Ever felt like the Universe was trying to send you a message? In this case I had a fairly good idea where the message was coming from, I was just having a hard time understanding it. (This is where it gets spooky for those who need to sleep with the lights on LOL) My Nan hangs out with me a lot. She points me in the right direction when I can’t find things, she passes on messages about stuff I need to know and she gives me hints to make me think about stuff a bit more. Sounds great doesn’t it? It is great, just a bit strange because she died nearly 19 years ago. And sometimes she doesn’t exactly make her meaning clear. Ever since she died I have known that she is with me. Sometimes I see shadows behind me, other times it’s just a feeling and there are periods of time where there is nothing at all. But she’s always there - guiding me, passing on information and, like I said, sometimes making me think things out a bit more carefully.
Some background
Last week some friends sent a text to say that their baby had been born – a boy they had named O_. “Lovely,” said we, “that’s an uncommon/old fashioned name, I bet he’ll be the only one in his class.” And that was that. Two days later I met a new boy in Offspring #1’s class and his name is O_. “How funny,” I thought to myself as I drove home. “Two O_’s in one week” and then it hit me. Nan’s last name for the majority of the time I knew her was O_! “Hmmm…” thought I. “I wonder what she’s trying to tell me?” As I dusted the photos that afternoon we had a little (one-sided) chat along the lines of:
“Nan, I’m not sure what you are trying to tell me. I need a few more clues. Can you help me out?”
Fast forward a couple of nights and Hubby and I were watching a movie. I sort-of recognised one of the actors and scanned the credits to see who it was – you guessed it, his first name was O_. Getting spooked but still no closer to understanding I pondered on it a bit and had a stern chat with Nan. Tuesday night I was on the computer reading a few of my favourite blogs. I opened one and it began with “This weekend O_, ? and I went to…”
So I picked up the phone and rang my mum. I asked if there was anything that I needed to know. Were she and Dad both okay. Were they not telling me anything about Dad’s recent surgery? Was Mum okay? Nothing – they are fine. Was everyone else in the family okay? Yes, everyone is fine.
Wednesday was Offspring #2’s first birthday. As I took her out of her cot I whispered "Happy Birthday" and used her full proper formal name. Nan's name. We named her in honour of my Nan and while #2's ‘official’ name is Nan’s we call her a different version of it. Finally, I understood the message. Nan was just trying to wish her a happy birthday and, at the same time, let me know that she’s watching over my babies.
Some background
Last week some friends sent a text to say that their baby had been born – a boy they had named O_. “Lovely,” said we, “that’s an uncommon/old fashioned name, I bet he’ll be the only one in his class.” And that was that. Two days later I met a new boy in Offspring #1’s class and his name is O_. “How funny,” I thought to myself as I drove home. “Two O_’s in one week” and then it hit me. Nan’s last name for the majority of the time I knew her was O_! “Hmmm…” thought I. “I wonder what she’s trying to tell me?” As I dusted the photos that afternoon we had a little (one-sided) chat along the lines of:
“Nan, I’m not sure what you are trying to tell me. I need a few more clues. Can you help me out?”
Fast forward a couple of nights and Hubby and I were watching a movie. I sort-of recognised one of the actors and scanned the credits to see who it was – you guessed it, his first name was O_. Getting spooked but still no closer to understanding I pondered on it a bit and had a stern chat with Nan. Tuesday night I was on the computer reading a few of my favourite blogs. I opened one and it began with “This weekend O_, ? and I went to…”
So I picked up the phone and rang my mum. I asked if there was anything that I needed to know. Were she and Dad both okay. Were they not telling me anything about Dad’s recent surgery? Was Mum okay? Nothing – they are fine. Was everyone else in the family okay? Yes, everyone is fine.
Wednesday was Offspring #2’s first birthday. As I took her out of her cot I whispered "Happy Birthday" and used her full proper formal name. Nan's name. We named her in honour of my Nan and while #2's ‘official’ name is Nan’s we call her a different version of it. Finally, I understood the message. Nan was just trying to wish her a happy birthday and, at the same time, let me know that she’s watching over my babies.
Question Of The Day: Have you ever felt like the Universe was trying to send you a message?
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