Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:08

Sunbeam Fingers and Sprinkles

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The man sat in his loft, meditating and praying.  He spoke to his son, telling him how much he missed him, how much he would like to see him, speak with him and asking for a sign.  He wasn’t there long, but he spoke earnestly before getting up to ready himself for the day.

The Arizona morning was pleasant, not quite cold, but certainly not warm yet; summer was still a couple of months away, maybe if they were lucky, longer than that.  As the man drove toward the freeway, the sun, already risen, was blocked by trees.  As the man approached the freeway the sun became visible but is was partially blocked by a cloud.  Turning to go east, the man took a closer look.

The sunbeams were pushing through the cloud and the man thought of a hand.  He reached up, placing his fingers into the sunbeam fingers and began to cry.  He drove like that for a minute, his fingers interwoven with his son’s, then lowered his hand, moving it to his heart in a silent prayer of gratitude for the sign.  And then, from nowhere, it began to sprinkle rain – in Phoenix, where rain had not fallen in months.

The man contemplated the sprinkles.  He wondered from where they fell for the cloud near the sun was too far to make sprinkles on him.  He looked up and around, but there were only wisps of clouds nearby.  Simultaneously while trying to make sense of it, he remembered a long-ago ceremony in his hometown, nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.  The ceremony was so commemorate a bench that the community had built to remember their son; a bench that his dear friends had insisted that he participate in building.  On the second year of this celebration of their son, concrete was poured in front of the bench.  Nearing the completion of the smoothing and finishing of the concrete, it had begun to sprinkle.  One of the neighbors looked skyward with a knowing expression on his face.  That neighbor was a native of Hawaii.  And then he explained, in his culture – when it sprinkles during ceremonies and sacred events like the one we were having, it means the spirits are near. 

The man, missing his son, had earnestly asked for a sign, some communication with his son on the other side and in response, got a double barreled blast.  The man recognized it for what it was and was filled with emotion; he was filled with love and appreciation for his son on the other side who had sent him yet again another sign.

And the lesson – don’t dismiss these signs.  There are no coincidences.  If it is weird, unusual, never happened before or odd – stop, sit a moment in silence and let it in.  These are the significant moments. Even in doubt, even if you might not believe, think about your loved one on the other side. Celebrate them.

Blessings! -Ernie and Kristine Jackson

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