Do our loved ones visit us in our dreams? Do they communicate with us or send us messages? I say they do! Let me continue…
He stood in front of a burning wall, the tub behind him full of water. I still remember his white shirt, pants and the belt that he wore; the look of serenity that enveloped him was breathtaking. There were no other walls that I could see, other than the white ceramic tile one behind him which was on fire. I could see the blue skies on each side of him when I realized that we were both suspended somewhere in time. Was this a dream or was it a visit?
As we looked at each other, I could hear his voice in the distance saying “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”. Not sure of what I had heard, I asked for him to repeat it again… the message was clear “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”.
I awoke suddenly, and with purpose. I had just received a clear message from my father. I made my way into the den, and with pen in hand, started writing everything I could remember about this message. I felt a bit of a worry with what was whispered to me. I couldn’t quite understand what it meant. Where was this bathroom? Why the fire? What did this “axe” mean?
When Brad woke up, I told him of my dream. He also felt that this was also a message of sorts. A few days later, we decided to go out for our usual Friday night “fish and chips” at Sam’s local diner. It was a great meal as usual. As we were making our way out of the restaurant, an elderly gentleman asked Brad if he knew where the “Railway Museum” was located. Brad mentioned that he had never heard of it and referred him to an information centre where he could obtain more information. The man thanked him and then said “oh, thanks young man, you see, my grandfather forged his way into this city with this axe, one that I donated to the “Railway Museum” years ago. I was in town and thought I’d go see it”. Brad and I looked at each other with amazement. There was that “axe” word, one that normally doesn’t come up in conversation. We started conversing on the way home about it. This truly was a sign for us that my father had come to me with a message. But was did it mean?
A few days later, I was helping a friend in the lobby of the building where I lived. We were standing in front of building’s maintenance panel, when suddenly, the building fire alarms went off. The panel lit up like a Christmas tree and all I could were the words flashing “warning warning warning”. Before she could reach to unlock the system with her key, the alarm shut off by itself. We looked at each other and thought it was strange. As we started to walk away, the alarm sounded again, and we turned to see the panel lit up like it had just moments before. She turned it off. We looked at each other again, and then heard the sound of many fire trucks roaring by. Not knowing the situation, we checked the building, every floor until we felt everything was fine. The fire trucks were on route somewhere else so needless to say, we were relieved.
When I got home, I received a call from Lydia, the Administrator of the long term care facility where my mother resides. “Jay”, Lydia said, “Please do not be alarmed, but I must tell you, there’s been a fire at this facility. Your mother has been taken to another area and is safe. You see, we’re in the midst of demolishing the building in order to stop the fire because it started in the ceiling. If we don’t, the fire will continue down the wall into your mother’s room. We’re hoping it didn’t.” I thanked Lydia for the call and before she hung up, asked her which wall of my mother’s room was affected. She replied “oh, it was the wall in the bathroom Jay, the white ceramic one.” I sat there for a minute in total awe. The message was indeed intended for me. The sign of the “axe” was a message of love from beyond, and one of concern for my mother. Thanks for watching over us Dad and for stopping by for a visit! xx (PS Happy Birthday)