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Death is profound, but being dead doesn’t have to be serious. As a devoted follower of Swami Beyondananda and the fortunate friend of that famed comic actor Chopin, I am pleased to pass on this story of humor and lightheartedness from the beyond.
A teenage boy who I’ll call N was killed in a car accident late in 2012. His family was devastated. There is nothing funny about any of that, but his mother and his aunt have been telling me about the amazing and amusing lengths to which N has gone in trying to communicate with those he left behind.
N was in JROTC in high school, and had always been interested in shooting. After his death, yellow BBs started showing up around his family’s environment. It would be easy to say that there must have been some he had dropped or left lying around the house during his life, and they just happened to turn up over time. However, they were placed much too creatively and implausibly for that to be the case, and in places where N could not ever have been. Why BBs? Well, it seems that N’s stepfather was always giving him a hard time for leaving them underfoot!
N’s mom went on a cruise and found a BB in her stateroom. His aunt found one in her car.
On N’s 16th birthday, the family gathered at their old house, which had been completely cleaned out and gotten ready for sale. They held his party outside, but the went into the house for a little while to blow up some balloons. They checked the floor carefully, because they had a baby with them, and they didn’t want to leave anything lying around that he could put in his mouth. N’s aunt reported: “Then, my mom and younger sister went back into the rooms they had just checked and little BBs started appearing: 8 total. They stated they just started showing up, N was there at that moment putting them everywhere they looked. It was trippy and funny at the same time. My husband found the 9th one in the bed of his truck. He happened to be in the bed looking for a jack. He had been in that bed many, many times before and POOF there was a yellow BB. So, my mom and younger sister gave each of us a BB because there were 9 total, one for each of us.”
You might still be thinking, “Well, those BBs probably just didn’t get vacuumed up when the house was cleaned, and they didn’t check as carefully as they thought. The one in the truck bed had been there all along. And the one in the stateroom had been stuck somewhere in the mother’s luggage.” But how about this: On another trip, N’s mom brought a bottle of medication straight from the pharmacy. It had not even been removed from the bag, which was still stapled closed. Yup, you got it– when she opened the bottle, she found a yellow BB inside among the pills.
This seems like incredible virtuosity to me, especially for someone who was very young and hadn’t been gone from this life all that long. I’m wondering if N’s little cousin, B, who says that she sees him on a regular basis, might be helping to provide an opening for him to get through.
On the Valentine’s Day after N died, the little girl, now age 3, received one of those mylar balloons filled with helium. Her mom, N’s aunt, told me that the balloon stayed aloft for months. Every time it started to sink to the floor, it would magically reinflate and head for the ceiling again. It would also follow B’s mom around the room, so that she laughed and told N that she knew he was there. One night it somehow passed through three closed doors to show up in her closet, floating as usual.
Recently B was playing a board game with her family. The game included cards with printed questions, and B appeared to be reading the cards. Now, she’s a smart girl, but she’s still only 3, and she’s definitely not reading yet. “Is N telling you what’s on those cards?” her mother asked. B admitted that he was, and as she’s done many times, said he was right there. I wonder if she’s mystified that other people don’t see him the way she does. Her mom does her best to be open to seeing, but so far it hasn’t been possible. At least no one laughs at the child or tells her that she’s making it all up.
In the midst of all this, N’s mother and grandmother went to consult with a medium. They were still mired in grief, and we know that making contact with the deceased can help tremendously with the pain that loved ones feel after a death. They received quite a few meaningful messages, and indeed this has helped them to feel better, although things are still very difficult.
One day N’s mother got a text message that simply said “Hi” and appeared to come from her son. He had known another boy with the same name, so she asked if the message was coming from his friend. The reply was just her son’s name again. She didn’t know what to make of it. At the next session, the medium reported that N was asking, “Did you get my text?” I guess for a teenager, there could be no more natural way to communicate than to send a text. (Could Fryderyk figure out how to do that?) And it seems that N’s mom had received some other anomalous texts before that, starting about 9 months after the accident, which contained the letters of N’s name but didn’t make any sense. Unsuccessful attempts, apparently.
[Ironically, as I write this, the sound system here at Annapurna is playing “Up above my head/There’s music in the air/And I really do believe/There’s a heaven somewhere.” N’s aunt wrote, “I hear the songs we put on his memorial slide show for the funeral all the time! I will be in yoga listening to their nature music and all of a sudden a song will play.” I have often heard of songs showing up anomalously as apparent messages from the beyond.]
N’s aunt continued: “My stepdad spends a lot of time at N’s and his spot (my parents’ land). He has said that he will go up there and clean the land up from weeds, move rocks etc. Every time he goes up there, all the things he has done with the rocks are back to where they were. You see N used to make “ramps” out on the land to jump his bike and/or motorcycle. During a time when his mom and my mom talked to the medium, N asked if Papa got his signs. Also, a hatchet that N lost of my stepdad’s at the land miraculously showed up too. Just sitting by the garage on the land as if it had been there the whole time, nice and clean too!
“N is aware that my dad is rebuilding his race car. It was always N’s car. They wanted to make it street legal so N could drive it when he turned of age. My dad has been hard at work rebuilding it. N knows about it and states that he sits there with my dad when he is working on it and can give details about it.”
N’s maternal great-grandfather has also gotten in on the act. His daughter, N’s grandmother, had a terrible time dealing with his death a few years ago. He has told her, through the medium, that he’s tried very hard to get through to her but that she hasn’t been open to his messages, including the pennies he’s put in front of her. From what I’ve read and been told, spirits often express such frustrations. It’s sad to think of that, but at the same time I’m giggling at the idea of N and his great-grandpa having so much fun thinking of new tricks to play on the family. I wonder what they’ll come up with next.
Update, 6/3/14:
Well, here’s what they came up with next. Recently N’s great-grandmother died. At the cemetery, when the mausoleum was opened to inter her body, dozens of yellow BBs came rolling out. The family didn’t count them, but there seemed to be about enough to give one to each person who was present. Of course it had been many years since this mausoleum had been opened.
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