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In Augusta 1986, while attending the Harmonic Convergence in Waikiki, I first “heard” from my Dad. He had died the previous month while I was in the process of moving to Hawaii, from Maryland. This particular day at the conference, during a forgiveness meditation, I heard my father’s voice clearly say “Tell your sister and brother to forgive your mother. If I can, they can.” When I was sixteen, my mother left my dad, and my sister and brother never talked to her again.
Then he told me that the letter I had been waiting for from my brother Rick had fallen down behind the passenger seat in my husband’s car. It was an important document my brother had sent me to sign, concerning our father’s estate. I called my husband, and he found the letter in the exact location my deceased father had described to me during the meditation.
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