Blog Post #2- Gold Horn :) (see first intro blog entry for the categories of crazy)
Well, I've been pondering this blog post for a while. I am always reminded of this posts' topic around September 11th, and this entry will explain why. There are a few things related to this post, but I will focus on just one for now.
My father passed away in September of 2011. He was unwell and had suffered for a really long time. As hard as it was to lose him, I was grateful that his suffering had ended.
My Dad had called me "Bug" since I was barely a year old. He always used to tell me I would crawl exceptionally fast, like a 'bug in a rug'. I was always on the move, and the nickname stuck. I didn't have a specific critter attached to that nickname before his passing, but let me tell you, I sure do now.
The day of my father's wake I remember returning to my apartment, alone, for the first time in days. I had been avoiding being alone for obvious reasons. I wasn't ready to deal with my new reality. As I collapsed onto my couch, I very clearly felt my father sit down beside me. He sat on my right side, and put his arms around me. I remember noting how he 'felt' much smaller than he was on Earth (he was very overweight, being immobile for most of the last 15 years of his life). I felt so grateful that I could feel him, albeit briefly. It was barely perceptible, but he was there. A few hours later, before bed, my brain/ ego started to try to ruin things by convincing me I hadn't felt him sit with me. So, I began to ask for signs that he was around me. "If you're there, Dad, give me a sign." That was it. I went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, foggy with grief. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and put some coffee on. It was a sunny day so I walked to my living room and began to open the blinds. I reached the second corner of the room and opened the blinds to a shocking surprise. There, on the INSIDE of my living room window, were what must have been close to 100 ladybugs. That is a LOT of bugs. I stood in shock, trying to process how the heck they all got in there. I searched my entire apartment for an open window, There were none. I sat down in the same place I had sat the night before and again felt my father's presence. I started to cry. Actually, I sobbed. For 20 minutes I sobbed and started the agonizing process of dealing with all the sadness. Still in a fog that would last for years, I finished my coffee and hopped in the shower. I still hadn't opened any windows.
I came out of the shower to look once again at the ladybugs. They were gone. I was going to take a picture of them as evidence, but, they were GONE. Not a single one remained. I must have stared at that window for a full 5 minutes trying to process what the hell had happened to them all. I looked everywhere. Under the couch, in every room. Nothing. I still to this day cannot explain where they went.
From this point forward however, ladybugs began showing up everywhere in my life. Every single day for at least 2 weeks there was a ladybug appearing in my day to day life. I would wake up and there would be a ladybug right at eye level on my bathroom mirror. A ladybug on the outside of my car window. They landed on me constantly. 4 months after this event, I decided to consider taking a beautiful new apartment 12 floors up in the same building. It was a stretch financially at the time and so I wasn't sure. When I went up to look a second time to decide if I should go for it, there, on the granite countertop, was a ladybug. I took the apartment. It was the happiest I had been in years, I loved that apartment so much. Thanks, Dad. :)
I often wonder if anyone else has experiences like this. Something that happens where you just KNOW it is a message from a loved one that has passed. If so, please share if you feel comfortable. I have had some visitations from my dad during dream time that are really interesting. I will share in a later post. :)
Love and Light,
Keyla Sereen (AKA Wobbly Unicorn)