Trembling and Shaking

It is not that I've forgotten to write blogs, only my own health has been a little low lately. Today's writing though is about my experience this past week. A lady came to see me, who had never in her life seen a medium, not in real life nor on TV. It was an interesting session as I told her like I always do: I will try my absolute best to bring through without a doubt the loved one you miss so dearly, the person you came to meet up with today.

Immediately I sensed a very dear friend of hers come through, and I described him the best I could. He died prematurely and most of his issues through out his life was not taking care of himself.

At one point, he showed me all his physical symptoms, and my right arm began shaking tremendously. All the way up to my neck and somewhat in my head. The lady understood everything I was saying to her, and the shaking especially.

In my sittings I encourage questions, and she proceeded to ask me how he passed, as there was some confusion about that.

He then showed me the medication he took for different ailments, and that the doctors had warned him not to mix too much of certain medication.

Well her friend S. was exhausted by life, and decided one day on the dosage himself.

The nice thing though, before his passing, and this came through in the reading was that he had such a hard time telling anyone that he loved them, because he was raised in a battered home.

The night before he died, he told his friend 'I love you' Only that one time.

It is a memory that she will carry with her, for the rest of her life. Despite her loss, she will have that, that only once in his life did he tell someone he loved them and that was her.

I think this is a beautiful story of non-judgement. We cannot judge anyone of how they pass. We all end up in the same place after this lifetime, 'The Higher Side' as I like to call it. We all meet up eventually, and those last words can be so powerful and healing. What a gift she received that day.

The Last Words....

This is just a very quick thought I'd like to add.

When people are in the process of passing into spirit, frequently it seems as though they are trying to say something. Loved ones standing by their bedside are curious what they are saying, or who they're calling out to.

I know that in 99% of the time when people call out, they're calling out to those that have gone before them, they're calling out to those they loved the most, and those, that loved them the most. It is because their vision into the other realm has expanded and they are then able to see that their loved ones are right there by their bedside.

Often I have people coming to me, asking me what were they trying to say? One of the last times I remember this happening a lady had witnessed her mothers last breath. Her mother was calling something she said. She thought she was saying: 'How'? 'How'? repeatedly. The woman was left with a lot of questions, what was her mother asking? Her mother wasn't asking her anything at all. She was calling out to her husband, who had passed many years before her. I knew this as I saw, and felt her husband Howard standing right by her side on the higher side, that this woman's mother was calling his name. Howard, Howard. Because he was there to greet her, and to assist her in her last moments before dying.

Dying is like rebirth, it can be painstaking. But after the darkness of illness there is light, there is peace, and there is this eternal calmness and joy.

Courage and Bravery

Today I saw one of my colleagues working, and doing a splendid job as always. He is by far one of my absolutely favourite mediums.
It was brave because yesterday his cousin died in a fire. She was only 21.
My colleague who is only 26, has lost 4 close family members in 15 months, one after the other. It has been a great toll, and I don't understand how he does it. He is brave beyond words, and he has courage to admire.
I'd like to send my prayers out to his cousin, a beautiful 21 year old woman, who lost her life 2 days ago.
It is so painful when the young ones go, and it is so extremely difficult to watch that, and be of no help.

I remember when my little cousin died at the age of four. She was wise beyond her years, with big blue eyes.
It has impacted me for life, and I think of her often. She is missed, even to this day, and it's been over 20 years since she passed.

They die young, those the Gods love the most.
This is a saying we often use in obituaries where I come from. This was the sentence I remember most vividly from my cousins obituary.
When my cousin died, half of the city closed down. Her family was well known and everybody mourned.
Regardless of family, the love is always the same, the loss is always as great.

To lose children is the most painful thing a parent can go through. I cannot even fathom the enormity of it.

I sympathize with all those that have lost children into the hands of god.
Blessed be they all.