You Were There For Her

Besides my headlights, the only source of light came from a crescent moon. It was dark as I made my way down the straight and narrow country road. The fields were barely seeded. So even in darkness, I could see up to a few miles across the Midwestern plains. Enya bellowed from the radio: a most appropriate tone set for spirit communication.

Approximately two miles up, I see a car pull onto the road towards me. Our headlights meet. And that’s when I saw someone fall to the ground, in the light, on the road stretched before me. My foot hit the brake. Then they picked themselves up only to fall back to the ground. The other car passed. Didn’t they see them? My eyes were glued to the road in search of a body when I’m transported to a drive up window of a fast food chain. I see the server behind the window take cover. Someone from behind shouts, “Get down! He’s shooting!!.....Oh my God, she’s down!”

In seconds, I’m back in my car pulled over on the shoulder. My eyes strain to see her…or anyone for that matter. And I don’t. Chills run down my spine. Then it dawned on me that she was the one shot.

God, I don’t like that vision. I hope that isn’t in my future.

“It’s not,” came a reply, in a girl’s voice, “she saw me fall.”

Who saw you fall?

“The woman you are going to talk to tonight.”

I felt relieved that this scene wasn’t going to play out for me. Or had it really? It sure seemed real for me.

When I arrived at the home of my guest host, everyone sat ready to make contact with the other side. I informed the group to throw out any expectations of who they think will show up. And to remain open to the possibilities for their highest good. Before I can even complete an invocation, a girl appeared. She relayed the scene for me to share with others in the room.

To my left, a woman cried out, “I saw her there….die alone.” Her head fell forward so no one could see her weep. Meanwhile her husband gets up from his chair and left the room. I don’t think he can handle it.

I see a woman greeted her in the moment of her passing. I believe it to be her grandmother on the other side. She wants you to know that she wasn’t alone…in a way, you were there for her too. You both were.

“I watched her being shot in our headlights,” she continued, “I felt helpless that I didn’t do anything.”

And she says there was nothing more you could have done for her…

The woman sat in tears. My host dashed over with a tissue for her friend.

“I just thought I could,” wiping her nose, “you know?” She cried.

It sounds like you can help by forgiving yourself. That will release you both from that tragic moment.

Silence fell upon the group.

She nodded her head, “thank you.”

No, the spirit says “thank you…”

The woman’s husband returned to his seat and rested his hand upon her shoulder.