Does anyone have Theresa Caputo’s, the Long Island Medium’s phone number? Or does anyone know anything real about spirits? Because I’m seriously puzzled here. Do you remember when I wrote my blog post Who Wants to Live Forever (posted on 9/1/12) which was about my grandma? If not, please go back and re-read. So, in that post I talk about a very deep connection to my grandmother, promising her I would invent some medication to make her live forever, and then having her visit me in my dreams after she’d passed away. In the last dream, which was very heartbreaking and I woke up with a tear-soaked pillow, she told me she wouldn’t be able to visit me any longer because it was time for her to reincarnate.
Last night I had another dream involving my beloved grandma. The dream was ALL about her; however, she was completely absent. It went something like this: My husband, children, and I flew to Slovakia to visit her, but for some reason she had moved from her old house to a new one (this was beyond my understanding; how could she have abandoned the house of my childhood memories?). So when I queried my uncles, aunts, and cousins about her new address, no one wanted to tell me. They were in some sort of cahoots, each one coming up with excuses like, “She takes a nap at this time of the day. You shouldn’t disturb her” or “She’s doing her shopping around this time; she won’t be home” or “She usually has coffee with one of her lady friends. Wait till tomorrow.” I finally pried my grandma’s whereabouts out of one of my younger cousins, loaded my luggage, husband, and kids into a taxi and headed to my grandma’s anyway. When the cab arrived at some kind of an odd, crumbling neighborhood, I realized my cousin had tricked me and sent me out to the loonies. I cursed but began taking the suitcases out of the taxi, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. As soon as I turned my back, however, two gypsy boys ran up to the cab and stole the suitcase that contained all our passports, money, and return flight tickets. We ended up at the police station which was useless since the two little thieves were long gone and indescribable. And that’s where my dream ended. I never got to see my grandma.
So to all of you who know something, anything about spirits…is it possible for the spirit that has reincarnated to leave that body and come “visit” its loved ones? Is it possible that they are somehow trapped and need our help? How does the spirit world work anyway? What are the rules? And what are the consequences for rule-breaking? I may be a fool, but I feel like my grandmother is calling out to me and that, this time around, I’ve failed her.