After my favorite aunt died in July 2001, my cousins and I had several experiences that led us to believe that she was okay. She was a woman who had very strong “knowings” about the survival of the soul after physical death, and it seemed natural and even “appropriate” that she might try to find a way to make contact.
While we all felt that she was busy in her new “home”–doing whatever her soul’s work was to do in the afterlife–her apparent communications (through dreams or other means) were welcomed and appreciated by those of us who were left behind.
She grew up in central Virginia in a house that was full of furniture that had been passed down through the generations. One of her favorite items in the homeplace was an antique hall tree–a combination chair, mirror, and coatrack. When the house was sold out of the family in 1991, my aunt acquired the hall tree and moved it to her home in Indiana.
After my aunt’s death, my cousins had to figure out which one of them would become the new owner of the hall tree. They held a lottery, of sorts, and when the “winner” was determined, she took a picture of it, as it still sat in her mother’s house. At the time, she didn’t notice anything unusual, but when the roll of film was developed, my cousin realized that there was something a little odd on the mirror:
Look towards the top of the mirror, and also notice how Maggie, the cat, seemed to be looking at something.
Do you see something that sort of looks like the letter “A”?
Perhaps this was just a “coincidence,” but we like to think that was a reminder from my aunt Alma that life goes on and on….
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Interestingly, I also had an “A” experience shortly after seeing this picture:
A bag full of soda cans bound for recycling fell off a shelf in the basement, and the cans spilled out onto the floor, forming the letter “A.” I wondered if it was my aunt’s doings, and I’m sorry that I didn’t take a picture to document it!
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