ELI’S COMING!

by staffer Jen Declan

(From our Summer 2009 issue)

 

Something recently happened in my life I cannot explain away with logic or as coincidence. Normally I take the same route home from work every day, but the first day IT happened, I saw there was a car accident and traffic was backed up. I was at a cross street and turned off the beaten path, so to speak. When I reached the next street I recognized I turned left, knowing it was a through street and would take me to a main street and then home.

I was two blocks from the light when I noticed a hand-written sign in bold letters declaring IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO START YOUR ADVENTURE. On another sign were the words, THE TIME FOR YOU TO GO IS NOW.

The wording, especially ADVENTURE, caught and held my interest. To be honest, I thought it was a sales pitch—you know, take a cruise or vacation with us—but I was intrigued enough to return and see if there were any more signs.

There were! Not every day, but consistent enough to turn intrigue into avid interest. What was going on, I wondered. Who is this person? There were references to Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz. I don’t know how many people out there get “messages” from seeing scenes or hearing parts of their favorite movies, but this was how it was for me. They have been harbingers of good fortune for me and my psychic roommate.

I shared each message with my roommate and wish I could do the same for all of you who read this. I wish I had taken the time to write them all down, but I did not. I did not realize the significance at first; and Eli was not just speaking to me—his messages spoke to others who drove down that street, and he connected with them.

This is my way of paying it forward. The messages became more and more distinct and personal. References were made about things my roommate and I had discussed in private. I will not go into details because it was a very personal experience.

How did he know, we wondered. Instinctively we knew it was a male. Others driving by, touched by what Eli had to say, left notes and cards on his signs.

Finally, one day, he told us a little about himself and why he seemed driven to make contact. He had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and when the surgeon performed the exploratory surgery, in his own words, “something” woke up in his brain and he started having visions.

By this time, I had seen so many messages that spoke directly to me, I could not doubt Eli's sincerity. Another week passed and only one sign was posted, and then....nothing.

My thoughts toppled in my head like dominoes. Is he on vacation? Is he sick? Did he move?

After what seemed like weeks of non-communication I was tempted to go to the front door of the house of the yard where he posted his signs. Just go up and knock and ask if he lived there and was he okay.

It was a Sunday when I drove what I called the Messenger’s Path and saw a final sign. I read it and tears flooded my eyes as the words became clear.

OUR SON ELIJAH PASSED AWAY IN HIS SLEEP FROM COMPLICATIONS FROM HIS BRAIN SURGERY.

WE ASK ALL OF YOU NOT TO LEAVE FLOWERS OR BALLOONS, BECAUSE THIS IS NOT OUR YARD.

ELIJAH WOULD HAVE BEEN 21 YEARS OLD THIS JUNE 13.

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR KINDNESS AND WELL WISHES.

OUR SON WAS A STAR THAT BURNED OUT TOO SOON.

Twenty years old. I was heart-broken and cried all the way home. And one question plagued me: WHY?

Elijah was reaching out to people—helping them, guiding them. Why would the Universe or God allow him to die so young?

I have a smattering of knowledge about a great many things: quantum physics, tarot and New Age. I watched a documentary on the brain on the Discovery Channel and how children, until they reach puberty, have unlimited potential, faith and belief. Adults use only ten percent of their brain capacity.

My personal theory is that Elijah was allowed, by accident or divine design, to tap into the other 90 percent, which allowed him to have psychic visions and colored his world with the wonder and discovery of an innocent child.

Perhaps such knowledge burned too brightly. Perhaps there is a reason adults use that limited ten percent. Maybe we are not meant to handle more. If unlocked, our very DNA might unravel.

I used to think we lose our childish belief and faith because we listen to the adults around us—our parents, teachers, preachers and people in authority. You have to grow up, was a favorite saying I recall hearing over and over when I was “growing up”. Perhaps if they had said “grow out”, I wonder if that alliterative difference would have helped the mind expand rather than limited it.

In the Bible, it says ”put away childish things...” Have we been programmed to lose 90 percent of our brain’s capacity or is it necessary to our own survival?

That is the quandary Elijah presented to me. And I want to honor him—his wisdom—his words that sometimes pierced me to the quick. I want to honor his kindness, to share his revelations with me and the others who saw his signs.

There was such love, light, life and hope in his messages. He will be sorely missed.