{"id":5583,"date":"2017-06-15T20:51:35","date_gmt":"2017-06-16T00:51:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/justaskjay\/?p=5583"},"modified":"2017-06-24T07:10:39","modified_gmt":"2017-06-24T11:10:39","slug":"summer-angel-message","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/justaskjay\/summer-angel-message\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Angel:  A Message from Above"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>She looked so tired, as if she hadn\u2019t rested in months. \u00a0The circles under her eyes, obvious to see she has endured an emotional turmoil of sorts. Her hair framed her frown perfectly, her burden evident from afar. She didn\u2019t say much at first, as she listened to me explain what it is that we were going to do. She offered no information, and didn\u2019t care to choose her cards.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSylvia\u201d, I said. \u201cWhat a beautiful name.\u201d Smiling, she nodded in agreement. \u201cI\u2019ve chosen Angel cards for you because I feel a deep loss has overcome you; you wear your heart on your sleeve!\u201d She agreed that she was grieving. As I started to read for her, she validated the two energies that had come in to visit. \u201cRO\u201d was clear to me, \u201cRobert\u201d as she named him as being her brother by the events that I had recounted about his life.<\/p>\n<p>The other was \u201cAl\u201d as I heard it, \u201cAlex\u201d as she called him, her father who passed a few years afterwards. She laughed and interjected to add details to the stories I was telling her. About 40 minutes into the reading, I asked her if she had any questions. She replied that there was a reason she had come to see me. Her voice said it all. Desperate in her request, she said \u201cJay, I came here for a purpose today. So many have told me of what you do, and that my daughter came through in someone else\u2019s session here two weeks ago with a message for me. I\u2019m sure it was her, the details were too accurate.\u201d I apologized to her telling her that I didn\u2019t feel her daughter\u2019s energy. She pleaded \u201cJay, please, do you think you can ask her to come in?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After some time, there was nothing that I sensed. I told her that I didn\u2019t want to waste the time she had left in trying to bring her in. As we were discussing her daughter, I felt a sudden overwhelming rush of energy, warmth, love and understanding. I couldn\u2019t see what it was until I blurted out \u201cFebruary 13th\u201d. I looked at her and said, \u201cFebruary 13th, what does that mean to you Sylvia?\u201dAs the tears welled in her eyes, her trembling voice said \u201cKara, my daughter\u2019s birthday\u201d. I told her, \u201cI have someone here who tells me this date February 13th has significance. She has a message for you. I\u2019m sorry mom, I couldn\u2019t make it. I tried running faster, but I just couldn\u2019t do it.\u201d I asked her if she understood, and she nodded yes as the tears ran down her face. She asked me to ask her daughter if she came to visit her often, because she couldn\u2019t feel her around.<\/p>\n<p>I told her that her daughter did visit her. I started to recount the details of her day before her appointment with me, which consisted of a shopping trip for shoes and lunch at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Sylvia was beside herself and couldn\u2019t believe the accuracy of the statement I had just made. She was trembling and wanted to hear more. Suddenly, the surge of energy penetrated my entire being, as if I was swallowed by a blissful loving and unconditional being. Tears came rushing from my eyes as I said \u201cWhy did you cancel your summer holidays? Your daughter doesn\u2019t want you to cancel them. She\u2019s sad that you\u2019re no longer living your life because she\u2019s gone.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t cancel summer mom, I want to come and play at camp and have fun with the other kids\u201d. Sylvia, shocked by what I had just said broke down and told me the story of the loss of her daughter, Kara.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5586\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5586\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-5586\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/748\/2017\/06\/gothic-1365989_640-300x187.jpg\" alt=\"Gothic by Darksouls1 @ Pixabay\" width=\"300\" height=\"187\"><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5586\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Gothic by Darksouls1 @ Pixabay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>\u201cJay, my little girl was only 8 years old. She was killed just weeks before school was out and before our summer holidays, as she was getting off of the school bus. I was there with my youngest son who wasn\u2019t of school age yet. As she got off of the bus, a note a young boy had given her dropped out of her hand. The wind carried it away. I guess she must have been afraid to lose it, so she chased the note Jay. But by the time she looked up, it was too late. The car was coming faster than she could run from it. She died in my arms, my baby was gone right there Jay. So, she\u2019s right when she said she couldn\u2019t run faster, and just couldn\u2019t do it.<\/p>\n<p>Since then, we haven\u2019t celebrated summer or gone to camp \u2018cause it was her favourite time of year. It\u2019s just too hard. My boy saw it too. Oh Jay, why did God have to take my baby?\u201d We cried together, and I apologized because this had never really happened to me before. All I wanted to do was hold this stranger, so that she could feel the love I had experienced, the love that was meant and intended for her from her daughter.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSylvia, your daughter is now with your father and brother. They take such good care of her and she visits you daily, but you see, your daughter doesn\u2019t want you to stop living your life because she\u2019s not here. She wants you to continue to live, because she lives on within you. \u00a0Her memory is never far away, the love she gave still within your heart. You must celebrate life again; she wants this for you and your husband. \u201cAs she wiped her eyes, a smile came through as if to light the room. \u201cJay\u201d, she said, \u201cI\u2019m so happy, I can\u2019t wait to tell my husband all about what happened today. I don\u2019t know if I can ever celebrate my summers again, but I know that I\u2019m going to really think about it. I have a few months to decide. It\u2019s been so long since we have, maybe it\u2019s time we start\u201d. And with that, Sylvia left with a sense of relief, a knowing that her daughter is around her all the time, and that she really doesn\u2019t need any signs to know it. 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