Wally

I have to write this stuff down before I forget the sequence of events.  (I took the picture above at Devil’s Tower in Wyoming. Many believe that orbs are lens dust. Devil’s Tower is a very spiritual place and I have more pictures from different angles with different orbs in different places and this is the only place I have ever taken pictures in my whole life which have orbs in them.  Devil’s Tower was misnamed because of a moronic translation by a man who had no idea about Native American faith or language.  Believe me, it is a Holy place) I have faith that there is a life beyond this one, mainly because of evidence I have witnessed first hand and secondly by reading many books about people in hospice and near death experiences.

Wally, Doug’s deceased father, is here and present during this crisis beyond a doubt!

  1. The morning after Doug had been admitted to the hospital, I awoke to heat up my cup of coffee in the microwave.  We always have leftover coffee.  The microwave had been moved and, as soon as I pushed the start button, the timer light came on and then it just fried out, kaput, done.  Okay, it was very old but if you read anything about “ghosts” they do seem to like electrical objects.
  2. The Cardinal bird, which I almost never see, appeared in the bush outside.  If you had read previous posts you would know that both Doug and I see a male Cardinal bird as a sign of his Dad, Wally.
  3. That same morning, I put a load of laundry in the washer.  Knowing it would be done when I got home, I went down to put the clothes in the dryer.  Somehow before I got home, the washing machine had been turned off!  We have an old washing machine on which you have to pull out the giant button on the top right in to stop it.  It was still a third full of water and, when I pushed the button in, it came back on and finished the load of clothes.
  4. When I came up from the basement steps immediately after that incident, plain as day, I saw Doug walking through the kitchen in his maroon sweatpants and beige hoodie which has been his outfit of choice through this whole nightmare.  Looking back, I believe it was a spirit masquerading as Doug in order to comfort me.  Yes, you think I’m nuts! I know!
  5. That same morning, when I went to visit Doug at the hospital, my foot started itching so I took my shoe off to scratch it.  Something was inside my sock: a penny!  Now I can see a penny showing up in my shoe but this one was inside of my sock which I had just taken out of the drawer that morning.  It was a 1997 D penny for whatever that is worth.  I put it on Doug’s little shelf in the hospital as a “lucky” penny.
  6. That same day, I believe, Doug’s mother was visitin tig him in the hospital. She was desperately searching for a TV guide (so she could watch some kind of college sports)  and had a handful of brochures to page through…when…whe stumbled upon the one brochure which had on its cover page a picture of Wally, smiling glowingly at a nurse. “Options for Pain Control” was the title and Wally was the star.
  7. On the day Doug went into the hospital, his Uncle Ken called (Wally’s Brother), “out of the blue” to see how Doug was doing.  Now, I believe he knew that Doug had cancer, but he had no clue he was in the hospital.  I know Wally put a bug in his ear to call Doug’s mom, he then called Doug in the hospital “out of the blue”.
  8. Last night  I called Doug’s mom, extremely frustrated about what I had seen going on in the hospital during that day.  I was in tears, terrified, “Mr. Doom and Gloom” and all that—then, as I sobbed on the phone, the lights in the house went dim as if someone had turned a dimmer switch 40 percent to the dark setting, in an instant!His mom asked me, “Well, how many lights do you have on?”.  “Two.”, I said.  They stayed that way until I went to bed.

There was no logical reason to have a brownout.

So far, today, nothing unusual has happened electrically or otherwise but my faith is strengthened when I have seen, at my lowest point, my nadir, someone is working to send me signs through the only medium they have available, that they are here and sending energy to make all things right, or more tolerable.  I guess I must say, put that in your pipe and smoke it.  “Mr. Doom and Gloom”, believes in the afterlife!

 

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