Confessions of a Spirit Messenger

In the early stages of my psychic side finally being allowed to come out and play, I didn’t trust it.  Big surprise, right?  Some of what transpired during my massage sessions was just as much for my benefit as it was for theirs. I needed to learn to trust what I was getting, and this story is a prime example. I’ll call this next client, ‘Laura.’

It was a fairly quiet night, with a mellowness to it that was unusual for a weekday.  I was booked for a 2-hour session with Laura.  What I first noticed about her was her Cape Cod sweatshirt.  “Hey, did you go to the Cape?” I asked her.  “I live there!” she answered.   She immediately seemed more relaxed and at ease, which is what I strive for when meeting a new client.  In this case, it was that connection to home and that mutual look that says, “what are you doing all the way in Texas?”

She had no specifications for her session, so we decided to focus on relaxation.  As I said, for some people, they are much more comfortable talking to me while they are being worked on than they are falling asleep.  Sometimes I think it’s nervousness, but once they begin talking there is an immediate softening of the muscles, and a sense that they are actually releasing the tension in their bodies by talking about their current issues, so I go with it.  Who am I to tell someone they have to be still and quiet during their session?

Laura talked about a lot of things going on in her life, while I listened, stopping only to let me know if she wanted me to adjust the amount of pressure I was using.  During the first 15 minutes of the session, I began to see two figures beginning to show themselves right beside the opposite end of the table.  I could tell one was a child and one was an adult.  “Uh-oh,” I thought, “not a good time guys!  I’ve only known this lady for 15 minutes!  I can’t scare her away this early in the session!”  They lingered for a few minutes, but faded after I mentally told them I couldn’t speak with them at that moment.

At the 1 hour and 45 minute mark, the conversation shifted, and she suddenly comes out with, “I wish my sister would go see someone like John Edward.”  I asked her why.  She started telling me the story.  “A couple of years ago, my sister was in a car following her husband and her son up over the bridge to New Hampshire.  You know that bridge?”  I told her I did. She continued on, telling me that as they were going over the bridge, the car her sister’s husband and son were in tumbled over and fell down over the side of the bridge.  The husband died and the son had broken every bone in his body, dying shortly after.

At this point, I’m realizing why I had seen the two figures– the adult and child.  This was her sister’s husband and son.  Unfortunately, since she had given me all of this information, I couldn’t give her sister a reading.  I knew too much at that point.  Instead, I referred her to my mentor.

It was at this point that I was learning I could trust what I was seeing and getting.  To see something like that, and then find out it was valid after the fact, proved to me that I was really connecting to the Spirit world.  Once again, the message was, “trust.”

~ by healingstarspirit on September 12, 2013.

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Tags: Life after Death, massage and messages, spirit communication, trusting your intuition