TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

Well, this time it took three, strangely related, and synchronistic events to get my attention from my late husband’s spirit. It’s been over three years since he passed, and his signs were overwhelmingly prolific the first year. In fact, I wrote a book describing them all (You Don’t Know Jack!: How Antics from My Late Husband’s Spirit Give Undeniable Evidence of Afterlife.) But, as the years have passed, the signs have lessened, been less attention-demanding, or I’m just not as aware. If you read my last two posts, you’ll see how I doubt now, or question,,,being very skeptical not to jump to conclusions until the coincidence becomes so unlikely, and the repetition (and seeming impossibility) is too strong to deny. And so it goes with three frogs now. Let me explain.

The first time I had a frog show up, it was large, albino, and walking on the control panel of my stove just beeping along. I was alarmed and blamed it on probably having carried it in on some palm fronds I had just brought inside to the kitchen. That thought was a bit of a stretch, because I knew there were only three little branches, and I had shook them outside, I thought, well enough to make sure any debris was knocked off. Anyway, afterwards, I had to agree with my friends who pointed out the coincidence of the joke “frog thing” my husband and I had shared for many years. So the seed of doubt was planted! (Another post.)

The next day, a tiny frog appeared on my kitchen floor at night! I knew I hadn’t even gone out of the house all day, so there had been no open doors to slip through, and nothing giving it a ride inside. And, mind you, there had never been a frog in my house before so these two were quite startling. This time it was unexplainable. Of course when these unexplainable events happen, I’ll replay them over and over in my mind, like a dog with a bone, trying to explain it until I just give up, or a third sign presents itself. And, voila! The third frog came on the third night…another little frog on the floor right in front of the chair where I was sitting. Again, for the third time, I caught it in a container and took it right outside, far from my house again. This time, this all became clear. My poor husband’s spirit had to work so hard to remind me he was still with me. I have no idea how spirit energy does this kind of thing, but I do know he’s quite clever to pick such a meaningful “inside joke”…and, to him, I must be frustratingly slow!

PS. There have been no more frogs anywhere ever since!