A group of mothers in spirit came through during last week’s small groups in Denver. Reminding their children that although their bodies are gone, love is eternal. It never dies.
When we hold on to our hurts, we end up limiting ourselves. But if we can let go of the fear and open up to receive, we make room for whatever may be next.
Spirits start to file into my headspace days, and sometimes weeks, leading up to a reading.
Communication with spirit is often like playing charades. And my sign for a birth date or a death date is balloons. In this particular small group reading, I saw very clearly a red balloon.
The other morning, I woke up to the song “Blackbird” by the Beatles. The lyrics were loud and clear, replaying over and over in my mind.
This last week, I was provided with the perfect example of how spirit orchestrates signs and synchronicities as signals. Demonstrating the way they work to get our attention and let us know they are there, supporting our soul’s growth.