A story that illustrates the miracles can happen to anyone who keeps their eyes open. Frank died in his late 80s on 1/1/11. Typical, Jo and I said to each other; Frank was always a joker. He was a semi-hermit, and for his last ten years he ate almost nothing. Jo persuaded him to be her spiritual teacher, despite his sustained resistance to the role. When he died, she grieved deeply. Then he started sending her messages through our Australian shaman friend, Carmel. The most recent of these was that Jo would "see him around." Monday last week we had put our groceries in the car in a supermarket parking lot, and Jo went to return the trolley. I looked up and saw Frank, wearing his standard shorts and with his typical timy bag of groceries, pushing his bike around a corner. I turned around to get into the car, and there was Frank again, still in shorts but in clothing of different colour. Jo came back. I told her I had seen Frank twice. She had seen both of those "Franks" and one more!
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 08:57:39 +0000
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