Monday November 3, 2011
A few months ago a woman booked a reading with me.She lived in another state, I didn't know her or anything about her the appointment was even booked for her by someone else.
The tiny blonde walked in to my reading room and sat down. A little frosty faced I thought at first to be quite honest. All I could get from spirit was a young man, maybe late 20's early 30's and a sound. That was it. I asked her "Is this young man your son?"... already rattled that I couldn't seem to get through her spook barrier. It doesn't happen often but it happens. "Yes" she said.
I think during our hour together I may have validated her Mother but that was about it. Drawing to a close with the admission I was struggling, a message came through from spook to tell her not to sign a contract as she was about to get ripped off. Her son in spirit was adamant and insisted I delivered the message before she left my room. That was all I could get - other than the odd vision or word from one of her parents but I certainly couldn't do a full one hour reading, I drew a blank for most of it.
A few weeks later *Rosie called me to tell me she had indeed received a contract and wanted to know if I would mind taking a look at it. I did and I advised her not to sign it. It was a publishing contract for the story of her son's brutal murder to be ghost written. It also involved telling how the justice system in the relevant jurisdiction had handled it. As we were talking on the telephone I could see her son in spirit *Richard sitting on the end of the bed clicking a pen and grinning at me. I explained this and also told Rosie although I knew what he was up to but there was an ethical and moral issue with my taking over the project as I had advised her not to sign the contract. She had to find someone else to write the story. I simply could not write the story for her as it would look like my advice was deliberate to get the work for myself, and therefore make money out of my recommendation and in my capacity as the owner of a publishing company.
Next day I was making coffee and I felt someone behind me, I had a song in my head that I had no idea where it came from either. I was feeling quite frisky! Full of fun like I needed to find someone to play a trick on or something! I turned around and there was Richard in spirit but coming to me in the physical, grinning, making fun of me, singing and dancing, calling me short of all things (he is right by the way!). The next time I spoke with Rosie I told her about her son pranking me, she said "Yes, he used to do that to me all the time!"
A few weeks (I think it was weeks and not days) later I woke in the night. I knew I was awake because I could hear the rain on the roof and two possums having a hissing match in the tree by the window. I settled to go back to sleep and suddenly felt bitterly cold. I know it wasn't as sudden as I thought now because I had clearly drifted off into my spook space. The events that followed next were more like a nightmare than a vision or spiritual message. I can't begin to describe it and I won't because Richard's Mum will read this and she doesn't need that all over again. Suffice to say Richard had taken me through the events leading to his death. Let me make something quite clear..Richard was NOT a criminal, a drug dealer, violent, aggressive, prone to fighting or anything like that. He was a normal loving father of four.
The feeling stayed with me like a bad dream that I just couldn't shake off. Visions of greenery, feelings of cold and noise that meant nothing to me, kept entering and leaving my head as if to remind me of something I had never actually experienced. As a medium you have to tread carefully with anyone who has lost a child. I had learned a hard and emotionally brutal lesson earlier in the year on the same subject and was wary to say the least but something kept nagging at me about this. It took me a few weeks to actually tell Rosie about it and she confirmed that some of the feelings and sights I had seen were possibly true. I say possibly because we can only rely on evidence from the murderers and where Richard's body was found. I was devastated that another human being, let alone three youths could take someone else's life as a form of entertainment.
Eventually I agreed with Rosie to write the book, you got me Richard you smooth talking gorgeous man you. Having a background in law, publishing and being a medium it seemed to make perfect sense to us, and clearly to Richard weeks before we caught on!. The only condition was that I was not to be paid, in kind or otherwise. I had to maintain my moral as well as my professional ethic, not to mention a clear conscience.
Obviously as a medium Rosie asked me if the book would do well. I had nothing from my own spooks on the subject. I still couldn't read for her. Now and again I would "feel" Richard and I remember one incident that made us both laugh. I was in the shower and through the glass I could see Richard, what's more, he had bought a friend with him! Explaining the friend and the circumstances of his death Rosie confirmed she knew who it was and he was a friend of Richards. I could "see" him (Richard) but most times I got nothing from him by way of messages or predictions. The same with Rosie's parents, I could see them, describe them but rarely was I able to give Rosie anything of substance other than a validation they were there. It irritated me that I couldn't read for her and worried me a little that my radar was bent!
Then about a week ago, some eight months later we were doing an interview session for the book and Rosie mentioned a medium she knew in her hometown. Rosie said "If she had been accurate I would have been on the phone to her every night," and then a quiet voice beside me in spirit said "Do you understand now Honey?" The penny dropped. I was to write the book, but as a result of that and to prevent me being hurt like the previous time and more importantly to allow Rosie to continue through the grieving process to find her own way of coping, I was cut off by spirit.
Had I been able to connect with Richard easily of course any grieving Mother would want that all of the time rather than learning to let go and remember the happy times. As a consequence if Rosie was constantly talking to her friend who could read for her, Richard's journey would be hindered and Rosie would never come out the other side of her grief and back into the light of day. There was also the risk I would be hurt again and as P said, "No darling, you have done that lesson, you don't need to do it again..." Richard wanted the book written. Richard knew his Mother was going to get something different than normal out of our meeting. I firmly believe the little so and so engineered it!
It is true..spirit moves in mysterious and sometimes 'obvious after the fact' ways.
The book will be completed in 2016.
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