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This is a part 2 of the poem "Present' that was inspired from a visit to the cemetery. I was actually 'drawn' to this part of the cemetery (Islamic Gardens) and I took some photos and captured many images. The image that is so pronounced to me is the face of a lady. I feel that it was she that drew me in the first place. A few days later, I went back to this portion of the cemetery and a man told me to stay out of the Gardens. He also said that I should check with the Mosque, I did and they had no problems at all with my being there and taking photos. I am always very respectful and there were no signs noted anywhere saying that photographs were not allowed. The man just stood at the edge of the road as if guarding the Gardens.

I returned to my car. While getting in I noticed that he was still looking at me. Once in my car, I looked into my rear view mirror and he was gone. Was he even human? I wondered. Feeling a bit strange but not afraid, I returned the next day. There was a family there and I was a bit hesitant to enter. I did though and I walked right up to a lady and told her that I meant no disrespect, I explained about the man and she said 'Please feel free' so I did. I took more photos and then she called to me. She was at the grave of her best friend who had died of cancer. A feeling of 'knowing' came over me as I looked at her friends grave. It was the marker that I had photographed days before. The beautiful writing on the marker intrigued me, though I didn't know what it said. She explained to me that it was a poem and translated for me.

We spoke further and I explained about the photos that I had taken of her friends grave and the trees just in the back portion of the cemetery. I told her how I was so drawn and I also told her (I knew this) that her friend was sending a message to her. She cried and told me that in fact she 'shouldn't be here at all' that she had a scheduled trip to go out of the country and cancelled because for the last two nights she had dreams of her friend and in the dream the one that crossed over was asking this lady 'Why don't you ever visit me?' So this is how she ended up on this particular day at her friends grave when she should in fact be halfway around the world.

I passed the message and I also emailed the photo to her. It does have her friends face in it. I believe fully that the lady that crossed over arranged this meeting, through dreams and through a sense of 'drawing' me in so that we would meet and her message would indeed be received. I am becoming more and more aware of my Gift and duty as a messenger and it has been rewarding and wonderful, so far ;) I hope that I never have to pass an awful message. There is an enormous responsibility in all of this and I do not take it lightly.

Blessings to all, Janet Caldwell

Photograph taken by, Janet Caldwell..

 

 

By,Dallas Hodder Franklin

Smell that Smell"

Most of us have had some kind of paranormal experience whether we have justified it logically or not. Even then we can feel doubt and question the logic we've meticulously compounded. This is how Spirit works. It forces you to think about events and often we will recall them and wonder if it really happened as we remember it. Personally, I have so many paranormal experiences that I dont even question it anymore. I just consider what message Spirit is trying to communicate to me. Its allowed me to open myself to such messages and in letting go of the fears, my experiences flourish constantly. It used to be that I'd be afraid of what others would think of me if I relayed some of the strange happenings Ive been exposed to. Would they think Im losing my marbles? Where on earth did that phrase originate? Whats marbles got to do with ones mind? Okay, I'm getting off track here. Oh, another saying...ummm?

A couple of weeks ago I had another paranormal event occur. Actually it happened various times. It has to do with smells. Many times I've had certain smells come into my presence which has caught my attention. Probably because I don't have an acute nose for smell to begin with so it usually startles me. For about a week I was getting the scent of Old Spice. I would be watching television, or sitting at the computer, or reading, or doing housework and suddenly I'd get a great big old whiff of men's Old Spice cologne. My husband doesnt wear it and theres not a bottle of it in our home so immediately I felt this was a Spirit trying to communicate with me. I wondered whom this could be as my mind raced through people in my memory bank trying to figure out who was around me. I didn't count how often I smelled Old Spice but I'd estimate at least five times in the week. But I had faith that eventually this Spirit would become known to me.

Now let me bring you to the following week. I have a writer friend online and we've become good friends over the past months. She's phoned me a few times but each time she got a busy signal and had to leave a message. This isn't unusual as we only have one phone line and are usually online 95% of the time, even when we're not here. It's just a habit my husband and I've gotten into as we are tired of wrong numbers and telemarketing phone calls so this enables us to screen our calls. I'd called her a couple of times too, but like me, I couldnt get through to her. On this night my friend had sent an email to a list we both belong to and was very distressed over some personal matters. In the email she said she wouldnt be corresponding for awhile but for us to know she was fine and just needed time to digest all that was happening in her life. As soon as I read her email I went offline and phoned her immediately.

It was late at night so I chose her cell phone number. The telephone rang and rang and finally I got her answering machine. I left a message telling her I'd like to talk with her and that I'd stay offline for fifteen minutes if she wished to talk. I thought she might be ignoring the phone as well and understood if she needed her space. I played some card games and patiently waited while watching the clock. Ten minutes went by and I decided she probably was sleeping or didn't want to talk so went back online. About twenty minutes later she sent me an email and told me she'd like to phone me and talk. I wrote her back and said I'd go offline right away. She phoned within a couple of minutes and we finally connected by telephone.At first we talked about her situation but it became a small part of the conversation. Shes also interested and intrigued by paranormal activity too, so we shared some of our personal experiences. We talked about out of body experiences for a bit as both of us had a story to relate. She told me about when one of her brothers had died, and she was having a nap with a niece. She remembered floating out of her body and looking down upon herself and her niece on the bed and wondering what was happening. A voice gave her the answer. It was her brother. She will never forget what he said to her.  beautiful here and I cant describe the love I feel right now. I want you to know I'm very happy and Ill be here to greet you when its your turn.Then she woke up but said it was so real that she just knew she had a visit from her brother. Ive always been fascinated by such experiences.

We chatted on and on for a couple of hours as both of us were enthralled by each others tales. Youll probably think this is weird but I'll tell you anyway. Sometimes I get these smells. She said. Smells! I interrupted. I get them too! And speaking of smells, just his past week Ive had this smell of Old Spice a few times and I cant figure out who it is.Oh my God! That is incredible. My brother used to wear Old Spice all the time! We always kidded him because it was like he dipped himself into the cologne. Wow! Now my mind was reeling. Oh! Another phrase..ummm..another article! The thought came through immediately and although I didnt quite know what I was going to say, the words just fell out. Then that was your brother! Hes getting the message through me, to let you know hes with you. Probably because of the stress youve been under lately he wants to let you know it'll be okay. It'll all work out. Id be willing to bet he helped make this phone call happen tonight! Both of us got goosebumps as the understanding was in place.

We enjoyed a great talk and she felt so much better when we were finished. I never did have the Old Spice smell come back again. Her brother had gotten his message through and there was no more need. So sometimes when we have paranormal experiences its not necessarily for us personally. It may be for another and the only way Spirit can communicate is through someone who is open and receptive to the signs, or in this case the smells. He obviously knew we were friends so helped get a phone call together so we could share and the mission would be accomplished. I dont have to justify this experience through logic or worry if Im going mad. I know in my heart the reasons and why it was meant to be. Oh goodness, I just had a smell of roast beef! Now, who could that be!? Spirit works in mysterious, but wondrous ways.

é2001 Dallas Hodder Franklin