A few years ago, a woman came to see me. She was composed and in good humour initially. During the time that we had, I was able to connect with her mother, who had passed within the past year. I went into the detail of what her mother looked like, how she passed etc. etc. Then her mother continued, and wanted to talk about her daughters daughter.
I have to point out, I do not remember this woman's name, nor had I ever met her before. I knew absolutely nothing about her family. It was only that at the end of the visit, she confirmed absolutely everything I said to her.
When I communicate with deceased loved ones, I blend in with their energy, so closely that I see through their eyes, and I experience what they experience while they come and visit us, the living.
I can be so detailed, that I could look at someones sheets, and tell by touching them in my brain, by looking at them, with my spirit, by looking at the tags on them, with my spirit, how much thread count they were, or if they were Egyptian cotton. How I do it, is simple. Blending in with spirit and paying attention to detail.
This afternoon, her mother began talking about her daughter, and constantly was referring to the girls wheelchair. This wheelchair though was not just a normal wheelchair, but one where the girl was half lying down, half sitting.
I generally as I've said before don't remember my sittings, only on very odd occasion, remarkable occasions, where I myself am blown away by the power of spirit.
Then the grandmother continued talking about her granddaughter and spoke of the physical therapy she was receiving and the massages. The girls favorite moment of massage was when the back of her legs were massaged upwards.
Then she spoke about the girls favourite movie, which was 'When Crinch stole Christmas'
She spoke about so many other things, also her current lung condition, and that she was worried about her overall health as it felt like it was deteriorating rapidly.
To make a very long story short, it was an interesting sitting, because I never felt like the young girl 15 was able to speak. I knew she was able to move her eyes very minimally.
The young woman who came to see me, told me at the end of the sitting, that her daughter was born with only a partial brain, and that she was never able to communicate verbally about anything at all.
The mother told me that all the little details, I brought through were spot on, and that she had a feeling that some of the things I mentioned were her daughters favourite things to do, or watch. She just never ever had any confirmation at all, until the day her deceased mother told her everything the spirit of her daughter told her. The day she came to see me.
The grandmother also told us, that she had continuous dialogues with her 15 year old daughter, and she kept her entertained.
This was the first time I ever communicated with a spirit, who then communicated with a 'brain dead' person.
Because of this experience, I then knew that any issues of i.e. people like Terry Schiavo didn't need to be as complicated as they become.
Call in a good medium, call in 10 if need be, and communicate with the spirit of the person, and ask them, what do they want.
I realize that this is so far out of the science of communication. These days people forget that there is more to life than just the vessel we travel in, so so so much more.
Needless to say, the woman who came to see me, was crying so much at the end of the sitting. She felt like a load had been lifted off her, yet she was also very realistic that her daughter was probably in the last weeks here on earth. I never ever predict any ones passing. I'm merely a human being, that is able to see things others can't see. It's against my ethics, and against my belief system to ever predict any ones passing. Although, often times I can see it.
I don't think the young girl lived far beyond her 16th year, but once she passed her mother could rest easy that she'd be with her grandmother, who absolutely adored her.
Spirit is a powerful thing, we must never forget that.
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