I’m not a Ouija type of gal. I knew in all of the pre-pubescent parties that it was really my friend, Cindy, pushing the planchette to “Yes,” when I asked if Jonathan Bell liked me. As it turns out, he did like me for a week and sat next to me in art until Melinda Crutchins made big eyes and asked him to sit with her. So long Jon.
The scientific explanation of the Ouija is that subconsciously we wish for something, and a covert program running in the background of our thoughts helps us push the planchette to the answer we want. Drat! I always thought it was Cindy…not me!!
And then at 12:47 last night I was writing an e-mail when a friend who is dying of cancer popped into my mind. At that moment, I typed into the e-mail how selfish I was to wish my friend wouldn’t leave us and how joyous her arrival in heaven would be—where everyday is Easter.
I wasn’t with my dad when he passed from this life. I was at work. I thought I’d know though. I figured a fragrant, pine breeze would touch my face as he stopped to say good bye, or I’d feel the earth pause in its rotation. When someone leaves such a huge hole in the fiber of the world, how can there not be a ripple in the universe with their passing?
My daddy, an outdoorsman—not the REI type, but the Lil Abner type—asked the hospice worker to turn him on his side so he could see out the screen door. He passed with the fading afternoon, and I didn’t know until I received a phone call. I concluded that we humans weren’t tuned into the escalator of souls coming and going. It would be too much for our fragile senses to be jolted with every loss.
However, when I got the phone call that my friend had died around 1 this morning, I wasn’t surprised. Actually, I felt great relief and joy that she’d made it home. “It’s interesting,” the caller said. ” I woke up about one this morning thinking of her.”
Like I said, I’m not a Ouija-type of gal. I think it’s our subconscious pushing, worrying, praying even as we sleep. I believe that our passing from this realm makes no wave. Any ripple in the universe, is caused by the Creator—coming to carry us home.