My friend TJ had a unique encounter that I thought would make a wonderful Mother's Day post. Here is her story:
"I do not know how mother got to Bali. But the discovery produced a smile on my
face. Mother finally got to travel. Just
the week before I had carefully spread her ashes on my brother’s grave before
heading to the airport.
I had been unable to discard the vessel that had contained
her ashes and had held it on my lap for the long flight. I had been sure it was
empty. I do not know why I looked
inside.
We had been spending a magical week in Bali. Our guide was a devote Hindu. Karma,
reincarnation and their varied beliefs were constant topics of
conversation. I asked him about a resting
place for Mother. His positive response was heartfelt; he would arrange
everything.
Two days later, we drove to the ocean with mother’s ashes. Waiting for us were several holy men, dressed
in white. My mother was about to have a beautiful Hindu funeral. The men chanted, incense was burned, chimes
were rung and offerings were made.
Although in a language I did not understand, when she finally was given
to the sea, I felt at peace.
Surprisingly, many people questioned the
appropriateness Hindu ceremony.
“Would she have
approved?”
“I do not know.”
Soon the answer would
change.
Mother and I were never close. When I was barely 4, my
7-year-old brother, died. My mother
retreated from life and me. She was a
fearful, timid woman who spoke wishfully of world travel. Getting a passport scared her so much she
abandoned hope of travel. In opposition, I grew up energetic, outgoing and a
world traveler.
I was joyful mother had
found her way to Bali.
Upon my return home, I scheduled a facial. I went to my usual lady, who knew nothing of
my travels or personal life as I enjoy quiet meditation during facials. This
was not to be.
With eyes closed, I felt an energy rush when she touched my left
arm. Purple lights went off in my
head. My body was tingling. Afterwards, I asked her what had happened,
referencing only the purple light. Avoiding
eye contact, she told me, “Your mother contacted me when I touched your left
arm and energy began to flow through you.
She told me to tell you she had a blast.
She felt very important and it was the nicest thing you have ever done
for her.”
I was stunned and at a loss for words. I felt love flowing
between mother and myself.
I am looking forward to Mother’s Day secure in the knowledge
a mother’s love never dies."
