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So we found this newly built or renovated modern hotel in Chinatown and it was called The Grant(d) Hotel - forgive me, this was well over 20years ago. Thought the name was strange to be in the town but figured, well, they didn't want any stereotypes about the location to stop people from booking there.
The owners, a young and lovely Asian-American husband and wife, led us straight to the top floor, the penthouse suit area. And my sister and I were like, we can't afford a room like this. But they said, "It's not booked and it would be a shame to let it go unoccupied. Please enjoy it." Talk about the kindness of strangers O8) O8) The room was huge with a view of the TransAmerica building in sight, and the bathroom luxurious and not a sound from outside. The hallway even had a lounge area where we could see people enjoying breakfast and reading the paper. The floor was not just a corridor with a bunch of embedded doors. Nice.
We run around town struggling up and down those damnable steeply inclined streets and then settle in for the night. I was awakened again from deep slumber, but it was my sister, crying and saying, "Didn't you hear him? Didn't you hear the music?"
(Now, travel sister, who is 3 years younger than I, has the most beautiful voice and was singing before she learned how to speak intelligible words. Recently (in that past), poetry started popping in her head and she had like 3 binders-full of them but was never confident about having even her best works published. So she sang for charities, at nursing homes during the holidays, with choirs and that was enough for her - so it seemed)
So now, another hotel with ghosts! Unbelievable. But she said she awoke to a man saying, "Hi, Girl," and what creeped her out was the voice was so familiar but she couldn't place him. Her eyes popped open and there was a man standing there between our beds. At first he was smiling but then grew concerned because he'd frightened her and he apologized. And said sadly, "You don't remember at all."
She said that he had wavy shoulder, length chestnut-reddish hair. He was wearing a T-shirt, jeans and barefoot. But she started to calm down when she realized she could see light emanating through his clothes, he was glowing through his pores, and even the hairs on his arm had a high sheen to them. And he carried a guitar.
He said, "I'm going to play a tune that you have to remember." And she said but I don't play an instrument. I only sing. And he said, "You will play an instrument but you have to remember this." And so he played and she was in heaven. When it was over, he asked her, "Did you get that? Let me play it again." And he did.
Then we were up for hours humming the tune over and over again so we wouldn't forget it. Finally, the stores opened and we dashed into an electronics department and bought a portable tape recorder, and sang that melody right there in the store.
When we got back, she decided to go back to school to learn music theory, at least attempt a degree, and started slowly learning the piano, the instrument she secretly desired to play but the family never had enough resources for her to brave asking for lessons. The poetry, music and voice fell into place and she became a composer - voice now taking second place. Finally, she's reaching the confidence level to put her music out there, with her husband - a scientists who was in a band for years - helping to set up a web site they hope to launch soon. Took years but I can't imagine her without this full rounding out of her spirit and personality.
Her first composition, now many years old, is a haunting song called "Cascades," the tune that long-haired guy played for her back in Ghostly San Francisco. A few years after setteling in San Diego and unable to afford a piano, a co-worker of my husband was going through a divorce. He said to Mr. KoB, "Hey, know anyone who could use a piano?" Mr. KoB said, "You bet I do!" :rofl:
I guess I don't have much of a summation but to believe in our inner voices that knows us so well. Believe there's more to coincidences than mere randomness. Believe that our Guides and spirits are always there inviting us to go deeper or to enjoy life fully. I don't know!
I hope you enjoyed this Sunday Morning Spirit Time :)
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