Not haunting you or anything. She’s been . . . nearby, waiting for an opportunity to contact you. You weren’t open to that sort of experience, so she had to wait for someone who was. As to where she waited . . . We’re not sure if it’s another dimension the way science would define it or another plane of existence. Maybe it’s even another kind of reality just out of sync with ours. We don’t know.”
For a moment, Hollis reflected that whatever they were, the dimensions or alternate realities or whatever had to be many and varied, since each medium’s experience appeared to be unique. For instance, Diana Brisco, 1 a very powerful medium in their unit, was able to visit a gray place without even shadows, where nothing really existed in any sense, like a corridor between two worlds.
A place Hollis had visited herself, which was creepy enough; the likelihood was that having been there and being a medium, she could well be drawn there without warning and against her will. That was something she hadn’t really faced and didn’t want to now.
“What, she’s in limbo?”
“Wherever she
was
,” Hollis told him, “she’s moved on now.”
“On to heaven?” He was trying hard to sound mocking.
“Well, into a light place. However you choose to define it, I’m thinking better a light place than a dark one.”
“You don’t know?”
“You mean do I believe in heaven?” Hollis recalled an experience that had occurred months in the past and smiled without meaning to. “Let’s just say I’ve seen convincing evidence that heaven—or something a lot like it—must exist.” 2
“And I’m supposed to just buy all this?”
“I’m not selling anything, Mr. Alexander. I’m just telling you what I saw. What Jamie Bell told me. Now you can decide it’s all bullshit and go on with your life, or you can choose to accept the forgiveness offered to you and go on with your life, or you can ignore the whole thing and pretend today never even happened. Up to you. I’m just the messenger.”
She hesitated for a moment, then said unwillingly, “Jamie told me that her family and friends had moved on a long time ago. So even though they never knew what happened to her, they must have known somehow that she was never coming home again, and made their peace with that. You were the one Jamie was worried about. You were the one she said needed to let go of what happened and move on.”
His gaze avoided hers then, and he remained silent.
Hollis turned her attention to Anna, who she realized with a start was looking at her with desperate hope. Reluctant to disappoint the older woman, she nevertheless said, “I did tell you there was no way of knowing who might come through. Mr. Alexander was angry, and he made me angry—and sometimes strong emotions have a distinct focus. That was why Jamie came through. Well, that and the fact that she’d been waiting such a long time for someone who could open the door for her.”
“And . . . and Daniel?”
Hollis rubbed one forearm absently, glancing down to see what she felt: no goose bumps or fine hairs standing on end, and no sense of that strange wave of cold sweeping through her, the three things that almost always happened whenever she was in the presence of spirits.
All had existed the whole time Jamie had been visible. She was still vaguely aware of spiritual energy around her, but it was distant, on the periphery of her senses. All of her senses.
Something new.
“I’m afraid the door’s closed for the moment,” she said, hoping it was because she was abruptly conscious of being very, very tired. Physically and emotionally. And cold in a different way; she was only barely able to stop herself from shivering.
DeMarco spoke up then to say, “It might not show so much, Anna, but this takes a lot out of Hollis, a lot of her own energy. She needs to rest before she tries to contact your husband.”
“I’ll be happy to come back tomorrow,” Hollis
For a moment, Hollis reflected that whatever they were, the dimensions or alternate realities or whatever had to be many and varied, since each medium’s experience appeared to be unique. For instance, Diana Brisco, 1 a very powerful medium in their unit, was able to visit a gray place without even shadows, where nothing really existed in any sense, like a corridor between two worlds.
A place Hollis had visited herself, which was creepy enough; the likelihood was that having been there and being a medium, she could well be drawn there without warning and against her will. That was something she hadn’t really faced and didn’t want to now.
“What, she’s in limbo?”
“Wherever she
was
,” Hollis told him, “she’s moved on now.”
“On to heaven?” He was trying hard to sound mocking.
“Well, into a light place. However you choose to define it, I’m thinking better a light place than a dark one.”
“You don’t know?”
“You mean do I believe in heaven?” Hollis recalled an experience that had occurred months in the past and smiled without meaning to. “Let’s just say I’ve seen convincing evidence that heaven—or something a lot like it—must exist.” 2
“And I’m supposed to just buy all this?”
“I’m not selling anything, Mr. Alexander. I’m just telling you what I saw. What Jamie Bell told me. Now you can decide it’s all bullshit and go on with your life, or you can choose to accept the forgiveness offered to you and go on with your life, or you can ignore the whole thing and pretend today never even happened. Up to you. I’m just the messenger.”
She hesitated for a moment, then said unwillingly, “Jamie told me that her family and friends had moved on a long time ago. So even though they never knew what happened to her, they must have known somehow that she was never coming home again, and made their peace with that. You were the one Jamie was worried about. You were the one she said needed to let go of what happened and move on.”
His gaze avoided hers then, and he remained silent.
Hollis turned her attention to Anna, who she realized with a start was looking at her with desperate hope. Reluctant to disappoint the older woman, she nevertheless said, “I did tell you there was no way of knowing who might come through. Mr. Alexander was angry, and he made me angry—and sometimes strong emotions have a distinct focus. That was why Jamie came through. Well, that and the fact that she’d been waiting such a long time for someone who could open the door for her.”
“And . . . and Daniel?”
Hollis rubbed one forearm absently, glancing down to see what she felt: no goose bumps or fine hairs standing on end, and no sense of that strange wave of cold sweeping through her, the three things that almost always happened whenever she was in the presence of spirits.
All had existed the whole time Jamie had been visible. She was still vaguely aware of spiritual energy around her, but it was distant, on the periphery of her senses. All of her senses.
Something new.
“I’m afraid the door’s closed for the moment,” she said, hoping it was because she was abruptly conscious of being very, very tired. Physically and emotionally. And cold in a different way; she was only barely able to stop herself from shivering.
DeMarco spoke up then to say, “It might not show so much, Anna, but this takes a lot out of Hollis, a lot of her own energy. She needs to rest before she tries to contact your husband.”
“I’ll be happy to come back tomorrow,” Hollis
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