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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on June 29, 2014, 09:27:18 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/122016877
Oh my.
This is from the other forum where dear old sweet Lu's been negligent in her responsibilities as hostess, the witchcraft and sorcery forum, otherwise known as the astrological forum.
NJCher (16,701 posts) Wed Jun 25, 2014, 10:34 PM
I Think I Had a Visit (long)
Like many ASAH'ers, I read a good deal on communication from the other side. Some sources say that when thoughts of a person who has crossed over enter our mind, we should consider that they may be paying us a visit.
With that thought in mind, here's what happened to me a few weeks ago. First, however, a little background.
At the beginning of my marketing career, many decades ago in the late 70s and early 80s, I covered a large territory for one of America's Big 3 automotive companies. I was the first woman hired as an executive by the auto industry.
I had an automotive dealer in my territory who was the dream of every marketing manager. This exceptional individual, who I will call "El," did everything right. He virtually required no work on my part and if I'd had a territory full of guys like El, I could have done nothing, sat back, and collected a big fat paycheck.
That, of course, was not the case. I had one other superstar and the rest were basket cases who required a lot of hard work to get them to do what they were supposed to do.
El was in a good-sized city. He was married to a woman named "Ev" and they were the perfect couple: two people who were made for each other (their real names are similarly alliterative). Whenever I visited them, El and Ev treated me like royalty. They would take me out to dinner at a restaurant that I was particularly fond of. They acted like it was a big deal that their "factory rep" was in town. Nothing interrupted our discussions.
We had the most wonderful of conversations. El had an acerbic wit that I enjoyed enormously, while Ev was a softening influence--warm, kind, and very pretty, with lovely blonde hair. I recall she liked to wear mohair, and this, with her shiny, wavy blonde hair, gave her an angelic appearance.
El and Ev were older people when I knew them, so when the two of them popped into my mind back on June 8, I knew they had to have passed.
The images that came into my head were very vivid. They were of the dining occasions we'd shared and the witticisms of El. I felt their presence. It was...well, for want of a better word, delightful. That doesn't even describe it, though. Elation might be close.
Now, assuming it was the two, I have no idea why they decided to pay a visit after all these years. I'm just glad they did. It made me feel so good and it brought up so many happy memories.
One night, a few days after the visit, I decided I would research when they crossed over. I Googled both, and learned that El crossed over in 2001. Ev lived in a senior apartment complex until she crossed over in 2011, so she was without her beloved El for a decade.
Now, here's the synchronicity. The day I had the visit was June 8. When reading the obituaries, I saw that Ev had crossed over on June 8. To me, that was a little sign that I wasn't imagining this visit.
It's interesting to think about how we can be going about our lives and if we pick up on it, we can have a visit from people from our past.
I will always think of this visit with great fondness, as I felt for this couple when they were in physical form.
Several primitive responses, but none of them especially enlivening.
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Wow, Cher has graduated from bad stew to being a medium.
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Wow, Cher has graduated from bad stew to being a medium.
NJCher was attempting to make contact with the last person that consumed her puke stew:
(http://i883.photobucket.com/albums/ac32/gobucksnumbers/Soup_zps5048c487.jpg)
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What's up with "crossed over"?
That's what pet nuts call it when a ferret or a gerbil dies.
People die or pass away.
They don't cross over the rainbow bridge.
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Yet they mock and hate people that believe in God.
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NJCher was attempting to make contact with the last person that consumed her puke stew:
(http://i883.photobucket.com/albums/ac32/gobucksnumbers/Soup_zps5048c487.jpg)
OMG. That seriously made me sick seeing that. It looks like my pregnancy puke that I offered to the porcelain God every morning.
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The late 70's and early 80's was when the big 3 automakers really began their nosedive into manufacturing inferiority and their eventual demotion to not worth buying. No doubt NJCher was a major reason why. Don't hire moonbats. It'll only cause problems.
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OMG. That seriously made me sick seeing that. It looks like my pregnancy puke that I offered to the porcelain God every morning.
So you had to repost the image? :hammer:
As to the op, It reads like a night school creative writing assignment. Nobody outside of a Mickey Spillane writes like this: "I recall she liked to wear mohair, and this, with her shiny, wavy blonde hair, gave her an angelic appearance."
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The "reality-based" community. :whatever:
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OMG. That seriously made me sick seeing that. It looks like my pregnancy puke that I offered to the porcelain God every morning.
Uh, no.
It looks to me as if someone had a bad case of the runs, and didn't flush.
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With her auto experience, I wonder if she knows who the walrus is.
Maybe she could channel him..... :rotf:
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With her auto experience, I wonder if she knows who the walrus is.
Maybe she could channel him..... :rotf:
Don't you mean where the walrus, AKA Doug Bulna AKA dainbramaged, is?