She kept her composure as she sat across from me, stiff and formal, but her soul told another story, as did the spirit standing next to her.
“I don’t really believe in this…,” Marla said, waving her hands in the air in a hocus pocus fashion.
“That’s okay,” I smiled. “You don’t need to believe for it to exist. It makes it easier for me, and for them, but it isn’t necessary.”
If I had a dollar for everybody who said that to me in a day….well, it would be a lot.
Her husband stood next to her in spirit, smirking. He was obviously irritated as he attempted his communication with me, but with her lack of openness and his frustration I knew this session wasn’t going to come easy. He showed me that he’d passed quickly, in an accident, on the way to a work conference. And he showed me a train.
“Did he collect trains?” I asked only for Marla to shake her head no. “Do you live by trains?” She again shook her had. And then he showed me…. “Marla, he said he passed on a train. He passed from a train accident?” It sounded like a question, but I knew that was what he was trying to tell me. It wasn’t a usual passing so it caught me by surprise. Marla just stared at me, so I stated it again. “He said he passed away on a train. He shows me the train slamming into something and he was gone. Quickly. Just like that.”
Marla still just stared at me so I continued and prayed that I was on the right track (no pun, honest).
“He says that he wasn’t sure when he’d be back from the trip. It was an important presentation and he thought maybe a couple days, but it could’ve been a week. You were mad at him for not knowing because your anniversary was that week and you didn’t say goodbye to him. He said you said that you’d see him when you see him.”
Marla’s eyes grew wide as tears formed. She whispered, “He’s really here?”
I nodded and pointed over to where he was standing in spirit.
“I’m not mad. I’m sad. I can’t get through this, Kristy. I feel like it’s my fault and there’s a void. Such a deep void. I’m simply walking around in a state of numbness waiting for my time. Is it my time soon?”
We are taught that death is final. It’s the end. We grieve and we get over it eventually.
Bull.
Death is far from final. It’s not the end, it’s a new beginning – for everyone. And we don’t ever get over it. We walk through it. And then we walk backwards and through it again. And sometimes we stop in the middle until someone pulls us through. Hopefully there’s someone there to pull us through. There’s no time frame. Just as you have a unique fingerprint, your grief fingerprint is unique too. The corporate world gives us three days to ‘get over it’ and mourn. Our heart and soul tells us it will be a lifetime, until we see our loved one again. The hurt is real. The heartache is crushing. And grieving is one of the hardest things you will ever do.
Marla was still in the beginning stages of grief and although I could bring through the connection, I couldn’t take the pain away. What I did do was open up her line of communication with her husband. She wanted more from me, but it wasn’t up to me to give her all the answers. I did, though, help her with her signs and after a year plus Marla does now see his signs and they’ve helped break her frown so she sometimes smiles. She believes now. Not in any hocus pocus, not in me, but that death isn’t final. Death is like stepping into a different dimension, and that there are visiting hours, it’s just not what we think of as here.
Not everyone will be convinced there is another side. Some will be skeptical and cynical. And that is okay. Sometimes the grief is numbing and that is the way they deal. It isn’t up to me or you to convince anyone otherwise. Sometimes they just need a kind word. A hug. Or a positive thought or prayer.
We all will mourn and grieve at least once in our lifetime. We all do it differently. We all have taken moments for granted, thinking there would be a later, a tomorrow, a next week. If anything death has taught us it’s to love, to speak the love because there are no guarantees.
I believe in you!
Believe,
Kristy Robinett
www.kristyrobinett.comKristy Robinett (Livonia, MI) is a professional psychic medium. In addition to giving readings and teaching workshops, she uses her psychic skills to assist with police investigations. Kristy lectures across the country and has appeared on Fox News, ABC News, and Coast to Coast. She is also the author of Ghosts of Southeast Michigan, Michigan’s Haunted Legends and Lore, Higher Intuitions Oracle and Messenger Between Worlds: True Stories from a Psychic Medium and Forevermore: Guided in Spirit by Edgar Allan Poe (coming October 2014)
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