He Still Walks With You September 12, 2018
While preparing to leave Canada I had many things to take care of, including getting Miss Mali ready. She needed her shots and her passport, so to speak. This meant she needed clearance from both governments, papers legalized, and all the necessary shots, something I do not believe in but when in Rome……
On one such visit to have papers signed I met a woman who had the gift of seeing the spirit world. I imagine this is not something she shares with just anyone who comes through the door, but I was fortunate enough to receive her gift of sharing. We were talking about my trip and the reasons I was leaving, including the most important one of finding my family. I explained that my father was from Argentina and it was because of him I was taking this great leap of faith. This was when she asked me some pointed questions, surprising me completely.
“Does he have dark hair and a moustache, a beard?” “Yes,” I replied.
“Is it short?”
I said he wore it both short and longer, shoulder length.
“Is it very full, a bit curly?”
“Yes,” I replied again, nodding my head with excitement.
“Well, he walks with you still, he is with you now.” And she added, “I was wondering how I was going to give you ease, and now I know.”
I broke down at that moment, thinking to myself that this was definitely not something I expected to hear today, here of all places. These unexpected gifts have come to me many times during my life, each one helping me to add to the puzzle, giving me a clearer picture of this man, my father.
While driving on the highway to this appointment I had a beautiful experience, which felt important at the time. After receiving this woman’s encouraging words I knew it was indeed an important spirit message.
On the way to this appointment in Swift Current I was looking for spirit signs, something begun many years before with my children and husband, Patrick. When I saw a hawk fly up out of the ditch as I was nearing the spot where it was hidden, I paid close attention. It was not hard as I was almost on top of it. The hawk flew towards me, perfectly timing its lift up and over the car right beside my door, precisely as I drove past this particular spot. Having slowed down to take in this moment—this exceptional moment—I watched as it landed on the other side of the highway.
At the work later that afternoon I was eating my dinner outside because the office at the golf course was not very busy as it had been raining. It was a beautiful evening and the fresh air felt wonderful. Three peace eagles* joined me, flying overhead. This has always been an important bird for me because of the many dreams in which it came to me, bringing me messages.
On this day with all that happened it seemed a special spirit sign, one which I held very close. In five days I would be leaving Canada forever and was getting quite nervous about all I was about to go through. I was pretty scared about the whole venture, having never done anything of this magnitude on my own. To have these peace eagles join me on this significant day was a very welcome indication I was on the right path.
*The vulture, referenced in native culture as the peace eagle because it does not kill to survive.
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