My Dad was hospitalized this past July. He had been battling prostate cancer for 8 years. For 8 years the illness had been managed so that my Dad had a normal life.
My Dad has two passions: science and nature. He loves feeding the birds of his garden, religiously preparing the seeds and old bread crumbs that he feeds them with every morning. Gardening is a great part of his life. He gets that from his dad, my grandfather. My dad has always been gardening since the 1st day of his retirement. Planting flowers, bushes, vegetables and fruits. He has planted many fruit trees and has taken care of many older ones. My Dad and trees have had a long love relationship, deeply rooted in something almost impalpable.
But, I had no idea how deep the connection he had with the trees of his garden was until now.
A few days after his hospitalization he had to be transferred to another hospital for further diagnosis. Then the verdict fell. The cancer had metastasized to his lymphatic system. At almost 87 years of age, and in the state of health he had turned in the last few weeks, my dad took the decision to forego chemo, knowing this was the start of the ineluctable.
A couple of days later, as he was laying on his hospital bed in great emotional disarray, an apple tree fell in the garden at his home. Two large branches broke and ripped the tree trunk as well. We did not pay much attention to it and family members helped cut the tree down blaming it on the tree being old.
My Dad then got transferred to a palliative care hospital with a much better overall approach of the end of life process. But as my Dad's health continued deteriorating and all hopes of him getting better faded away, came the realization that the end was near. But you see, my Dad had always been a fighter. He decided that his body being all shut down, he could not bear the fact that his mind was still fully functioning and requested to get what's called terminal sedation; a form of sedation that allows a dying patient to sleep deeply around the clock until his body gives up.
The sedation process started yesterday. As my Mom came home from the hospital, and opened the gates to my parents property, she heard a smashing noise that stopped her in her tracks. As she cautiously drove in on the driveway, she realized that the prune tree that was standing right next to my parents bedroom had just fallen down, entirely, broken from its base, missing the house by one hair. The tree was full of fruits and yet its body had given up.
As my Dad lays in the hospital bed waiting to release his soul back to the great dimension of Consciousness, I can't help but thinking that the Gaia Theory has just been proven one more time. We are ONE. We are all connected. We are ONE giant living organism and ONE Consciousness creating the Universe.
The trees know. I hope my Dad can feel it when his time comes.
March 8, 2014 - On its way to Beijing from Kuala Lumpur, flight MH370 from Malaysia Airlines vanished from the skies in the most mysterious way. To this day the plane and its 240 passengers and crew haven't been found.
Yet on July 29, 2015 a piece of the wing, called a flaperon was discovered on a beach of Reunion Island. From Wikipedia: "The island is 63 kilometres (39 mi) long; 45 kilometres (28 mi) wide; and covers 2,512 square kilometres (970 sq mi). It is above a hotspot in the Earth's crust. The Piton de la Fournaise, a shield volcano on the eastern end of Réunion Island, rises more than 2,631 metres (8,632 ft) above sea level and is sometimes called a sister to Hawaiian volcanoes because of the similarity of climate and volcanic nature. It has erupted more than 100 times since 1640 and is under constant monitoring, most recently erupting on 11 September 2016. During another eruption in April 2007, the lava flow was estimated at 3,000,000 cubic metres (3,900,000 cu yd) per day. The Piton de la Fournaise is created by a hotspot volcano, which also created the Piton des Neiges and the islands of Mauritius and Rodrigues."
On August 1st 2015, I posted on my Facebook Page an article recalling the session I had done for the flight, privately and on my own initiative on March 12 2014, 4 days after the disappearance of the jet.
In this session, a few important clues were revealed; insights, which were confirmed with the discovery of the flaperon a little over 1 year after the session was done.
On the anniversary date of this post, I am happy to post here the summary of my initial session. Attached the photo of the flaperon as well and some aerial photos of Reunion Island beaches fitting my initial drawing for debris area.
During my session, the term volcanic rocks and long stretch of beaches with sand, as well, kept coming back, with "wing stuck in sand". In fact, a piece of the wing was stuck on the volcanic rocks on the beach. Reunion island is a small island, which has both sand and grey volcanic rock beaches.
I still feel that based on my session, that there is a very strong connection between a volcanic island and the plane debris/fuselage, which might not be just Reunion Island but another volcanic island close to which the remains of the plane could potentially be found down at the bottom of the ocean. I have more than 10 pages of sensory perceptions with details about the plane that I would gladly share at any time, upon request, with any agency involved in the search.