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<\/a>On Saturday, February 18th I hosted an event at the Hamlin Pub in Shelby Township, Michigan entitled Supper with the Spirits. This is an event that I do several times a year around the Michigan area where guests get to eat yummy\u00a0food, have some fun and laughs and I bring through messages and insights from loved ones, angels and spirit guides on the other side. I call these events \u2018drive thru\u2019 readings as not everyone is guaranteed a reading and the messages that are given are at times a bit more vague for even my own liking. Typical sessions that I do are an hour, in a private and quiet setting, away from noise, music, alcohol consumption, and an array of emotions. I\u2019m able to focus on that one (or two or three) person and just their loved ones.\u00a0I know that some people will go home disappointed, and I know that I will go home feeling disappointed that I couldn\u2019t bring everyone through for them. Believe me when I say that I often shed tears on the way home (hello empath) from these events and at one point my husband told me to just stop doing them because he felt so bad for me feeling bad for everyone else. I thought about it, but made the decision that if just one person gets a message that they need to hear it was worth it all. And I know that more than one person gets a message that they need to hear, maybe not what they want to hear, and in the end it is worth it.<\/p>\nSaturday\u2019s event wasn\u2019t much different than the others, except that the noise level from a live band and a very crowded venue makes for a difficult time sorting out spirits. Just because someone is sitting in a different room and not part of the group doesn\u2019t mean that their people on the other side can\u2019t or won\u2019t find me and this is exactly what happened at an event last October.<\/p>\n
A 20-something male\u00a0was sitting at a table by himself, staring at his phone when his mom on the other side grabbed my\u00a0attention and nudged me his way. I was heading to the rest room and knew that my guests would be finished with their dessert and I had to start soon, so I ignored her, but there was no ignoring Lydia* in life or on the other side.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to talk to him. This is a matter of life and death,\u201d she urged as I reapplied my lipstick.<\/p>\n
I glanced at the clock and didn\u2019t even have a second, but I knew that Lydia was right, I needed to talk to him. As I headed back to the banquet room, I noticed the man was still staring at his phone, as if willing someone or something to call. The televisions were blasting sports, the rest of the restaurant was buzzing with laughter and hoots and hollers, and even with all the happy energy circling around the man looked to be wearing a storm cloud. I again felt the pull from Lydia.<\/p>\n
Now, there\u2019s something some people may not know about me, I\u2019m really shy. No, honestly. I\u2019m uncomfortable talking to strangers and it takes a lot for me to walk up to a table and tell them what I do, see, hear, and sense, and then hope they won\u2019t laugh in my face. Some may call that insecurity, I prefer to call it just who I am, and I honestly think it keeps me from getting an ego and staying humble.<\/p>\n
But I stopped in front of the man\u2019s table anyhow. He looked up at me and smiled, and then I worried that he was thinking I was picking him up. It was a bar after all, and a whole other mess of crazy dialogue went through my brain. That\u00a0felt even more horrific\u00a0than what I was going to tell him, and it gave me the confidence to start the conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cUmm, I know this sounds crazy but I\u2019m a medium and I see\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike the Long Island Medium?\u201d he interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cKind of,\u201d I squinted at him, hating the comparison. \u201cSo I see the spirits of loved ones on the other side. In fact I only have a second because I have an event,\u201d I pointed to the banquet room and saw my husband hold up his cell phone as if to tell me I needed to get going.<\/p>\n
\u201cCool,\u201d he replied and again glanced at his phone that was still black without a new message.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo anyhow your mom has been bothering me since I got here and wanted me to let you know that you\u2019ll be okay and you need to stop blaming yourself. Living in the now, and not the past, living for today, and not for tomorrow. She says that none of you knew that seriousness of it all including her, and it wasn\u2019t your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said that to you?\u201d he asked, wiping his tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, she\u2019s saying that to you,\u201d I said. \u201cShe\u2019s standing in back of you. Remember, she says, how she always said tomorrow isn\u2019t guaranteed so live for today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always said that. She knew how much I worried about everything and constantly reminded me to stop worrying about the future. Obviously I didn\u2019t learn anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019ll always be around you to remind you. It might not be the way you like, but she\u2019s still with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chuck was now giving me a dirty look and I knew I had to go. I put my hand on his shoulder and told him I wished him the best. He just nodded. I could feel his stare on my back all the way into the room.<\/p>\n
After the event we packed up my books and as we headed out the door I was surprised to see the man still there, waiting for me.<\/p>\n
\u201cKristy, my name is Trent, and I just wanted to say thank you. You have no idea what you did by that message in that moment, but my mom didn\u2019t raise a son who didn\u2019t say thank you and I wanted to say it. So thank you. Can I give you a hug?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded and gave Trent a hug, hoping he could feel his mom\u2019s spirit in it.<\/p>\n
Last Saturday at the event I met up with Trent again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was planning on killing myself that weekend,\u201d Trent\u00a0confided, validating what I already knew. \u201cI was waiting for a person to call me so I could meet them to get\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t let him finish, I just squeezed his hand. \u201cThat\u2019s the past, right?\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom wasn\u2019t feeling well and thought she might need to go to Urgent Care. I had concert tickets and asked her if she thought she could wait until morning and she told me she wanted me to have fun and the morning would be fine.\u201d Trent lifted his hands up to his eyes and covered them, as if to blink out the memory. \u201cI came home from the concert and she was dead. She was probably having a heart attack and if I would\u2019ve just taken her in\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d I said. \u201cOr maybe not. It\u2019s something you can\u2019t change now, Trent. Focus on what you can change,\u201d I offered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019ve done since you gave me the message, Kristy. It still hurts, and I still miss her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do,\u201d I sympathized.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I have today,\u201d Trent smiled and laid his hand on my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you have today. Mom is proud.\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel her now,\u201d Trent\u00a0whispered.<\/p>\n
So often we get bind ourselves to the past and the worries of the future, and we miss the now. Skip ahead and you miss out. Lag behind and you miss out.\u00a0It\u2019s the now that let\u2019s us connect to our loved ones here, to opportunities, and to our loved ones on the other side. Worry, fear, regret are just some of the ropes that bind us, knocking us off balance. It clouds our potential and pretends to be the truth. Tomorrow isn\u2019t promised, so why worry. You have today. What are doing with it?<\/p>\n
If you are contemplating suicide or dealing with the loss due to suicide, please contact\u00a01-800-273-8255<\/a>\u00a0at the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.<\/a>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n ****<\/p>\n I often receive messages at night and I always keep a running journal of my visitors. These are my most recent:<\/p>\n