Yesterday I unexpectedly saw on the coffee table in front of me a strip of paper stating something like "This book was written by my grandfather." It was a strip of paper I had long ago affixed to a small volume written by my late grandfather. I had put it there so that if the volume was discovered after my death, my family might remember to keep the volume or read the volume. The volume was stored behind a cabinet door about two meters from the coffee table. I saw another family member doing a little tidying up near where the volume was stored, but I did not see the cabinet door being opened; and I can think of no reason why anyone would have moved the piece of paper from its location affixed to the book behind the cabinet door to the coffee table in front of me.
Trying to explain this in a paranormal way, you might explain it as a kind of suggestion from my late grandfather, a suggestion to read his book.
Something else involving what seemed like an inexplicable displacement went on in the middle of the night, also with what seemed like a connection to a deceased family member. But for a private reason I will not describe what occurred.
Postscript: Today I picked up the book written by my grandfather, and read one of his stories, a whimsical tale about a doctor who dies and goes to Heaven. The doctor is dismayed that everyone in Heaven is healthy and pain-free, and feels that this leaves him with no doctor work to do. He decides his skills would best be used elsewhere, so he journeys to a kind of Hades where there's significant suffering for him to alleviate. Eventually in the story the doctor goes back to Heaven.
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