- Religion and Philosophy
Apportation - The Moving of an Item from One Area to Another
Craig is Near
Since my husband crossed over, nearly two years ago now, I have received many wonderful gifts in the way of signs and messages to show me that he is still here in spirit looking over me.
In the early stages things that "seemed to have moved", would be just slightly in a different position, but in the same spot. Oftentimes these incidences are easy to miss because as human beings we are all a little bit skeptical, and it is natural to question ourselves. "Could I have moved that" - or "maybe I just don't remember it being like that". Little by little the moving of things became a little stronger, like the first time I woke up to find his pillow against me, and knew for certain that I had not moved it.
So many things were happening to me that I joined several different spiritual message boards desperately needing the company of others who were experiencing the same thing, people who could also validate that "no I was not losing my mind". Throughout this last year I started hearing more and more - "you should be writing about your experiences". Indeed I had been documenting my signs and messages over a year and a half and found that I easily had enough to put a book together and so I did. At the time of writing this hub, my book was just about a month away from being published. And up to this point nothing had been physically moved "from one spot to a completely different spot" until the lavender sachet pillow incident.
I am what you could call quite "anal". Suffice it to say that when I make my bed in the morning - everything is neat and tidy, with pillows placed nicely and bedskirts all straight - LOL. In fact my husband used to stand in the doorway oftentimes when I was making the bed and mimic what I was doing "smoothing the bedding, and plumping pillows".
My Gift From Craig
The Lavender Sachet
Last summer my friend and I went out to a Lavender farm and I came back with a sachet for my bedroom - it is in the form of a small pillow. I tried to sleep with it, but could not - because the lavender aroma, while lovely, was just too strong and I knew I would get a headache with it next to my head. So in the early days that I had it I would place it on my night table. Even then I had to turn away from it.
These days it is not as strong, the lavender aroma has lessened quite a bit. But still I do not put it in my bed. When I wake up in the morning, and after making my bed, it gets placed on an angle smack in the middle of the bed and on top of the comforter. Did I mention I can be "anal"?
At night I have a specific routine. When I get into my PJ's I always get my bed ready for sleep. I remove the 3 decor pillows and put them on my loveseat nearby. The lavender sachet gets smoothed out and placed next to them on the loveseat. With the shams on the floor I turn down the comforter and top sheet and lay the bed pillows down flat -ready for sleep. Then I always go and watch a bit more TV. Now don't worry I can deviate from this routine - sometimes I just get right into bed - : )
But on this particular night I followed through and after getting everything ready for sleep I went back into the great room to watch a bit more TV. When I was ready for bed I went into my ensuite bathroom and brushed my teeth and then turned to walk back into the bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the lavender sachet on my bed and resting up against my bed pillow - nicely pushed into it as though someone had pushed it in with their hand. Quite simply it had managed to find its way from the loveseat, two feet away, and onto my bed, nestled against my pillow. I just stopped and stared, and then smiled. I knew without a doubt that I did not put it there - for all of the reasons that I have mentioned above. Of course I got my camera out to document this latest happening. And when I climbed into bed I heard Craig speaking to me. "Yes Lynnie, I put it there. It is my gift to you as you are nearing the completion of your book".
My Second Incident of Apportation
Not too long ago I had a pile of about 6 Real Estate Magazines that I had left stacked on my den floor as I would be working with them the next morning. On top of these magazines I had two samples of paint colours from Home Depot.
The next morning when I walked into my den this is what I saw on the floor.
One magazine was off the top of the stack and was now a few inches away from the original stack and facing toward the others. And the two paint samples were still on the original stack. How did this magazine manage to get off that stack, turn completely around and not remove the paint samples? And then I remembered the night before when I turned off the computer and then turned to the opposite end of the room from where the books were - to turn out the lights. Walking back behind my computer chair the side of my foot hit something. I did not turn on the light to see what it was knowing that the books were on the floor and went off to bed.
Now I stood looking at this pile, trying to figure out if I could have kicked that one magazine off the top. Really!! How in the world could it turn completely around like that and land in that straight position, and how could those paint chips stay on the original stack, leaving the stack perfectly lined up? My answer is "it couldn't" and I knew I had my second case of apportation.
A Candle Apportation
A very good friend told me a story back about seven years or so ago. She went to bed one night and decided to read for a while before going to sleep. Propping herself up in bed she lit a candle that sat on her night table next to her bed, grabbed her book and began to read. Some time later she fell asleep.
When she awoke in the morning she immediately had a start remembering the candle. Looking at the night table she did not see it. She got up and went into her ensuite bathroom and there sitting on the vanity was her candle, snuffed out. As she told me this story she laughed and repeated to me how her mother used to say to her, "Barb, one night you're going to burn the house down". Another beautiful case of apportation, and a mother, in spirit, looking out for her daughter. She has not had a candle by her bed since!
Author - "A Breath Away"