My brother had been deceased for 3 days, my time.
No one single hug except my former female British manager.
5 days off work.
Got up in the morning, my usual coffee, light breakfast, shower.
Tube station, my head in the cloud, maybe the mind pain, the heart pain.
One stop, got off at Clapham North, very few people walking, maybe 4 or 5
on the wide pavement.
Felt my legs heavy.
Getting closer to Clapham family medical centre.
I was stupefied, suddenly I heard my brother’s voice, clear in my ears.
So real, so clear: ‘’hey Sil it’s me, it’s your brother, I can fly, I can see you in
London!’’
I am flying over London, no stop, no rest.
The voice was clear in my ears, he continued: ‘’its me, your brother, I had been so narcotised,
I did not realize I had crossed the border’’!
Nearly arriving at the medical centre, I turned left, to see, no one, right, no one, backwards, no one,
yet my brother was there! I felt a hand lifting me up off the floor, I was frightened, pushing me,
gently pulling back my backpack. ‘’It is your brother, I am still among you watching you, on earth’’.
My brother was there, now on my side, I could feel it, but not see it.
‘’At the medical centre, they will not heal you’’ ! Just sleep.
I would dream my brother 2 years later saying:’’ I am with our mother, and another spiritual
being, planning my trip and knowledge, you will dream me another time, not so often, You will
not feel my presence anymore, not yet!
One afternoon while having a short afternoon nap, I had another job, I dreamed of a blond and tall
man in a white light, his features were quite clear. Damien, I thought.
He mentioned my name in the dream twice, read me on the internet.
He was in a very bright light, sitting on a desk, grey suit and tie.
‘’Why they talk about me? He said- I crossed the border abruptly’’
One morning I read his obituary published in France, with the list of family members, and
former co-workers.
I felt sorrow, but I had not been thinking about him for years, he had not been my
partner, just a flirt.
Not even a single time I had been thinking about him. I lit a candle on the website of the
passed away.
Supernatural? Stressed provoked? Or need of a story that was not real.
I ‘d rather believe energy communication.
2017-2019
- Author: Swarovski20 ( Offline)
- Published: October 16th, 2024 10:42
- Comment from author about the poem: A real event of energy communication on a different level.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
More common than most believe and without explanation
You are probably right!
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