Perhaps you remember what happened in my memoir, Messages of Hope, after I connected a
woman named Connie with her mother and father who had passed. She then sent two of her sisters to me for a
reading on separate occasions without telling me that they were her
sisters. I was confused as to why I sensed such
similar evidence from a mother and father in three different readings. Only when the sisters identified themselves
did I realize that I had been set up as a way of testing if the connection with
the other side was genuine. I actually thought
their subterfuge was great. It allowed
the three sisters’ parents to clearly show that they had survived the
transition called death.
Fast forward to present day.
Several months ago I received an email from a woman who provided only
two first names. She had seen by the
calendar of events on my website that I would be speaking at a conference in Chapel
Hill, NC, this past weekend. She
inquired if it would be possible to have a reading in person at that time and I
agreed. Normally I give priority to
those on my waiting list, but because I am traveling for six months most of my
readings are by phone. While the
connection with those on the other side is just as good as in person, I miss
the more personal interaction with the sitter that a face-to-face reading
affords.
I greeted my sitter, who appeared to be about thirty years
old. I asked her if she had a long
drive to get to my hotel. When we had
confirmed the appointment by phone, I noticed a South Carolina phone
number. She replied that the drive was
three hours, and that she had stayed in another hotel the night before. I mentally sent up a prayer that her time and
expense would be well rewarded with a strong connection with the loved one she
hoped to connect with.
As soon as the session began I sensed a male presence and
heard “Daddy dearest.” When I reported
that this fatherly figure felt very happy to see her and was giving her a big
hug, she laughed with delight. Next I
reported that he was indicating a connection with North Carolina’s “research
triangle” and was talking about a professor.
My sitter stated that she was a professor and had graduated from one of
the research triangle universities. We
were off and running!
Then Dad said as clear as day, “Mom is here.” I reported this verbatim to my sitter and
asked, “Is your mother on the other side?” I couldn’t help but think that she
was awfully young to have lost both parents.
When she claimed that her mother was alive, I responded, “So maybe your
father is talking about his mother. Is
she on the other side?” Again, the
answer was no. Puzzled because his words
had been so clear, I said, “Then why would he say, “Mom is here?”
“Well, my mom is here.”
Even more confused, I said, “You mean in the hotel?”
“Well, she’s actually sitting in the car outside.”
Thrilled that the father in spirit knew his wife had come
with his daughter, I asked if my sitter would like her mother to join us. The young woman then informed me that her mother
had already had a reading with me.
Surprised, I realized it would be much more fun to ask the father who
his wife was than to ask my sitter who her mother was. I have given approximately 1000 readings,
so the woman could have been one of many grieving widows anywhere in the country. As soon as I asked the father in spirit, he showed me his wife sitting
across from me with her other daughter in a reading I conducted two years earlier. When I stated what I was seeing with particular details of that occasion to my sitter, she
confirmed that I had correctly placed her with her family.
I had been set up again.
“Get your mother up here!” I said with excitement, adding, “but only if you
want her here.”
I could feel Dad’s energy hanging around as my sitter placed a call
and we dragged in another chair from the hallway. I hugged Mom when she walked in the door, and
gently teased both of them about not telling me what they were up to.
“She’s a scientist,” Mom stated. “She needed proof.” And minutes later when we resumed the
conversation with Dad, he showed me several insects under a magnifying glass,
prompting me to talk about biology, which turned out to be his daughter’s specialty.
Having given the proof they needed to know that he was
present, Dad proceeded to give a tremendously wise and comforting series of messages that
focused on how to move forward in the grieving process. Little did I know that Mom had reached a low point in spite of her previous reading. It seems that Dad knew his wife needed the reading more than his daughter the scientist. After every few loving suggestions for healing he threw
in verifiable pieces of evidence that I could not know to show that he was
still very much present in his family’s life and that his healing messages were
not merely platitudes from me.
At the end of a teary, love-filled session, we laughed again
at how mother and daughter had set me up. They assured me that it hadn’t really been a test. If not, then the set-up came from the other side. This actually happens quite often. I receive more
requests for readings than I can handle.
I have learned to ask my Team above which unanticipated requests I most need to
honor. I never know until I give the
reading why I say yes to some and “I’m sorry, but not at this time” to
others. Clearly, this family reunion was meant to happen exactly as it had.
The two worlds are so very connected. What joy it brings to show this to a family
and help to assuage their grief. I so
wish I could do this personally for all who desire this experience. For
now, it is my fervent wish that in sharing this story these words bring hope to others who have
endured a loss , helping them and you to know that our loved ones who have passed are as close as our
breath.