A Message From Jake

In September of 2019, we got a phone call from a friend of ours. We met N_____ through my mother, and we became friends with her ourselves. She knew Jake, he even stayed with her for a while. She told us she had been in her yoga class and had a visit from Jake. Now she is a down-to-earth, practical person, not prone to fantasy or “woo-woo” much. She told us he had given her a message for us and she wanted to. tell us what it was. The phone call went on for a long while. I asked her to write down what she told us, and this is what she said. I have not edited her words, this is how she wrote it.

Visit From Jake

Jake was standing on a paved road. He was on the left side of the road, facing north. To his left there were small trees/bushes, light green in color. There were also a couple of houses, like those with red roofs. 

Jake’s body turned towards me. If his body was facing north, I was below, (maybe bc I was engaged in sitting poses so I was down) like south – east to him. Seeing him brought tears to my eyes. I was surprised to see him. I asked him how he was, he said he is fine. His face serious, like he is pursuing a mission. He hasn’t moved or changed his pose, standing turning towards me, while his feet point to the direction ahead of him, where he was going.

He kept telling me that he needed to leave (the world) bc he needed answers he couldn’t find. He didn’t use the words death or dying. He kept saying that he came to the world to learn and get answers, but couldn’t get it there, so he had to leave to find the answers elsewhere. He kept saying it and his face remained serious, focused.

He said that he knows his parents are angry, but he wants them to understand that he needed to get the answers. It was almost like he was saying that the reason for his life. why he was on “earth” was to learn, but he needed to leave the world to do the learning he was after.

I asked him why did he come to me, he said that he wants me to tell his parents what he said. He wants me to deliver that message to them.

That was a 70-75 minutes class. Jake was there for a good hour. I was constantly engaged with him in this conversation (and again I want to emphasize, continuing practicing the yoga poses)

Towards the end (of the class) I also saw him laughing and smiling, but I no longer remember the narrative. Maybe it was towards the end, and after an hour it gains certain normalcy.

For the next day and a half, Thursday night, all day Friday, and half of the Saturday, his image in front of my eyes, was very clear. Standing the way I saw him in the yoga class, demanding, in a quiet and very polite way, that I’ll talk and tell you, the parents, of what he wanted you to know. It was utmost important for him that you would understand what he said, that you’ll know of his explanation.

I actually meant to come to you and tell you face to face. His demanding presence was there the whole time. Yet, it was not a pushy or rude in any way. It was friendly and kind.

After you called on Saturday, the words just jumped off me. If I was trying to find time of driving to see you at home, pocking the phone and hearing you, Terry, the words just came out and you both heard it, on the phone.

What I find especially interesting, is that after I spoke to you, the clarity of his image, became weaker, receding more into the background, and the following day or perhaps Sat. night, I saw Jake, hoping and jumping with joy, smiling and laughing. 

This ending feels a good one. isn’t it?

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This brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. I believe there are things in this world that we don’t know of, things far beyond our ability to perceive them or understand them. I don’t doubt this account one iota. Maybe Jake is on his knowledge quest in another world, or another universe, or another dimension. Honestly, I don’t know. It gives me small comfort to hear these words, but some comfort nonetheless. I wish I could have taught him what he desperately needed to know, in this world.

So the Fountain flows, the world turns, we fly around the sun toward an unknown destiny. If I learn anything new, I’ll be back to share it.

Peace to all of you.

About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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