I'm happy these days as I'm able to pace myself nicely. I work when I need to, and I don't work if I don't feel like it. It's important I'm learning in my field, as if I work even when I don't want to, it hits me really hard, emotionally and physically. It's called getting burned out.These days I'm up and running again.Yesterday I saw a man, who had lost his wife about a year ago. A few things happened which to me is rather obvious. He himself is very 'left brained' and no matter how much proof I bring him, he will still question the survival of the spirit. To me it's irrelevant what he believes, as I am not one to try and convince anyone at all. The way I look at it, it doesn't matter to me whether you believe or not, the proof is in the pudding, and I'll serve you the best pudding I know how.
I brought through a couple of relatives, and I told him his wife was there too. Finally when I got to her, I barely described her condition of her passing. That is rare and different for me, as usually I'll get the details of their illnesses they passed from. I'm not sure why it was different. But then I continued and described her hair, the colour, the thickness the texture etc. etc. I described her face, her eyes, her eye colour, her cheekbones and her 'chapped lips' I myself never get chapped lips, and how I described her was very different from my own features. I have finer features. Then suddenly a huge spider came waltzing across the floor. This wouldn't be newsworthy except that it's 30F and a nor' easter raging outside, and a spider really didn't fit into the environment that day. Also I've had my appointments there for almost 3 years and I've never ever seen a spider before. I paused the tape, and said to the gentleman: 'I hope you're not afraid of spiders, but there is a huge spider walking towards you'. He then told me, his wife was terrified of spiders, and there was a story when he teased her with a spider, and she twisted her ankle. To me that spider was just a small sign.During this sitting also I spoke of cards, postcards that had inspirational messages. One in particular that was from an Aunt, had yellow on the front of it, and something blue too. He then told me he had not had the courage since his wife's passing to go through the cards, but they were waiting for him at the kitchen table. There were many more things I described to him, in his home that he was able to acknowledge and recognize.I spoke of his children in detail, and where they are at in life, and where they're headed. I was able to describe them all, and I was able to describe the child that saw this man as a father figure in his life, even though he wasn't. The simple things as the chapped lips, I described to him, what more proof does one need?During the sitting I know with all the information I spoke of, it could not have been anyone else but his wife.He admitted to his skepticism, and I told him I understood, as for many years I was a complete atheist.
I brought through a couple of relatives, and I told him his wife was there too. Finally when I got to her, I barely described her condition of her passing. That is rare and different for me, as usually I'll get the details of their illnesses they passed from. I'm not sure why it was different. But then I continued and described her hair, the colour, the thickness the texture etc. etc. I described her face, her eyes, her eye colour, her cheekbones and her 'chapped lips' I myself never get chapped lips, and how I described her was very different from my own features. I have finer features. Then suddenly a huge spider came waltzing across the floor. This wouldn't be newsworthy except that it's 30F and a nor' easter raging outside, and a spider really didn't fit into the environment that day. Also I've had my appointments there for almost 3 years and I've never ever seen a spider before. I paused the tape, and said to the gentleman: 'I hope you're not afraid of spiders, but there is a huge spider walking towards you'. He then told me, his wife was terrified of spiders, and there was a story when he teased her with a spider, and she twisted her ankle. To me that spider was just a small sign.During this sitting also I spoke of cards, postcards that had inspirational messages. One in particular that was from an Aunt, had yellow on the front of it, and something blue too. He then told me he had not had the courage since his wife's passing to go through the cards, but they were waiting for him at the kitchen table. There were many more things I described to him, in his home that he was able to acknowledge and recognize.I spoke of his children in detail, and where they are at in life, and where they're headed. I was able to describe them all, and I was able to describe the child that saw this man as a father figure in his life, even though he wasn't. The simple things as the chapped lips, I described to him, what more proof does one need?During the sitting I know with all the information I spoke of, it could not have been anyone else but his wife.He admitted to his skepticism, and I told him I understood, as for many years I was a complete atheist.
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