God Winks and Contents

I love the idea of God winks. These are the little coincidences that are so bizarre, they appear to be more than just something random. It makes me happy to think I am being watched over, and sometimes even saved from my human self.

There have been many times it was good that I didn't receive what I wanted. And there were also times it was good I had no power over a result...because I was wrong. Not surprisingly, I love stories which speak to those matters. For that reason, it isn't difficult to guess the type of stories included in If It Hadn't Happened to Me. 

To give you a taste of what is included in my forthcoming book, the Table of Contents tentatively include chapter headings as Contact from Beyond, Premonitions and Knowing, Urges and Nudges, Seeing and Hearing What's Not Rational, Feeling out of Body, Odd Phenomena and Occurrences, Hearing the Voice of God (and Others).

As previously mentioned, in writing the book, I was not interested in the occult or anything scary. The idea was simply to show our connectivity with one another and our very being. I think I succeeded, but as with all things, I think the book will go where God wants it to go!

The Rest of the Story

I promised to post the rest of the story from my forthcoming book, If It Hadn't Happened to Me, and that follows below. Thus far, everything is going well with the schedule to publish on Amazon in September.

As you may recall, my intent was to show a connectivity between God's creatures, especially between humans. In writing this book, I found some very unusual and unexpected corroborative experiences as well as some that ranged from simple to a bit bazaar. Another discovery was that I am almost surprised now when someone says they have never had any kind of urging, premonition, or unexplained story to share, but we are all different in what we think, believe, or perceive. So, without further ado, here is the rest of my story with the last paragraph from the previous blog re-posted:

  Then, less than two weeks after losing Steve, I began noticing a particular scent. It really was more like an odor because it was exactly like the smell in his hospital room—a mixture of sterile hygiene and a body shutting down. It was very distinct.

  I tried to ignore the scent initially, but then began to notice how it came at different times and in different places in my home. I actually wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. Finally I determined it was not; it was just too odd and consistent to ignore.

  I’m not someone who can think of a particular smell and then seemingly smell it so it was difficult to dismiss. I also wondered, if this were Steve making contact, why he didn’t pick something more pleasant such as the aroma of gingerbread we used to make. I finally guessed the chosen smell was more poignant and tried to “request” it when I really needed to feel Steve’s presence, but it never came. It only “appeared” when unexpected. Gradually, the scent became less frequent, and by the time I needed to move to another location 11 months later, it had been gone for months.

  It was difficult to leave the home Steve and I built and shared for 26 years. Our children grew up in the house, and Steve had engaged in so many big and little improvement projects over the years including landscaping, building a patio off the deck, and remodeling our entire kitchen. Leaving our home was like losing a piece of him again.

  When the last of our possessions were given away or moved to my new residence, I was very sad. As I got into bed that first night in my new townhome, I cried. And then I smelled the scent. I believe Steve let me know that he had moved with me. – The Author

Excerpt from If It Hadn’t Happened to Me

As promised, I've included another excerpt from my forthcoming book, If It Hadn't Happened to Me. This time, I'm sharing the first part of a story about my own experience.

In future blogs, I will give you a glimpse of the Table of Contents, and maybe a few more snippets from the book. I am grateful to the many contributors who made this collaborative work an interesting source of proof that there is still much unknown and greater than us in the universe.

The Scent

My soulmate and husband spent his last 10 days in the hospital succumbing to the cancer that had attacked his body for two and a half years. It was the worst experience of my life, but it was also a time of serious discussion. I finally had to face facts that my future would not include the man I loved most in the world, but that still did not stop me from praying for a miracle. 

During those 10 days, we spoke about everything − from how he wanted me to continue living to what happens next when someone dies. Like many people desperate not to lose someone so precious, I asked him to make contact with me if at all possible, and he promised he would. 

After losing him, I was devastated. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared straight ahead for what seemed like hours. I wailed and could find no peace. After a few days, I finally gave up hope that he would ever be able to make contact with me, except for one very strange dream. 

I was conscious of dreaming when the dream was suddenly interrupted. Steve appeared, completely devoid of any background. I was surprised and said, “Honey, you look so good.” No more was the gaunt face of illness and the ravaged effects of cancer on his body. He smiled and replied, “Vicki, I’m well,” and then he was gone, letting my dream resume. His appearance wasn’t like any dream I’d ever had, and it made me think of Biblical accounts where a prophet might have a vision within a dream. I just hoped it was real.

Then, less than two weeks after losing Steve, I began noticing a particular scent. It really was more like an odor because it was exactly like the smell in his hospital room – a mixture of sterile hygiene and a body shutting down. It was very distinct. (more to come...)