We all have good days and bad – a season for everything, as the saying goes. Current events (ahem) aside, I want to share with you a quite recent experience I had completed for a desperate woman set on helping an elderly lady locate her missing brother.
If you know me, you know that I am very conscientious about making sure I deliver the most accurate readings humanly possible. Do I occasionally misinterpret the symbols I see? Yes. I’m not perfect, but the symbols actually end up making sense to my clients, so interpretation aside, I still see quite clearly. There is always a learning curve for new symbols – symbols I have never received before, and it’s natural that I’ll miss here and there until I know what the departed is trying to tell me. Sometimes, however, they just tell it like it is, as is the case with this missing client.
I received an order from someone on Fiverr. Fiverr is a great platform for putting yourself out there to reach new clients. So, I posted a few small services just to test the waters. You receive an order, (Gig), fulfill the order, and then wait with baited breath until the client leaves feedback and/or a rating between 1 and 5 stars. Until this day, I had a 100% 5-Star rating.
Everything was going great and folks were happy with their reports. Until one woman, who wanted a One Question Reading using Remote Viewing. I’m especially skilled in this area, so I was confident I could help her. She said the man, (in a picture she sent), was “missing” and she wanted to know if he was still alive or not. He was the brother of an 81-year-old woman, who was looking for him and desperately needed an answer, one way or another. She didn’t explain much about his circumstances, except that he was missing.
From his photo, I was easily able to connect with him. I “saw” him, (remote viewing), and intuitively felt his predicament. I was shown a frail, elderly man walking down a dark, rural road. It appeared to be either a dirt road or some rarely-traveled, remote road. There were trees on both sides, twigs, dirt and it was dark.
The man I saw was walking hunched over, arms around his stomach as if he was in pain or cold. He was confused and felt lost. My heart sank as I felt his sadness and desperation. Then, just as I was ready to begin writing my findings, I felt a gentle presence next to me, on the left side of my face, and he began to speak.
“My Sister – Tell her I’m fine,” he said in a slow, calm and deep voice. He felt peaceful, and completely different from the man I saw on the road. I have been conversing with the departed since I was a young girl, so I knew he was one of the souls on the other side. I was able to relay this information to the $5 buyer, who fired back with the most angry, hateful response. I was actually floored. This was a first for me.
She quipped, (for several long, ranting paragraphs), that there was no way I could have gathered the feelings and conversation from a picture – that remote viewing “doesn’t provide emotions and conversation”. She knew this because she was a 19-year veteran in remote viewing. Part of me was amused. You see, when I began “seeing” spirits, places, and objects that were miles away from me with pinpoint accuracy, I just accepted it as normal. I never knew that my ability to “see” had a name until I was in my mid-twenties, when a close friend of mine, who had worked in the CIA, described my abilities as “Remote Viewing.” He warned me not to go public because, at the time, people like me were being “recruited” for experimentation. Anyway…with my visions came feelings, emotions, and back-stories. This is how I have always been. It’s like I have an entire set of extra senses with which to work, including smell. So, when she described how limited she was in her remote viewing skills, coupled by her debilitating, iron-clad belief system, it amused me and made me feel little bit sad for her.
Anyway, she went on and on about not wanting to report my information to this little old lady because, according to her, I was just trying to end her search for her brother and give a false sense of relief. She torted that I didn’t want to put in the time to really find him, and decided to just get out with an easy answer. She refused to accept the fact that I knew he had passed. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
The back story she shared with me AFTER I gave her the reading went like this: This old man was being transferred from one care facility to another, and never made it to the second facility. They feared he was either dumped on the side of a road, or he left the transportation vehicle, wandering off into the darkness, alone. This made perfect sense to me, based on what I had seen and felt. Yet, she refused to accept what I shared with her at face value. Her rant continued, and I finally stopped reading. I knew I had done my best and saw correctly based on a lifetime of experience of knowing how the departed communicate with me.
Sometimes you just have to accept that people are going to hold tight to their belief systems and reject anything that doesn’t fit with their paradigm, and that’s a sad way to live. How can they grow? How can they evolve if they aren’t willing to accept that there is MORE out there?
This was a really interesting case, and I was glad to be a part of it, but it still saddens me that this little old lady will never hear my reading and will spend the rest of her days wondering about the fate of her beloved brother. What is even more disturbing is that when this 81-year-old lady enters the spirit realm, it is very likely that she will not move on, because she will die believing that her brother is still alive, but missing, trapping her in an endless search for him.
I hope you all are staying safe and continuing to walk in Love and Light!
Blessings to each and every one of you and thank you for your continued love and support.