In my experience as a Medium, Spirits will often talk about Angel ornaments and imagery, as something that connects them to their living. When they bring it up, my living clients confirm that they have been collecting Angels since the death of their loved one, or that they often see images of angels when their loved ones are around. By this statement, I mean they find themselves noticing Angel ornaments, and pictures wherever they go, and know that it is their Beloved Dead, trying to make contact with them.
The last three years, I have done Gallery Spirit Communication on Friday nights. It’s an event that draws the majority of the guest, which is around 2 hundred people. Gallery Readings are entertaining, and heartfelt, but there is no way I can get messages through for everyone. A handful of people get messages, and the rest are there just for the experience. These events are moving, and I usually walk away with a story or two to tell, of how Spirits go out of their way to make meaningful connections with the living. This year my story came after…
I had just finished the Gallery, and was walking upstairs, making my way to my room. People often stop me along the way, to ask me questions, and share personal stories of Spirit they have experienced. This time I was stopped by a group of women, who’s friend had lost a child. She had hoped desperately that her daughter would come through at the Gallery, and when she didn’t her friends set about getting her an appointment for a personal session.
My appointments fill up quickly at these retreat, and management has made it clear that I need to pace when I put out my schedule. I can list the available times for Thursday night and Friday morning, on Thursday afternoon, Friday evening appointments can go up Friday afternoon, and so on and so fourth. This makes it so people who arrive later in the weekend, still get a chance at an appointment with me. That being said, people are usually waiting at the board when I walk out to put up the next times.
I advised the ladies looking for a personal appointment for their friend to do the same. They missed out on the Saturday appointments; as there were already people waiting behind me as I wrote the schedule on the board. Not wanting to miss out, they took things to ‘elevensies’, guaranteeing