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Earthbound spirit

2010-07-14T13:10:00.004-06:00

Behold light….and not for a cigarette! (A bad habit I gave up 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 within 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 spirits who don’t understand when I'm off the clock, I clumsily grab my bag to find a piece of paper and pen to record the details of my visitation. 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 a woman 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

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 tangible things, it is important not to possess things or they will possess you back.

Leah's scared of spirit

2010-05-18T13:34:00.000-06:00

By Laura Lee

I tucked my daughter, Ariah, under the bed covers and she immediately pulled them up around her face. Her eyes grew wide.

“I’m scared momma.”

“Of what?” I asked.

“Boos.”

“Show me where Ariah.”

She points to the dark corner at the ceiling. Personally, I don’t see anything, but say nothing. This child has surprised me before with a sense of things beyond my own comprehension. I hold out my hand and pretend to be spraying the corner with an aerosol can.

“Pssssssssshhhhhhhhh. There, I sprayed it with the white light, monster repellant.” She giggled. Then I continued, “No more boos. To be sure, I’m calling all angels to guard the four corners of your room and let’s have one guard your door and one stand at your window. Do you see them?”

She nodded her head in agreement.

“Want to say a prayer with me?”

“Okayyyyyyy,” she said in a reluctant voice.

“I welcome into this sacred space all angels of the white light to protect me while I sleep peacefully through the night until the morning light.”

‘Light.’ She whispered.

I get up to leave the room and she whined that she didn’t want to be left alone. So I curled up alongside her in bed. Before I know it, I am waking a few hours later where I found her fast asleep. Slowly I climbed off the bed, making sure not to wake her, and stepped on princess figurine that stuck to the bottom of my foot. Kicking it from my foot, I whispered an off remark out loud while stumbling into the other room. I make a beeline over to my laptop to look over incoming emails before deciding to retired to bed. An email titled ‘SCARED’ caught my attention, especially when I saw it was from an old military client.

Dear Laura,

I have a slight problem. For the past few months, I have been scared out of my mind to sleep in my room. I think there is a spirit that is lingering in my room and will not let me go to sleep. At night, I lay awake listening to it walk around my room and I can feel it staring at me from my vanity area. I pray to God and Jesus to tell it to go away but it never listens. This is not a joke. During the holiday, I went home to see my Grandma and told her the story. She told me that I needed to sprinkle holy water in my room and that the spirit would go away. She gave me a bottle of holy water. When I did what she told me to do, the presence got worse and went into my suitemate’s room and started bothering her too. Every night, even though I feel safe, I have horrible nightmares. I need to know if there is anything else I can do. Thank you for your time.

Leah

I scratched my head debating whether or not to answer now or wait till morning. I’m so sleepy, but considering her circumstances at this late hour, I understood her plight and was inspired to draft a quick email.

I understand this isn’t a joke Leah. I fell asleep under my covers fearing spirits hovering over me for years. The unknown frightens us. Especially if we can sense them intuitively, without tangible evidence of using our earthly senses, watching over us (just like that kid in ‘The Sixth Sense’). Most likely they are a guide and our dearly departed. If not, they seek out an intermediary, like a medium, between worlds to receive their message.

If they are ‘darker entities’ – you will recognize the following symptoms: ill feeling in the pit of your stomach, feverish, tired, stomach ache, foul smells emitting from nowhere, temperatures drop drastically (freezing in a controlled temperature environment), prickly feelings on skin, etc. If this is your case, it is important you take your power back by stop being scared. These spirits cling to fear. So immediately shift your energy and tell them, aloud, to go away. They cannot remain in your presence if you ask them to leave. Bottom line, no one or nothing (physical/non-physical) can harm you unless you give them permission. Remember that as a soldier!

How you manage FEAR is to keep your attitude up. For instances, taking care of yourself emotionally, mentally, physically like the basics: exercising, eating right, maintaining positive relations, getting outside, watch funny movies, listen to music, etc…most importantly, do things you love to do. If you mope around, depressed, before long you will surely attract darker entities and this include in the human form too!

I’m half way done composing this email when I get the impression of a warm breeze and a scent of flowers permeated the air. I feel certain angels inspired me to write her the following instructions.

I recommend you and your suite mate do the following before resting at night:

1) With your eyes closed, visualize a white light, like the sun, shine on you melting all tension and insecurities away. Then take a deep inhale of light and cast away all your concerns to the heavens on your exhale. See them drift away until they disappear.

2) Then state the following, “I welcome into my sacred space all angels of the white light (and whomever you feel inclined to call such as God, Jesus, Mother Mary, and or your Grandmother!) to protect me while I sleep peacefully through the night until the morning light.”

3) Optional: Sometimes I ask angels to guard over the four corners of my home for protection too!

Before you realize it, you will wake up in the morning feeling rested. Promise. Pleading to the heavens to make this spirit leave and dashing holy water didn’t solve your problem because this spirit wasn’t supposed to go at this time. They are trying to get a message across to you. My sense is that it may be a warning in association with your nightmares (if that makes sense to you). I get a hit that it may have been another soldier associated with the brigade: Male. Most likely he lived in the dormitories you live in now. You may want to ask around if there was a suicide in the building.

PS Praying for your safe journey over there…Are you still with that boyfriend?

And is he the pilot I saw you marrying earlier?

Peace to you, Laura

After repeating that affirmation to sleep to the heavens two times in one night, I lie down on my bed and fell fast asleep. Peacefully. Over a month had past and I had nearly forgotten my conversation with Leah until a Facebook thread popped into my inbox. It was a drawing by Leah and how happy she was to rediscover her passion for art. I was grateful she had taken my advice to heart and began pursuing the things she loved most. Shortly after receiving that message, I received another message from her directed to me personally.

So every night, before I go to sleep, I do the things you asked me to do. I sleep peacefully now, but still having weird dreams. I think it is sort of brought on by my medication.

Anyway, I did check into the dorms to find out that a boy had turned 21 and passed away on his birthday night from doing to many shots in our dormitory. He died in the early 2000’s. I’m not sure if it was that spirit? Sometimes when I am alone in my room, I can feel someone intimately touch my cheek. I keep my room above 78 degrees because I love the heat. This touch is a cold feeling that automatically makes my hair stand up. I am not afraid, now, though, am I reading too much into it?
PS I am still with my boyfriend/fiancée. He is in the Marines. He proposed last August.

Best, Leah

“I don’t think he is the one.” I mumbled to myself, “I’m pretty sure he was to be a pilot.”

I scrambled out the door and headed over to yoga. While stretching in class, my mind wanders about the dynamics of Leah on medication and the suicidal spirit hovering around. Then my mind flashed back to an earlier Facebook thread of how Leah announced to me and other family members that since being sent overseas, how unhappy she was about life. A light bulb went off. I raced home and wrote her another message immediately.

For the sake of our recent discussions, what kind of medication are you on Leah?

Peace, Laura Lee

Within a couple hours her response confirmed my fear.

I am on Celexa, an antidepressant. I tried to go off because I thought I didn’t’ need them but I had a really bad case of withdraw and went back on them. It’s been beautiful outside today…..hopefully it stays that way.

Leah

I replied immediately upon seeing her email.

That’s what I suspected. The spirit hovers because of your depression/suicidal feelings. He, in fact, could be the cause of your depression, because he is in your field. His vibration is low due to his own suicide. Additionally, your anxiety of the relocation isn’t helping much with your energy levels lately. This is serious enough for you to make life changes as I suggested in our earlier email. It is important you remain on your doctor’s regime with medication, but if you are feeling anxiety about your occupation in a new locale, it is important to talk with a chaplain or therapist asap! I know your life is mainly dictated by the military now, but when you do have free time, continue to engage yourself in activities that feed your heart and soul: Like your art. Finally, do get outside to enjoy the good weather. The sun is a natural healer. Keep me posted.

Laura

Again, it took awhile before receiving a response, so I reached out to call her to follow up since our last correspondence.

“I don’t sense the spirit anymore and sleep peacefully” Leah said.

“That’s good news. Really, that boy’s spirit served you well. He helped you face that funk and offered your soul growth.”

“Yeah,” she replied, “I started seeing the company chaplain and he’s made me see things in a whole new way. Like not only being scared of the other spirit but being scared of my own spirit.” She sounded upbeat. “He encouraged me, too, to buy a journal where I can draw anytime I feel anxiety over my transition.”

Goose bumps come over me, which is always a good sign of things to come.

“I feel good vibes with the steps you’re taking Leah. Who knows, you could be embarking on a new career for yourself with drawing.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” she says enthusiastically, “I almost forgot to tell you, I was asked to draw a new logo for the company.”

Psychic Medium, Laura Lee is popular host on IL’s Magic Morning Show 1007. And she’s appeared on FOX, NBC, TLC, PBS and Discovery Channel. www.MessagesOfLove.com / IL 309.888.4589 / LA 818.762.1036

Who do you believe in Diane?

2010-03-13T11:15:00.006-06:00

By Laura Lee

It’s nearing the top of the hour, minutes before my client, Diane, rings in for a phone consultation. Suddenly, I get a strong hunch that moves me to do a quick web search on Paula Deen. Yes, that warm but sassy, silver haired, southern comfort, mother of a chef.

Like Ms. Deen, my client Diane, is sassy, outgoing, friendly and also a divorced mom with two children. She has hosted a few of my private parties, so I’ve gotten to know her well. She has this gift to cook amazing food and make the people around her feel special.

Paula’s biography pops up on my screen and the word agoraphobic jumps out at me. Very interesting. I think I’m onto something here because Diane has the biggest hurdle yet to conquer.

“And it is to move out of that darn house that she and her ex-husband live!” a man leaning over my shoulder shouts.

The spirit startled me. It’s Diane’s dad, Thomas. He said that I must tell his daughter, Diane, that she could have her dream restaurant once she moved out of the house.

“That isn’t an easy message to pass on to Diane. I don’t think she’s ready.” I thought.

But, Thomas had a different idea and insisted I share his message. He said that I should start by telling Diane that the last time he and I spoke was when his son, Roger, a military officer, and Diane’s brother, had a meeting to connect. We failed miserably since Roger didn’t believe. I had conveniently forgotten this memory, until now. Skeptics simply waste my time. In fact, I recalled warning Diane that she not schedule this meeting between father and son, because the end result wasn’t what she desired; Her brother’s belief that making a connection to dad was real.

I put my phone’s earpiece on when Diane called. I told her Dad stood by and was disappointed in our effort to make, Roger, her brother, a believer.

“You’re right,” she said, “Roger called me after your meeting to tell me he wasn’t convinced.”

“That’s cool, not everyone is going to believe.” I said, “But your dad wanted me to remind you of the incident as validation that he was here in spirit.”

“Can you ask him if I can believe that the spare dimes I found were from him?”

Thomas stood there with a smug look on his face and shrugged. He made me laugh, because I think he was just as confused as I was by her question.

“I don’t think we can ask him if you believe, Diane, only you can ask yourself if you believe the dimes are from your father.”

“Oh, yes,” she exclaimed, “I do.”

“Then why do you beg the question from your father that you believe?”

“Just to see….” She trailed off.

I got a feeling that she needed to hear if she could still believe in her dad’s presence, but let it go when Thomas whispered that I bring up the restaurant now.

“Okay,” I said, leaning back into my chair. “Your dad says we need to discuss the restaurant….”

“Yes!” Diane interrupted, “I had two offers to buy into my own restaurant! Yet, I don’t seem to make the leap. I’m not sure what’s holding me back?”

“Part of it is timing,” I said. Then I am flashed an image of a restaurant. “Was one of those offers from Maggie’s?”

“Yes, it was, but he’s asking way too much. I just don’t think Brett believes in me anyway.”

“I’m sorry…who is Brett?”

“The owner of Maggie’s, where I work.”

“Interesting,” I said, “I think we have a theme. Why is it so important he, Brett, believe in you for you to own a restaurant?”

“I practically run the place and I don’t feel I get the deserved credit.”

“And I don’t think you’ll ever have it Diane,” I adjusted in my seat, “Especially if you keep seeking his approval to run your own restaurant. He isn’t the person to give you permission….you are!”

Her silence gave me the impression that she reflected on what I said. Then I see Diane’s dad point to a neon sign flashing the words Diane’s Diner.

“It doesn’t much matter what Brett thinks anyway…it’s a done deal.”

“What do you mean done?”

“I see it,” I said matter of fact, “Diane’s Diner, your restaurant’s sign.”

“Really?!

“Yes, which leads me to my next point, Paula Deen.”

“Who?”

“Paula Deen is a famous chef on TV. She was a divorcee, too, with 2 kids who founded a restaurant. Sound familiar? According to her bio here on my laptop,” I leaned in to get a closer look, “She was agoraphobic.”

“What’s that?”

“Someone who has trouble leaving their home. You are not by any means a hermit, just reluctant to leave. Like Ms. Deen, I believe it has something to do with you holding back from making important life decisions. Speaking of which, how is your ex?

While Diane talked, I pasted and copied Dean’s link into a new email. Then I typed read me in the subject header, included her email address and pressed send.

“John’s there, of course, but I just can’t forgive him for the affair.”

“I understand that the kids are an important part of that equation Diane, so by no means do I judge you on your decision to live with your ex-husband, but I think you’ll find yourself with more choices when your youngest leaves for school.” A girl in a graduation cap and gown, holding a diploma, pops up on my radar. “Isn’t she real close to graduation?”

“Yes. Next year.”

“Very good. Another confirmation from grandpa, your dad, here.”

“You’ve pretty much freed me to let my kids go, Laura.”

“How so?” I asked.

“You told me to put them in a white light, like angels wrapping their wings around them so that they are protected, to bring ease of mind. It totally worked.”

I nodded my head in agreement as a parent to another parent could only understand.

“Sure it does,” I replied, “You have to believe, in your own heart, to know it’s true.”

When I closed our conversation, Thomas, wasn’t happy with me for not communicating what he asked. In fact, he said I was beating around the bush and asked me to tell Diane to move out again. Then he pushed forward all these containers filled with pennies. I pretended not to hear him and went about my business, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept smiling and pushing those containers towards me at yoga class, as I worked, my trip to the bank, while I made dinner and before I fell asleep at night. He drove me nuts.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll send it.”

I sprang from my bed to write the following email.

Diane; I'd like to add, that when you move out on your own...things will pop. Be sure to read Paula's story. PS Your dad keeps pushing containers filled with pennies towards you. Does that make any sense to you?

When I sent the email, Thomas was finally gone from my field. It made sense to me, but I was hoping she would see it was her dad’s way of saying she save her pennies and or all that money she keeps finding from him! This is how she replied.

Thanks for sharing. No, the pennies in containers don’t ring a bell. Maybe my brother or sis will understand? I’ll ask. My dad was always so cute with the change in his pockets, giving everything away except for the pennies cause he would say you would need a lot of those to buy something, in his cute little adorable voice and his smile. By the way, I got approached, yesterday, about the same restaurant! I am willing to help them out, but didn’t want to give away too many of my ideas. Diane

I smiled after reading her email. As I mentioned to Diane’s dad earlier, I didn’t think she ready to receive

the message, but after seeing she is holding onto her dream, she’s well on her way to believing in Diane.

Casey sees the light

2010-01-22T15:13:00.002-06:00

Lane was diagnosed with H1N1. He was really angry before all this happened. Lane had his heart set on a dirt bike for his birthday. My husband and I were fine buying it for him, until we discovered that there was absolutely nowhere to ride legally in our neighborhood. We tried to talk to him about our dilemma, but he was irrational and saying things like, “I should just kill myself….I hate my life!” My late shaman, Karl, said Lane was immersed in this dark energy for years. Fortunately, he was pulling out of it just before Karl died. Karl always said Lane needed more time in the light. I am so sad for my son. What can I do for him? Casey

My mind replayed the vision of seeing a young boy screaming the words “I should just kill myself!” to his parents. My heart sank. I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath to bring myself back into the moment. I had talked to Casey a week ago so that she could make contact with her former shaman, Karl. She had become dependent upon his assistance, almost daily, in recent years before his passing. I knew communicating to Karl was not the answer to bring peace back in this household.

“Please give me the right guidance in response to her question.” I murmured aloud. Then I closed my eyes. Despite the cold chill in the air, I could feel the sun’s rays shine through the window, which gave warmth to my space. I felt the sudden urge to accordingly.

Dear Casey,
I am sorry to hear of Lane’ health, however, I know he will pull through the virus fine. I am much more concerned about his mental state when he claims to want to kill himself. You can assist Lane by taking his plea seriously. I recommend seeking attention from a traditional therapist for Lane’s well being. I also recommend holding him in his higher vision, visualizing him healthy, happy and whole, while sending him the light from your heart to his heart. This light, called love, is what Karl was referencing. The more you put your attention on seeing him broke, he will continue to play out being broke. By practicing the above exercise, your child will demonstrate miracles in his behavior in due time. If you still feel it is necessary to talk over the phone, you can reach me in my office tomorrow. Laura

I pressed send, but the feeling lingered that it wouldn’t be the last I would hear from Casey regarding the situation. My hunch was right, it wasn’t 24 hours before I heard back from her. I was sitting in my car, scanning voicemails when I heard her cry for help.

“Hi, this is Casey, uh, if you’re still available, call me….’ She exclaimed, “I am so against traditional therapy! Don’t you remember when I was having a really hard time when they wanted to medicate me? Fortunately, I am no longer in that space, but the mere fact that I would have bought into that idea would have really held me back.” She gasped, “I know that I sound like a nut, but an angel once appeared to me and announced that my love will heal him…meaning Lane. I must not understand what this love looks like because God knows that I have prayed for 10 children. I really need to talk. Please ask Karl to be with us. He was the only one who could help Lane.”

I hung up before her message was completed, feeling a bit annoyed that she asked I bring forth a deceased shaman to work through me for Lane’s healing. I know that she, too, has the power to call forth the light to assist her with this challenge. It dawned on me that she didn’t know how.

I was motivated to call Casey back, immediately, as I strongly felt that her son’s health was in jeopardy. She was surprised to hear from me so soon.

“Casey, we’ve worked together for nearly six years now, so hang with me when I ask you the following questions.”

“Okayyyyy,” she said, curiously.

“What would you say I do for a living?” I asked. She knew where I was going with this question because she laughed.

“You mean that you talk to angels…and deceased?”

“Yesssss,” being a bit sarcastic, “and what is the name of my website?”

“Messages of loveeee.” She laughed louder, which was a good starting point despite our heavy subject matter.

”So,” I began, “when the angel told you that your love will heal him…do you think that an angel would have responded to what you can do for Lane in the email that I sent you?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t seem to work for me.” She said frustrated.

“It didn’t work for you, Casey. But, you asked the question for Lane!” I persisted, “A traditional doctor is an instrument of God, so too, is medication. The word kill is a red flag. He needs medical attention, even if it is temporary to help him shift.”

“Okay, I hear you,” she said reluctantly.

“You are the parent, so bottom line, you make the final call. However, I am guided to help you with the energy healing.”

“Again,” she stressed, “it doesn’t work when I try to do it.”

“That’s because it is not you, Casey,” I explained, “it is the light working through you. You are just the vessel, that’s all. Can I show you how?”

“Sure,” she sighed, overwhelmed, “I’m open to anything right now.”

“Good. Then I will perform the exercises with you. Then you can apply it again should things become difficult with Lane’s behavior. Does that sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Good, let’s begin by closing our eyes,” I said, “visualize a white light overhead sending it’s warm rays upon us….now deeply inhale, pulling the light thru your crown and exhale through your heart. Do it again. We welcome in our sacred space angels of the light, to protect us as we open to their guidance and wisdom for our highest spiritual, mental and physical well being.” I paused for a moment, waiting to receive further instruction on what to do. Then it came, “Okay, now, with our eyes still closed, let’s pretend, much like a child, that Lane is standing before you in your minds eye. Do you see him Casey?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Now, what I want you to do is see him glowing, radiating perfect health in peace, love and joy.”

“I see him.” She said excitingly.

“This is his ultimate truth, Casey, as it is for you and me, but sometimes we are afraid to access this space” I paused, “because it is easier to be less than who we truly are, especially if people don’t expect it from you.”

“hmmmm…” she replied. I could hear her shift in her chair at this thought.

“Now, let’s send him light from your heart to his heart like a laser beam. This is your love. Then, telepathically, state to him that you see him in perfect health….Believe, Casey, that this is true in your heart.”

“Yes.” She affirmed, “I believe.”

“Just let the light beam continue until you feel done.”

“Right before you said that, I felt it tapering off.” She said.

“Good. Now you can open your eyes.”

“I don’t remember feeling this good since Karl did his clearings.”

“We’ll now you can do it too,” I reminded, “without me or Karl. This exercise will perform miracles in time. Watch and see.”

“Thank you, Laura.” She said, “I’ll keep you informed if anything changes.”

We exchanged our goodbyes and I said a silent prayer for both Lane and his mother Casey to receive a miraculous healing. Days passed before I received word from Casey. Only this time, her message came with much relief for all involved.

Laura,
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK! Our mediation was so powerful that a ball of light hung around me for days. There is peace and happiness among us now. Lane, however, did wake upon the ‘dark side’ the following morning, but all I felt for him was love. I replayed the meditation, as you instructed, and there was in instant shift in his behavior. I can’t thank you enough for holding my hand. I experienced something for the first time that I now know I can call back. I could actually see the white light run through me! I hope that space heals him as the angel told me it would so long ago. Casey.

I immediately replied to her inquiry of hoping that the light will heal Lane.
In the subject header I wrote:

And it is done.

Psychic Medium, Laura Lee is heard on the Magic Morning Show and appeared on FOX, NBC, TLC, PBS and Discovery Channel. She’ll be presenting at the Detroit Journey Expo on Sunday, April.25. www.MessagesOfLove.com; LA Office 818.762.1036 / IL Office 309.888.4589

Faith returned home

2009-12-04T22:04:00.008-06:00

Dong….dong….dong….my eyes opened at the distant ring. It took me a moment before I recognized the bell sound was actually my phone. I clumsily searched my nightstand to find my Blackberry. Blinded by the display light, I squinted to read an incoming email announcing an emergency: ‘Hope you can help!’

Hi Laura Lee; Can you help me? I know that you do missing children and wondering if you help find missing animals? We lost our dog today and sick at the thought of what might have happened to her. My oldest does not want to wear covers because she says our dog is cold and she chooses to be cold too. Could you do a reading for us? Her name is Faith and she is a mixed black Lab; only 1 year old. Hope to hear from you soon, Tammy Swanson

I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes and sighed.

Okay, is the dog alive? If so, where is she?

In my mind, I see is a dog trekking through a harvested cornfield over a moonlight sky.
Come on…I yawned. That can be just about anywhere in the Midwest! Have you got anything else?

I patiently waited and felt myself drifting back to sleep. Then I saw the dog cuddled up next to a barn. She was licking a paw and then kneading her shoulder with her nose. My impression is that she was wounded by an animal; a dog. Then it went dark and I hear a soft whisper that she is within a mile radius of her home at some homestead that is often referred by neighbors as ‘Old’…. drifting back to sleep.

Minutes seemed to past before something smacked me silly awake. My daughter’s arm rested on my face. She sighed peacefully beside me.

Must be boos again…

Gently, I peeled her off when I noticed something lodged underneath my back. It was my phone. Tammy’s message remained in tact on the screen to remind me what was in store for my day. It weighed heavy.

Where my earlier visions for Faith return real?

A distant memory of joy returned when I reunited with my husky, Juno. She had gone missing on a ski trip in the Alaskan tundra. Goose bumps…I knew the flashback confirmed Faith’s return to the Swanson family were real. That hope gave me the energy to climb from my bed to deal with Tammy’s crisis. I slipped out from under the covers without disturbing my daughter.
Coffee was first on my agenda. Just as I began to sip from my cup, the bedroom door squeaked open and my little girl appeared beaming at my side, reminding me the best part of waking up. My phone in my office rang, but morning rituals were calling me. When I checked messages, Tammy had left another cry for help. I called her back immediately.

Tammy feared the dog was a victim from a hit and run. I reassured her that the dog was alive from what I could detect from my most recent visions through the night. She confirmed her dogs body wasn’t lying alongside the roads near her home, which I pointed out was a positive sign of my earlier insights. I shared that I got the impression Faith had been attacked from an animal, most likely, another dog. This news brought up more fear. Coyote had roamed in the woods near their farm. I affirmed that wasn’t what I saw, but it didn’t matter what I said because the sound of her voice conveyed despair. I felt the need to control the direction of our conversation, because her fear was beginning to distort my own perceptions.

“Listen Tammy,” I said firmly, “It’s most important that you and your family unite in a more positive light; believing your beloved Faith will arrive soon. You must be together on this ultimate goal.”

“Okay.” She submitted.

“That means you cannot submit to the scary scenarios presented by fear,” I paused, “do you understand?”

“Yes, I hear you.”

“Get your girls excited Faith has returned home.”

“Yes.”

“Now, Faith’s injuries appeared minor.” I reaffirmed. “And I see she has an engraved collar with her name.”

“She does…” Tammy trailed off with tears.

“Then that is a positive confirmation of her minor injuries,” I said, cheerfully.

“But,” she cried out, “the girls removed it!”

“You mean it is not on her neck?” I exclaimed, leaping from my chair. I quickly calmed my panic by taking a deep breath.

“No, the girls replaced it for a training choker.” My body tensed at the thought.

“Okay, look, you have a lot of support to make this reunion possible. Including your mom. I asked for her assistance in this matter. She told me to let you know that she was working on it too from the other side.”

Silence was on the other end of the line. I thought for sure I had lost my connection until I asked Tammy if she was with me.

“I had prayed she’d help us find Faith,” She whispered, choking back the tears.

“Oh good,” I replied, positively. “It is done.”

We said our goodbye and I was confident Tammy had the courage to move forward on her search. But, I felt exhausted.

Please bring peace to this family by returning Faith to their home immediately.
An image immediately flashed of Tammy’s email announcing Faith’s safe return. I wanted to believe, but after that last conversation, I started to have my doubts too. I remember then that I forgot to share my story about Juno. Hours passed; Tammy’s next call was more desperate than ever.

“We aren’t coming up with anything. Can’t you possibly give me any more leads?” She pleaded.

“Other than she’s within a mile radius from your home, the word Old…came to mind.” I paced searching for something more. That’s when I remembered. “Oh, yeah! I was supposed to share that I lost my 8 month old husky in Alaska. We searched for days on snowmobiles. It almost seemed futile, but she appeared on our doorstep after traveling 30 miles in snow and over a river to find her way home….It was amazing.”

“Hmmm,” she seemed bewildered. It was not what she expected but it was all I had to give.

And what was my point?

“So my point is…” I began, “that animals find their way home instinctively. They know here they are fed. Faith may return in time.”

“Right.” Tammy’s voice sounded discouraged.

“Okay, then,” feeling uncomfortable, “keep your sights on your families reunion with Faith!”

“Yeah,” she said, disappointed. “We’re working on it.”

Her fear casted shadows over any effort. I could feel my heart sink and realized, again, why it is difficult to work with missing cases. Later that night I received an update which didn’t exactly help my own anxiety over the issue.

Hi Laura; I didn’t have any luck. We searched every building and old house in the area. I ended up getting my car stuck in 3 feet of cow dung. I’m praying very hard that the angels give her the strength to walk to where I can find her now. If you have any other clues, please let me know. Thanks, Tammy

Good, she let go. I giggled at the thought. Sometimes we have to get knee deep in dung before ask assistance from the light.

I closed my eyes holding the vision of Tammy’s email announcing the family’s Faith returned. It helped me remain optimistic enough to reply that I had nothing new to share, but I’d certainly be in contact if this should change. An hour and forty-two minutes passed when another update from Tammy rang in.

Laura Lee; I’m soooo very excited. I was sitting in my kitchen and we all prayed really hard to expect a miracle and that Faith would have the energy to come home to us. Guess what?! She came home!!!!!! She has something wrong with her paw and covered with mud. Maybe it was because I got stuck?! Thank you! Thank you!

And then we all rested peacefully that night with a happy ending….indeed, 'Faith’ returned home.

Macy's spirit remained earth bound

2009-11-10T17:01:00.003-06:00

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.

My heart masked his spirit from connecting

2009-10-06T13:44:00.016-06:00

By Laura Lee

“Look there,” he pointed to the sign, “Aura.” He grinned. Not just any ordinary smile. But, one of those big, white toothed, Hollywood grins.
“And so?” I replied, as I could feel the warmth of his hand in mine.
“And so, aura is in Laura!”
“No, it’s the other way around,” I laughed, “Laura is in her aura!”
He stopped and pulled me close…my heart sang….
Then I woke up. A dream. I moaned as I felt a deep ache in the pit of my stomach with regret. It was sill dark while my eyes focused in on my surroundings, realizing I wasn’t home, but in a cold hotel room somewhere outside Cleveland. My thoughts stirred to recapture the warm feelings from my dream. All kinds of emotions emerged as I reflected of how I had abandoned him when he needed me most.
“It’s really not a good time for me to talk,” he said, “I’m angry that he wouldn’t listen. I’m a doctor, too, for gods sakes, you’d think he’d have some sense.”
“You couldn’t have saved your brother, Kent.” I said, in attempt to comfort.
“He just gave up,” his voice filled with frustration, “really, don’t you think if you had cancer you’d try everything to survive.”
“Well you and I might, but, Will, he was different.”
“He literally just took the word of what other doctors told him. Then rolled over and died!” He exclaimed.
“It doesn’t matter that you’re the best doctor in the world, it still wouldn’t have saved him.” I consoled. “He surrendered because he could.”
“Hmmm,” he continued, “I don’t think I can bare the thought anymore.”
“Sure.” I replied, “When you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
“Thanks.” He said softly.
“Good night.”
When we hung up from our last phone conversation, I thought that it might be awhile before I heard from him. But, I knew he’d reach out when he was ready, because he always did. That was 6 years ago. My clock read 4 am. It’s only 1 am back on the coast. Maybe I’ll try calling him, again…or maybe not. I fluffed up my pillow, rolled over and drifted back to sleep.

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It took me nearly 45 minutes to drive back from Cleveland, where I did a morning interview for the conference. My day was filled with appointments, which usually makes me feel good with productivity. Yet I didn’t feel good, instead, more anxious to get back and try contacting him back in California while it was still early. Thoughts of him were driving me crazy, again, as they came frequently. The crisp air blew through my windows returning my thoughts to one of our earliest meetings.
Lying on his examining table, I trembled while he scanned me for lumps. Test had already confirmed that my diagnosis was cancer. I just needed a second opinion. After meeting Kent at a Health Conference in LA, he encouraged me to get more test. I felt alone, scared, and confused. Especially since all my family was back out east during this difficult time. His presence, however, assured me that somehow everything was going to be okay. It was like he was already healing me with his touch. Even so, I wept, quietly. Too embarrassed by my display of emotion, I turned my head so he wouldn’t see the tears. He didn’t address it, but just allowed me the space to cry.
The memory fueled my drive to reach out to him again. Surely, by now, he had to come out from cover. But back in my room, the search in California seemed futile.
“Sorry miss,” The operator said, “there isn’t a Dr. Kent Beane in Santa Monica.”
“How about Encinitas, California?”
Maybe he relocated to a surrounding area?
“No Dr. Beane. Sorry.”
“Wait!” I exclaimed, “Can I try another?”
“Sure.”
“Try Malibu!”
“Again, I’m sorry miss.”
I fell back on my bed exasperated. Why am I doing this to myself? I’m desperately clinging on what appears to be a ghost. Maybe he took off to some island? Or maybe he went into practice with another doctor? With my eyes closed, I waited to see if I could receive any insights. Nope. I just hope that he didn’t go into practice with a woman!
My heart warms as his image came real clear to mind again. The one with his big white toothed Hollywood grin. A deep inhale, I exhaled seeing my heart open to the possibilities of making contact. We always had that telepathic thing going on whenever we were together. If he’d only call to say ‘hello.’ I think I’d be okay with that message.

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Days later, I busted through my front door with still no word. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bags and headed for my sofa. My daughter runs past me to her room, excited she’s home too for the first time in a week. It’s quiet for a few minutes, before I felt a small hand placed over my forehead.
“Are you sick mommy?”
“Oh, no, honey” I squinted my eyes open, “Just tired from traveling.”
I take her in my arms for a big squeeze. “Did I tell you that I missed you?”
“Yes….” She squealed.
“Look in my bag.” I said, “There’s a surprise waiting for you.”
“Yeah!” She giggles, while digging in deep and pulls out the package.
“Mommy! I wuv it!”
She tore the package apart within seconds.
“Cindi-wewa!” She started twirling with the doll singing her princess song.
“La, Laaaa, Le, La!”
The girl has never seen Cinderella, yet she is well versed on princess mania!
Watching her dance around the room made me happy that we had each other.
Then it was like a light bulb turned on: facebook! Why didn’t I think of it before?
I jumped towards my laptop, opened its cover and scrambled to key in the words, 'Doctor Kent Beane, Facebook.' It gave me hope to see that the search engine was working on retrieving information. When google actually listed his name, I felt peace, especially when I saw his picture. Then I read the page.
Kent passed away on January 8, 2007. This page was created in August of 2009 as a tribute to him from friends and family. For more information, click on the above tabs.
So I clicked on more links. This is what I read:
Kent died of cancer. He had a malignant tumor in his neck that was misdiagnosed. He used everything in his arsenal to fight this cancer, but in the end, the cancer won. He died peacefully with his friends and family at his side. I know that he is alive and well in the astral plane, looking down at us right now…..
The last thing I could see was that the Facebook page had only gone on line last month; nearly 3 weeks. Tears fell so hard that I couldn’t read the page anymore. He’d been trying to connect all along. Guiding me to this point; certainly to demonstrate he had heard my call, but doing his best to reach me over the last few years. My heart, masked by hurt, regret, guilt, dismissed the opportunity to reconnect with his spirit. I felt it justified the distance. In the end, I was the one who lost.
It’s easier to push aside the pain. To not feel, burying self in mundane tasks, convincing the heart it’s okay to remain closed and to protect. But, if the images of a loved one, from the past, comes to mind, know that it is a calling for the heart. If you are fortunate enough, reach out and say hello.

Medium, Laura Lee is regularly heard on Magic in the Morning on 100.7 FM. She has also appeared on TLC, PBS, NBC, FOX, Discovery Channel & Game Show Network. Laura is performing at the Majestic Theatre on October 30; www.MessagesOfLove.com

Rachel, are you listening?

2009-09-02T14:57:00.002-06:00

The red light seemed like eternity. My fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. Over the radio it was announced that I’d soon be answering questions from callers at the top of the hour. My foot slammed on the gas pedal as soon as the signal turned green. Still another 10 minutes before airtime. I took the risk and sped through town swerving around cars.
Slow down. My guidance insisted. There is enough time.
I ignored this advice; onward full throttle, until I came upon the bumper of a SUV with a license plate that read LISTEN.
“Okay….Okay,” I called out, “I hear you!”
My foot slid off the pedal when I saw the squad car sitting conspicuously off the main road, pointing a radar gun toward oncoming traffic.
“Thank you!” I sighed, smiling in gratitude. I had just finished traffic school a few weeks ago for a prior speeding ticket and vowed to obey the law walking out of class. Yet just like a speed junky, old habits die-hard without thought to the consequences.
As my guidance had promised I arrived at the studio with time to spare. Still, I jumped over double steps up the stairwell and threw open the door. Radio hosts, Janet and Tom, were seated in the studio reporting the morning news. One smiled as I took off my coat and quickly slid into my chair, with pen and paper in preparation for my first reading. A deep inhale, I closed my eyes before receiving my first caller.
“We have Rachel on the line,” Tom announced, “Do you have a question for Laura Lee?”
“Ah, yes, Laura…I attended one of your Spirit Salons and didn’t get a chance to ask you what you may see for me and my husband in the coming year.”
“Thanks Rachel for coming out to see me and I appreciate your call,” I relayed, “I see a woman on your right side which would indicate a mother figure; it is also possible that’s she’s a mother in-law. Does that make sense to you?
“Yeah, my mother-in-law is on the other side.”
I nervously scribbled lines across my note pad back and forth. “She is showing me shifting sand beneath your feet which causes me to believe you and your husband feel like you’re not on solid ground. Do you understand?
“Mmmmm, I think we’re good,” she said pensively, “I feel like we’re pretty solid.”
I set my pen down to allow more information to filter through.
“ She is indicating a job and or career change for your husband. She is showing me more than one job. There might be several. One appears to be a part-time, which requires additional schooling. This particular opportunity may become more permanent as a result. Does this resonate?”
“Uhhh, no. He isn’t going back to school. So I’m not sure what you’re referring to exactly.”
I’m shifting in my seat now. And on another inhale, I closed my eyes and ask the mother-in-law to offer confirmation to Rachel. And boom, just like that, I have it from her.
“I hear the name Jack,” I said. “Is there someone around you with that name?”
“That’s my husband’s name.”
“That’s your confirmation then that what she’s telling us is true…. that he will be returning to school and this will put him in position for a more permanent position.”
“Ohhhh, yes,” she said giggling, “Jack was a substitute teacher and they have asked him to come on full-time.”
Radio host, Tom, threw his hands in the air. Janet, his co-host, shook her head.
“Well then,” I said, “it makes sense now. Tell your husband his Mom has intervened in your prayers. This new career path will provide you the solid foundation you’ve both been seeking for a long time. I’m happy to hear you both will be experiencing better times. What a blessing, because she also claims you’re soon covered by necessary insurances, steady income, and other benefits as well. All this will allow you to relax about your finances in the coming year….and even in years to come.”
“Yes,” she said, “it hasn’t been exactly riches, but we’re not on the street either.”
“That sounds real good Rachel,” Tom intercepted, “we’re happy for you and appreciate your call.”
A commercial recording cuts in as we take off our headphones to talk.
“Does this happen to you all the time?” Tom quizzed, thoroughly exasperated, “I mean, why don’t they just listen?!”
“Good question,” I said. “If they don’t listen to themselves, what makes you think they’ll hear it from a professional?”
“But why then do they call for advice?” questioned Janet.
“I believe spirit will always find a way to get the message across, particularly if it’s for our highest good. Sometimes I deliver messages that my clients instinctively or intuitively know. Such as Rachel, she just wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet.”
“And why wouldn’t we?” Tom inquired, as if from personal experience.
My mind wandered to the license plate incident on my way to the studio and how I eventually heeded the call.
“If we really listen and make a decision based on that guidance, we are more likely to be held accountable for our actions. Personally, that is a lot of power to behold. It takes courage to live in that space because we charter unknown territory.” I paused to reflect on the thought and added, “This presents a very scary situation for most people. Yet the pay off has dividends, like it did for Rachel and her husband. And usually, it’s real good.”

Laura Lee is scheduled to perform before James Van Praagh at the Journey Expo on Sunday, September 13 at 10 am.

You Were There For Her

2008-06-03T13:59:00.003-06:00

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.

And it is answered

2008-01-20T21:29:00.001-06:00

My hotel room was filled with dead people. They crowded my space hoping to relay their message to an audience I had yet to face, merely two hours from this moment. I dimmed the lights. Sitting in lotus position and downloaded.

So much at once…confusing. Please, one at a time!

Front and center was a young man. I heard the name Marty…or something like it. And the question lingered whether it was a suicide or homicide, which is enough to identify a family member. He’s the clearest. And this is why I sense him the first.

Then a stout woman steps onto the scene. Her energy presence is big. She shows me a plane colliding into the world trade center. No doubt, 9-11. I have the impression she wasn’t on the scene. Enough info to get me started.

Next.

A little girl crawls up near me to show a news clipping, her family’s desperate attempt to find her. I take mental note that the feeling seems fatal and a mother who has yet to hear her calling.

My eyes open to discover I have enough time to make it back to my presentation. I feel a bit edgy, despite meditating. You would think after sharing time with a bunch of dead people that would put me over the top…but in an odd way, it is normal for me...

All I could think about was how I slipped up best-selling author, Marianne Williamson’s intro in front of 100’s of people just hours earlier. It wasn’t a silly, little mistake. It was one of those lifetime, grandioso faux pas….especially when you speak to Marianne herself to confirm the accurate information and then still say the wrong radio call numbers for her weekly show on the Oprah and friends network!

Uggghhhh….okay, can’t dwell on it….let go….

When I arrived on the scene, all kinds of life forms were filling in. Families held together in packs’. Dearly departed walked alongside their loved ones as if they occupied space on earth.

On the right side stood a receiving line for Marianne Williamson’s autograph. I paced while helpers prepped my stage speakers, backdrop and seats. It didn’t help that one of the event promoters stomped in before I was prepared to speak reprimanding me for distributing flyers on chairs. Really earth shattering stuff when I have to talk to families who lost someone important, ya know….I rolled my eyes, but eventually blessed him ….a week later!

More importantly, my helpers and I are having trouble keeping my backdrop projected on the stage screen. Typical stuff when the energy is amped up. The black and white angel portrait is titled ‘Savior.’ She is a glorious looking angel running down a corridor that looked to be in a hurry to answer someone’s plea for help. My presentation is titled, ‘Send me an angel...please!’

Help!

The crowd’s mood appeared wary. It was nearly time for dinner. And many needed an energy boost, as did I. So I recommended a love tap, hug, from a neighbor sitting near by. It worked as usual. Smiles prevailed thru the fog.

It felt different as I looked out on my crowd…maybe, more maternal, as this was my first talk after becoming a mommy. I empathized with my audience more deeply. Feeling the need from both sides to connect. Yet, I promised the promoter a workshop, style format prior to the reading segment. We wrapped the first hour and go into meditation without a break, because my crowd insists they can ‘hold it,’ per say, for another hour.

“There is a young man here named Marty – I think, or something like that. He says there is question whether his passing was associated with a homicide versus suicide.”

Two hands shot up on my right. These ladies confirmed their cousin’s presence. I go to them.

“Suicide.” They looked disappointed. I don’t know if it was in him so much or the fact that they had finally learned his fate. “ ‘Unintentionally,’ he says. His lifestyle dictated his demise.”

The women, now looked like girls to me, in their innocence, nodded their heads. I concluded that an angel appeared above saying that one of them will teach. It was in her best interest. She made it known that she had been questioning that career for her future.

“Precisely why the angel appeared, my dear.”

It wasn’t long before the older woman tapped my shoulder on the left. Left… always identifying one as a mother to me. I see the plane collide into the tower again.

“A motherly presence here shows me the aftermath of 9-11 significant to her crossing.”

A hand pops up from the center of my crowd. Yet, two women stand. Her daughters confirmed she passed on 9-11 yet, not in the city during the event. Acknowledging what she had told me in my room earlier.

She was a woman who had to make a grand departure so no one would forget it; 9-11 was the perfect exist strategy. Like most mothers, she reminded one of her girls to take the blood pressure medicine as she neglected caring for her well being. She gave me an incredible sensation of love through my heart as I stood before them. I felt the need to embrace them. And did. Something she left without doing.

The little girl appeared to my left side holding the clipping up for me not to forget.
Being pulled again to the left. I turned towards that side of my audience. Steps away from where I’m with the two sisters, I describe a small girl that shows me a news clip that her family placed as a desperate plea to find her. A woman, shyly, raised her hand from the back of the left side of the room. Noticeably shaken, she turned her back towards the audience. I walk around her to meet her eye-to- eye.

Soft spoken, she said, “She was the daughter of a distant relative.”

“Mother, right?”

“Yes.”

“Murdered. And her daughter can’t get through, her grief is too deep….” I paused, “She pleads you tell her mother that she is okay.”

“I haven’t seen her in years,” she said.

“Spirit moves in mysterious ways…this child will guide you.” I added, “there is an angel near you sporting a tool belt with paint brushes. You have these things?”

“Yes,” she smirked. “I thought to pick it up, but neglecting it.’

“Ah, yes….all too familiar…trust, you are being guided by the light.”

We continue for a short while longer before time was up. So many people left empty handed. Their desire to make a connection was written all over their faces. I felt like I’ve let them down. And I’m sure I have. Yet, before leaving them, I remind them that I’m not their direct link to source. All they need do is open their heart and place the call. And it is answered.

Copyright © 2007 Laura Lee • www.MessagesOfLove.com

And it is answered

2008-01-20T21:29:00.000-06:00

For Lisa's highest good

2007-09-24T20:49:00.000-06:00

By Laura Lee

I sat at my computer opening emails. It isn’t unusual I get request from others to schedule private sessions. Most often I can feel ones intent behind their request. Some are just curious about the process, some are worried about their future, some want closure and some are truly in crisis mode. Like on this day, I felt the urgency behind this message:

My wife, Lisa, was operated on May 3rd for a large, aggressive, malignant brain tumor. We have not done chemo or radiation thus far. We have done a considerable amount of healing work using eastern methods. She has an MRI scheduled Thursday and naturally scared what it will show.

In the face of all this she is searching for her own sense of deeper spirituality and we are trying to heal any past disappointments in our relationship.

I think it would be very valuable to schedule a reading, for both of us, at your earliest convenience with Lisa having the priority. We are on the east coast. We are also retired, so our schedule is flexible. If you could suggest times/dates at your earliest convenience, please let us know.

Blessings on your work,
John Bassett

I immediately called John and his wife Lisa to set up an appointment. A few days past before we were able to meet over the phone. John answered anxious and informed me that Lisa was propped near a speaker while she lay in bed. I started our session by asking her the most direct and important question of her life.

“Do you want to live Lisa?”

Silence seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Then, through labored breath, she said, “yes.”

“Good. Then let’s get down to it,” I replied, “I see your grandmother from you mom’s side is present.”

“Yes,” Lisa said, “she past.”

“And she is accompanied by a man who stands near your side, positioned as a sibling. I’m assuming he is your brother.”

Lisa moaned, which informed me that she didn’t handle this info very well. John pipes up from the background, “he past last month Laura.”

“He says that doctors give you a few weeks to live. Is that accurate?”

John interrupts, “yes, and they will not operate given the size of it’s mass now.”

“Sure, they don’t want to be accountable for taking her life should they operate.”

“Most likely,” he replied.

“Your family implies that your headaches began at an early age, nearly migraine strength.” I paused to receive more information, “I understand that hurtful words shared by a parent, while raised as a child and throughout your adult years, were the result of these headaches. These words weighed heavy on your mind. Does this make sense?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “my mother and I are still at odds.”

“Well, your grandmother shows me a wet wash cloth was placed on your forehead whenever you got a headache. From my interpretation, this always gave you relief. At least temporary.”

I hear Lisa and John chuckle at the message, which always confirms the truth for me. And inform them that while she remains in pain, to continue this practice as her mind is conditioned from childhood to find relief from heavy matters on the mind.

“In the meantime,” I continued, “your family on the other side beg you to find a peaceful place with your mother regarding these past resentments as they no longer serve you.”

“I understand,” she said, “but, I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I can’t bare it in anymore,” She moaned.

“Exactly,” I exclaimed, “your inability to cope has become a detriment to your well-being, physically, emotionally, and mentally.”

“We’ll work on it Laura,” John started, “Lisa and I have been informed of similar sentiments from other healers. We’ve done some work here, but that is a lot for Lisa considering she is tired and her energy is barely holding up, no less dealing with past issues.”

I knew time was of essence. So I waited for more confirmation from the other side of what they should do if they weren’t willing to address a matter that could heal her. That’s when I see the light of angels above her head.

“Okay, if that’s too demanding, at the very least concentrate on sending love to the mass for healing. Avoid resisting its presence.”

“How? “

“Simple,” I instructed, “close your eyes. Are they closed?” I hear mmhhhmmm as a reply and continued, “there is a white light over your head. This light is so grand that it encompasses a group of healing angels that have come to heal you.”

“I feeeeel themmmm,” She whispered.

“That’s a good sign.” Delighted she was cooperating, I continued, “Now, inhale the light down to the mass resting on your mind. And on exhale, see the light penetrate the mass and break it up. It shrinks smaller with each inhale and exhale. Do you see this Lisa?”

“This is easy…”

“I know…. let the higher powers do the work for you as you rest. At the very least, you are giving them permission to release this load for you. Once you gain more strength, then you can go back to releasing those burdens you accepted from your mother. Does this sound like a plan Lisa?”

She agreed to the arrangement. And I shared that while receiving the healing that she affirms ‘I am 100% healed and whole.’

“Your support on the other side, say, it is possible to return to the doctors office with an unexplainable miracle, should you agree whole heartily to accept their healing.”

“I understand….” She drifted.

John, devoted as he was, said he would help Lisa with the exercise and promised to practice when we got off the phone. I left our meeting feeling uneasy. Regardless, she made a declaration aloud to the universe with her intention to live. And with that message from her lips, I privately included Lisa in my prayers for a complete healing. A few days go by when I receive this interesting email appear from John:

I thought you would be interested in knowing;

We worked some more with the ideas you provided. This morning Lisa does not seem to remember the phone call too much, but

1) Her voice is stronger today
2) Her eyes are clear
3) Her pulse is stronger and oxygen levels in her blood improved
4) She has an appetite for the first time in days
5) And most amazingly, she said, out of the blue, that she was concerned how to help her mother through this ordeal.

As you said, this appears to be a pivotal moment in her journey. And it seems quite apparent that the ideals that you and others have planted are being weighed against old beliefs. The hospice nurse was baffled by her improved condition….a wonderful precursor to her full recovery.

Whatever happens, you have clearly helped her take another step forward towards recognizing her true nature and potential. And of course, I too am learning by witnessing. Thank you, John

Naturally, I was pleased to hear of her progress. I stayed in contact through emails all the while praying for Lisa’s full recovery. Until I woke one morning with a sense she had turned for the worse. I sent a request for an update from John and went for a hike. When I returned, my fear was confirmed.

John emailed saying Lisa slipped into a coma. He went on to share that prior to her going he had prayed for a sign whether to remain doing the work with Lisa or to release her entirely. He claimed that shortly thereafter, another healer had called to inform him that Lisa’s tumor was not going to revive. Rather she would remain suspended until she came to terms with the issues she bared.

I was incensed and paced the floor.

I don’t care who this healer is or what kind of experience they had, where do they determine her existence?

My guidance said clearly, “Call John.” I marched over to the phone and dialed.

John answered. “She asked me that if she healed, would she still have to do all the work. And I said, ‘you mean to clean house, go to work….heal your relationships?’ I laughed and told her most likely. All she said was hmmm, which gave me the impression she wasn’t willing…you know?” He paused, “and that was it. She went under.”

“Where are you with this now?” I asked.

“Unattached.” He said, “but I’ll remain by her side in case she wakes.”

“That sounds healthy John.” I sighed. It was clear that the healer was an answer to his prayer and confirmed his suspicion.

“I still see her in a cloud of confusion and a lot might have to do with the conflict to stay or to go,” I said, “do you mind if I say a prayer on her behalf?”

“Sure.”

“I welcome into Lisa’s sacred space angel’s of white light to release her for the highest good that she be at peace with whatever decision she makes.”

Lisa died later that day.

However brief our time was together, both, Lisa and John taught me a few things. The most important was John’s capacity to surrender, without judgment, of his wife's decision to love or not love, to heal or not heal, to live or die. Whatever she chose was for her highest good, which resulted in peace. And that, Lisa did.

Just Be

2007-06-09T19:10:00.000-06:00

Allow yourself to just be

Who you are is meant to be free

Angels are calling from above

To help you reach out and love

Prepare to let go and release

Parts of you wanting to please

Feel your heart beat inside

The truth will silently confide

What you have is so special

Nothing about it is superficial

At your inner core is a bright light

That will melt away any fright

Connecting to the one will shine

Revealing everything is aligned

And to discover you are on course

A divine aspiration for higher purpose

Copyright 2007 © Laura Lee

Professional Medium, Laura Lee’s talents are regularly profiled on radio including LA’s popular ‘After Life’ show and television broadcasts such as TLC’s Possessed Possessions with James Van Praagh, Game Show Network’s ‘Your Worst Nightmare’ and Discovery Channel’s XOP’s. Laura Lee is a gifted clairvoyant (seer), claircognizant (knowing), clairaudient (hearing), and clairsentient (feeling). A liaison between heavenly host and their earthly companions, Laura dispels fear and encourages hope by helping people make sense of their lives. For a private consultation with Laura, contact her office at 818-762-1036 or go to her website at www.MessagesOfLove.com

Wake up call

2007-05-20T22:01:00.000-06:00

I opened the blinds to let the light in. Something I do before beginning all my sessions. I personally find it as a loving reminder to pass this light on to others. If it is to bring peace to one’s heart, a message of hope or even get a laugh from my clients, I know I’ve done my job. Today was one of those days, especially for my client Yvonne.

My phone rang. Her voice was so quite. It was obvious she was still grieving from a recent passing. And nearly facing deaths door herself if she didn’t make the transition from her most recent loss.

She whispered, “Laura Lee.”

“Hi Yvonne…How are you?”

“Not so good…that’s why I scheduled this appointment with you.”

“Well then, let’s not waste our time together. Your visitor has made his presence to me over the last half hour…and he has a lot to say! He stands directly behind you, indicating to me that he may be a partner, lover, even a friend…and or all of above. I see a wedding band, so I assume it was your former husband.”

“Yes,” her voice brightened, “that’s right!”

“Tall dark and handsome guy…big shoulders and arms, but he pats his belly like he never got those six pack abs…”

She laughed, “that’s definitely my Teddy!”

“In fact, I see an informercial with some sort of stomach contraption…I get the impression your husband made all attempts…did he ever buy such thing?”

“He bought everything and nothing worked!” She laughed through her tears, “but I didn’t much care….loved him like he was.”

“I feel his passing was so recent. He says alive one day and gone the next – with no prior warning.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, “he passed last month.”

“And you found him,” I said choking back tears.

Yvonne was silent on the other end of the line. I know she, too, was resisting her emotions.

Okay Mr. Teddy – what have you got that will bring her up?

“I see him sitting on a stool at a small table near you now. His legs are spread open and he’s hunched over with his elbows on his knees.”

“Right now?” She screamed!

“Well, I believe this is what he is trying to convey to me.”

“Oh my, Laura Lee, I’m lying across my bed and your describing my dressing table near the bed! He always sat that there that way….”

“His face is buried in his hands…he can’t bare to see you suffer like this anymore.” I said, “I understand that you spend a lot of time there on that bed since his crossing.”

“Oh, yes…”

“He shares that everything is going to work out and not to worry, he’s going to take care of you, as he always did, even if it’s from the other side.”

“He sure does….” She whispered.

“I understand that there is a man living near by…next door perhaps, that comes to check in on you and your family from time to time. He was sent, by your husband to care for you and his family.”

She sighed, “his brother.”

“Your Teddy laughed…. I see the state of Georgia and hear ‘I’m a southern boy!…and well Yvonne’s a whole another breed.’ I assume you don’t mix with his family too well.”

“Yes!” She perked up, “ I don’t get along. Especially his sister.”

“He says, don’t believe a word she says.” I implied firmly.

“Good, I was worried about her most,” she said exasperated, “she’s trying to sue me for his belongings.”

“He says her threats are empty…He set it up for you and the kids. That’s why your recent move took place.”

“We just made this move after his passing.” Her tone implied dissatisfaction with her current living arrangement.

“Its only temporary Yvonne,” I said, “I get the impression he wanted to build you a home…or so it seems by this vision of a home on a construction site.”

“We were saving to do this…”

“He says that he still intends to build it for his family.”

“How?” She said with little hope.

“He will send another man…not as great looking as him, he laughed, but who can build it.”

“That sounds just like him!”

“Now I see Florida state, does this mean anything to you?”

“Friends and family live down there....but, that’s about it.

“Well if Teddy has anything to do with it, I get the impression you will be relocating there. And your children too… three, right?”

“Yes! “

“He says he is still watching them,” I paused, “especially the one who signs…does that make sense to you? Because it doesn’t to me…”

“”My god,” she exclaimed, “my son is deaf.”

“And your daughter, my she’s sassy – Just like her mother he laughs….”

“Okay,” her tone becomes more sarcastic, “now he’s saying too much about me!”

“You have a lot to look forward to Yvonne, this man appears he won’t leave your side…and he makes me believe this by showing a necklace type chain you wore around your neck.”

“We had dog tags made for each other…they were inscribed with the word ‘forever’.”

“Then that is what he means by not leaving your side… believe it….if this is what he says.”

It was a week later after this appointment that I receive a message from a woman who is inquiring about making an appointment. She was in the same area as Yvonne. We played phone tag before finally making a connection. And when we finally did, I asked if she knew a woman in her area named Yvonne. She gasped that Yvonne was her best friend. And within moments after we were on the phone together she received a call from Yvonne on another line. Shirley asked if I would be willing to hang on while she answered the phone.

I overheard Shirley in the background explain to Yvonne that she had Laura Lee on the other line. There was a long pause. When she got back on the phone she said with urgency that Yvonne was calling from the hospital. She had tried to take her life. I said that there were no coincidences. That’s when I saw Teddy, Yvonne’s husband, pop back in on my radar.”

“Tell Yvonne, that Teddy says he prearranged for our calls to intersect.”

Shirley picked up the receiver to share the message with Yvonne. It was obvious to me that Shirley was not calling for an appointment but to be a messenger for Teddy thru me. I went on to share that Teddy wanted to remind Yvonne that she was needed in life. She was not ready to cross and he made sure of that. Their three children needed her more than ever, especially after losing their father. It wouldn’t be fair to them to lose their mother too.

Shirley conveyed this message back to Yvonne. Then her husband reminded me that Yvonne would soon be greeted by a man who would build her family the home Teddy had always dreamed he would build for his family. Shirley gasped. She said that she had recently met a man that was a developer who asked her out in Florida, but she wasn’t interested in this person yet remained as a close friend. She asked me if this was the man Yvonne was to meet.

I repeated, “spirit makes no mistakes when there is a strong desire to create something betweens souls…Teddy told Yvonne last week that Florida was to be a future destination were his family would reside. And their dream home would be built. Our four way connection is an indication that there is a bigger plan in the making.”

Shirley made it sound as if Yvonne was taking Teddy’s message more seriously. And so was I as I overheard what was taking place in the background. Teddy’s presence started to fade and I took that as my sign out.

“Your friend needs you now Shirley,” I left her with, “It sounds as if Yvonne just had her wake up call.”

Copyright 2007 © Laura Lee
Professional Medium, Laura Lee has shared the stage with authors such as Dr. Wayne Dyer, Dr. John Grey, Dr. Stephen Covey, Neil Donald Walsh, Dr. Doreen Virtue, Dannion Brinkley and James Van Praagh. Her talents are regularly profiled on radio including LA’s popular Radio Medium Show, KOST ‘After Life’ show and television broadcasts such as TLC’s Possessed Possessions with James Van Praagh, Game Show Network’s ‘Your Worst Nightmare’ and Discovery Channel’s XOP’s. Laura Lee is a gifted clairvoyant (seer), claircognizant (knowing), clairaudient (hearing), and clairsentient (feeling). A liaison between heavenly host and their earthly companions, Laura dispels fear and encourages hope by helping people make sense of their lives. For a private consultation with Laura, contact her office at 818-762-1036 or see her website www.MessagesOfLove.com.

Peace, Love & Joy Reigns Forevermore

2007-04-20T23:26:00.000-06:00

This natural state of being is inherently bestowed
Seek and find it, buried in the depths of your soul

Your hearts desire is to reveal this secret treasure
A gift so special that no one or thing, can measure

Nor can one buy it, sell it, or manipulate its offering
It can’t be packaged, delivered or be made alluring

The magnitude of this presents’ priceless grandeur
Is why our mind creates such a wonderful adventure

Lift the illusionary veil that keeps you in a time warp
It is a matter of choice to bring it into focus, made sharp

This is a journey one must courageously venture alone
Though others will guide and assist your way back home

Listen, watch carefully, feel your way to life’s core
Fears will try to beckon your heart, but far more

Is to be realized when one begins to own their part
In a real world made of wonder, magic and heart

Relationships with other beings begin to lovingly coexist
In perfect health and harmony, splendidly just as it is

Be that which you already are, the magnificent light
Touching the heavens and the stars, is all within sight

Close your eyes, imagine the possibility of your greatness
Grasp that key, tucked away deep inside, it unlocks happiness

As you’ll remember this grand place, lifetimes you’ve searched for
When realized, embrace it, and peace, love & joy reigns forevermore

Copyright 2007 Laura Lee
All rights reserved

It's not for her, it's for you

2007-04-14T00:19:00.000-06:00

The sun’s glare blinded my vision. As I made my way across the road, I squinted to see if the others had already arrived. It appeared unusually quiet considering it was Friday night. I was the first to arrive at the restaurant and chose the corner table on the outside deck, which was perfectly suited to people watch.

“Laura!” my friend Sophie shouted from across the street. Pushing my chair away from the table, I stood eagerly awaiting to embrace my friend. As I did, another set of arms belonging to my friend Lynn, wrapped themselves around me.

There wasn’t a quiet moment after we gathered. Even the waiter went unnoticed while menus, water and bread miraculously appeared before us. It wasn’t long before night settled in and we had talked about everything from work, family, money, and simply life in general.

It was in the last hour of our reunion that I realized we weren’t alone in our discussion. A woman sitting with her back towards us had eased dropped in on our conversation, and was so damn obvious about it, that I was distracted. At this point, she turned towards Sophie and interrupted our conversation.

“Excuse me miss,” she said, “Your accent….is it British?”

Sophie turned from our discussion to address her inquire. Meanwhile, Lynn and I continued our conversation yet I’m still distracted by what I overhear going on the other side of our table. Her simple words became instantly dark.

“The girls you are having dinner with are bad people…they…….”

Is she talking about me?....Do I know herrrrr???

I looked around the table to see the others reactions. They appeared just as taken by this woman’s words as I was. My blood pressure rose. And it felt like a warrior drum beat within my chest. Sophie appeared captivated like she was in a hypnotic trance. The woman continued the nightmare by degrading my friend and me. Lynn turned her chair to understand if she was really hearing what she thought she heard. She joined in on the dialog. It was then I saw a woman’s spirit appear above the girl’s shoulders. She looked to be near my age, extremely thin, with over died hair. The spirit stood near the woman as if she was a daughter.

She turned to me and commanded, “Don’t believe a word this woman is saying.”

How can I not…

“She doesn’t know what she says,” while stroking her mothers head.

What? Her intentions seem purely hateful….

“She is from the streets,” as she points out the shopping bags alongside her. I hadn’t noticed them till now.

And sooooooooooo………

“You can’t even comprehend the loneliness she bares, the incredible sadness of losing her family. She lost me to the world and I took my life. Her family blamed her for my mistakes. The despair she burdens is so grand that it lead her to soul search while wandering the streets.”

The daughter placed her hand upon the woman’s shoulder. The street lady’s face appeared distressed, contorted, she continued to add fuel to the fire. My head spinned.

Why is this happening?

“She is full of rage …this is her release,” the spirit replied, “I’ve been following to help her awaken, but she hasn’t heard my call….”

Right….

“…don’t take it personally,” she shrugged.

I felt a warming sensation break through the exterior of my heart.

“Send her blessings,” she coaxed gently.

Uh, that’s a bit much!

“Trust me… send her love….”

She doesn’t deserve it.

“It’s not for her, it’s for you..”

How so…

“Release the negative energy from your heart,” she said, “Besides that, she won’t leave until you forgive her.”

In that case…. Help me.

Within moments, my heart melted and I felt love break through. And it was enough to send forth to this woman. I was guided to telepathically tell her that she was safe and loved. Furthermore, I shared that I forgave her. A moment hadn’t past before her face changed from harsh features to a soft glow that seemed to have captured the candlelight from our table.

“Thank you.”

Her daughter’s gratitude gave me goose bumps. The lady grabbed her bags, stood and said, “well ladies, my girlfriends never did show for dinner… I best be on my way. Good evening.”

The girls appeared stunned by her sudden change in demeanor. I was shocked. Disbelief really, as she made way past our table and wandered into the street. Her daughter followed her like a guardian angel. I stood to see them off. And as I did, they disappeared into the night. I looked up the street, down the street, across the street…they were no were to be found.

I plopped back into my seat dazed and confused. My friends wanted to relive our whole ordeal. Their giggles regarding our experience went past me…my heart couldn’t bare to participate. No longer had the fuel. I was in awe of the transformation in my soul.