Sitting in our local diner, Rose and I were relating the story of my right earring dislodging frequently to our mutual friend Lorna.  Lorna’s face grew passive and immediately said to us, I just heard Sean’s voice, he said he’s right here; and then she touched her right ear. We all looked at each other in stunned silence.  My eyes welled up with tears as the realization of his simple message had eluded me. Why didn’t I get it before?  Sean was saying that he was right here, by manifesting removal of my right earring. Right Ear – Right Here!

A couple of months passed and on a cold Sunday morning I was in my PJ’s reading the paper.  I heard a voice say to me, Go clean your car.   It was cold outside, and I had no idea where this out-of-the-blue message came from.  I decided to stay cozy and warm.

A sense of urgency, like a petulant child repeating a singular phrase over and over again filled my head. Clean your car.  Do it now. Clean it. Now! “Fine!”, I muttered. Jumping up, I grabbed a paper bag, and still wearing my PJ’s , went outside to unlock the car door.  I walked to the passenger’s side of my car and while placing my key in the lock, there on the car seat, was my right gold hoop earring.  Seeing that earring after months of disappearing reduced me to tears and a feeling of humbleness.  An apport symbolizing that the departed not only communicate, but are able to manifest physical proof, continues to strengthen my belief that we cannot define, in pragmatic terms, all that we experience.

Being granted this incredible gift of communication and confirmation of Spirit, I’ve often visited Sean’s gravesite in private or smoked the Canupa and offered special prayers to Tunkashila in gratitude for this experience.  The memory of his short time on Earth and the joy he brought those who knew him, no matter how brief, is one that will always be honoured out of respect for his love of family and friends.

Thinking on this experience stirred up the only other time I lost a right earring.  A year previous to Sean’s passing I was shopping in a store and lost my favorite silver hand-made earring.  I never heard it fall on the floor.  I even had the store manager check with the sweepers for two consecutive nights to see if it could be recovered.  It never was.

I keep the left silver Angel wing earring in my medicine bag.

Tags: Angel wing, Canupa, honouring those we love, medicine bag, Tunkashila