Channeling Music

I would be an understatement to say I learned A LOT in that first reading!  It certainly validated that there was something to all of these experiences – the hair on the back of my husband’s neck stood up when he heard the part about the blue butterfly!  He remembered how I came home from that trip gushing about the butterflies being a sign, and at the time thinking yeah right.  He didn’t question my impressions nearly as often after that.  Although he did when I decided we should spend a whopping amount of money to record a CD of Grandpa Anderson’s music.  And I guess who wouldn’t think you were kind of nuts to spend a lot of money on something just because a dead guy encouraged you to do it?

As it turns out, he did more than encourage.  I left the notebook by my bed one night and spent the entire night being coached on exactly how to sing “The Last Rose of Summer.”  And then I woke up another morning with this name ringing in my ears: Chancery Olcott.  So I google that and turns out, well, he composed several of the songs written in the notebook!  The next night I find myself listening to Grandpa Anderson play, on his violin, an accompaniment to “The Last Rose of Summer” that really blew me my mind.  So I woke up and put it into Sibelius (music notation software) right away.  All of that time transcribing orchestra music paid off – I found I could write down what I heard in my dreams, as time progressed and I became more practiced at it – what I heard in my head.

Then I had a strange experience – I still don’t have a good explanation what this one is about.  But I found myself standing in the dining room back at The Aunt Farm.  And I knew I was dreaming because The Aunt Farm is long gone.  Grandpa Anderson walks in to the room.
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Getting Real: Professional Medium Reading

I did my homework before I took this step.  I had read about a dozen books by this time (see Recommended Reading Page) and learned about the Veritas Project at the University of Arizona.  This project has completed but resulted in more research into the survival of consciousness and mediumship, as well as a non-profit organization The Windbridge Institute For Applied Research in Human Potential.  Beyond being just another research program about ESP type stuff (the government has been doing this for decades) these programs actually studied mediumship in a controlled laboratory setting.  And they were able to rate and certify the mediums based on their accuracy rate!

According to the strict scientific definition, a medium is “an individual who experiences regular communication with the deceased”.  That pretty much makes me one.  So this is where I get up in front of a crowd of people and say “Hi, my name is Laura and I am a medium”.

Anyway, through a long (boring) process of looking for people who were certified by these programs in various ways, and had good recommendations, I eventually located three different mediums.  The first reading I had was with Denise Lescano.  Denise resides in Florida.  Not that it matters – everybody I found does readings over the phone.  There is no time or space on the other side.  It doesn’t matter how far apart the medium and the subject are.  These folks also conduct their readings under the same conditions as the laboratory experiments.  They go to great lengths to set things up so that they know nothing but your first name.

It was a sunny but cold day in late November in 2009 when I had my reading with Denise.  As suggested, I’d arranged for a quiet place where I could relax and nobody would interrupt – in my cat room by the fire.  I had it during the day while my son was at school and Bill knew what was going on and purposely avoided coming in so as to not mess things up.
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Birthday Message: A Sychronicity

Many ADC’s take the form of a sychronicity – something unusual that happens and you think, that just can’t be a co-incidence!  It involves something closely associated with the deceased person, usually with a deeply personal connection.

The fall after my mother died I had my 40th birthday.  I was dreading it for a number of reasons – heck – who doesn’t dread their 40th birthday!  I wondered if I would really feel terrible having a birthday after my mother died, and I am not very excited about being over the hill either.  So I pretty much decided to ignore it.  Still, the dreading of it made the two weeks before a bit tense.  I find it is often like this – the dreading of “whatever” is worse than the actual “whatever”.  Nowhere is this more true than for Christmas – but that is another post.

So the birthday came and went.  Nothing happened.  I didn’t feel any worse on that particular day and I was well on my way to forgetting it.

Then a day or so later – I can’t remember exactly – I had a stream of numbers running through my dreams.  39403940394039403940394039403940394039403940 … all night!  I was kind of going in the background and every once in a while it would break through and become very hard to ignore.  At the time I knew that it had something to do with my mother, but it being a stream of digits I didn’t get it.  It is sometimes very difficult to access the left brain during sleep, even when fully lucid.  My deductive reasoning can be pretty far off and I miss the obvious.
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The Dream Cell Phone – A First Method of Contact

I had a dream that my husband and I were on my parents’ deck rehearsing some music.  We had a disagreement about something and started to bicker.  I got annoyed and went into the house.  I decided I was sick of this diet (I started a diet with Bariatric Weight Loss, and eventually did loose 50 pounds), and I wanted a dang fried egg!  Besides, I reasoned, you can’t gain weight from something you eat in a dream. [Note: I Lucid Dream – see the Lucid Dream page for more information] 

While I was making the fried egg my cell phone rang and it was my mother!  I started telling her about the disagreement and other dumb day to day stuff, just like I did when she was alive.  I ate the egg at the kitchen table, still talking to her.  Then I walked out to the sun porch and noticed something strange.
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The First Butterfly

The butterfly is the universal symbol of resurrection, or the transition to life after death.

The butterfly is the universal symbol of resurrection, or the transition to life after death.

Late in August my sister, my son, and I took my dad on a tourist train excursion.  The Kiski Junction Railroad is located near where the Kiski and Allegheny Rivers merge and is only a short distance from where my parents formerly lived.  It was a gorgeous warm day.  We had been on this train trip several times when my son Henry was young – in fact we had one of his birthday parties on the train.  Dad had been through so much hell between the death, the funeral, and then moving into an independent living apartment.  We thought he could use an enjoyable day out.

The most interesting thing about this trip, at least for me, is the industrial ruins along the way.  The railroad itself is built on top of the filled in Pennsylvania Main Line Canal.  Timbers and rocks from the old canal are visible on some parts of the ride.  It also goes past at least two different abandoned mines.  One is the old Bagdad coal mine and the other was a tin mine, if memory servers.  In any case they are very creepy and interesting, and even more so for us since my dad’s father (my grandfather) was a mine inspector (fire boss).

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Reconnecting – Sychronicity, Dreams, and Antique Pianos

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Due to the rather intense grieving I experienced I did not have any contact with my mother for most of the summer.   From what I have read, strong emotions – negative ones in particular – block out this kind of contact.  Besides being miserable I was also a major bitch.  I exploded at the slightest frustration.  I doubted all the decisions I’d made about my life, debated putting all of my musical instruments for sale on Ebay, and almost had a nervous breakdown when I had to throw away my dilapidated old stuffed Snoopy dog that I found decaying in my parents’ attic (more about him later).  One of my mother’s roles in my life was to talk me through the various ups and downs of life.  When I got myself (figuratively) out on The Ledge she would talk me down.  Without her around to do that The Ledge had become more or less my permanent domicile.

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I took at trip to North Carolina to visit Lisa – a childhood friend with whom I was reconnected at my mother’s funeral.  Being a young widow (since remarried) she is kind of an expert on grief.  We sat up late many evenings talking about all kinds of things.  She reminded me of how I used to play piano when we were kids.  I was never really taught to do this.  The church had an old piano they needed to get rid of and I was kind of in the market for one at the time.  I really wanted a harp but my parents had no idea how to pull that off so they offered me this piano (don’t feel bad for me – I now own seven harps) .  Three months later I was playing Beethoven piano sonatas.  I had an uncle who told my parents to send me to Julliard.  The politely told him to MYOB – music majors end up working in McDonald’s.  Didn’t he know that?  They continued to insist upon this “fact” until I met my current husband who makes a very good living teaching music, thank you very much.
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What Goes Up Must Come Down

Don’t get me wrong – I am not implying that ADC’s (After Death Communication, as they are known to people who research them) are a get-out-of-jail-free card from the universal experience of bereavement.  Far from it.  The constant sense of presence and energy did not last forever – it lasted for about two weeks.  But it did get me through series of experiences I never thought I would be able to face, the primary one being the funeral.

In light of the signs of continued presence we all felt the funeral seemed very unreal.  It didn’t help that she didn’t look anything like herself.  We didn’t tell the funeral director that she always wore her hair up and with it down she looked like a total stranger.  Even after he changed it, she still didn’t look like herself.  I managed to play harp at the funeral itself.  I never though I would have been able to pull this off!  I remember once, a year or so before any of this happened, my dad got sick and went into the hospital.  Mom was convinced he was going to die any day.  This was before we realized this was coming from an irrational fear inside of her and so we believed her.  She told me about this on my way to church one morning when I was scheduled to play at the 11:00AM service.  She got me so upset I couldn’t play one note.  Yet during a time when I should have been even MORE upset, I played the entire gig effortlessly.
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On The Third Day

That first day, my brother John arrived in PA in the evening with his wife and they stayed in my parents’ house (after ventilating it thoroughly, of course).  My brother Bob was on the next plane out from California and I can’t remember exactly when he arrived, but he was definitely there – also staying at my parents’ house – by the third day.

I’d been up at my parents’ house every day since it happened, as more and more out of town relatives arrived.  But the morning of the third day I remember most.  My dad, my sister, and my two brothers and I were sitting around in the living room, right after I got there.  I noticed we all had the same goofy looking inappropriate grins so I broached the subject.

“You know, I’ve been having the most intense experiences of Mom’s presence the last few days …”

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Ground Zero – The Day That (Re) Started It All

June 11, 2009

My mother had her knee replaced due to rheumatoid arthritis the week before Christmas in 2008.  It was a difficult decision for her and being a retired nurse, she was well aware of the risks with this surgery, and also well aware that she would soon end up in a wheelchair without it.  She was also beginning to experience memory loss and other signs of approaching dementia.  Her mother had Alzheimer’s and we believe that is part of the reason she decided to end her physical life at that time.  She was struggling with many paranoid fears, including being terrified of having to go through the experience of having my dad die.  Her passion in life was her garden, and due to the arthritis she could no longer work in her garden.  The straw that broke the camel’s back was the bad reaction to the pain medication they gave her after the surgery.  She was very ill for 2 months afterwards and never really recovered.  They put her on an anti-depressant medication.  One of the risks during the first few weeks of use is increased risk of suicide.  We do not know for sure if this was a factor.  If she was taking it at all, it was in small enough quantities to not register on the toxicology reports.

She first mentioned suicide to my dad during the worst weeks of this post operative illness.  She wanted him to go with her.  He made it clear that he was not participating.  She did not bring it up again and appeared to be slowly recovering.  We thought she had moved beyond this idea.  But she hadn’t – and it was obviously very well planned and carried out, and rather unbelievable when you consider she was in the beginning stages of dementia and could only get around using a walker!

I remember well the day before it happened.  She called me that afternoon – I was working on a batch of cotton bonnets for a local historical site (I make historical clothing).  We talked for a while – she sounded like her old self again.  It was a very happy, uplifting conversation.  The next door neighbor heard her sitting on the porch talking on the phone all afternoon.  She called practically everyone she knew.
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