I’m often asked if I’m bombarded by what I personally refer to as, “Merry Pop Ins.” In other words, do spirits come to me with messages all of the time? It happens. As much as I try to control it, souls do come through to me … sometimes when I least expect it.
For example, the last time I had an eye exam, the doctor noticed an eye lash that curled into my eye. He was pulling it out with a pair of tweezers when his mother came to me. She asked me to pass a message along and I told her that there was no way I was going to do that while he had tweezers one centimeter away from my eye ball!
Another time I was in a coffee shop at the Pearl Street Mall, in Boulder, when a woman who passed from cancer asked me to pass a message to her son who was sitting at a table next to me, reading. I didn’t pass any messages on to him either.
Personally, I just don’t like “ambushing” people. Not to say that I haven’t …. Today I was having lunch with a couple of women, Stacy, and Maggie, whom I met as clients, and are now becoming friends. I met Stacy when she came to me because she wanted to reconnect with her mother. A few months later she made another appointment. Normally, I don’t like doing more than one appointment for the same person in less than a year. I’m glad I did with Stacy. Her father and her brother both passed within 6 weeks of each other. She was now the only one in her family left.
As we were eating lunch I started getting messages for Stacy. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to pass them on. I’ve had people who’ve invited me to lunch hoping to get a “free” discernment, or clairvoyant reading. I knew this wasn’t the case with Stacy, so I told her that her brother was with us, and that he brought her mother with him. Before long, her father showed up as well. Then she reminded me that the anniversary of her father and brother’s passing is coming up. Her brother told her they haven’t left her. Her mother told her to keep moving on with her life. Her father wanted her to know that they were all proud of her.
Probably the strangest part for me was when I picked up a pickle that came with my lunch and her brother told me how much he loved, and missed eating, pickles. Stacy confirmed this. This one of several pieces of information that brought tears to her eyes. I couldn’t help wondering if people around us were thinking, “What is he saying to her to make her cry like that?”
Stacy, I feel your peace.
Anthony
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