Potato chip "picture"
Did you ever see something clearly in a potato chip?
Is it a Madonna, Christ or art?
Maybe someone on the other side trying to connect?
hummmm.....
On Saturday, my sister visiting from New York was
sitting at my kitchen table with her husband and my husband.
We were enjoying a Turkey Sandwich and chips.
My sister reached in the potato chip bag and said in a silly tone:
"Look a karate person"!
I saw on the chip a stick figure who was flexing his muscles.
In that instant, looking at the chip, I saw her son, who died at age
19 in a motorcycle accident.
Ha!
My sister who is deeply religious (Catholic) connects with him
all the time and really I don't think ever greaved. She gets
the there is no death thing, we are eternal beings. I knew she
would understand when I said:
I see a body builder....I just knew she would get it and see
her son too.
Geeeeeeeezzzzzzz he died 12 years ago.
The day before, one on one, we had a conversation about our
older sister, who croaked last year
and
the joy of connecting with her spirit so I said:
"Looks like a body builder to me. You know they can only
connect when we are in bliss"!
She just looked at me or beyond me, hard to know what
she was thinking.
I just let it go.
I mean after all she was visiting with her new husband and
we were having a nice lunch.
However, I really felt the connection of her "dead" son, my god child
during lunch, during the laughter and the lovely conversation were having.
I felt the vibration of bliss.
The next day in the Sunday paper, my husband found the following comic;
Pickles:
A little old man with white hair and his white haired wife.
The husband is at the kitchen table excited about a find in a bag of chips
-What on Earth are you doing, Earl?
-I read about some lady who found a corn flake shaped like Illinois. She sold it on ebay for $1,350.
-I don't see why I couldn't do the same.
-All I have to do is find a flake shaped like a state.
...and figure out what an ebay is.
(and the last frame, the old woman with hands on her apron says)
-I see a flake shaped like my husband.
Why am I telling you this?
I don't know.....I must be an old flake.
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