I know the following is long, but its another wonderful personal story that I just had to share here and fits right in with what we discuss.
I can't remember which discussion Alex was in where Alex brought up Strieber's story about being in a cage as a young boy etc. but Alex mentioned he had heard this in a Greg Carlwood HigherSideChats discussion between Greg and Whitley Strieber (2018). I place the post in this thread as I think it was this discussion with Gordon White where this was covered.
So... last week, as I strive to do each day when I take my "power walk" (not so powerfully), I pick one of these MP3s to listen to (yesterday was Alex's most recent release - with Rick DeLano). This time it was the HigherSideChats discussion with Whitley Strieber.
So... when I listened to the 2018 discussion, Strieber told the story where he and his wife, Ann, had made the agreement that whoever might pass on first would, through a friend, let the other know they are fine and 'alive and well' so to speak on the other side. Strieber then tells about his two key data points which... here's the exact story excerpts from
this link -
"We worked out a plan of afterlife communication. The first of us to die would contact friends who had no idea of our plan, and only then contact the loved one. Not two hours after Anne died, I got the first call from such a friend, Belle Fuller, who said to me, "Whitley, the strangest thing just happened. I heard Anne telling me to call you. Is she all right?" (She knew that Anne was ill.) I said to her, "Belle, Anne died an hour and a half ago." This kept happening, and finally I realized that Anne was carrying out our plan."
Strieber then tells Greg Carlwood of another specific incident where the friend calls Strieber and tells Strieber that he had just "gotten a message from Ann to call him" (Strieber).
When I got home from my walk, I shared this precise story with my wife, Cristina, who has the strongest desire that when she passes on, she experiences eternal peace and doesn't want to come back to any world such as this regardless of whether I'm there or, as is my own desire, hoping she would want to meet me again, etc. I shared this story with her mentioning that maybe her soul may have other plans for her! So... keep an open mind. Note, I also promised her that if she ever told me to "buzz off" in any future lifetime, I would honor her request (and I would... that is an unbreakable "self rule" - to honor the wishes of the other).
Now for the next pre-story but relevant information. My wife, Cristina, immigrated to the US in 2017. We have been married since 2002. I had lived out of the country up until 2013 and it was in the fall of 2013 we decided to do the "immigration process" and it took 3.5 years! She arrived on my father's birthday 2017 (my father had passed on, suicide in 1979). My relationship with my mother had never been good and for background (if interested) -
read here.
My greatest wish was that my mother (who was almost 80 when Cristina arrived) would be able to meet Cristina. I was convinced my mother would see/feel Cristina's energy and perhaps consider her son was not such a "bad guy" after all, as there would be no way a "bad guy" could have attracted the love and marriage of such a wonderful, peaceful, talented (an artist like my Mom!), mature woman such as Cristina. Sadly, my mother, who had been suffering from cardio-pulmonary disease had taken a turn for the worse in December and by the time Cristina arrived in January, my Mom wasn't open to visitors. She passed on February 18th, 2017.
The last part to know is that almost a year ago I had taken on the project of creating a website so that Cristina would have a web presence to present her art. I found a designer and recently we completed the project and the site went live a few weeks ago. My next step was to create "business cards" for Cristina that would have her website address and contact info, etc... but I wanted to make sure these cards were different, high quality, etc... and so last week I went to search online for a local business that could assist in producing such. I had searched before and had my notes available yet I felt compelled to search again. Pretty far down the Google first page, I came across a company called '
alphagraphics' and instantly recognized it as the company my Mom used in the 1980s when she was still living here in Dallas. My Mom always worked with the best folks who always did work with integrity and so it felt like a sign and I decided I would reach out to them when they were open. I sent myself an e-mail with their link information as this is how I remind myself of tasks. This morning happened to coincide with a.) their open hours and b.) my energy and enthusiasm to jump on it.
So, with that background established - here's what happened.
I started to dial their number. I got six digits of the ten needed when I heard behind me a loud crash. Behind my desk is a backdrop I recently acquired which I use for Zoom and Skype video calls so I had to get up and look behind the back drop to see what happened. There, wedged between my shredder and the wall was a piece of art my mother had done which was part of a set of two others which Cristina had hung on the wall behind my desk, and thus had been obscured from view when I set up the backdrop. It had somehow come crashing down and this was the source of the loud crashing noise. Fortunately, the glass and frame were fine and no damage to the drawing occurred... and once I saw that, it suddenly hit me.
The timing could not have been any more uncanny - literally in the middle of dialing the number to alphagraphics, one of three "boot" drawings had come crashing down. The significance of these boot drawings has its own history too. I had been given an original set done by my Mom back in the mid-nineties. My divorce from my first wife, a harrowing episode of my life no different than depicted in the movie, "The War of the Roses" with the sole exception we didn't literally kill each other. But my ex had destroyed the boot drawings along with just about every other irreplaceable possession that she knew held huge meaning for me. My mother wasn't happy at all when she learned they were "gone" and regardless of the fact my ex had done the deed, she blamed me (as she had blamed me for many, many things). So just like the story I shared regarding my son and his car title (for those who might have read it), the significance of this specific piece of my mother's art transcends in meaning (to me) all other pieces of her art she ever did. That my sister, after our mother's death, had given me
her "boot drawings" (less one as my original grouping had 4 and she only had 3)... this set the stage for this incredible "call" from my Mom, as this is how I have chosen to interpret the incident.
Just like Whitley Strieber got phone calls from friends telling him Ann had told the friend to call Whitley. Considering I had just last week listened to Whitley sharing the story with Greg Carlwood (done two years ago). That I felt compelled to share this story with my wife just after hearing it (again, last week). That I discovered the same graphics company my Mom had always used (last week) yet only felt compelled to finally call them this morning. And in the midst of dialing their number, one of her boot drawings comes crashing to the floor (though undamaged! thankfully). That it was Cristina who had hung the drawings (with a dubious method) but with heartfelt intentions (as I may never have hung them). And then at just the right moment... during a stretch of time that could not have spanned more then 3 or 4 seconds (to dial a number - to "make a call"). BOOM!
I hope I was able to convey the experience properly. It is powerfully meaningful to me. I know she knows I love her dearly.
Here's relevant artifacts -
Screenshot of the dialed numbers when the crash happened -
Here's what I saw when I went to investigate -
This shows the place it fell from and the two other boot drawings still hanging. You can see the drywall screw all but fully dislodged and angling downward -
Here's the actual drawing in case folks want to see it -