The Bird In Our Bedroom
My brother John and his wife were visiting over Memorial Day weekend 2023. It was their Brown reunion so they stayed with us in Barrington, RI, 15 minutes from Brown.
I get up wicked early and was practicing Prana Power Yoga before anyone was awake and while on my mat I felt my mom. I feel people on the other side, in the non-physical. They guide me all day every day. π§βοΈππ»π―π€π«
Mom was happy John was here. β€οΈπ
I asked her to show me a sign. ππ»
I finished my practice, meditated and was eating breakfast.
Philippe came banging down the kitchen stairs (which are quite narrow and steep, he usually takes the other stairs) and seemed a bit worked up. Not like my HH.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There’s a bird π¦… in our bedroom,” he explained.
“Yup, that’s my Mom,” I smiled. π
Philippe didn’t skip a beat (we’ve been together since 2000, he’s used to this kinda stuff). He went back up to our bedroom, with a broom. π§Ή
A few minutes later, he came down again and asked, “Do you wanna help me?”π§Ή (Also unusual, he rarely asks for help).
I said, “Sure, lemme eat first. Gimme one sec….” (I was hungry.π)
He walked back up with broom. π§Ή
My Mom was like, “Go help him. Show him your power. I will fly out when you come in.” ππ»π―β€οΈπ«
“Oy! Ok,” I said, Stomach growling. π
I walked up to our bedroom… and she flew out.
I said to my HH, “No need for the broom π§Ή (action), it’s all about the power of the focus π§βοΈ of your mind.” (focus belief)
"You have to believe. " ππ»
Walked down and ate my breakfast.
