The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
Copyright Sally Sotelo, 1996
This is just a silly little story, but it's something I'll always remember. And of course it will always be a special experience to me. About a year ago this last September, I lost one of my dearest and closest friends to breast cancer. Her name was\is Diane. Over the years, Diane and I had some very deep and thought provoking discussions, on a great many subjects. She was well traveled and a fascinating person to converse with.
As her illness progressed ,our conversations turned to much deeper subjects such as the transition of passing over, life after death, reincarnation, etc... One night in particular we were talking about Edgar Cayce, and the experiences he'd had in communicating with loved ones who had passed on, and we made a pact with one another that if we could, we would do everything in our power to communicate with the other one left behind. Since we wouldn't know what our limitations would be like until we got there of course, we would just always have to try and leave ourselves open to our feelings, and try to pay attention to any signals that there may be.
So anyway, about four months after her death, for about five nights straight I had the most incredible dreams about her. But one of the most vivid and the one that stayed with me the most was one in which she was telling me about a bell that someone in my dream had mounted on a telephone pole and she was telling me that they had done this so that the spirit of their departed loved one could ring it when they were near, so that the other would know. Well, the next day of course I went out and bought a pretty little brass bell, only I didn't hang it outside on the telephone pole of course, I hung it just above a picture I keep of her on my wall.
Nothing really happened until about two weeks after this. I was standing in my kitchen doing dishes and my 14-year old daughter walked in and suddenly started talking to me about ghosts. She asked me whether I believed in ghosts or not. She said that she knew that Diane visited with us at home sometimes. She said she didn't consider Diane a ghost, however, but explained that she just sensed her presence around us quite often. She said that she knew it was Diane because she could just "feel" her, and somehow that made her feel better, like at those times it was as if Diane never even left.
She then said that she just wished there was some way that she could talk to her. She wondered if I believed her and\or if I even thought any of this was possible. Well, I took a deep breathe while letting my response form in my mind completely before answering her, and in those few seconds, right between us, but a little higher than our heads, my wind chimes that I have hanging in my window rang out loud and clear and drew the attention of both of us to them. Then I just started laughing to myself , because you see, my window wasn't open, nor had there been a breeze or anything that would have caused those chimes to ring like that...or my heart to sing like it did at that moment. Of course, my daughter thought I was losing my mind until I explained it to her. But I knew then with absolute certainty that it was Diane, sealing the pact we had made to each other all those months before, and in this way letting me know that she was okay and that she missed us too.
To this day I just have to smile whenever I think about that day. But then I always seem to end up smiling when I think about her and what a good friend she was.
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