Some people say that spirits, deceased people, could affect our physical world. Like they could communicate with us, by literally moving or affecting physical objects. Well, I leave it up to you to believe such a thing, but I have experienced some interesting things once my mom passed away.

Surprise, Surprise

When she was still alive, my mom loved to joke around. Sometimes a bit practically, but often by playing with words. Or she would tease you a bit. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when I noticed something weird in my hotel room (where I had to stay for some weeks, before I moved into my current apartment). But it actually was, at least at first glance.

Housekeeping

For various motives I own this Rubik’s cube, and for decorative reasons I left it on the desk of my hotel room – just out in the open. So one of the first days I left my room, and I had put this sign on the door, so that housekeeping would know that they could clean up the room. After some hours I got back from work, and to my own astonishment I noticed that the Rubik’s cube had been changed: instead of being in perfect (color) order, it showed one different color in the centre of each side – the rest of the sides was still perfectly put in color order.

Practical Joke

I was pissed, ’cause I actually thought that the housekeepers had touched my stuff. So I rushed downstairs, and interrogated the girl behind the reception. Like: which staff member had entered my room? And why did they touch my personal stuff? Did they think it was funny, this practical joke? The girl was utterly surprised, since she never had such a complaint before. But she would ask the manager of housekeeping, who happened to be still in the hotel.

Skilled

So I got back to my room on the fourth floor. And while I started to calm down – but still thinking that I wasn’t pleased with such a practical joke – I realized that it would be a typical practical joke of my mom’s, if she was able to handle the Rubik’s cube in such a way. Consequently did some thought come up: that my mom could have had something to do with it – I just didn’t know how. Turned out that one of the housekeepers was skilled enough to play with my cube and to be able to turn it into this differently ordered cube.

His Mind

He (and his manager) apologized to me, and explained that he was just being a bit bored and he somehow had the urge to play with the cube. And not only that: he apparently felt the urge to leave it behind in a different way. Which I considered a bit strange, ’cause he could have done it easily without leaving any evidence behind: leaving the cube in its perfect color order. And apart from that I wondered: why on earth did this guy show up in my room, of all guys? Someone who was able to handle the cube in such a way, in the first place. So, I wondered even more, what if my mom had affected his energy field, his mind, to encourage him to do so?

Coincidence

Now you could consider it all a case of coincidence. An interpretation of my mind. But I do have to say that my late mom actually feels closer to me than my dad did, when he had passed away. So for the sake of my statement made in the intro, I would like to share briefly two more occasions: one when my sister and I were in my mom’s room, while her body was still there, laid out; and one thing that occurred in my new apartment.

The Ceiling

When my mom passed away, she was living in a nursing home. And for that reason she was laid out in her room, until the day of her cremation. People could visit her over there, in the room where she had been living for her last two years. They could say goodbye to her, have a last glimps at her. So in order to keep her body cool enough, they had put a cooling blanket under her body, connected to some device that would keep the blanket cool.

So the first day that I visited my late mom (‘the day after’, since I had to return from my trip to Spain first), I sat down with my sister, in her room. Talking about our mom, and all the things that had happened before. And at some point my sister looked at the ceiling, and I pointed my eyes in the same direction. To our both surprise some part of the ceiling’s paint had gotten loose – out of the blue – and like a big piece of paper, did the peeling paint fall down; fortunately next to our mom’s bed, since they had moved the bed, because of the cooling device. Needless to say, we were both astonished, and the thought that our mom’s energy might have caused this unexpected event, did cross our mind of course. Well, who will tell?

Energetic Sky

And last but not least, I would like to share the following. When I was already living in my new apartment, I had this dream about my mom. I considered it special because it was about my mom. And not only that, but it was also not a typical one: it felt like she was holding my hand, while she guided me into the sky – but more an energetic sky; like up in the air in the field of energy, some different dimension. Now I do have to say, it didn’t feel like a (real) lucid dream – even though I did remember it vividly, when I woke up. And because of the former, I didn’t consider it like an astral journey; more like a ‘normal dream’.

But I guess my mom wanted to beg to differ with me. The next evening – or latest, the following evening – it was raining quite heavily in my area. And when I looked at the kitchen window next to my fridge, I noticed that at some part of this window, the rain created an image on it, since it couldn’t flow normally down. It was as if someone with a greasy hand had touched the window, so that the rain could create a print of a hand – simply because the grease was stopping the rain from streaming down in a normal way. And the water found its way around this ‘hand’ shape.

Something Strange & Beautiful

Now it didn’t look like a real handprint, it just had the shape of it. Besides, why – and how – would anyone get on my balcony, when my neighbours either don’t have a balcony next to mine, or have one way further away, one too difficult to reach mine? Just to leave a greasy mark on my window?

So it’s more likely that something strange and beautiful had happened – especially because of my prior dream, about my mom who was holding my hand. Well, she doesn’t talk to me – at least, I don’t hear any voice – but she might be joking around with all the things that she can still use and do on my side, from the Other Side. And that might be her best practical jokes.