Jul 09 2008

Could prayers really be answered?

Published by Karrals
Filed under Life at its strangest

Something strange happened last night.

I had spent the day analyzing this whole situation and wondering how to go about maybe contacting him. I initially thought I should decide to either do something about it, or just let it go once and for all. A friend of mine (my only confident actually) then told me that it would probably be best to try first, and then only move on if it doesn’t work out. Which I suppose makes sense.

So, since desperate needs call for desperate measures, I sat down and, uhm, I prayed (I don’t do that very often!). Yikes, I feel a bit nerdy for even admitting I did lol Those coincidences had all been too disturbing to me. Each single one of them. It was like something had grabbed me and went “Look!”. Again, and again, and again. And every time, I gasp and wonder, and every new one adds more questions to the table, which has now reached an overwhelming level.

So I prayed, and I asked for something. I asked: if all those coincidences were really hints sent from somewhere, if they were actually meaningful and had a purpose, then I wanted just one last sign. Not involving his name, nor his birthday, nor a song, nor anything like that. I wanted something strong and impossible to avoid; just one last sign, almost like an omen confirming that this is indeed the path I should follow. (Well, don’t I sound highly dramatic now?)

The day passed, evening started, then night settled in. I was answering some e-mails past midnight when suddenly the lights in the back of the room started flickering. Then the lamp next to me started flickering too, and as I heard an electric noise, the power suddenly went out. I stood up in the dark and saw nothing through the window, the entire neighborhood had gone black. I opened the window and it was so abnormally silent outside, all the lights had gone out, it was like a frozen scene. Then suddenly an alarm went off a few streets down, I looked in that direction and saw lots of smoke rising from behind the roofs. I looked behind me, my dog was sitting on the bed looking at me, he seemed calm. I looked back outside, the whole area was dead. It’s usually a well lit, active place, with lots of cars and people passing, both day and night. I had never seen it like that. It was totally dark and silent, and plain surreal. The alarm was echoing from the distance, and then stopped. My window was still wide open, so I sat at the window sill and looked around. The wind started blowing my hair around, it felt so eerie. Clouds started moving faster and smoke was coming our way, and for the first time in this street, the only sound I could hear was the trees swaying in the dark. I stood up and walked to the bed where I sat down, I frowned and I wondered. Then I heard the fire truck passing, it quickly faded and stopped, I looked up and saw some ashes flying past the window … it was eerie, almost haunting.

Maybe this was my sign. Or maybe I’m crazy. I don’t know anymore.

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1 comment

1 comment to “Could prayers really be answered?”

  1. Sandrion 09 Jul 2008 at 6:15 pm

    I subscribed to your blog a while ago! I’m glad you’re posting more updates now : ) Your story is fascinating, plz keep us updated! I’m very curious to see how it will evolve and I don’t think you’re crazy

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