Thursday, September 26, 2013

Dimes from Heaven?

I'm not sure where to share this, but I gotta talk.

I very emphatically did NOT believe in an afterlife...until yesterday.

As some of you readers know, my wife Sa and I lost our best friend about a year ago. I often argued with him about ghosts, afterlife, and the Beyond. He was a big believer; claimed he could see the dead, communicated with his dead aunt via a medium...all that. I really thought it was all hooey.

After he died, my wife, also a believer, started telling me she was finding mysterious coins everywhere. No big surprise, as I'm not good about removing spare change from my pockets. But I'd roll my eyes every time she said she thought they were from Kent.

Then, yesterday morning. Breakfast. Sa had been at the computer in our home office, commenting on Facebook about something Kent would have had strong opinions about; thinking about him. I set down my cereal and coffee on the dining room table. Sa went into the kitchen.  I went to the living room to fetch my tablet to read the news.

As I walked back into the dining room, I heard something small clatter to the floor. Sa was in the still in the kitchen. I said "What was that?"

I had heard where it landed, on the other side of the table. I walked around the table. Precisely in the middle of the floor, directly in front of a beautiful piece of furniture that we had taken as a memento from Kent's house, was a dime. My sense of the sound was that it had fallen from between four and eight feet, and landed without rolling or bouncing on the hardwood floor, like the Ring in Lord of the Rings. I looked around. It simply couldn't fallen from anywhere physical.  The nearest piece of clothing was several feet away. I had been re-entering the room from the far side. I was still in my sleepwear...no pockets. Sa hadn't left the kitchen. There had been no movement in the room.  I said, "It's a dime. It looks like a dime just fell from the ceiling."

Curious, I thought, as I picked it up and put it on the table. Sa told me it was Kent, and I laughed it off, finished my breakfast, moved on. But after a couple of hours, I became unsettled. I went back to the dining room to have another look at that dime. It was still sitting on the dining room table.

Next to a second dime that I swear wasn't there before.

My view of the universe has been rocked a bit. Still processing.

Do you have a "dimes from heaven" story?


UPDATE Sun. Oct. 6

I've spent a day thinking about whether to post this, because it's...well, it's intense, and personal. But I started this thread, and you've been kind enough to contribute, so you should know.

*deep breath*

Bear with my story.

Two nights ago after Sa's show, we got home about midnight and Di came in for a nightcap. I told Di I needed to show her exactly what happened with the dropped dimes last week. In order to do the demonstration, I needed two dimes. I thought maybe the original two dimes were still on our dining room table, but I didn't see them there. The table also had some stuff on it (you know how dining room tables can get), and I wanted to clear it off to approximate its state on the morning of the dropped dimes.

So, while Sa and Di chatted outside, I cleared off the table, especially the half where I had placed the first dime and where the second dime had appeared. I looked at the table, approved it for the demo. My clearing hadn't turned up the two dimes, so I went to a little Sa bitty bowl in our office. where there were three dimes…two of them probably the ones from the day of the dime drop, that Sa had bussed. I took two of them for the demo.

I called Sa and Di in from outside. They stood around the table. Holding the two dimes in my hand, I described the dropping sound I had heard, placed a dime on the floor to show Di where I had found it, and put it on the table, just as I had that morning. Then, without moving, I explained that I had gone about my business and come back two hours later to find a second dime next to the first. I put down the second dime to show where it had appeared.

As I took my hand away from the table, I saw…I shit you not…two MORE dimes eight inches to the left of the two I had just placed. I immediately shouted "Okay, where the FUCK did those dimes come from?!?"

Di and Sa had both been staring at the table the whole time. I had searched the table for dimes TWICE in the previous five minutes and found none. We all agreed. Those dimes were simply NOT THERE ten seconds before. And then they were.


See the attached pics. Don't tell me that none of the three of us would have noticed those other two dimes, set in precisely parallel orientations of Roosevelt's profile, in a flower in the tablecloth design. In the bad cellphone photo, the two "new" dimes at the top of frame are dark spots in the flower design that look more like pennies, but I'm posting the closeup, too.



Yes, that happened. Again, I shit you not. You can ask Diane Laskin or Sa Winfield.

9 comments:

Jeff Cooper said...

maybe Fred put the second one there just to f with ya.

Jess Winfield said...

No doubt.

Jarl Von Hoother said...

Which is why I neither believe nor disbelieve in heaven. I'll find out when the time comes.

tompaine said...

I am the biggest skeptic about everything. I wouldn't believe airplanes could fly if I hadn't actually been in one. Google Cokeville Elementary School Hostage Crisis. There have been a couple books and a TV doc and movie about it. You may start considering things you never would have considered before in that regard.

Greg Bell said...

Cool story, Jess - and unsettling. It invites reconsideration of the world view. I have no such story of communication with/from 'the other side,' though I often find myself addressing my departed dad. If he responds, it's beyond my ken.

Greg Bell said...

I can, however, address the assumptions of the materialist who considers all reality lies within the normal purview of the five senses. I've had out-of-body experiences. The last of those was when I was in hospital with tubes in every orifice (not to mention the needles and stints.) I can attest to the fact that outside the body I escaped the pain. Occasionally, I'd go exploring, but mostly I'd hover. I could 'see,' but it was like looking in a funhouse mirror - or through the glass darkly...

Jess Winfield said...

Thanks for sharing, Greg. My own firm lack of belief in an afterlife was due to my mom, who promised to communicate from the beyond and has not. Perhaps death has as many different, unique possible paths as life. I guess we'll find out.

Jess Winfield said...

Thanks for sharing, Greg. My own firm lack of belief in an afterlife was due to my mom, who promised to communicate from the beyond and has not. Perhaps death has as many different, unique possible paths as life. I guess we'll find out.

Bridget Fonger said...

Love this. A couple weeks ago i had a reading with a quite renowned medium. She is so well known that one must wait months before getting an appointment. 9/11 was my appointment. She got on the phone and was setting up the tape recorder (yes still old school because she can't have wifi and other high level electronics in the room) and she was hacking up a lung. I thought "Wow this is going to be an interesting reading given she can not even catch her breath." This lasted several minutes because she had accidentally also forgotten something in another room. In the middle of the hacking she said "Wow spirit is already grabbing me and I haven't even started." Finally, she starts and says "OK before we do anything, who is the person who died of lung disease, lung complications...I feel like I can't breathe." My dad. The reason I had booked the reading. As soon as I said "my dad" the coughing ceased. She was NOT sick. Not in the least. It was him. Later she said "who is the smoker. The smell of smoke in this room is very intense...who smoked?" My dad. She said "Oh he wanted your attention again. He says..." No more smoke. But EVER SINCE THE DAY HE DIED (and I lived in another house when he died) he has been knocking the lids off the apothecary jars in my bathroom. WHEN NO ONE IS IN THE ROOM. If you inspected them you would say "No these are too heavy and secure to come off." My ass they are! My dad was, and is, strong.