The Souls Know Even If I Don’t

When I’m doing a session, I have a fee for one person, and an additional fee for anyone else who’s sitting in on the session. The one stipulation is that everyone must willing to hear from the same soul(s). This is to avoid confusion during the reading.

I did a session for a woman literally halfway around the world from where I live in Denver, Colorado. She paid for just herself during the reading, which we did over Skype. I didn’t know that her daughter was sitting off to the side, listening, but the soul of her son did.

“I have a male soul who’s telling me he passed tragically. Do you understand this?”

“Yes.”

“He keeps saying it was a tragedy as far as you’re concerned. He was here, then he was there. His passing was quick… unexpected.”

“Yes.”

“I’m feeling an impact to my head.”

“Yes.”

“He’s telling me he’s your contemporary. He’s telling me he’s your contemporary. In other words, he’s a little older or a little younger. Is he your brother?”

“No.”

“Your husband?”

“No.”

“I don’t understand. He’s making me feel that you two are close.”

“Yes.”

“He’s also making me feel that you two are around the same age.”

“No.”

“Okay. I’ll let it go for now. Who has the ‘L’ name, like Larry, Lonnie, Laurie.”

“No,” looking confused.

“Yes. There’s an L with an ‘i’ or ‘y’ sound.”

“No.”

We suddenly lost the Skype connection. When it came back she said to me, “I have to tell you something. My daughter is here.”

“There?”

“Yes.”

“Sitting there?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to see her.” Her daughter came into view. “Hi, what is your name?”

“Lexi.”

Normally at this point I’d end the session and reschedule the session to include the extra sitter(s). But I decided against it, at least until I passed on one more piece of evidence. “Was your brother 17 when he passed?”

“No.”

“What’s the significance of the number 17? Or the 17th of the month?” Lexi and her mother looked confused. Before either of them could say anything I continued, “Oh… I’m supposed to wish someone ‘happy birthday.'”

Lexi burst into tears. “That’s me. My birthday was on the 17th. Two days ago.”

“Happy birthday from both of us,” I told her.

 

My point in sharing this story is that it’s a great example of what the souls are always saying – “We are never alone.” They are always with us, and aware of what’s going on. The mother admitted that the first pieces of validation made sense – for her daughter. I didn’t know her daughter was there, but her son did, and there was no way he was leaving her out of the conversation. Personally, I’m glad he didn’t.

 

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