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I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into
the kitchen; I could not take another step. Glancing backward over my shoulder, I saw that both pot were turned
over, the enormous elephant ear-like leaves sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second. The despair and
confusion and poltergeist shock was so profound, that I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.
"God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me
a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign."
I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it
promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.
The next day, on route to work, following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn and over the street
of cars I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead as if attracted by garbage
or dumpsites, although none was in evidence. As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within
an inch of my windshield, glossing passed and made eye contact with me. It lasted maybe two seconds.
Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove
on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it's significance.
After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request
for a sign when I remembered the morning gull. I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.
Had I been given that sign the very next morning? I decided to be skeptical but not cynical. If I saw any gulls
in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks I would know it was a coincidence
or a quirk of fate not a sign that I asked for. Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast,
so fixed in my mind?
For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock
so large would certainly reappear somewhere. I never saw one bird. I decided I had been given a wonderful sign
and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing
entities.
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