Archive for October, 2009

About a year ago, a client and friend booked me for an evening of readings in her home. She had several friends from work who wanted to have readings. None of them had ever had a reading, and all thought they would feel more comfortable having readings one on one throughout an evening with friends.

I arrived for the appointment a little late and a little stressed. I am the mother of three children, two of whom are affected by autism. Sometimes evening appointments can be really challenging to get to, as autistic children like for things to be the same and on the same schedule. I felt blessed that this client was also a close friend who knew my struggles and challenges, and I felt certain had conveyed them.

Upon arriving, I said hello to everyone, and of course, apologized for being late, set myself up in the room they wanted me in, and began to meditate to release all the energy that was my own, ground myself, and ask for guidance. I asked, as I always do, to be made a vessel of light and to be given information to help, inspire, and enlighten the people who would be coming in one by one that evening.

All ready for the first reading, I walked back down the hall to see who would be going first. As everyone looked up to see me appear in the doorway, a woman stood and said, “I have to go first you guys. We are really going to fight tonight if he has to keep the kids very long for me to do this!” Everyone laughed, and I said, “Well, then, I guess you’ll be going first!”

We sat down, got comfortable, and I asked her what type of reading she was hoping for. She told me she was hoping for just an overall type reading, and was also hoping there might be someone who would come through for her during the reading from the other side. She said she would be excited to hear from anyone, as she had many loved ones who had already crossed.

With that I began the reading, giving her information about various events and such that I saw in her future, describing people, and answering her questions. We were just about to wrap up, when I felt the shift of energy, and ringing sensation in my ears that signals to me there is someone coming through to communicate.

I described for her the two spirits I saw - what they looked like, what their personalities were like, and how they had died, and told her, “The female is saying she is Mom and he is saying he is Dad, but I get the feeling they are not.” I gave her the female’s name, and described a ring the male showed me, to which she informed me, “You have my mother and father in-law.”

I gave her the messages they had specifically for her, feeling and seeing the release of her emotion that such communication always brings when information is given that validates beyond a doubt the further existence of loved ones lost.

Then, a dog seemed to come out of nowhere, running all around me, stopping for a moment, and then going back from where he came. I described the dog as a retired police dog or a German Sheppard to my client, describing the dog in full detail, and asked her if she knew the dog. She said she didn’t, but she thought her husband had a dog like I was describing as a child. I felt the energy of all who were visiting pulling back, and as they were leaving I heard, “Tell him we love him and we have Buddy!”

I told her, “They want your husband to know they love him and that Buddy is with them. Please tell him that.”

“I will.” She said. “I don’t know the name of his dog from childhood, but I can’t wait to get home and tell him about this and about Buddy. He doesn’t believe there is anything after death, and he wasn’t very happy about my getting a reading. He says it’s all hogwash!"

I hugged her, bid her well, and received the next client.

The next day, bright and early, I received a call from the dear lady who had gotten a surprise visit from her in-laws the evening before. She was in tears as she was telling me her husband’s reaction to the message and validation he had received through his mother naming his childhood friend. His life direction had been completely turned around, overnight, by one simple sentence from the other side.

The messages that need to come through always do.