Apportation

From Wikipedia: According to parapsychologists and spiritualists, an apport is the paranormal transference of an article from one place to another, or an appearance of an article from an unknown source that is often associated with poltergeist activity or spiritualistic séances. Apportation is the ability to teleport inanimate objects or beings from one location to another. Many magical beings such as the Elf Nanny, Darklighters and Valkyries have the power of apportation.

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

I’m convinced that there is no such thing as complete free will. I believe we have a wide variety of choices that affect outcomes, but that these choices exist within a predetermined framework of possibilities. I say this because in the past ten years or so many things have occurred that I would not have consciously chosen for my life—and I’m not just talking about the so-called “bad” things. Even some good things I would not have believed could be possible. Well, really I still don’t believe some of these things, but they just don’t stop proving themselves. Each circumstance seems to have become a testimony representing something even greater than what each one means individually. So what’s a person to do in a situation like that?

What I’ve done is chosen to share with you one of these unbelievable events that exists within another amazing adventure—a trip to Europe I took in May of 2005. This story is perhaps one chapter from that book, still to be written.

It all began in 1997 after John crossed over suddenly and unexpectedly. Dreams. Premonitions. Visions. Coincidences. Synchronicity. Eagle and hawk sightings. “Chance” meetings that were obviously more than chance. Many, many things. It didn’t take long to realize that there was something going on with John. He had found a way to part the veil and was interacting in people’s lives in a MAJOR way. The experiences were and continue to be very powerful. John always finds a way to let his people know that he is aware of everything that is going on in their world, and that he delighted to be included in the festivities. But of course it is more than that. Much more.

I have not attempted to analyze the many purposes and meanings behind my European pilgrimage…and perhaps I never will…but it did prove to me beyond the shadow of a doubt that there is a bigger picture with much, much more out there than what we can perceive with our five physical senses. And perhaps the development of that sixth sense—which is connected more to our hearts than to our brains—is what opens up the door to all those other worlds. I guess I could describe it succinctly by saying that it’s all about RE-CONNECTING. Reconnecting the lost parts of ourselves, reconnecting to each other, to the Earth, the Universe, the Omniverse, the other dimensions and, ultimately, to our Creator.

That said, let’s get on with the story.

I arrived in Frankfurt, Germany from the states on Thursday, April 28th, and was met by my friend Aiyana and her husband Georg. They brought me back to their home in Mechernich, and, after a few days of relative quiet to get adjusted to my new surroundings in a different country, the "fun" began!

Along with my suitcases, backpack, guitar and music, I had brought with me on my trip a heart-shaped guitar pick. This pick was not only special because it was heart-shaped, but also because I had found a picture of John Denver's hands folded in the shape of a heart that was the same size as the pick, and glued it to one side. I used the pick on Saturday evening while playing some of his songs. When I finished I gathered up all my music-related items and headed downstairs to the guest room for the night.

The next morning when I awoke the sun was shining—the promise of a glorious spring day—so I immediately reached for my guitar to play a morning anthem. I saw my capo sitting on top of the pile of music I’d brought, but I didn’t see the heart-shaped pick. I was sure I’d put it there the night before, but I didn’t panic right away…I figured it had to be around somewhere. I kept looking, then went upstairs where I was playing my guitar the previous evening, thinking I’d set it down on a shelf or something. Still, no pick.

By now I was beginning to get a bit flustered, and angry with myself for losing track of something that meant so much to me. Aiyana and Georg were up and they both helped look for it, but to no avail. Finally, feeling a little foolish, yet at my wit’s end, I asked John where it was—or at least if he could help me find it. I didn’t expect an answer, of course, but the thought that breezed through my head was, “Don’t worry…I just need to borrow it for a little while.” Oh yeah. Right. I of course wrote that off as my imagination inventing a survival technique in order to appease myself that the loss was probably temporary. I continued to look for the special pick, and agonize over its mysterious disappearance.

Finally I simply had no choice but to let it go, as Aiyana and I were preparing to head to Switzerland the following Tuesday. I settled for using my husband's mandolin pick that had been in my guitar case from the last gig we’d done together. Aiyana kept reassuring me that it would turn up eventually. I supposed if I'd done something foolish, like accidentally thrown it away, then I knew I'd never see it again. But I also knew that if John had really borrowed it, what Aiyana said would be true. But why—and better yet, HOW—could he do that?

I thought back to the days immediately following his fatal plane crash in October of 1997. I’d gone to a drawer in a file cabinet where I knew I’d put the tour book to the only concert of his I’d attended—over 20 years earlier—on May 9th, 1975. I knew the tour book was at the bottom of that drawer, in a scrap book I’d kept in there since high school. All my memorabilia from subsequent years I had stacked on top of that scrap book. So you can imagine my shocked surprise when I opened the drawer of that file cabinet and found myself staring face-to-face with the tour book…somehow it had made its way to the top of the stack. I hadn’t seen that tour book in over 20 years…pretty much since I’d put it in there…so I knew I hadn’t moved it from the bottom of the drawer. Seeing it right there on top made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

On Tuesday we left for Switzerland. We took the train from Cologne, through Zurich, and onto Vevey. We rode alongside the Rhine River, getting glimpses of castles and cathedrals, and fields of beautiful yellow flowers. We were going to be staying with Aiyana’s friend Dawn, originally from England, who’d lived in Germany for awhile until moving to Switzerland with her family a few years ago.

The following day we went for a walk on a nature trail behind Dawn’s house overlooking beautiful Lake Geneva and the Swiss Alps. At one point along the walk I remarked to John that it would be nice to find a special stone as a souvenir of this part of my trip. No sooner did I get that thought out of my head when on a sudden impulse I reached down and picked up one stone from among dozens that lay along the roadside. I carried it in my closed fist for awhile, but it wasn't until we'd walked a ways that I stopped long enough to look at it carefully. I opened my fist, turned it over in my hand, and couldn't believe what I saw: Embedded in the gray stone was a perfect heart--black in color as though it had been stamped into it! Needless to say, I was speechless with wonder. After that I couldn’t stop taking it out of my pocket every five minutes to look at it to see if the heart was still there.

Later I got to thinking that, while I’d lost one heart (the pick), perhaps John had at least made up for it by giving me another (on the stone). OR…another possibility: had he needed to borrow the pick in order to manifest this heart on the stone? Well, I figured that if that were the case, he would return the pick to me, and when Aiyana and I returned from Switzerland, perhaps Georg would say that it had turned up. These were silly notions, I supposed, but no other explanation seemed to make any better sense.

We returned to Germany late Saturday evening, May 7th. Aiyana’s husband had already gone to bed, but he said nothing the next morning about finding my pick, so in dismay I surrendered to the possibility that it could be gone forever. No spirit had “borrowed” it; I’d just absent-mindedly misplaced it! Now my rational mind took over…what could I have been thinking? I practically laughed at myself. Aiyana, however, wasn’t laughing. She believed.

That day—Sunday—was Mother’s Day, and I was fortunate to be able to talk to all three of my children…including my oldest son who was on a Naval air craft carrier in the middle of the Pacific Ocean! Aiyana and I also had some more mystical experiences with John that day (including two very intense physical contact episodes) so, needless to say, by bedtime I was exuberant and my disappointment over losing the pick subsided.

Monday morning I awoke early to the sun streaming in the window and the sounds of German birds singing, and decided to play a few songs on the guitar while I waited for Aiyana to get up. I felt very much at peace and assured of many things…especially that the spiritual communications we’d been experiencing were, indeed, very real and that John really did love me (because I still had doubts, you see). I reached for my purse to get out the mandolin pick, then remembered that I'd put it on a shelf across the room. But before I could turn away from my purse completely, I noticed that its coin section was unzipped (which I thought strange since I keep it zipped up almost religiously), and then I saw a familiar pink-something sticking juuussst out of the very top of it. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it was and pulled it out—my heart-shaped pick! Mind you, I'd been using that purse the whole week before in Switzerland, (keeping my Swiss francs separate from my Euros in another section) and there was NO WAY that pick had been in there, even the previous evening.

I was beside myself, to say the least! I couldn’t help dancing around the room laughing and chanting, “Oh John, you DID give it back to me, you DID give it back! God BLESS you!” My excitement was more over the ability for this type of thing to happen and what it implied than it was about actually having the pick back. AND that I hadn’t lost my mind! I could almost hear John Denver laughing right along with me. It was all I could do to keep from running upstairs and waking Aiyana up to tell her. It wasn’t until a little while later, at breakfast, that I realized the date was MAY 9TH—30 years to the day that I saw John in concert the one and only time! And I realized that’s why he didn't return it right away upon my return from Switzerland. He wanted to wait for this special day—perhaps so I’d be certain it was really him.

The following Friday Aiyana and I embarked on another phase of our journey—this time to magical Glastonbury, England—home of the famed “Avalon” and King Arthur’s Camelot. The magic began right away, but it wasn’t until a few days later that I happened to see a statue of the Goddess in a store window and realized that the stone with the heart I’d found in Switzerland was the exact same shape. Not only that, but on this statue the store owners had shaped glitter into a heart in exactly the same spot where the heart was on my stone! I showed the owner my stone and as she held it she said she felt COW energy—which I thought was interesting because there had been cows grazing in the area where I’d found it, and Switzerland was known for its cows with bells around their necks…in fact, I’d purchased a cowbell as a souvenir while I was there.

The day before we were to leave Glastonbury we visited a shop that sold crystals and other precious stones. I was disappointed to see that the woman working there was not the owner who’d been there earlier in the week, who knew so much about the properties of all the stones. As it turned out, however, she was a clairvoyant who came there often to do readings for people, but was just filling in “behind the counter” that day to help out. As I asked her about some of the stones that I was thinking about purchasing as gifts for some family members, she seemed to be picking up quite accurately some things about these family members that she couldn’t possibly have known. When I pointed this out to her she remarked, matter-of-factly, “Well, they don’t call me a clairvoyant for nothing!” There were a few other synchronicities between her and myself, as well, which is what made me decide to show her my heart-shaped pick and the special stone with the heart.

First I showed her the stone. She barely looked at it—I don’t even think she saw the heart—before she blurted out, “I get E.T.—STAR PERSON—energy from it. This stone did not originate on Earth…it came from another star system.” WHOAAAAAA. That was really the LAST thing I expected to hear her say, but yet—it verified the fact that it perhaps was manifested and placed for me to find by someone NOT of this Earth! A song of John’s immediately came to mind--“Spirit”—about the Greek god Orpheus. He had written the song in the early 1970’s after an astrologer had told him that he was originally from a distant galaxy. Did this confirm it?

Then I showed her the heart-shaped pick. She held that for a moment as well, and then said, “This was used by a very gifted man. A VERY gifted musician. I can feel his energy quite strongly.” I was about to say that I was the only one who had ever used that pick, but then I realized something: If John HAD borrowed that pick, he probably DID use it to play a few songs in Heaven…after all, he’d had it in his possession for over a week!

At that point I did tell the woman that she was probably picking up on John Denver…after which she remarked, “Oh, you have an on-going dialog with him, don’t you?”

You just can’t get a better confirmation than that.

Of course the experiences did not end there, and probably never will. But in the 18+ years since they’ve begun, this was one of the most telling of all. Thanks, John. And you may borrow objects from me anytime, but in the future I’d appreciate a little advance notice, please!

NOTE: Since his passing in October of 1997, there has been overwhelming and surmounting evidence that John Denver continues to reach out to people from the other side and assists many in their endeavors to continue where he left off, emphasizing that there is still much more of this “reconnecting” work to be done, but that efforts are paying off and each individual does make a difference. It seems that he is also striving to help give credence to a very real after-life that we can become informed about and prepared for, as well as other lives that we have lived and can remember and heal from. Many of his songs take on new meaning when viewed from this metaphysical perspective.