Gifts from beyond. That’s what they call all those found coins laying where you never put them. Or outside your car door every time you open it in a strange parking lot. Mr. FixIt and I found coins all over the place when we were driving home. I found pennies. He found dimes. Over and over again. The feathers are a little different. Mr. Virgo started sending me all manner of birds as soon as he died…especially bluebirds. I always find a feather or two when I’m mowing. I always stop the mower, get off to pick up the feather, and tuck it in the hair above my right ear. Then when I go inside, I empty my newfound plumage on the cabinet in the family room. It was crazy how many feathers I found yesterday. Little bitty ones to the biggest one I’ve found yet here at Marshmallow Ranch. Messages from beyond? Or molting season and holes in pockets. Who knows?
I like to think it’s our guardian angels watching out for us and leaving little signs that they’re nearby.
I very firmly believe in guardian angels. When we were in Denver, someone was telling me a story of being a young teen, driving a roadster down the back country roads. There were sunflowers along the roadside n the opposite side of the road and he was happily letting them run through his fingers as he drove along…not a care in the world. Then, out of nowhere, a stern voice called him by name and said, “Get over in your lane…NOW!” He did, and just then, a big poultry truck came roaring up over the hill right in front of him.
When I was a young girl, I was trapped in a garage by a neighborhood teenager and was sexually assaulted. For all my life, I wondered where God was and why didn’t he protect me. After Mr. Virgo died, I had several EMDR sessions to ease my PTSD. When I was stabilized, I asked my therapist if EMDR would work on past trauma and she said it certainly would. I scheduled another session to work on the events of that scary summer day when I was seven years old. My therapist guided me to focus on her finger moving back and forth creating a rapid side to side eye movement that helps your brain process trauma and store it normally with all your other memories.
We were on the last pass when I gasped and threw eyes open wide. She stopped and asked me what I saw. At first I wasn’t sure how to describe the vision I had. I could see myself in my little white dress, barefooted in the dim garage with a sunbeam catching the swirling dust motes. I was standing stock still…listening as a voice from far away called me to draw my attention.
“Here! Over here! I’m with you…you’re ok. When I tell you, grab Karen and run.”
The boy was doing things I knew were bad, but I was afraid if I moved, he’d hurt Karen. So I stood very still and listened. Suddenly the voice said, “Run!” So I grabbed Karen’s hand and ran as fast as I could out of there.
In the last sweep of the EMDR session…I saw her. My Guardian Angel. She was mighty and stern…one hand pointing in the direction I was to run…the other holding a strong sword out toward the bad boy.
So, yeah…I believe.
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“Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings”
Psalms 17:8 NIV