27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 14 BOOK OF SONGS AUTHOR’S 2ND AUTOBIOGRAPHY

27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 14

The second vision – Sam. I met Sam over 10 years ago in Vancouver, British Columbia. It was a beautiful summer afternoon. I was having lunch outside on a patio, at a restaurant on Davie Street. While waiting for my order, a man walked by. He asked me if I was interested in buying paintings or carvings. Sam was a First Nations’ person. He lived on the street. He was dirty. His clothes were dirty and he may have been a bit drunk. However, he composed himself in a manner where we could have a decent conversation about his work. After a few minutes, I realized that I would benefit more from his presence by inviting him for lunch instead of talking to him while I looked down at him from the patio, and where he had to arch his neck towards the sky to hold a conversation with me. He gladly accepted my invitation. Within minutes of Sam joining me at the table, a staff member came to our table asking Sam to leave and to not bother their customers. I assured the staff member that Sam was not bothering me and that he was my guest. The staff and I went back and forth about this for about a minute. I didn’t budge on my position, and Sam remained in his seat. We enjoyed our lunch. And I enjoyed my time with Sam.

            Before parting ways, Sam gave me his sister’s phone number. He asked me to call her to let her know that he was ok. I told him I would call her as soon as I arrived back home. We said goodbye and he went on his way, and I went on mine. It was the last time we saw each other until in this morning’s meditation, as I write this book today. By the way, his sister didn’t answer the phone. I left a voicemail with Sam’s message, as well as my name and my phone number, should she ever wish to call me. She never did.

            The vision journeyed back to that day at the restaurant. I hadn’t thought of that day for years until this morning. “Sam!” I said. Sam smiled at me. I asked what he was doing in my ‘meditation’, my vision, and he said, “I’ve come to say thank you for the kindness and love you showed me that day”.

            “Oh, it was my pleasure Sam. I really enjoyed meeting you!” Then I asked him, “Is this your soul talking to me and are you still in your body, or have you transitioned?”.

            “I’ve transitioned.” said Sam. “I’m very happy. It’s a recent transition.”

            “I’m very happy that you came to see me Sam.”

            “Suzanne, I wanted to thank you.” Sam drifted away.

            I was thrilled that he had come to visit. Sam was and is a beautiful gift in my life. It is I who should thank him, and I did. 

The Gods give us everything we need. We never know in which form a guardian angel will come into our lives, do we?

A fool I was

I did it, I’ve come and gone.

I took my chance, it was risky.

How funny this all was, I cried at times.

My money, there was none.

I believed I was meant to give much to many.

I can see I forgot myself.

A fool I was, at times no

The hand of God reached out to me.

Gladly taken, leading the way.

Hmm, Hmm, la, la, Whoa, Whoa, Hmm, la, la.

Hungry for love, hungry to be touched.

My belly ached.

Where was this beginning?

I can see it ending.

Believe me, when I say I’m happy.

A fool I was.

Did you know me before this?

What was true?

The hand of God reached out to me.

Hmm, Hmm, la, la, Whoa, Whoa, Hmm, la, la.

A fool I was, at times no.

The child in me reminds me so.

A puddle at me feet.

I dare to look, my reflection.

I’m not alone.

Standing beside me.

I see me, I see me.

Arms around me.

Hmm, Hmm, la, la, Whoa, Whoa, Hmm, la, la.

A fool I was, at times no.

At times no.