One evening I went to my computer, lit candles, put music on, and decided for no particular reason that I would write to one of my old friends from SOLOS. It had been quite some time since I'd been active in the group. I'd slowly extracted myself over a period of time. I'd noticed that going there could in itself prevent people from moving forward in their lives. It was great when I'd needed it most, but I'd needed to leave. And as such, I hadn't been in contact with my French friend, Bruno, for quite some months. I'd never met Bruno, but I knew a fair bit about his life.. his wife Sonia, and his lovely son. I knew that because Sonia had two children already, Bruno wasn't keen on having anymore. And Bruno suffered greatly from the depression that had struck him down after his closest friend took his own life. And that's where I'd last left Bruno.
But this one particular night, I began an email, which seemed to write itself. I have no real recollection of writing or, and no idea whatsoever, why I said the things I said to Bruno. Neither did I pause before sending to think 'hang on a minute Rose, you're being weird, you'll upset him' or anything like it.
In my email I told Bruno that his friend wanted him to stop grieving and allow himself to be happy. I said that his friend, P, was unable to move on and be at peace while Bruno was so tormented. That P knew how much he was loved, and could hear Bruno when he called out his name, crying and in enormous pain and anquish. I told him that his friend wanted him to rejoin the living. I told him that the new life of a daughter was imminent - that she would soon be born, if she had not already. I told him that it would not be with Sonia, but that would have this little girl with somebody new. The woman had long, straight dark hair and preferred to wear jeans over anything else. Above all - I told him - his friend was imploring him to let go of the grief now, and to allow himself to be happy.
The next day I received a letter with an attachment - a wedding invitation. It was written in french but easy to make out. And there was a photograph of the woman I'd described, with Bruno - who confirmed that she lived in blue jeans, and they'd argued about her wearing a dress for the engagement photo! The invite contained a sort of post script at the bottom, along with a picture of a stork carrying a baby, and something written in french I couldn't make out. Bruno told me they'd literally just found out that his fiance was pregnant, but didn't of course know the sex of the baby. He told me how happy he was to read what I'd written, and that he had never believed in "ghosts" or the supernatural, but that the things I'd told him had changed that because nobody could possibly have known those things. He said that he perhaps would have been dismissive of what I said about his friend telling him to move on, etc, but for the personal details - such as the woman's straight dark brown hair, and that she was pregnant. I felt really positive about the whole thing, like this guy had been helped. I think - through some of the things he would say from time to time, that he had contemplated taking the same path because of the pain he was in. It was only the pain he felt he would inflict on others, that stopped him. So anyway, six or so months later I received a picture of a red and wrinkled very fresh newborn daughter!
I would definitely say that was the single most profound experience of that nature that I've ever had.
Has anybody else had this sort of experience after taking something? I am very curious about it and would love a rational explanation!
Sorry so long folks.
