I stood in an unfamiliar home that appeared to be cleaned, stripped down to its bare minimum, without personal touches such as rugs or pictures, almost like it was to be sold. No one was home, at least I thought, while I wandered through the quarters. Then I ran into a swinging door that would not open. When I pushed at the door, it felt like something, or someone, was holding it closed shut. A shove with my shoulder and I forced my way into a dark room piled high with boxes. With what little light I had, I noticed a pile of unwrapped merchandise stacked together. Among the packages were several designer lighters with some shaped like angels. This certainly was guidance’s way to ensure me a light on my path. I silently made a promise when I flicked the flame.
Behold light….and not for a cigarette! (A bad habit I gave up when becoming a mom but still craved).
Now I could see the path before me clearly. I held the flame high to discover the room looked like a storage facility with mountains of boxes pushed together. It appeared as if someone tried to organize the clutter, because a small path meandered through walls of stuff. My attention was drawn to things ruffling on the floor in front of me as a small gray, haired woman ran around one of the corners. From behind, I made the mental note that her hair and build resembled the mother, Sue Guerin, of the family who hosted my Spirit Salon earlier this evening.
I called out to the woman, but she didn’t stop nor did she care to respond. She clearly gave me the sense that I wasn’t welcome when she ran away. Yet, something drove me forward, carefully, as I held the lighter in hand that could torch the entire pit. Just then, I tripped over some garbage on the floor and fell against one of the piles. I wrestled to my feet when I realized she darted across my path again. I ran after her only to discover another cluttered room that was decorated for a young boy. Depressing. Its gloomy, dark appearance made me feel uncomfortable entering. I turned to continue forward, when a light, bigger than my little flame, opens up the entire space to help me see the masses of clutter. It’s overwhelming as I stand within its walls. A voice booms that the space is to be cleared so she can be released. Who is she? I looked over my shoulder to see who spoke; it was an angel standing in a glorious light.
Then I woke up.
The clock on my TV read that 45 minutes had passed since I fell asleep on my sofa. My program was over and instead an annoying commercial played. Irritated by the spirit visitation, because they don’t understand off the clock, I clumsily grab my bag to find a piece of paper and pen to record the details of my dream. The vision felt familiar to the family who I had visited earlier in the evening. I recalled that they had wished connecting to other relatives, but, rarely do I have control who makes contact during a group reading. To be sure I’m still sane, I sent off an email to find if some of the information made sense to the family.
Thanks Ms. Nicky for hosting a successful Spirit Salon.
I had another vision after arriving home from our gathering that made me believe it was related to your family. Was there anyone who crossed, from mom’s side, considered a hoarder (collected lots of stuff)? Let me know before I release more details.
Peace. Laura Lee
Ms. Nicky responded promptly the next day.
My mom’s cousin Macy was a huge collector of stuff. She passed away within the last 6 months. She was a petite lady with gray hair and glasses. She was for sure a hoarder. Please share more.
Nicky
I’m happy to learn that her message confirmed my vision and not some dream metaphor regarding deeper personal issues….or was it both, because I did keep a messy office piled with papers! I continued my dialog with Nicky through email.
Great. I didn’t see so much of her because she kept running from me around the piles and stacks of clutter stacked in a room in a house that, otherwise, appeared cleaned. I found lots of unwrapped merchandise, including these lighters, that I used to light my way through the maze of walls that were somewhat organized. I was informed that her space was to be cleared so that she can be released.
One last note, I saw a boy’s room cluttered too. Very sad feelings associated with his room. It was surely brought to my attention to pass on to you. Please let me know if this makes sense to anyone on your side.
Laura Lee
A day passed and I still hadn’t heard from Nicky. Yet, the thought of this message, regarding the boy and his room, started to capture my imagination, especially after dealing with casework concerning missing children. Relief from my vivid thoughts came only when I assisted other clients later that afternoon. Nicky’s email dropped in that evening offering more peace of mind.
Hello Laura;
I spoke to my grandmother this evening and she is 100% certain it was cousin Macy. Here is the scoop. Macy and her hubby had plenty of money and always bought lots of stuff. She collected a lot too, including all the important family property. Most of the family considered her to be a very selfish woman. When she died, Anna, my grandmother and my aunt Cindy went over there to carefully choose the items that they wanted to keep in the family or things that would be of use to them. All the other stuff, they packed in boxes and labeled them for her only son (that was probably her son’s bedroom you looked into). Then they stacked her stuff high in one room of the house, just like you saw. The son wanted nothing to do with the belongings or the home. He gave the local fire department permission to do a fire practice on the home and burn it to the ground, along with all her stuff. It would appear from your vision, that poor Macy was in turmoil because of her son’s decision to burn her prized possessions.
Nicky
It occurred to me as I read her message that the light was not only that of an angel that came for her return, but the fire that returned her property back to its rightful owner, Earth. Cousin Macy’s spirit had remained earth bound, a ghost, by her mere possessions. Her attachment to the physical world built a fortress around her soul, keeping her distant from those most important in her life, as well as to her own light that would set her spirit free. To her end, Macy’s story shares a message that while it is okay to respect our things, it is important not to possess them or they will possess you. Things can’t love you back. It’s how you give and receive love, whole heartidly, with others that determines your fate.
If you find things are tight for you this holiday season, keep in mind that there is one thing, guaranteed, you’ll never be short on and it is your love. Be grateful for those around you and share a little love. And I promise, you'll witness heaven on earth.
Behold light….and not for a cigarette! (A bad habit I gave up when becoming a mom but still craved).
Now I could see the path before me clearly. I held the flame high to discover the room looked like a storage facility with mountains of boxes pushed together. It appeared as if someone tried to organize the clutter, because a small path meandered through walls of stuff. My attention was drawn to things ruffling on the floor in front of me as a small gray, haired woman ran around one of the corners. From behind, I made the mental note that her hair and build resembled the mother, Sue Guerin, of the family who hosted my Spirit Salon earlier this evening.
I called out to the woman, but she didn’t stop nor did she care to respond. She clearly gave me the sense that I wasn’t welcome when she ran away. Yet, something drove me forward, carefully, as I held the lighter in hand that could torch the entire pit. Just then, I tripped over some garbage on the floor and fell against one of the piles. I wrestled to my feet when I realized she darted across my path again. I ran after her only to discover another cluttered room that was decorated for a young boy. Depressing. Its gloomy, dark appearance made me feel uncomfortable entering. I turned to continue forward, when a light, bigger than my little flame, opens up the entire space to help me see the masses of clutter. It’s overwhelming as I stand within its walls. A voice booms that the space is to be cleared so she can be released. Who is she? I looked over my shoulder to see who spoke; it was an angel standing in a glorious light.
Then I woke up.
The clock on my TV read that 45 minutes had passed since I fell asleep on my sofa. My program was over and instead an annoying commercial played. Irritated by the spirit visitation, because they don’t understand off the clock, I clumsily grab my bag to find a piece of paper and pen to record the details of my dream. The vision felt familiar to the family who I had visited earlier in the evening. I recalled that they had wished connecting to other relatives, but, rarely do I have control who makes contact during a group reading. To be sure I’m still sane, I sent off an email to find if some of the information made sense to the family.
Thanks Ms. Nicky for hosting a successful Spirit Salon.
I had another vision after arriving home from our gathering that made me believe it was related to your family. Was there anyone who crossed, from mom’s side, considered a hoarder (collected lots of stuff)? Let me know before I release more details.
Peace. Laura Lee
Ms. Nicky responded promptly the next day.
My mom’s cousin Macy was a huge collector of stuff. She passed away within the last 6 months. She was a petite lady with gray hair and glasses. She was for sure a hoarder. Please share more.
Nicky
I’m happy to learn that her message confirmed my vision and not some dream metaphor regarding deeper personal issues….or was it both, because I did keep a messy office piled with papers! I continued my dialog with Nicky through email.
Great. I didn’t see so much of her because she kept running from me around the piles and stacks of clutter stacked in a room in a house that, otherwise, appeared cleaned. I found lots of unwrapped merchandise, including these lighters, that I used to light my way through the maze of walls that were somewhat organized. I was informed that her space was to be cleared so that she can be released.
One last note, I saw a boy’s room cluttered too. Very sad feelings associated with his room. It was surely brought to my attention to pass on to you. Please let me know if this makes sense to anyone on your side.
Laura Lee
A day passed and I still hadn’t heard from Nicky. Yet, the thought of this message, regarding the boy and his room, started to capture my imagination, especially after dealing with casework concerning missing children. Relief from my vivid thoughts came only when I assisted other clients later that afternoon. Nicky’s email dropped in that evening offering more peace of mind.
Hello Laura;
I spoke to my grandmother this evening and she is 100% certain it was cousin Macy. Here is the scoop. Macy and her hubby had plenty of money and always bought lots of stuff. She collected a lot too, including all the important family property. Most of the family considered her to be a very selfish woman. When she died, Anna, my grandmother and my aunt Cindy went over there to carefully choose the items that they wanted to keep in the family or things that would be of use to them. All the other stuff, they packed in boxes and labeled them for her only son (that was probably her son’s bedroom you looked into). Then they stacked her stuff high in one room of the house, just like you saw. The son wanted nothing to do with the belongings or the home. He gave the local fire department permission to do a fire practice on the home and burn it to the ground, along with all her stuff. It would appear from your vision, that poor Macy was in turmoil because of her son’s decision to burn her prized possessions.
Nicky
It occurred to me as I read her message that the light was not only that of an angel that came for her return, but the fire that returned her property back to its rightful owner, Earth. Cousin Macy’s spirit had remained earth bound, a ghost, by her mere possessions. Her attachment to the physical world built a fortress around her soul, keeping her distant from those most important in her life, as well as to her own light that would set her spirit free. To her end, Macy’s story shares a message that while it is okay to respect our things, it is important not to possess them or they will possess you. Things can’t love you back. It’s how you give and receive love, whole heartidly, with others that determines your fate.
If you find things are tight for you this holiday season, keep in mind that there is one thing, guaranteed, you’ll never be short on and it is your love. Be grateful for those around you and share a little love. And I promise, you'll witness heaven on earth.
