After my father died in 2008, there have
been 2 incidents and both occured in my family's garage- exactly at the
spot where he once stood at a table saw, cutting wood for various home
projects over the course of many years.
The first episode happened during a visit I was having with my mother. We weren't getting along very well during this visit and I remember getting very frustrated with her and out of sorts. During the course of this day, there was a very loud noise that buzzed through the house and all of the electricity went out. My mother and I went down to the fuse box to see if we could bring the electricity back and when we reached for one of the levers, this huge noise, like a loud alarm went off scaring us both out of our wits!
The day went on and somehow, my mother had this idea that the electrical short might have been caused by something in the garage. I have no idea how she came up with this but we went out to the garage and walked over to where my father's table saw used to be. There was a strange cord plugged in and at the same time, we both noticed it and I reached over to unplug it. As I did, a long firey spark flew out of the outlet surprising me. The cord was something that my dad had rigged up to "electrocute" the worms in the ground in the back yard. My dad liked to fish and so he had this contraption set up to gather worms.
After the cord was unplugged, all the electricity came back on and all was normal again. When I told the story to my friend who happens to be a Shaman, he said, "the ancestors always communicate through fire".
If that story isn't believable, there was another one. Same place in the garage.
I was at home for my mother's 80th birthday party and my mom and I walked into the garage to get to the car. There were papers all over the floor (again right where that table saw was).
When I saw the papers, I knew exactly what they were. They were appraisals that my father had done years ago. Apparently he had stashed these appraisals in the rafters of the garage and for some reason, they were all tumbling down, flying all over the garage. I looked at my mom and said, "Ma, I had a feeling that dad was going to show up this weekend." As soon as I said that, the service door blew wide open! My mom looked at me freaked out and said, "ok, let's get out of here!!!" And we drove away.
Everytime I go home now, I pause in the garage and reflect on my father.
The first episode happened during a visit I was having with my mother. We weren't getting along very well during this visit and I remember getting very frustrated with her and out of sorts. During the course of this day, there was a very loud noise that buzzed through the house and all of the electricity went out. My mother and I went down to the fuse box to see if we could bring the electricity back and when we reached for one of the levers, this huge noise, like a loud alarm went off scaring us both out of our wits!
The day went on and somehow, my mother had this idea that the electrical short might have been caused by something in the garage. I have no idea how she came up with this but we went out to the garage and walked over to where my father's table saw used to be. There was a strange cord plugged in and at the same time, we both noticed it and I reached over to unplug it. As I did, a long firey spark flew out of the outlet surprising me. The cord was something that my dad had rigged up to "electrocute" the worms in the ground in the back yard. My dad liked to fish and so he had this contraption set up to gather worms.
After the cord was unplugged, all the electricity came back on and all was normal again. When I told the story to my friend who happens to be a Shaman, he said, "the ancestors always communicate through fire".
If that story isn't believable, there was another one. Same place in the garage.
I was at home for my mother's 80th birthday party and my mom and I walked into the garage to get to the car. There were papers all over the floor (again right where that table saw was).
When I saw the papers, I knew exactly what they were. They were appraisals that my father had done years ago. Apparently he had stashed these appraisals in the rafters of the garage and for some reason, they were all tumbling down, flying all over the garage. I looked at my mom and said, "Ma, I had a feeling that dad was going to show up this weekend." As soon as I said that, the service door blew wide open! My mom looked at me freaked out and said, "ok, let's get out of here!!!" And we drove away.
Everytime I go home now, I pause in the garage and reflect on my father.
By Jill Uchiyama
Source: Quora
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