Everyone knows, like Jakita, I am a Policy and Procedure Wonk. There are rules to be followed, or you face the consequences.
Realists will tell you flights of fancy, like Fairies in the Garden, have never been established or proven. Still, as Ruby the Incredibly Wide Eyed Monkey, sometimes I want to check behind the mirror to understand the image, scour the bushes to look for evidence, live on the edge, embrace fantasy…..
Tell me, I beg you…what is real… what you see and hear or what you feel for no reason…like a mighty hand that reaches into your chest to squeeze your heart and your eyes tear up or a dazzling sabre of white light zips up your spinal cord and zaps your brain, rendering you breathless. And that has happened to me, so I know, I know, I should have paid more attention in Science Class.
Oh, that’s right…no classes for me…I’m inanimate … still I listen, bring comfort, cuddle and console…. I serve a purpose, helping little Two & Four Footed attain skills to become successful adults, compassionate and sensitive, even if it is not proven, documented and credited.
Yes, I wonder about the Great Beyond because well, Momma makes me curious. You see she has a big photo of RIP Daddy in the bedroom. Often she comes in, sits cross-legged on the bed, and communes with him.
Usually it is a silent session where she gazes at him, he stares back, always the same half-smile on his face. I hear no words, can only guess that in some way, it brings Momma some measure of peace that no scientist would recognize or acknowledge.
At other times Momma comes in, and talks out loud to RIP Daddy as she cleans and polishes his picture although it seems she doesn’t always meet her time requirements as she gets wrapped up in the conversation. RIP Daddy is always silently supportive. He seems to be a much better listener and never shows attitude, now that he has winged his way to Paradise.
Momma also will sometimes light a candle in RIP Daddy’s Memory and talks to him. The flickering flame, steady, bright, casts rainbow light beams through his very soul, (which is still alive, albeit in an alternate universe). And it was that manifestation and so much more that gripped my monkey soul, making me believe…..there is a lot to be understood… a lot that can not be ruled out.
One day, cross my heart and hope to die, I saw, I kid you not, as Momma sat there communing, a grey shadow, in the form of a man, separate from the flame and plant itself on the white wall in front of her. In the centre of the chest was a deep pink throbbing heart, while a river of silver seemed to start in his toes, dart up his legs and back, culminating in a ball like brain. Always in touch and in tune to the Spirit moving around us, Momma looked up and gasped. That is when a mighty hand reached into my chest to squeeze my heart. My eyes teared up and a searing sabre of light zipped up my spinal cord and zapped my brain, rendering me breathless…but don’t tell the scientists….they’ll laugh at both Momma and me.
Now, if you have a theory, do tell … otherwise like a UFO … all we know is the truth is out there.
