“Paul, you will not know real peace of mind until you truly understand the interconnectedness of all souls.”
David Dewey, February 1998
With Rob’s unexpected arrival on the scene in my conversation with Dee, I had been taken aback. Answering her question, I responded “He [Scott] met him a couple of times.” “Yeah, he met him, but you knew Rob,” she continued, “he’s telling me this. He didn’t really know him, but they’re acquainted now.” “No kidding,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Somewhat nervously, to fill the void, I asked “How’s Robby doing?” “He’s doing fine. Very, very good. Robby lost a lot of weight before he passed over and he’s telling you that it’s all filled out again now.” She chuckled as she went on, but I was uncomfortable. “He’s doing very well, he has his new body and that scroungy old body’s gone. That’s what he’s telling you. He’s very happy.”
“You know,” she said, “I think Rob’s been here pretty much all day. This morning I had a lady here from New York, used to be an actress on the soaps, and I was reading her and Rob kept trying to butt in.” That sounds just like him, I laughed. “I asked her once, ‘Who’s Rob?,’ and she said ‘I don’t know.’ I said ‘I know you don’t, he’s just here.’ So that’s where he’s connected. He’s connected with Scott.”
Dee’s vision then led her in a different direction. Her attention was to return to Rob, but she now resumed a conversation with Scott. In the relaxed and intimate series of images that followed, casual communications from the other side, Scott again inquired after my mother, admired the annual bromeliad flowers blooming in the landscape we’d installed in the front yard garden, and wondered whether the refinancing of our home begun before his death had gone through. I smiled as I thought of the two exotic red and purple blooms that burst forth every year on the precise anniversary of Scott’s death. We’d stopped to admire together the first just days before his death, and the second had bloomed, as a promise, in the days immediately thereafter. So he had had a chance to enjoy the second flowering, after all!
“That’s what he wants to know, see,” Dee went on, referring to the refinancing. “He doesn’t know everything, he sees what you’re doing, but…As I told you, he relays messages to me through his mind but doesn’t always pick up on what you’re doing. He says where you’re looking, he sees, sometimes he knows what you’re thinking. But that’s what he wants to know, if the refinancing went through and was everything all right.” His response when I answered in the affirmative, she reported, was “Oh, goody!”
He liked the funeral service, she said, and was appreciative of it. She suddenly burst into laughter, reporting that “he’s saying there were people there that he didn’t even know were his friends! He says every time there’s somebody laying out, there’s people coming out of the woodwork like they were your best friends.” Recalling the crowded ceremony, I smiled as I thought to myself “That sure sounds like Scott. Exactly like him.” With his relentless focus and his keen wit, Scott had taken pleasure in puncturing the solemnity of many a dignified event groaning under the weight of its own importance. Rarely had laughter seemed any sweeter than on such occasions.
“Let me ask you,” she said, “does your phone ring sometimes…and there’s nobody there?” “Yes,” I answered, thinking back over the past few weeks. “That’s him,” she said. A sweet idea, I thought, but isn’t that a little ridiculous? Talk about long distance! “Can he do that?,” I asked, incredulous. Dee laughed as she responded “Oh, yes, very much so. He said that he’s trying to let you know he’s there. Sometimes you forget.” “Yeah, I do,” I acknowledged. “I know,” she continued. “He sees that more and more, but he’s happy about it. He wants you to move on with your life. He does feel that way. But if he feels that he wants to say something to you, he will ring the phone. So kind of put your mind on him when that happens. Cause by the time you answer it’s like nobody’s ever touched a phone to ring you. He knows.”
I smiled as I pondered the idea. Like many of Dee’s visions, I found this one poetic, a poignant metaphor for communication. Whether true or not, the idea brought me peace. “But if he could open that big old window in the gym,” I thought, “why can’t he make the phone ring? And Scott did love the telephone…”
What could it mean, I wondered, this relaxed conversation with the other side about various mundane issues in my life? Of what moment to a soul bathed in glory, I pondered, might be the affairs of man, whether a front-yard garden in bloom or a refinancing? I did not know, but nevertheless found comfort in the conversation’s easy flow. To me the messages spoke of compassion for my plight, the comforting simplicity of an ongoing connection and a love beyond understanding. Just as part of me had gone with him, part of him had apparently remained here with me. Perhaps the separation that felt so real truly was an illusion. “If these things are important to you as you walk your journey,” I felt him saying, “they are to me also. All things are transformed and given meaning by love.” Had he not told me that we were still together on the growth path, to “Remember my love and claim that now is the time, now is the glory, now we are both where we need to be?”
Suddenly, Dee made a comment I did not understand. A window of perspective was about to open further illuminating the world of spirit. “He said to tell you that 1986 and 1987 were your best years together. Does that make sense to you?” Not really, I responded, because I hadn’t met Scott until 1990. “Oh, wait a minute,” I said, a realization dawning on me, “that might be Robbie talking. Those are the years I was with him.” There he goes again, I thought, butting in. Still giving me a pain in the ass from the other side! But the message he and Scott brought to me that day was a beautiful one, one of reconciliation. “O.K., that’s it,” Dee exclaimed, “Rob’s there. I think he’s telling Scott how happy you were. He’s allowed to do that. They no longer know jealousy. No, they’re in spirit now and they are as the angels.
“That doesn’t bother Scott?” I asked. “No,” she replied definitely. “His feelings about that are, he’s happy that someone was here making you happy.” “Before we met?” “Right, before you met. Then, there’s going to be somebody else and you’ll all be intertwined in some way. You are going to meet somebody else, this is what he’s telling you. He’s friendly with Rob, though I get the feeling things weren’t so good between them when they were living.” She’s definitely right about that one, I thought to myself, recalling Scott’s strong reaction upon their meeting. “Again, it’s all intertwined,” she continued. “It’s all like a oneness in the universe, cause when you’re together over there, it’s going to be all together. It’s good, that’s what he’s telling you.” Though Dee’s words were beautiful, I found them disturbing. I don’t want to be in any kind of cosmic threesome with Rob, I thought to myself. I mean, we’re talking about infinity. Don’t I get a choice here? All I want is Scott.
Scott and I had shared something unique and special, damn it, and in retrospect part of me found perverse comfort in the isolation that seemed the necessary cost of such rare beauty. It seemed to me that Rob’s presence and involvement, or in short his ongoing relation, somehow invaded my privacy and diminished my most significant relationship.
Well, I supposed, the formality of invitations aren’t required in the spirit world!
To Chapter 21
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