Since this is October and is the season of Halloween, i have decided to share, over the course of the next few weeks some Ghost story’s of mine.
Now, most people are not aware of this but I am a member of the New order of Bards and Druids, a spiritual group that follows some tenants of the old way’s of Druidism. This has over the course of the last 35 years allowed me to open my mind up to other senses that may be out there in our universe. Also growing up in a house that was over 100 years old when i lived in it provided me with some interesting story’s, some of which i have already published on this site.
This first story occurred the other day, so let me begin…Merle was an old friend of mine from my College day’s in the 70’s and a founding member in our little Grove of Druid believers. He was the main man in this Grove and the one who really kept it going well into the late 90’s when commitments and dwindling membership led us to dissolve the Grove on an operational level. We had meetings on occasion, but they were few and far between and when he moved to Vancouver for business reasons the end of an Era occurred. We stayed in contact and the few times he came back to the area we got together and the spiritual connection stayed, and that is where this story get’s spooky.
Friday morning i awoke at around 4:35 am with a sudden and sharp pain in my left foot and was accompanied by shivers that i could not explain. However it passed and i was able to get back to sleep and awoke at my usual time like nothing was wrong. Boy was i incorrect there, for at 11:30 am i received a phone call from merles daughter in Vancouver informing me that Merle had died of a heart attack at approximately 1:35 am pacific time, 4:35 our time. Was Merle trying to contact me at that moment to say goodbye? Well that is for others to decide, and as for my sore foot that morning, well Merle had a club foot, yes his left foot was the one!
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