from soul cards
This synchro-tale was a comment under our recent post God’s Eye. It comes from Debra Page at mythic musing and refers to her daughter Laryssa, the magical child in the title, who died when she was barely two years old.
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Though I am now Vjrayana Buddhist, I have always viewed life as a spiritual quest. Trish and Rob told a story on this site of synchronicities that happened after my baby daughter Laryssa had died.
Her (almost) 2 years on this Earth were filled with synchros. My husband and I kept her at home with us as much as possible. Caring for her was difficult. There was no medical protocol for her rare condition. One of those very long, grueling days, there was a knock at the front door.This was unusual because we had a security gate and a doorbell. I opened the door and a short, older man stood there. He said “I know it’s hard to tell right now, but God really loves you.” I cried. He left. I never saw him again.
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We asked Debra if she ever found out who he was. Her response:
“I never found out. We lived in that neighborhood for 11 years. Never saw him. I secretly imagined he worked at the hospice, or some other agency, because the OTHER idea was so fantastic. But Laryssa’s life was full of these mysteries, for everyone involved.”
Don't have anything on 153. And I can't read French!
Hi, do you have any stories on the number <153> and another question: do you read French.. I just got this on my FB page.
https://www.neotrouve.com/?p=368
About the figure 153 and some air crashes…
Keep up the good work!
Thanks Debra, for sharing these bits of your story, here and on your blog. My current lessons are so small in comparison. Yet there is a resonance. One of my children is in extreme duress, because one of her children is in duress…
My personal focus is hope for a brighter tomorrow because these amazing children are still coming onto this planet – though it's full of sludge and shadows – inspiring us to excellence. We are all connected and children are the catalyst for us to become the best we can be.
What a beautiful story. Debra, I'm glad that mysterious stranger–whoever or whatever he was–was there with a message of comfort when you needed it most. I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose a child. I've lost almost everyone else who mattered to me in my life, including my husband and my younger sister, but at least I've been spared that.
Please write this book!
Trish & Rob,
Thank you for being such good people.
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I'd be first in line to buy this book, Debra. It's a sad commentary about racism in this country.
Trish & Rob,
Thank you for sharing this. At some point in the future I will tell her story. She was an amazing "teacher" for everyone. On example: She was the first infant admitted to the hospice program here, so she "helped" the staff write the policy on infant palliative care. Her personal physician was an intern at the time. Now he is the director of infant and child care at that same hospice.
Due to rampant racism in our country, I don't feel it is safe (for our family and others)to write about her at this time.
.. or a message!
.. and sometimes the messages arrive from people who don't actually realise that they are giving a meesage.
a beautiful story no matter how many times its read – like nancy said, messages do come when we need them most – and we never know in what form or from whom they might come – thanks for the story again!!!
Amazing. We get messages when we need them the most.