It happened for the first time over eighteen years ago. I was at a funeral home, paying my respect to a friend’s mother. Funeral homes were a scary place for me, so I quietly sat in a corner and tried to put my mind at peace. Suddenly, I felt like someone was talking to me in my head. The more I tried to shake it, the more intense it became until I finally acknowledged that the person in the coffin was communicating with me. It didn’t scare me, it was amazing. I asked for a physical proof mostly to convince myself that I wasn’t crazy. It was granted.
The same scenario repeated itself in funeral homes 5 times that same year. It was like people around me died on purpose. The more I challenged them for proof, the more convinced I became. I found myself being urged to give messages to loved ones even though I didn’t know them personally. Sensing their only chance to communicate to their family that they were still alive and well, they would pursue me until I gave the messages. They would promise the survivor someone new to marry or a long-desired baby to be born. All of those predictions were actually fulfilled to my own amazement.
One day, one of my acquaintances came to me in tears, her husband having passed away three weeks before. She was devastated. She left for work and found the house empty when she returned. The police had found him dead by his car, somewhere between the house and the grocery store. She had always depended on him for everything, NOW WHAT?
She wasn’t aware that I was a medium, few people did. Even if the moment seemed inappropriate, I told her that I could talk to dead people in funeral homes, maybe I could try contacting him.
As I never had a chance to meet her husband, she was surprised at the accuracy of my physical, mental and emotional description of him. She was finally convinced when I went on talking about details of their life together. We found out how he died and how he felt about crossing over to the other side. He was grateful about the opportunity of talking to her one more time.
Over the next year, he guided her through all the steps in order to put her life back together. She was also able to follow the transformation he was going through as the months went by. She saw a hard and bitter man become a serene and compassionate soul.
THAT IS HOW IT ALL STARTED. THAT IS MY STORY.
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March 18th, 2010 at 9:48 pm
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May 3rd, 2010 at 7:13 pm
Браво, какие нужная фраза…, великолепная мысль…
It happened for the first time over eighteen years ago. I was at a funeral home, paying my respect to a friend’s mother…..