What Just Touched My Head?

The house was on pulse when I got up this morning. Eugene had already left for a union meeting. Eli was cooking Ivo an egg sandwich for breakfast. "Do you want an egg sandwich, too, Mom?" I sat down with my coffee and told him no thanks. We got to talking like we do about people who have passed on. He had had a dream that a spirit appeared to him to tell him about his grandfather, his dad's dad. Eli told me that the spirit person shape shifted to look like me, so that Eli would listen.

Eli asked me, "Was he a bad person?" I thought of padding the truth as I had experienced it all those years ago, but instead I told him straight out: he had been a racist and a misogynist, as far as I was concerned. The man had never said a nice word to me that I recall, other than expressing his approval if I appeared to have lost weight (I wasn't fat then). The value of a woman to him had a lot to do with her looks and submissiveness; I was long on one and short on the other. 

Eli had figured it out already. His conclusion was, "I guess Granny and Papa (my maternal grandparents) were the only really good people." "I think you're right.", I replied. "And you know", I went on, "they were terribly abused as kids. They knew real hunger. And they worked very hard to make damn sure that didn't happen to their kids". 

I got up to get some berries and yogurt for breakfast, along with a little more coffee. I suddenly felt something skim over the top of my head. I quickly reached up expecting to disentangle a moth or some other kind of bug...but there was nothing there. I chuckled and mentioned this to Eli. I made my way over to the coffee pot and a bright white dot flew across my fingertips. Again, I expected a flying insect, but saw nothing. It was then I accepted that a spirit had just connected with my living flesh.

A psychic had told me that Granny would contact me this way, by either touching my hair or the back of my neck. While in a sweatlodge a couple of years ago, I felt a light stroke across my neck. I checked for a bug; nothing was there. 

This morning's contact felt good-natured and loving. I choose to believe it was Granny.