Okay, yeah, psychically deaf. Meaning I can’t ‘hear’ or ‘see’ psychic stuff. But it doesn’t mean that stuff doesn’t happen that makes you go, “Hmmm….”.
My brother’s wife talked to me a bit back saying that she had a strange event occur – – –
Her favorite song is…now, don’t laugh…a piece written for clarinet (the instrument of choice of sex gods and goddesses alike). A song called “Stranger on the Shore” by Acker Bilk. Actually, quite a beautiful, if sappy, little number. But, just as obviously, quite obscure. Hell, I had no clue what it was without looking it up on the internet. I’m guessing none of you knew without doing the same (okay, maybe one…).
About a year after my brother passed, I got a phone call from sis-in-law. She was obviously a bit shaken (not stirred).
Seems she got a call on her phone from some 1-800 number she didn’t recognize. Still, she picked it up. There was silence on the line, like you sometimes get when a 1-800 number figures “we have a sucker here” and transfers you to a real person to sell you some obtuse thing like flapjack warmers or ear polishers or some such.
But, instead of a live human, she started hearing “Stranger on the Shore”.
And it played all the way through, hanging up at the end.
She told me that there were only two people in the world who knew that was her favorite song – – my brother and her functional daughter*. Given that my brother was…ummm…indisposed, having passed away and all, she called my niece…
…who categorically denied having sent the message nor any knowledge of who could have sent the message**.
So…
…how do we explain stuff like that happening?
[shaking my head in wonderment]
Yoicks!
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*I keep intending to share the story of my brother’s daughters…the good niece and the ‘other’ niece. Well, that’ll have to wait on another post.
**Sis-in-law did try to track down the 1-800 number and found out it was for some bug control company like Terminix or the like.
Tags: full flush normal, messages from the afterlife?, paranormal, unexplained
The Wilds of Ohio 
February 1, 2010 at 05:58 |
I get really really really really really freaked out by these kinds of stories. Even when they are sweet messages from loved ones. However, now, I’m in my new house, alone, with thunder and lightning going mental outside, in a small country town with lots of history …
February 1, 2010 at 18:43 |
so your dead brother decided to ‘bug’ her from beyond?
February 2, 2010 at 17:42 |
mitzi – that’s the perfect combination…thunder, lightning, new place, old history…if you hear creepy music, just hide under the bed. they never look there.
daisyfae – and it worked! she was totally spazzed out by it. i think i’m going to start a business where people can hire me to send messages to loved…or not so loved…ones after they’re dead. just for the giggle factor.
February 3, 2010 at 15:34 |
I’m the ‘one’ person who didn’t have to look it up. My Dad had the same birthday as Acker Bilk – 26 January
February 3, 2010 at 20:18 |
nursemyra – holy obscure music, batman! really? you knew this guy? how cool is that. you’ve amazed me yet again, dear lady.