When the Souls want to be heard, they will find a way to get through. 

I will change the names in this story as to protect privacy.


One evening about two years ago, a Medium friend of mine called to catch up.  While during our conversation he asked me who Ted and Sara are.  I told him that I didn’t know anyone by those names.  He told me that a man in Spirit named Ted was trying to reach me and that he was insistent that I listen.  He said I had been ignoring his attempts to connect to me. He said I wasn’t letting him in and he had important information for someone.   I continued to tell my Friend that I didn’t know this Gentleman and I didn’t know anyone by those names.  He told me that Ted said he is connected to my Husbands side of the family.  He said that he was a fireman during his most recent lifetime.  I knew my Husband had an uncle with that name but I had never met him and he wasn’t a fireman, he was a Police Chief.  I was told, no, this man was definitely a fireman.

 

After my call ended, I asked my Husband about the names and he didn’t recognize either name.  Over the next week, I even asked his Mother and his Cousin but the names didn’t mean anything to either of them.

 

I eventually dismissed it and didn’t think of it again, but I did write the names down just in case it came up again in the future.

 

About two months later my Husbands sister called and asked me if I could come over to her house and give a reading to someone who was struggling with loss.  I wasn’t thrilled about doing a reading on the spur of the moment because I like to be able to mediate and clear my head so that I can hear the souls more clearly.  But my sister in law thought I might be able to help her just by talking to her.

 

I didn’t know anything about this woman which is how I prefer it because I like to work from a clean slate.  I am very cautious about that because I don’t want anything that I might I already know about a person to taint the information I receive.

 

But something told me to just jump in and do it.  So I agreed.

 

I went over that same afternoon.  I was introduced to one of the sweetest women I had met.  I could tell she was skeptical and emotional and very sad.

 

I immediately connected to her Husband in spirit.  He told me that she was worried that he was upset with her about something that transpired not long before he passed.  He allowed me to feel her emotions and I knew that I needed to get the messages clear and precise in order to help her.

So for about an hour, I relayed the messages to her and because I am very conscious of privacy, I will not disclose details here.  But during this reading, he showed me his passing and how it happened and the details he wanted her to have.  He also showed me a photograph of himself and told me that it was his favorite and that she has it displayed in their home.  The photo was of a handsome man in Uniform.  As I looked closer I realized he was a fireman.  I still didn’t make the connection until I was driving back home and he thanked me for listening to him and it was at that moment I realized, this was Ted who had been trying to reach me.  When I was introduced to his wife Sara, I didn’t make the connection.  I had long forgotten about the conversation with my friend and the names he gave me.  But I smiled all the way home.

 

As I said, if they want to get a message to someone, they will find a way to get through.  This time they used my friend to connect to me.  My friend is more open than I am because he does this for a living every single day and is in constant communication with the souls and he also does regular meditation.  For me, the souls are constantly trying to communicate but because I am a caregiver, my thoughts and love have to be focused on my family first.  So I have an agreement with the souls.  As crazy as it sounds, they give me space until I let them know I am ready to receive, which I do by pulling my hair up off my shoulders.  I know how crazy that sounds but it’s something I had to ask them to do for me in order to have some sense of normalcy in my days.  For instance, at this very moment as I write this, a gentleman just stepped into my home and said “ Hello Judy”.  I can’t see him yet, but I heard him even with my hair down. lol