Recently I traveled to the lovely town of Wiarton to conduct another group event connecting the living with the dead. While there, I thought I’d ask Wiarton Willie what happened to spring?! I didn’t get an answer from him, but as I write this it’s cold, wet and we even had hail this morning… Willie, you got some ‘splaining to do!! (Sic I Love Lucy episode, Ricky to Lucy)
As for the dead folks, they came through in droves… as they always do.This was a more intense group event than usual, as I had women there with breast cancer, fertility/surrogacy issues and one hoping to connect with her son who recently died in a car crash. The woman’s son indeed showed up with so much accuracy even I was stunned, giving her the peace she came for. Messages and answers were also given in the above cases. Spirit talked of family secrets as well as joyful events and helpful future predictions. (I get lots of feedback, even years after a reading, telling me about the things I’ve predicted coming true. Always wonderful to hear!)
Two of the most amazing things that happened occurred the next day in my second group. The hostess’ deceased husband practically dragged me into their bedroom, where he enthusiastically showed me and his wife where he had been lying in bed next to her (confirmed by shocked wife). Visible for us to see was a huge dent in the covers, not there earlier that morning when she had made the bed. Nice one!
The second spooky, though wonderful event was when the hostess’ crossed over girlfriend, identified accurately by her first name, announced she would close the patio door to prove she was really there with us. Sure enough, said patio door then began to swing all by itself and slammed shut! The girl nearest the door jumped and shouted that she felt a cold breeze and became covered with goosebumps… that was the Spirit brushing past her on the way to the door. Spirit never ceases to amaze me!
It was a wonderful, though tiring weekend, as I got little sleep between events. The reason for this was that unbeknownst to me, the motel I was staying at was haunted by a ghost of local legend. I had been joking before going to Wiarton that I hoped it wouldn’t be like the movie, Psycho’s famed Bates Motel. No shower slasher got me, though sure enough there was a sign posted out front reading, “B A I T S.” Pretty funny, I thought at the time. What wasn’t funny were all the real ghosts that wandered in and out of my room all night long. A gentleman with a drinking problem, the Indian of legend and an older woman using my bathroom, to name a few. I didn’t want to talk to them, I was trying to get some rest!
Next day, the unusual continued. Amy, my wonderful and gracious hostess came to pick me up for breakfast. She mentioned that she too had had little sleep. When I asked why, she reported that she had been plagued by bad dreams where she was in my room, over my bed, watching someone holding me down. I didn’t know how to break it to her – that was in fact what the ghosts were doing in their attempt to get my attention. What she saw in her dreams was real!
This post is dedicated to my Mom, Gram and Margy, who left the physical world much too soon. Happy Mother’s Day to them and to all of you.
Small Medium, over and out.
Catch me live with Carla Collins in L.A. this Thursday May 16 on the Speakeasy With Carla Collins show, 3-4 pm. on Sirius XM Canada, Canada Talks, Channel 167, Satellite Radio!
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