My mother loved animals. Until a few days ago, this is not something I remembered about her. Maybe I never knew.
I have always found great comfort being with animals, no judgement, just unconditional love. When I was little, because we were not allowed to have animals due to Helen’s view they were smelly dirty things, I would sit by the shed outside and wait for the neighbours cat to come visit. As soon as I lived in my own home, I got a puppy, the first in a long line of pets to come over the years. Mali will be the last, because although I do miss the company of an animal, I no longer wish to be responsible for another souls life. I never want to be in a position where such a sacrifice may be asked of me again.
When I read about my mothers love for animals, it did not really sink in immediately, how important this piece of knowledge was. Growing up as I did, forbidden to have a pet, yet always looking to bond with anyone’s animal, it gives me a small connection to my birth mother.
March 25, 2022
Something else just learned today, very surprisingly my mother loved patchouli. Finally I understand why I have such a strong love for patchouli, something I began to wear while we were living in Creston BC. Timing is amazing, always fascinated by such things, I now see I began to wear patchouli around the time of my mother’s death in 1994. I believe I first smelled the scent in a health food store in Nelson and was instantly given comfort, so had to buy it. There were times over the years when even though I had not worn it for awhile, I could smell it around me, just fleetingly. This would remind me to wear it again, but it also started me wondering why I was firstly so attracted to the scent and second who was in the spirit world reminding me of its importance in my life. Because it was indeed very important to me to always have some in my home whether I wore it or not. Below is an excerpt from an article written in “Towne & Country” magazine, the link to the article itself below that.
In 1968, on the very day that Aristotle Onassis asked Jackie to marry him (and slipped a 40-karat marquise-cut diamond ring on her finger), he bought her a bottle of Krigler’s Lovely Patchouli 55 from the storied perfume boutique that had delighted Plaza guests and VIP patrons since 1931. Jackie wasn’t new to the shop’s luxe scents, says Ben Krigler, the business’s 5th-generation owner. “She would come very often to the Plaza for tea with the children, and just like a lot of celebrities do today, she would pass by and try out perfumes.”
When her fiancé gifted her with Lovely Patchouli 55, she fell hard. “It became known as the Jackie O scent because she started wearing it when she became Jackie O,” Krigler says.
As the last fragrance completed by the perfumery’s founder Albert Krigler before his death, Lovely Patchouli 55was already a very special eau. “Albert traveled from France to the Philippines himself to source the patchouli flowers,” Krigler says. “He was 92 years old at the time, so that tells you important it was to him to get the highest quality raw materials in the world. It was his idea to create a fragrance that was woody, but not too overpowering, floral, but with depth.”
When it was first introduced in 1955, it was quite revolutionary. “In those days, women would wear very simple floral scents and men would wear something tobacco-ish,” Krigler says. “So it was a big statement to create a fragrance that was all about patchouli, and make it neutral enough that it could be worn by either gender.”
So now for the explanation as to how I learned this wonderful fact only this morning.
March 23, 2022
This comes after some serious praying for answers, proof of my story to ease the ongoing difficult feelings of sorrow. Without the usual emotion connected to the almost demanding request for clarification of some kind, I had a very focused prayer the evening before this happened:
During the night I was conscious of a clash of the Titans. A loud cosmic bang which could be heard and felt here on the earthly plane. I’m not sure that I really woke up or just became aware of this loud bang as if it was in my home. I must have woke because I was trying to identify where the noise could have come from and what could possibly have fallen in order to make such a loud bang. This is when I realized the bang was felt rather than heard – it was more energy than sound, as if impossibly, I was in the sound. Peace came with this bang which was gentle yet forceful, loud yet silent. Understanding it was spiritual rather then physical allowed me to drift back into sleep. There were no dreams to remember, no strong topics of conversation to write, just this curiosity as to what could have sparked this clash. Was it just for my benefit? Meaning was it specifically to do with the cat/Christine and the energy fight I’m having with them? Or was it bigger than that?
It was almost eerily quiet this morning when I truly did wake up. I began to wonder if I was really here, or transported to another plane, one far less intrusive of my space. After enjoying the incredibly peaceful time, allowing myself to absorb the calmness, reality checked in with the passing of a train and the start-up of the granary. Total silence in our world is a rare and precious gift.
Interestingly enough I was called to the big window in my paint room in time to see my first hawk of the season. The clouds look like Angel wings and birds this morning, so I feel blessed by the sonic boom, a good omen!
If you can find no physical world origin for the sound, what you have heard is spiritual and called a rapport. Rapports are the sonic boom of the Spirit World.
A rapport occurs when a Spirit traveling in a high-frequency dimension zips through our lower frequency dimension.
An energetic wave called a shock wave is produced. A shock wave occurs when any energetic wave is moving faster than the local speed of sound in its surrounding fluid.
When a Spirit is traveling really fast to meet you on the physical level, a mini Spirit sonic boom can happen.
What you’ve heard can be the sound of a Spirit traveling to you or traversing the veil between the two worlds to communicate. I like to think of this sound as the sound of a communication gateway opening up connecting realms.
In cases when you are meditating, alone in contemplation (as I was when I heard it), or otherwise going inward, the Spirit is likely your Spirit Guide.
Other experts in my field think this sound can be connected to the pineal gland’s calcifications to be breaking off.
On this night Wednesday the 23rd after doing my meditation and just as I was drifting into sleep, I heard hands clapping in the corner of my bedroom. This brought clarity the boom heard during the early morning hours of this same day was connected to a spirit energy who wished to get my attention. I fell asleep with a strong sense of being comforted and loved. For the first time it was unrelated to my father.
Thursday March 24, 2022
This evening while I was relaxing after work, I began to smell perfume. It was really a lovely scent, but I could not help but be curious because I never wear perfume, truly I hate the smell of pretty much every perfume worn today by other women, so this peaked my interest. It’s maybe surprising to hear me say I understood the perfume was expensive, simply because of how pleasant it was, not intrusive, so this really got me to wonder first where it was coming from and second who could possibly be wearing it. Who would be standing near my open window long enough to ensure I would be able to smell their perfume. That it came and went made it even more of a curiosity and although I was very tired, and not really in the mood for this mystery, I began to wonder out of the blue what kind of perfume my mother wore. Could the last two experiences be connected to her, her spirit?
March 25, 2022
This morning upon waking, the desire to find out what kind of perfume my mother wore became quite important. It seemed strange to have this need to know because I would not be able to smell it, nor be given the opportunity to find a bottle to do so in order to confirm or deny it was connected to my mother. My understanding what she wore would have been very expensive was the only surety I had at this point, so I knew it would not be available in my area. Why such a strong need to know then? Well as you can see from the article above, the reason is very clear. I always presumed it was my surrogate grandmother who wore the patchouli, and there is a very good chance she did, perhaps first introducing the scent to my mother.
The answer to my prayers seem to have led me to this piece of information which was truly a surprise. Never would I have considered it was my mother who was the inspiration behind my desire to wear patchouli. To me the Jackie Kennedy the world knew was more connected to the scent which kept dancing around me in my paint room last night. I cannot dismiss the importance of receiving this puzzle piece as it would never even have occurred to me to check into such a seemingly small detail of my mother’s life. I am not one to show interest in such trivialities, my desire to learn about the world of the elite non existent. The truth has always been during these years of discovery, I have not been so terribly interested in my mother, her likes or dislikes, simply because I fear, she put me in the hole I had to work my whole life to climb out of. Being abandoned to such a life of turmoil, essentially being locked out of her world, never being given the opportunity to learn the truth and then have to learn my story through spirit, caused me to turn away from her and all she was. That she is here with me now can only mean there are more surprises on the way!
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