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Monday, July 6, 2015

The Right Time

Mediums don’t summon ghosts. What we do is expand our senses to receive subtle vibrations from the World of Spirit, interpret them as information, and share them with people who come to us hoping for a message from a loved one. We can’t guarantee that a specific loved one will come forward but we can guarantee that if you receive a message from Spirit, it is because you need to hear that particular message, because your candle needed the light that another flame had to offer at that moment.

You see psychic mediums on television shows all the time, running around and seemingly delivering impromptu spirit messages in public to strangers who have not sought this information. I am grateful that this hasn’t happened to me. I’m not sure what I would do. I suppose if the spirit person was insistent enough and relentless enough, I would deliver the message to a stranger. However, I think I would always be concerned about the possibility of causing more grief to someone even in presenting what I would consider an act of compassion. It’s a tough decision.

 A couple of days ago, I received an email that a dear friend of mine was concerned about husband’s brother, who had been incommunicado for several days. His residence was several hours away from theirs and they were considering having the police check on him. Yesterday while I was working, I felt a young man come into my space, and take up a position behind me and to the left.

His complexion was fair and he was dark blond, and of average height and build. I knew it was the missing brother-in-law but he did not literally identify himself. His overall aura was muddled and his mental state was bewildered. I asked him if he wanted to give me his name or any other information about himself and he didn’t answer. He just stood there, confused, like someone who has had a stroke or is suffering from a dementia and doesn’t understand where they are or how they got there. So I sent him a mental image of my friend and asked if there was anything he wanted to tell his family.

The haze around him cleared a little and I heard the word, “Accident.” I repeated the word to him and said, “Okay, it was an accident. I have that. Is there anything else?” The word, “Sorry” came.  I repeated that word and then told him that it was okay with me if he wanted to stick around for a while, and that he could look for angels and family members. That they were waiting for him and would help him see and understand God. He did hang around for a bit and gradually faded away. Or perhaps I got busy with work and that’s what ended the contact.

At that time, I had not heard anything from my friend except that they were going to send the police to check on her brother-in-law. I decided to sit tight, because the timing wasn’t right for the message I had just received. It’s not something you want to tell a family that hasn’t asked for information, a family that is hoping their loved one is safe and alive.

In the afternoon, the email came that the police had investigated and informed the family that the brother-in-law had been found deceased and it was initially thought that there was a drug overdose. This was particularly difficult for the family because only a month earlier, another sibling had committed suicide. Now was the time for the message to be delivered. Their grief was already strong enough about the first death and they didn’t need to be traumatized by thinking the brother had done the same thing.

So I emailed my friend and told her what had happened. I had never told her before that I am a medium. We have a long distance social media relationship that is based on strong mutual interests and we love each other dearly. But I told her about myself and gave the message. I apologized if this added any more grief to the situation. Then I waited for her reply.

Late last night she responded and said that my email had really helped them. They are devastated by his death because he was very young, but they felt it was not intentional and now they know for sure that it was an accident. I feel blessed to have been able to help a little bit.

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