In Synchronicity and the Other Side, we talked about clocks that stop or batteries that die when a loved one passes. This story about an oak pendulum clock came from Connie – aka fortune 500 and the events ultimately proved to be precognitive.
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We have an oak pendulum clock on the living room wall, like a standing grandfather clock with chimes, only a smaller wall type. A couple of years ago, we stopped putting batteries in the back so that it wouldn’t chime. But there are batteries in the timing mechanism and although the pendulum swings and the clock keeps perfect time, it no longer chimes.
On 2-16 I emailed you that our pendulum wall clock was trying to chime, with no batteries in it, and that at exactly 12 noon it chimed loudly and clearly, twice. It chimed again at exactly 1:00pm, 4 times, loudly and clearly. As this was happening, I was psychically smelling an unpleasant odor of something being burned or scorched. My son, Kenny, who was also in the house, couldn’t smell it, and I am only able to smell psychic odors as Parkinson’s has destroyed my olfactory nerves.
After emailing you and learning you were en route to Toronto, I sent no further emails to you but did make notes in my journal, along with numbers I was feeling urged to do. The number of ‘death” is 20/2. For some unknown reason at the time, my husband’s older brother, Buddy, came into my mind powerfully, and I did his numbers. BUDDY is 20/2.
I thought about the fact that on Mother’s day twenty or so years ago, we had given my mother-in-law a replica of this clock, it’s exactly like ours, but hers chimes because Buddy kept the batteries fresh in it.
You may or may not remember, but years ago I told you that my mother in law refused to leave after she died, stating emphatically that she wasn’t going until Buddy passed, because she was afraid he would go to sleep smoking and burn the old homestead to the ground.
Mrs C always sat on the far end of an old ragged sofa in the living room there, even after she had passed. The sofa was at least 60 years old, and last week Danny, my husband’s nephew, bought Buddy a new sofa to replace the old one. I don’t know how Mrs C, in spirit, felt about this change.
I couldn’t get her or Buddy out of my mind the day the clock chimed and the scorched smell inundated me. This is in my journal for that day, the 16th, and I wrote, “Is Buddy going to transition? If so, why is the scorched/burned odor so strong it almost takes my breath?”
Late this evening, 2-19, Danny phoned. He found Buddy laying on the floor in front of the new sofa, dead, today. Apparently he had lain down to nap or sleep, had tried to get up, had fallen, and died. The burning/scorched odor might have been Mrs. C reminding me of her post-death remarks that she wasn’t leaving due to her fear of Buddy burning down the house. So she haunted the place.
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On the 20th, Connie wrote that she had learned that Buddy’s will stipulated that he wanted to be cremated, another possible explanation for the burned smell. The coroner’s office also informed the family that the body wouldn’t be fit for a viewing because Buddy had died at approximately noon on the 16th, when the clock first chimed, and his body had remained on the floor until the afternoon of the 19th, when Danny found him.
Another possibility about the scorched stench Connie had smelled is that a a small gas heater and a portable electric heater were both on high for the three days his body lay on the floor.
Connie sent us some photos taken in the house, which is over a century old, and in several there are mysterious, misty images of faces and forms, one a child. The photos were taken with a throwaway camera rather than a digital one. So the photos couldn’t be easily uploaded, and unfortunately, when scanned, the details blur.
