When I was looking for my 1st house 2 years ago, I enlisted the help, insight and advice of my mother, sister and brother on an outing. Living in different states, we were never all together involved in an activity without my siblings’ spouses or children. So, it felt like old times growing up, as a well as a unique, new experience. After seeing 4 houses on my ‘possibilities’ list, I told everyone about an open house I had seen advertised the day before. Along with my realtor of 1 year (poor thing!), we decided to check it out, as our last house of the day.
We learned that this was the first time the house had been on the market in over 25 years. After walking through a few of the downstairs rooms, we looked in the dining room. In it was the same dining room set that my maternal grandmother had had. The sideboard cabinet had been the one furniture item that I had wanted to inherit from my grandmother; and, if I had had a house at the time she passed, I may have been able to keep it. We marveled a little and then went upstairs and looked in a bedroom. In the second bedroom, my sister stopped in front of a picture hanging on the wall. “That looks familiar,” she said. “Gram (my paternal grandmother) had that picture!” I said. It was a picture of a cherub angel or Jesus as a child (with blonde hair in any case) and a halo. As we were going back out through the kitchen, I noticed the chairs were also the same ones that my maternal grandmother had had.
Three sightings of items owned by both of my grandmothers! We were caught up in how much we liked the house — and, I think, with the grandmother connection. My mom and my sister said something similar to, “It’s a sign! This is your house.” I breathed in and out, trying to ground myself. “I don’t know if it’s a sign that I’m meant to have the house or not, but they were definitely saying hi to us!!! How often are we all together like this!?!”
I made an offer on the house. It was a very nice, good quality home: and I may also have been caught up in the coincidences. At the same time though, by this point in my life, I had learned that often signs and manifestations occur in my life, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m going to get something, that something will definitely happen or that it is “meant to be”. I was hopeful about the house I liked a lot, but also given to pause a little bit.
Another offer was accepted over mine; although, the female owner thanked me, through my realtor, for my letter about the furniture and picture. A part of me wished I had asked to or been able to buy the furniture.
Today, although I don’t have my grandmother’s sideboard, I have wonderful memories of loved-filled meals in her dining room, as well as my uncles and other family members who shared those meals and some delightful, new, additional family members. And, although I didn’t end up with that particular house, I had an incredible experience of discovering both of my grandmothers’ belongings, while together with important people to me who also loved them so much.
My realtor found a copy of the same child halo picture at a yard sale and gave it me for the closing of the house I did buy. So, now I do have a physical representation of that experience and another good keepsake related to my grandmothers. And, my current house which is a good fit for me.
I am grateful for this experience and others, as well as clairvoyant/mediumship mentors who have added to my understanding that my grandmothers and loved ones continue to support of me on the other side.
(Note: the above is condensed. It may have taken a few moments for a couple of us to say, “Wait, are those Nan’s chairs?… yeah, they are.” But all of the above happened and in the “spirit” described.)
(After thought: how did my grandmothers get that furniture and picture into the house before we all visited it anyway? And, how did we find it? : ) )
