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Contacts From His Afterlife
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Chris and Becca at Bryan Beach, Texas
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Some strange things have happened in the weeks since Chris departed this life, things that can only be messages of reassurance from him that he is in a better place and that things are okay.
The first of these was physical, and it occured while he was lying in his coffin. When I first viewed his body, I noticed that there was a mark on the side of his face, right next to his right eye, in the EXACT SAME PL:ACE where I have one. I thought to myself, this is ironic - Chris has the same mark I have. But when his brother came in later and looked at him, he became upset and said the mark wasn't there earlier in the day when he had first seen his body. He went and got one of the people from the funeral home and they looked at it and said they thought it was a birthmark or a bruise. Later that evening it came to me - the mark had appeared on Chris' face as a sign from him to let me know that he was okay and that he had the answers to some questions we had never been able to discuss in person.
The second occurence, also physical, was when we arrived back at our home in Texas a few days after the funeral. When my wife and I went onto our porch, I noticed a sweet fragrance that hadn't been there before we left. Upon investigation I discovered that a gardenia by the front porch was in full bloom, something that hadn't happened before. It turned out that all four of our gardenias were covered in blooms. The next morning I saw that a Mimosa tree we had planted in the fall had bloomed while we were gone. The gardenia was my grandmother's favorite flower - which is why I got them in the first place - and she had a Mimosa tree in her back yard, which is why I wanted one. I realized that their blooming was a message from her that Chris, who she had really heaped attention on as a little boy, was with her and that he was okay.
Let me let Rebecca give her experience in her own words -
Email from Becca, June 2, 2003
Hi diddlyho everyone!
For everyone who knows this is the message that we all agree Chris sent. For Those who don't know the story, I'll briefly recap. I had a dream that had my tarot deck in it. The last lines of Chris' will were:
Know that should God/ The Universe call me home I will be in a better place and will forever look down with love, devotion, and care on all my friends and family. I ask that these wishes be carried out and that we all remember Love, God, and that power of the spirit world.
Of course, when I saw the deck in my dreams, I knew I had to throw them. I hadn't in MONTHS, maybe a year. This deck was a gift from Jason and I have had them for 5 or so years, knew them like the back of my hand. I got rady and instead of candles or incense I laid all the pictures I had of him and all of us out. Michael, the roommate, came down and began heckling me.
"Rebecca," he said, "your cards are not magical. They are made by Rand-McNally!"
I told him to sit back and shut-up. He then asked what kind of deck I had. Rachel has the Witches' Tarot. (OOOH AAAAH) I told him mine were cheesey and had hearts and flowers. He asked to see one. With out looking at it, I held it up. That's not cheesey, he said. I flipped it over into my line of sight and saw a card I don't remember ever seeing. A Buddha. For those who don't know, Chris and I collected Buddhas. We thought it was the religion we could most agree with and agreed a good goal would be to become a living Buddha. Needless to say I was shocked but moved on and kept shuffling. After another minute he asked to see another. Again with out looking, I held up the deck. It was the Buddha again. This continued. I would shuffle, he would say "NOW!" and I'd show him the deck. We found the Buddha four times before he ran, a little scared. I had put a CD on and when a song came on tilted "This is me watching over you" I decided to throw out the cards. I do three cards. Past Present Future But I couldn't remember whether or not to deal from the top or bottom. I threw from the top. I got three cards I had had before. Routine. Then I decided to see what was on the bottom. I turned over the deck to see what I would have gotten and there was the Buddha.
he popped up two more time, always in front of others. At Mom's house, I had taken the cards over to her house to show her. I dropped them outside and just scooped them up. The Buddha was on top. Then at 2:00 am I realized I hadn't told Jason yet. I picked up the deck, which had been thoroughly shuffled by Rachel who had done her tarot with them, and went to reenact it. I picked it up and said, "I was holding the deck and six times I just pulled or flipped the deck and there was the Buddha card." I pulled the card off the top and held it up, for the seventh time that day, there was this card.
This is the reading from the book that accompanies my deck. I cried, I won't lie, I cried like a baby but it helped, this beautiful reading. I will be scanning and sending the picture soon also. I hope you can get a little peace from it, but like it/he said that's all we can expect. This will be hard, but we can get through together. I'm just happy to share it with all of you, his/my loved ones.
Four of Swords
Seclusion
The Dream
In a place of seclusion and stability, the Buddha sits in position of meditation. He has retreated from strife and is relieved of all anxiety. The pyramid shape around his body creates a healing space. Clouds representing the confusion and pressure of the everyday world are parting, and all that remains is the purity of the connection to the eternal earth and the infinite stars. This is a time of grounding and re-charging. After the sorrow of the Three of Swords, with the hurtful results of too much attachment and self-pity, the Four of swords shows a person withdrawn and protected from any difficult situation. By allowing the cosmic forces to flow through him, the Buddha had gained mystical insight. This period of quiet retreat to be alone with his thoughts has been needed.
The Awakening
You have met this Buddha on your journey and he will teach you to look inward now, to accept and understand. In doing so, you, too, will be healed and renewed. This is a time for strategic withdrawal. Take sanctuary where you may find it and retreat in the midst of life’s apparent chaos. Reflection, self-examination and meditation are called for. You will receive guidance from this Higher Mind after a much-needed period of repose.
The Enchantment
Do this for at least four minutes, one for each sword. Sit quietly in a relaxed manner; making sure that your spine is straight. Take several deep, long breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, relaxing more and more as you do so. Continue to sit, breathing in and out naturally, being aware only of your breath, without thoughts or desires. You will find yourself becoming very calm and focused. This is the only result you can expect from this exercise.
The fourth experience was mine again, and it is also nearly supernatural. Ronda and I went down to Bryan Beach, near Freeport, Texas on a Friday afternoon. This is a beach Chris and Rebecca and I had discovered when they were visiting me shortly after I first moved to the Houston area. As it turned out, we were pretty close to where the kids and I used to go. We brought a balloon with us to release in honor of Chris and Ronda's brother Roger, who passed away five years ago. We watched the balloon climb higher and higher as it passed out of sight to the northwest.
A little later I took some pictures of the empty beach. I was thinking of Chris and feeling melancholic. I took the lens off of my camera and was about to put the cover on the end of the lens to put it away when all of a sudden a breeze snatched it out of my hand. It landed on it side and started rolling. I decided to let it roll until it dropped. It started rolling down the beach. Several times it wobbled and was about to fall down, when all of a sudden something - or someone - caused it to straighten back up and continue rolling. After awhile I realized Chris was there. "Okay, Chris, I know you're here. You can let it drop anytime." I could hear him responding "But Dad, this is fun!" The lens cover finally fell over when it hit a piece of seaweed. It had rolled well over 200 feet!
This is from Chris' girlfriend, Krista -
Becca-
I was just sitting in this horribly big and lonely house thinking "I have to work tomorrow but Chris will be coming to see me this weekend." Bursting into tears I had to stop myself from dialing the phone to talk to him. Then I decided not to waste any of my "support phone calls" and log onto the computer where I found two emails with beautiful stories about Christopher popping up and saying "everything is fine here at my new address." That's really just like him though, worrying about everyone here when he could be strapping on his jetback and exploring the secrets of the universe, the depths of the ocean, and looking over his brother's shoulder to see how fast the submarines really can go. (Look at who has all of the classified information now!) The part when you talked about yous guys striving to be Buddah-like really made me think about his amazing capacity for forgiveness. Well, anywho here is my story, my sign that he's okay................ it happened the first night I got up to courage to leave my house and peruse the comfort of alcohol. A while back while driving him back to Fuquay I was telling Christopher about the signs my Dad sends me when I was missing him most. To this day Santana "Smooth" and "In the arms of an Angel" by Sarah Mcgloclin will play back to back on the radio just as if he was riding shot gun taking control of my C.D. player. I told Chris to pick a song now that he would play for me God forbid he should pass before I did. When he couldn't come up with anything I suggested "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd and he said "No, that it was too sad." Then we tried to pick out a Dave Matthew's song (we met at a Dave concert) and finally agreed on "Come Monday" by Jimmy Buffet (the last concert we saw together- I bought him the tickets for Christmas). Well, the very first night I went out the guitar player at the bar played "Wish you were here," "Margaritaville" and "Crash". All of the songs I had burned to a CD after he passed were soon coming out of the mouth of this guitar player. I sighed with relief and said "Thank God your okay."
Keep writing and share this story as you see fit.
Peace, Love and Soul Train
Krista
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