Mixed Signals, a Visit from
Waylon Jennings, and a Lighter
Heart
So, lately I’ve
been reading up on a lot of
different subjects dealing
with unusual gifts. One thing
that keeps recurring in almost
all of them is to trust your
instincts, but also to look
for signs--signs of
foretelling, signs of what to
welcome and what to be afraid
of, and signs to light your
way or make clear the path you
should take. There are signs
and signals everywhere if you
choose to really look at the
world around you and open
yourself up to experience any
psychic vibes. There were
chapters on recognizing
signals through meditation,
yoga, kinesthetic (physical)
sensations, electrical
sensations, exercises to
develop and use the third eye,
and also through really paying
attention to the world around
you.
All this
information---but none to help
me out with one simple
question: If you get two
distinctly different signals
about one thing, which do you
trust?
Case in point:
my niece.
After years of
trying to find her after her
father abducted her, she was
finally found in Mexico. She
had left an average, 10 year
old girl; when she came back,
she was 16, married, and three
months earlier, had lost twin
boys at the beginning of her 6th
month. She left a child, and
came back an adult. To her
credit, she doesn’t waste any
time pointing fingers or
carrying around bitterness.
She just goes on with her
life--a life that includes her
husband and their life
together. They both work
full-time and they pay for
rent, bills, and groceries all
on their own.
Shortly after
the New Year, I had a dream in
which I saw my mother-in-law
(who passed away from cancer
last November) across the
street from where she lived
once. She crossed the street,
and as she got closer, I was
astounded to see that she was
visibly pregnant! I didn’t
say anything to her, and when
she got to me, she put her
hand on her swollen belly,
looked at me, and said simply
“There’s a baby coming,” and
then she turned around and
went back across the street,
and I woke up.
Now, let me
just say that when I woke up,
I was a bit freaked out. Not
so much about seeing my
mother-in-law, but more the
fact of her telling me that
there was a baby on the way.
I love my children with my
entire being, but quite
simply, two is just right for
me. I had my tubes tied in
2000, a decision I’ve NEVER
regretted to this day. So, I
didn’t feel that her words
were about me, but that
someone in my husband’s family
was going to be expecting.
But the question was, who?
Later that
month, my niece celebrated her
17 birthday by inviting us all
over for a BBQ at her house.
Whereupon, she informed
everyone there that she was
pregnant. She had gone to the
doctor, and the initial due
date was placed at the
beginning of October.
Ah-ha!! THERE was the
connection. The baby on the
way was hers. Case closed.
Or so I
thought.
A couple weeks
after that, we went to visit
my niece to see how she was
feeling, and that was the
first time that I “felt”
something about her
pregnancy. She was talking
about her morning sickness,
work, etc… when suddenly, out
of the clear blue sky, I just
thought to myself “She‘s not
having a baby. She is having
two again.” As she kept
talking, I kind of droned her
out and really tried to open
myself up to what I was
feeling. And I honestly felt
two separate energies coming
from her; both very new,
bright, and positive. I
mentioned it later to my
husband, who felt that maybe I
was picking up on some latent
vibes from her last pregnancy
with the twin boys. And,
after all, in my dream, my
mother-in-law had plainly said
a baby, not babies. So, I
decided that he was probably
right…but it still didn’t keep
it from nagging at my mind.
For a woman who
wasn’t due until early
October, it was intriguing to
see that, by the end of March,
my niece already had quite the
baby belly going on. My
brother’s wife has twin girls,
and I remember how they had
first suspected she was having
twins was because of how fast
that baby pooch developed on
her. So, I was confronted
with both the physical signals
of a multiple pregnancy, plus
I still really felt very
separate energies coming from
her abdomen. But, I kept
going back to the dream. And
in the dream it was very
clearly one baby.
It was no
surprise to me or my husband
when my niece called and said
that her doctor had scheduled
an ultrasound for her over
concerns that because she
seemed to be showing more than
she should at that point in
time, that perhaps she might
be having twins. At this
point, I finally decided to
accept that my feelings had
been right, and there were two
babies, not just one as my
mother-in-law had said.
Imagine my
surprise and utter confusion
therefore, when my niece
called after her appointment,
and reported that there was
just one baby on the way after
all. The reason she had been
showing so much was that,
according to the ultrasound,
she was much further along
than what the doctor had
originally thought. Her due
date was moved from the
beginning of October to
somewhere in late August.
Regardless of the strong
feelings I’d had, the fact is
my mother-in-law was right.
There IS just one baby.
So, back to my
original question---How could
I get two very different
signals about this one thing?
I honestly did not know which
to go with. I was inclined to
go with my feelings and trust
my intuition, but at the same
time, I couldn’t quite let go
of what my mother-in-law had
told me in my dream. All the
physical evidence pointed
towards twins even. Signals
and signs everywhere---but
only ONE of them, which had
been the odd man out, had been
proven to be correct.
How do you know
which feeling or experience to
trust when you have mixed
signals? Or were there other
signs that I missed along the
way? How do you know what to
trust?
He was one of
country music’s “Outlaws”,
along with the likes of Willie
Nelson and Kris
Kristofferson. He had dark,
larger-than-life, good looks
and a strong, satiny-smooth
voice. He captured my
mother’s heart with his
singing, and never let it go.
He passed away February 13th,
2002, from complications from
diabetes. His name was Waylon
Jennings.
Growing up, one
of two kinds of music was
played in our house--AM radio
or Waylon Jennings. I never
much cared for Waylon, but I
hated AM radio worse! So, I
knew every word to every song
every recorded by him. Well,
I thought I did, anyway. For
years, I honestly believed
that part of the verse to the
song “Lucille” went like
this:
“You picked a
fine time to leave me,
Lucille.
Four hundred
children got lost in the
field.”
(yes, yes, Kenny Rogers did
"Lucille," but Waylon Jennings
did as well!)
I often would
think to myself that that must
be one hell of a field! Four
hundred kids getting lost in
one field? Where were their
mommy’s and daddy’s, or
babysitters? Why was there no
one watching over these 400
kids? And the song never
said whether anyone actually
found all those kids. I
thought that maybe the movie
“Children of the Corn” was
about those 400 children who,
having never been found,
turned into evil, mutant
children, and they finally
found the way out of that damn
field, and were killing off
all their parents for not
looking hard enough for them
all those years.
I was in my
late twenties before I finally
realized that the song
actually said:
“You picked a
fine time to leave me,
Lucille.
Four hungry
children and a crop in the
field.”
My mother, who
oddly enough has the middle
name Lucille, still hasn’t let
me live it down. And probably
won’t.
Anyhoo, so
while he was a big part of my
mom’s life, I never thought
that much of him. H e was a
good singer, but not “my
style”. I was sad when he
passed away, but more so out
of sympathy for my mom, who
was very broken up over it.
But he visited
me the other night. Or I just
dreamt about him. I don’t
know.
He had a small
kitten with him, a little
black fur ball that he called
“Trouble”. I wanted to hold
the kitten, and he handed him
to me, but said to be careful
of his claws, because he was
“ornery” and “mighty
particular” about how he was
held. I was told to run on
home and give him to my mom.
He said that her cat was
getting on in years (which is
very true), and wasn’t going
to last much longer, and that
she was going to need this
“scrap of Trouble” before too
much longer, to help ease her
sorrow or, as he put it, “to
keep her too danged busy
keeping Trouble out of trouble
to worry about it.”
Well, I talked
to my mom tonight, and the
cat’s still alive, so I guess
that’s good news. Weird news
is my mom told me she dreamt
of Waylon last week too. She
wanted him to sing for her,
but he wouldn’t, and she was
cross with him. But, anyway,
I haven’t seen any black cats
around, so I’m assuming this
dream was just that--a dream.
Even psychics dream pure fluff
sometimes--don’t they?
I have finally
found a little peace in my
quest.
I have taken
the advice of some things I’ve
read, and have consciously
been trying to let go of the
negative feelings, and replace
those with light and good.
Sometimes it’s a lot harder
than other times. I’m by
nature a cheerful person, but
very cynical when it comes to
aspects of myself.
But taking that
time to just sit, relax, and
let go off all my tension, and
just envisioning all my
stress, worries, and bad
thoughts sloughing off me like
dead skin really helps in
keeping myself in a better
place.
And being in a
better place means I feel more
positive and centered, and
it’s easier to let more of the
good feelings in, and keep the
bad ones out, or at the very
least, to feel more protected
against the darker ones.
There are also
other things that help lighten
my heart, the first of which
is my husband and children.
They are my great loves, and
my shining stars. Secondly,
knowing that my Bitch Click
(you know who you are,
girls!!) is there for me, come
hell or high water, is a very
deep comfort to me. Thirdly,
all of you who’ve emailed
about this column and/or
“Sarah Doctor in the House?”
do me a great honor. Thanks
for the thoughts, ideas, and
encouragement, and I’m so very
glad to know that something
I’ve written has given you a
smile, a few chuckles, or
brightened your own day.
Many peaceful
wishes,
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