Hey, Roger. You
around? Happy Valentine’s Day!”



Two days before he died I asked him to send me a message when he got to
where he was going. He promised he would. About a week, maybe two, later, a
friend of his from Canberra, a spiritual healer of Native American descent
with some very powerful magic and energy, phoned me to say she’d received a
curious vision and I might think she was nuts, but she had to tell me
anyway. She said she’d been in the middle of a healing session with a
client and in walked Roger. “Beaming and looking great,” she said. He asked
her if she would give me a message as he was having trouble getting through
to me. “Tell Robin I’m OK,” he’d said. So she did. I told her about my
request for a message and that no, I didn’t think she was nuts at all.



After that message, most times when I speak to him, I see a rainbow. Most
times. Sometimes I feel his energy around quite powerfully.



Driving into Canberra this morning I crested a hill about half an hour from
home and there was a rainbow stretching from the middle of a paddock off to
my left, despite there being no rain anywhere in the vicinity.



You can make of that what you wish. I know what I think.

   


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