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Although I hesitate to write this post, I am trying to go through my older poems and think about them a little. The next one on the list (I am working backwards through the alphabet) is called ‘visitations’. The subject matter is a bit ghostly.

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I do not generally believe in ghosts although I do believe in phenomena if that makes sense. A phenomenon is defined as a fact or situation that is observed to exist or happen, especially one whose cause or explanation is in question.

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I have experienced many phenomena in my life. Odd things that seem to have some particular significance at the time. My mother, who also had such experiences, called them “comforts from heaven.”

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Here are a couple of examples from my own life:

  • After my mom died, a little yellow bird came almost every day to peck at our windows (not a goldfinch, in spite of the drawing below). After that year, I never saw it again.
  • Once I bought a handmade quilt at an auction and laid it over our upper loft railing. One night I came out to the hall in the dark, touched the quilt and heard the following words, quite distinctly: “Henry, come in to supper!” I don’t know anyone named Henry.
  • When she was alive, my aunt and I had a contest to see who could lose the most weight. My aunt told me to pick an item from her home as the ‘prize’. I know she was disappointed when I chose a little framed picture of a waterfall she had won as a prize in Sunday School in 1937. Neither of us lost any weight so the prize was never claimed. After her death, we retrieved some boxes from her estate. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the box in the trunk of my car and the little picture of the waterfall was the top item.
  • Once when I was staying away from home, I heard the front door open and footsteps, crossing the tile floor. I expected to see someone else and instead a little girl with ringlets came into my view, reached up for the doorknob of the adjacent bedroom and went inside. There were no children in the house at the time and I was terrified.
  • My husband had his own weird experience on our local covered bridge. He was crossing the narrow bridge one day in our truck and was alarmed to see another car enter the bridge. He was certain there would be a crash but the other car, an older V-8 model, squeezed right by. My husband, knowing there was no way two vehicles could pass in the bridge, had to stop the truck at the other side of the bridge, he was shaking so hard.

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Now every one of these experiences could be explained. Probably a vivid imagination is part of that explanation. But I do believe in the phenomenon. Have you had any experiences of your own?

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visitations

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moonlight on birch

stark shadows

words precise on the page

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her tread heavy

she reaches for the door

opens, ringlets close as a spring

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lengthen, what else is possible?

hand touches a quilt, a voice asks

a practical question, distilled in velvet

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a small yellow bird

at the window

every morning for a year

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Copyright Jane Tims 2018

 

 

Written by jane tims

January 26, 2018 at 7:00 am

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  1. for a year after my brother died, I often experienced the sudden scent of freesias. They were always in places where there was no explanation. Other people who were with me at the time asked what that lovely scent was… I always felt it was love…

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    Maureen Sudlow

    January 26, 2018 at 5:49 pm

    • Hi Maureen. That’s exactly what I mean! Interesting the scent was experienced by others around you! Jane

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      jane tims

      January 27, 2018 at 4:52 pm

      • I asked them because I wanted to validate it and make sure I wasn’t just imagining things…

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        Maureen Sudlow

        January 27, 2018 at 9:33 pm

  2. Wow,,,,,wow and wow.! I “Believe” ,,,,I find it interesting about your yellow bird,,,,,I also had a bird pounding on my window right after my dad died,,,not for a year but long enough for me to finally think it was trying to tell me something. I really don’t know what that something was but it still has me wondering. When it left , not another bird knocked on my window. Interesting indeed.

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    Patsi

    January 26, 2018 at 9:59 am

    • Hi Patsi. My yellow bird did not return either. Good to hear from you. Do you remember the year your dad covered the rose bush with insulation and gave your mom a rose in the middle of winter??? Jane

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      jane tims

      January 26, 2018 at 10:02 am

      • Noooooo,,,,I don’t remember that .! Thanks for sharing.! Philip is going to laugh when he hears this.

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        Patsi

        January 27, 2018 at 5:51 am

  3. I love the part about how you and your aunt had a contest to see who would lose the most weight and neither of you lost any weight! I guess the picture of the waterfalls wasn’t enough incentive. 😉

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    Jane Fritz

    January 26, 2018 at 9:06 am

    • Perhaps it was a did-incentive (she really didn’t want to part with it. The little waterfall picture is right here above my desk. Still haven’t lost much weight! Jane

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      jane tims

      January 26, 2018 at 10:03 am

  4. A very thought provoking post. I immediately thought of a phenomenon from my own life, and I am sure many others will as well.

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    roseburkeauthor

    January 26, 2018 at 7:42 am

    • Hi Rose. I rarely meet a person who doesn’t have a ghost story. I have several pages full of incidents that occurred after my mom died. Jane

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      jane tims

      January 26, 2018 at 10:04 am


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