the weird sights and sounds that had led me to believe that I was indeed losing my mind, suddenly made sense. I knew, once and for all, that I was sane, that my mind was perfectly balanced, and I realized that not only did the healer man have the gift of “sight,” but that I too shared that gift.
So many people had visited me since my childhood, people from the spirit world, trying to help me and to make me aware of the precious gift I had been born with. Yet it took a stranger, someone with this same gift, to make me see that what I had been doing since I was a child, seeing and hearing “ghosts,” was perfectly natural, and not frightening at all.
Now I heard the healer man saying, “Come here, come and sit next to me and hold my hand and I will try, if I can, to talk some more with the army sergeant, who, by the way, has informed me that he has waited for four years to talk to you. Four years for him to find someone with whom he could communicate, someone who could see and hear him.”
Eagerly now, I did as he asked and was given many messages from my father for all of the family. But even though everything the healer man said was accurate, my suspicious mind was telling me to be careful. So I sat with my head well down, taking care not to look at him, while I thought, Don’t look at him, don’t let him read your face. I didn’t want to give this man any indication that I knew what he was talking about or a way to gauge anything from my reactions. In other words, I didn’t want to give anything away.
I realize now that this reaction was a sort of protection against the possibility of mind reading, and quite a few of my own clients have, at first, the same reaction to me.
When people come to see me privately for a sitting and avert their eyes, or keep their heads down, I always smile and remember my own first encounter with spirit through a third person.
But back to the healer man—it was only when he gave me the name of Judith that I opened up a little, and I told him that she was my sister. He described her, tall, blond, and blue eyed, and talked of her divorce and how difficult her life had been. He also mentioned that she had two children, a boy and a girl, and he talked a little of them, too. It was amazing, all of it; everything he said was just so incredible, but true.
The last message, however, was one that at the time didn’t make much sense.
“I am being shown a ring,” he said, “a large oval-shaped ruby, surrounded by diamonds, in a setting which is so beautiful. The diamonds themselves must be worth a fortune, and the ruby is the most wonderful color, deep red, clear and pure, not a flaw in it, a perfect stone.”
I began rubbing my hands together; after all, everything else he had said had been right, so perhaps I was going to meet a millionaire who would shower me with diamonds and rubies. Although greed and avarice are not usually part of my nature, I must admit that my eyes did sparkle just a little at the prospect of all this.
But when the healer man explained the full meaning of this message, I realized that wealth comes in many forms.
The ring, the beautiful ruby, was a symbol of clairvoyance, as the color red indicates, as pure and clear as possible. The setting of diamonds is symbolic of the beauty and energy that always surrounds me when I'm working.
I was being shown something precious, a thing of beauty that I must cherish, so rare and so special. An indication of the mediumship that was to come.
This precious gift from God, which I had been blessed with since I was a child, was going to be developed, brought out, so that all of those who wished could share with me the wondrous knowledge of spirit.
While I had been sitting, engrossed with the healer man, in communication with my father, I had completely forgotten the reason I had gone to visit Paul and Irene that evening. But now my sitting was drawn to a close, and the Denhams appeared in the doorway to ask if we were
So many people had visited me since my childhood, people from the spirit world, trying to help me and to make me aware of the precious gift I had been born with. Yet it took a stranger, someone with this same gift, to make me see that what I had been doing since I was a child, seeing and hearing “ghosts,” was perfectly natural, and not frightening at all.
Now I heard the healer man saying, “Come here, come and sit next to me and hold my hand and I will try, if I can, to talk some more with the army sergeant, who, by the way, has informed me that he has waited for four years to talk to you. Four years for him to find someone with whom he could communicate, someone who could see and hear him.”
Eagerly now, I did as he asked and was given many messages from my father for all of the family. But even though everything the healer man said was accurate, my suspicious mind was telling me to be careful. So I sat with my head well down, taking care not to look at him, while I thought, Don’t look at him, don’t let him read your face. I didn’t want to give this man any indication that I knew what he was talking about or a way to gauge anything from my reactions. In other words, I didn’t want to give anything away.
I realize now that this reaction was a sort of protection against the possibility of mind reading, and quite a few of my own clients have, at first, the same reaction to me.
When people come to see me privately for a sitting and avert their eyes, or keep their heads down, I always smile and remember my own first encounter with spirit through a third person.
But back to the healer man—it was only when he gave me the name of Judith that I opened up a little, and I told him that she was my sister. He described her, tall, blond, and blue eyed, and talked of her divorce and how difficult her life had been. He also mentioned that she had two children, a boy and a girl, and he talked a little of them, too. It was amazing, all of it; everything he said was just so incredible, but true.
The last message, however, was one that at the time didn’t make much sense.
“I am being shown a ring,” he said, “a large oval-shaped ruby, surrounded by diamonds, in a setting which is so beautiful. The diamonds themselves must be worth a fortune, and the ruby is the most wonderful color, deep red, clear and pure, not a flaw in it, a perfect stone.”
I began rubbing my hands together; after all, everything else he had said had been right, so perhaps I was going to meet a millionaire who would shower me with diamonds and rubies. Although greed and avarice are not usually part of my nature, I must admit that my eyes did sparkle just a little at the prospect of all this.
But when the healer man explained the full meaning of this message, I realized that wealth comes in many forms.
The ring, the beautiful ruby, was a symbol of clairvoyance, as the color red indicates, as pure and clear as possible. The setting of diamonds is symbolic of the beauty and energy that always surrounds me when I'm working.
I was being shown something precious, a thing of beauty that I must cherish, so rare and so special. An indication of the mediumship that was to come.
This precious gift from God, which I had been blessed with since I was a child, was going to be developed, brought out, so that all of those who wished could share with me the wondrous knowledge of spirit.
While I had been sitting, engrossed with the healer man, in communication with my father, I had completely forgotten the reason I had gone to visit Paul and Irene that evening. But now my sitting was drawn to a close, and the Denhams appeared in the doorway to ask if we were
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