Confessions of a Spirit Messenger

As many of you know, I experienced my official spiritual awakening while living in Texas. I was working as a full time Massage Therapist in cozy, dimly lit rooms with soft music, which is highly conducive to connecting with the spirit world.  During this time, Spirit was trying very hard to show me I could trust what I was getting, and it was in this setting that some of my most memorable readings occurred. I’ve decided to dedicate the next few posts to these instances, as people seem to really enjoy hearing these stories as much as I enjoy telling them!  You may want to check out this previous post: Messages and Massages.  It was my first ‘sign’ that something was afoot! 

Having said that, after a lifetime of thinking I was imagining everything, I was about to find out that truth was definitely stranger- and more exciting- than fiction.  Let’s see how that unfolded, shall we?

I’ll call this client, “Red.”  Red was from the east coast originally, so we got along well straight out of the gate. It was only her second session when I noticed what I have come to know as a spirit who wants to communicate. I had been diligent with my meditations, and with the help of my mentor, felt a bit more confident that what I was receiving was genuine, so I decided to interact with this energy. It was a young guy, wearing a sports jersey, who wanted Red to know he was there. In my thoughts, I told him that I had only seen her twice and did not want to scare her off with this! After all, people weren’t paying me for readings, they were coming in for massage therapy. He was reluctant to leave, so I made a deal with him. I told him if he could find a way to let me know that she wanted to hear from him, that I would pass along the message.  I honestly thought it would never happen, but as I had seen time and time again, something always happens.

Red and I somehow got on the topic of our parents. We talked about how interesting it is to be in the minority, as both of our sets of parents are still married. Then she suddenly said, “but things haven’t been the same since my brother died.”  I’m sure if she could see my face she would have thought I’d just seen a ghost, and, well, I kinda did!  I looked back to the corner where the young guy was standing, and heard, “Well? Now are you going to tell her I’m here?”  I was so taken aback, that I shook my head and said, “no!”  I just couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t for lack of belief, though. It was more my feeling that it was inappropriate. I mean, at the time, I was working for a major massage chain. Can you imagine the look on my manager’s face when my clients emerge from their massage with tales from the dead? I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be one of wonder and amazement!  I told him I would let her know once I knew her just a little better….and that time did arrive a few weeks later. 

It was just after Thanksgiving. Red and I were a bit more acquainted with one another.  Every month she greeted me with a warm smile and I happily spent an hour working the kinks out of her neck and shoulders. We’d covered a number of subjects during our conversations, from where to find a good farmer’s market in the area to her best friend’s upcoming wedding. There was a point in our conversation that was perfect to ask that pressing question. “Do you believe in mediumship?”  Surprisingly, more often than not, the answer is ‘yes,’ as was the case with Red. I explained to her that during a previous session that the spirit of a young guy had made himself known, and that I believed it to be her brother. She was excited, so I proceeded. I gave her the information he was conveying to me, and she confirmed all of it. In every reading there is one moment that really nails it for people. In this one, it was an image her brother gave me of a perfectly set Thanksgiving table, complete with turkey and candles lit, but with no one sitting around it. So I asked her, “Did you cook and set your Thanksgiving table even though you spent that day alone?” She laughed and said, “Yes, I did.”  So I continued, “Because he’s showing me the table, all done up, and did you actually light candles and everything?”  She laughed harder, confirming once again, that she had done just that! Red may have thought she spent the holiday alone, but her brother made it clear that he was with her that Thanksgiving. 

~ by healingstarspirit on June 25, 2013.

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