"Located in the heart of modern-day New England stand sites of such great antiquity; sites so enigmatic, so sophisticated and seemingly inexplicable, serious scientists and archaeologists have denied their study because of their monumental implications: it would force them to throw away their preconceived notions about the achievements of ancient man into the historical garbage can." ~ Paul Tudor Angel, The Mysterious Megaliths of New England
On my first walk through the woods in October 2005, I came upon the largest, strangest stone on the hill, that's covered in cupules. So I took some pictures of it - here's the first one I took as I approached it. . .
Then I took brushed off the leaves and took some shots of the side of the stone. When I loaded the shots onto my computer, there was a distinct red heart on the side of the stone. I thought 'it must be a leaf', so I zoomed in on and it wasn't a leaf, it was a soft red heart, with a glowing white heart balloon in the center.
And I'd taken two pictures in succession and the first shot showed no heart. Here are the two shots - the one on the left was taken first - no heart; the 2nd shot was seconds later. . .
Here's the heart cropped, original and enhanced. . .
The point of this story is that my daughter Julia manifested that heart, to let me know she's more alive than we in the earth realm can possibly imagine.
Julia had passed suddenly from illness on November 1st the previous year. Over the course of that terrible year I believe she sent me many messages to reassure and comfort me. In each of those moments I would feel it was her, but later I'd dismiss it as just coincidence and wishful thinking. And my despair carried on.
But this heart was different. I could not dismiss it. It was mystical and tangible and impossible to explain away. Julia loved to draw and many of her colorful drawings included hearts and heart balloons, so she used a symbol of love I would instantly recognize as hers. Julia saved my life with that heart.
Still, being a doubter of magical things my first impulse was to run down to the stone to inspect the area for heart-shaped leaves. I found none. Then I noticed that the stone was covered with glittering, purplish stones. . .
I chipped off a piece and brought it to a jeweler, who confirmed it was garnet, Julia's birthstone! Many stones in New England are covered in garnet, of course, but it was quite a confluence of coincidence, and I feel that the spirits of the woods assisted my daughter in sending me a message of love and life.