Clairvoyant Clock channels message

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“Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.”

During my downsizing move last year I made all efforts to find a sentimental family member to take my Mom’s vanity.  It was one with a tapestry stool and three positioning mirrors, but that really doesn’t matter because in the end I sold it.
I posted it on a community yard sale site and it got a hit quickly from a “shabby chic” furniture refinisher.
The buyer and her husband came to my home to pick it up.  My daughter and I were cleaning in the dining room where on my buffet sat a grandmother clock passed on to us when my in-laws downsized.  We never used it because you had to wind it up with a key and it just seemed like way too much work.
The vanity was in a bedroom and the buyers went in there to take the mirrors off to move it. My daughter and I kept cleaning and packing  in the dining room.
As they carried the base of the vanity through the dining room to get out into the garage and I saw it go by I just sighed.  Then I looked up and said out loud “Louise, you never liked that vanity anyway “. Louise was my Mom.
At that very moment we heard a soft lullaby sound. I asked my daughter if that was her cell phone ringtone.
She said “no I don’t know where it’s coming from”. We looked around and then she pointed to the clock, and said “it’s coming from that thing”. It was just for seconds but unlike anything I can describe, not only the sound but the moment just seemed to stand still, like I couldn’t move.
My daughter  looked puzzled  and it took us both a minute to shake out of it.
As the day moved on I felt in touch with my Mom, and just kept thinking she happy to see that vanity finally go.

When my husband got home I was still in a fog.  Curiosity gets the best of me. I told him what happened and he  finds the key.   He winds up the clock and we set it to the hour expecting to hear this heavenly tune. It did have a soothing chime but not a musical tune 🎶 🎶 He checks it for a music box, none in there….So……I guess….

It’s just one of those things that you can only hope will happen again and again. Good for the spirit….

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