An old friend of mine that I hadn’t spoken to in over thirty years, contacted me through a third-party to say, that his mom had passed on. She and I had our differences, mostly because I was young, and she was a character. Even though she endured lifelong heartbreak, I always admired her confidence, and zeal for life.
Our mother’s had this in common, they shared the same name, and birth date. This amazed us, plus the fact that our mom’s had only met once thirty years ago, at my mom’s wedding. I received another call from him days later, wanting to reminisce about her. We talked for a while, and then said our good-byes.
I was at work a few days later, when out of nowhere two powerful spirits surrounded me. It didn’t scare me, because I’m use to my parents visiting. The surprise was that It was both of our moms. They were celebrating, because his mom had made it to be with the Lord also.
She wanted me to tell him that she was OK. They both had strong personalities so it was overwhelming for me all at once. I was so excited that I immediately called him, and said our mom’s are together, she’s in heaven, your mom made it.
He went silent, because he wasn’t the type of person who believed in that kind of stuff, but nor was I until it started happening to me. The next thing that I said to him was that he needed to play their birthday in the lottery, but he responded with no you should play it.
Our mothers birth date fell in the lottery a couple of days later. I called to tell him, and he was shocked, and I forgot to play it. Weeks later his moms death date fell in the lottery also.
In this second story, which happened five years ago I was determined to get to the cemetery to visit my mom. I had planned this weeks ahead of time, because her birthday was close, but my car collapsed just before my planned trip. It didn’t matter, because only God could have stopped me from going.
I packed up my little folding chair, my bible, and some items to clean off her headstone. I caught two buses, then walked a mile from the bus stop, to the back of the cemetery. Did I mention that it was bitterly cold outside.
Halfway through the cemetery I said oh no, because I could see that those pesky geese were everywhere. It appeared to be hundreds of them, covering the entire section of the cemetery where my mom lay.
I became really angry, and repeatedly tried to chase them away, but instead I was the one being chased away. After a few moments of this I was cold, and frustrated. I have no explanation of why I did this.
But I looked up to the sky, while saying out loud mom you know that I caught two buses here, and walked a mile just to come visit you. It’s cold, and you know that I can’t stay if these geese won’t go away. I said, if you want me to stay make them go away.
I stood in shock moments later, as they dispersed to another area of the cemetery, every single one of them strutted away. Just for a moment I thought that It was a dream, but It wasn’t.
There I stood alone in the middle of the cemetery laughing hysterically, wondering what my mom said, or what God did to get those geese to move so quickly.
I was unaware if anyone else was around. I’m sure that if they were, they probably thought that I was a tad bit off-balance, to be standing alone in a cemetery laughing near all of those grave sites.