Who startled sweet little Edmond????

edmond-11-22-16-new-coatMonday, November 7th, I had the privilege to babysit my dear mild-mannered grandson Edmond, who beams sweet smiles when first we meet.  By noon, I fed and changed him plus I brought and set up a playpen in a small bedroom, at an estate I worked on, for a sale the following week.  He seemed unsettled in there when I laid him down for a nap.  After an hour or so, he gave in to a half hour nap.  When he woke, he screamed as though he’d been startled by something, however I was the only one on that floor.  Could it have been the 95-year old lady that recently died, checking on him while I worked?   I know not.

After calming his uneasiness, I carried him to the basement to instruct my workers on where I needed a table or other pieces to reside for the sale, always making sure sharp edges are out of the walk ways.  I held Edmond facing out like he likes on my right hip, with my right arm across his front.  He likes to know what’s happening!

As I walked to the right of the basement steps he let out a startled, high pitched scream, shaking in the wake!  I turned him around facing me to caress and calm him, which happily he did so rather quickly.   I entered the room just beyond to the right where he was calm and peaceful, however upon turning around to leave the room to walk past the same area where he screeched, the same scenario happened.

I knew he saw something, someone.

Within my many years of self education via many metaphysical, spiritual and angelic books, I knew there was definitely something more there, than the naked eye could see! I knew in my heart, either the lady that just passed or her husband that passed many years before, may have been there.  I quickly placed Edmond in his car seat, grabbed my camera and took photos of the location, from entering the back right room and then back out.  I made sure Edmond never went to that area again.

What I saw when I returned home to view the pictures, was indeed an orb of white light on the brown solid wood door.  There was nothing there that my flash could have hit off of to create it!  I’ve researched orbs many times, this was indeed an orb and not a flash of light.

I told his mother, Ashley about what transpired, she said mom, do you notice how he looks beyond you, I and others when we hold him? 

Yes, always. I think he sees someone from beyond.  Do you?

She replied yes, I do mom.  It’s odd, but I think, because he’s just recently on this side ‘others’ maybe coax him or guide him from beyond. 

Maybe papa helps him. 

But papa wouldn’t scare him. 

True, papa never would scare little bits.  It seems ‘others’ must come through to new babies and parents etc. in tune, that notice what is. 

We agreed before he was born, to pay attention to what he says and does.  Little ones often have invisible friends, however many parents aren’t privy to the reality of what is, within that situation.  There’s just so much more to understand, thus by paying close attention we might gain a better understanding from our new little ones.

All that day and a few of the other set-up days, I felt a lady with short grey hair always on  my left side, at my shoulder.  I saw a small framed lady of perhaps 5′ or so.  She seemed to just hang around to view what I was up to.  I never felt afraid, just a peaceful calm exuded from her.

Two days after the sale, I informed the daughter of seeing this lady asking if in fact her mother was short.

Oh yes, she was 5’1″ in her heyday and 5′ at the end.  She did have short grey hair and was very kind.  The three of us kids never heard a harsh word from her mouth.  She never cursed or even raised her voice at us.

I felt it was your mother, but of course, I never saw a picture till the last day of the sale, via a male neighbor.  He too, said all the neighbors enjoyed her company and really liked her.  He added that he’d make sure she came to the yearly neighborhood parties, stating that she liked them as much as they liked her.  What a treat it is to know kind gentle people.

I’ll pay close attention to what Edmond says and does.  I wish he could have talked at that moment, to tell me what he saw.  At least now at 5.5 months he says da-da, so he’s beginning to talk.  He chitter-chatters all the time just before napping.  Who knows what we’ll learn from him, just by listening.

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WWII – Memories & Orbs

Last weekend I handled another wonderful estate sale.  Approximately 300 customers attended each of the two sale days.  The rooms filled with smiles, oohs and aahs as persons picked up this or that to purchase.  By 1 p.m. a kind gentle man of 88-years, who visits my sales often sat in a chair across from my checkout table.  His smile reminded me of my precious father, Victor, now gone.  Mr. Bob exudes the same vim, vigor and kindness my father had, which makes me feel my fathers presence.

Soon Bob began telling me stories of his time in the Navy during 1947-1948 in the Marshall Islands.  I jotted notes as his stories unfolded.  He spoke of  Kawajlein, Bikini Atoll, Likjep and other islands where nuclear weapon tests took place and how when one private in the same area spoke way too much and was escorted back to the US.  Bob sat silent, later learning the man who listened was there specifically to learn which men divulged info and who didn’t. He mentioned too, that many mornings his shoes were under water when the tide was up.  It was extremely interesting and caused me to reread part of The Ankle Express, a book I wrote about my father’s equally interesting Navy life.ANKLE EXPRESS BOOK COVER

My father’s Navy years from 1942-1944 as an armed guard aboard Merchant Marine carriers are shared in the book. His stories in the Solomon Islands, the European and Pacific theater’s, Australia and other ports of call are amazing! One of which included the Blitz while in Hull, England.  (Check out my Books page.)

Switching gears…..It’s amazing how life on the other side comes through.

When my father is with me, I see a gnat swirling around my face.  I know dad is there.  (Others, I’m told, see familiar signs specific to them and know a family member is with them too.) This day I saw the gnat only while Bob spoke of the Navy.  It made me mist up and wonder if others appreciate Bob’s stories as much as I do.  Bob was even amazed and thanked me for listening.  It was my pleasure without a doubt! I wonder too, how many diligently listened to my father’s stories perhaps as he cut their hair at his barber shop.  At any rate, his stories will never be forgotten, since I wrote his life history covering 385 pages.  He was so pleased one of his children took the time to interview him and completed the book before his last month on earth.  I salute you my precious father and Bob.  Keep those stories coming!

Also at this home….in a few pictures were many orbs!  In a conversation with the widower I told him of the photos and asked if his wife worked at that table, knowing she sewed.  One photo was of the large oval dining room table, which housed at least twenty orbs.   When this photo was taken I had no lights on nor were the window curtains open.  He paused looking at the table and somberly said, we had so many wonderful family dinners there with the kids and grand-kids.  Later LOTS OF ORBS ON TABLE he asked if I’d send he and his son the pictures via email.  Well, of course I said yes.

Later as I toured the slew of pictures I took for the sale, I saw orbs also over the twin beds in the basement.  A place where TWIN BEDS WITH ORBS!!!!!family often stayed when visiting, I was told.

I sent both pictures over.  The orbs are very visible and abound in both photos.

The son tells his father often, he sees things too, at his own home and will enjoy the pictures, stating how interesting it is to know his late wife and mother of his children was there.

So pay attention and tell your stories.  People really do want to hear or read them.

Who knows maybe one of your pictures shows a relatives orbs.

Check it out!

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The Eyes say it all!

A few weeks ago I moved back to my beautiful 8-year old home.  After testing out a condo and living with my youngest daughter (who by-the-way is to have my first grandchild!  I’m sooo pleased!) I decided to return to it.  We’ve tried to sell it, but the Universal energies knows `the when’ that will take place.

For now, I’m here!

Thus on January 14th, I decided after 3-weeks of sleeping on a small cot, I had enough of back aches!  I’d researched new mattress sets and went to The Bed Store once again where I’d purchased my previous well-liked set.

They had a special on the one I liked and I ordered it!  I expected them to deliver it the following week, however the powers-that-be knew better!  They delivered it the following day!

Ok, so why the title The Eyes say it all?  Well, while I sat at the counter for the final paperwork, I noted a 4-part picture of children.  The only person there was a man named Tim who sold me the set and stated that he’s been working alone for a while due to few good workers.

I asked if he had four children and added, I see the top two pictures are of the same girl but I feel you have four children.  He paused from the paperwork, looked up with a puzzled stare.  Well….Yes, I would have four live children….but my daughter Grace died last year at the age of nine from cancer.

I almost wished I hadn’t asked as I could tell it was hard for him to talk about it.  But I felt the girl’s eyes told me to.  It’s weird, but true.

He said its just been recently that he can talk about it and feels its good to do so.

The odd thing he thought was why did I ask if he had four children when clearly the pictures were of only three.

I said I just felt it from her eyes.

He then pulled out a photo of a baby boy four months old.  That boys eyes told me and I said this out loud, Oh, he will speak early!

Tim looked at me amazed and said, yes at two months he said momma.

I knew it!  That little boys eyes were so vivid I felt he came in to replace the sadness of his sisters passing.  Nothing ever replaces the loss of a child, but a new baby certainly keeps the mind full of other thoughts, thus in a way, aides with the parents loss.

I told Tim to pay attention to what he says because all the things I’ve read and learned about spirituality has taught me that the young ones are closest to where they just came from and can enlighten an observant parent.

I wish I’d known of this option when my babies were little.  I would have written down everything the little ones said from day to day.  Yes, I’ve written many things down as they grew but I didn’t have the knowledge of something more.

A few weeks back a new male acquaintance showed me a picture of his white 120-lb dog.  It’s eyes too spoke to me!  I knew my father’s eyes were talking to me through this dog.  Uncanny, yes, but I knew dad was coming back soon to the family.  Then I learned my girl was pregnant with a boy and is to name him Victor, my fathers name.  She and all my four babies were close to their papa!  Hmm this will be interesting!

I will pay attention!


When my father left his earthly life on August 20, 2012, I began chatting with him through meditative thought transference, typing questions to him and answers from him that transpired.  This information has turned into a book entitled Life After Life with Dad- soon to be published.  Here is an excerpt from it:

Dad: You see, honey there’s throngs of people already here. It’s amazing! I’ve seen my loved ones in this spirit life. They tell me I’m to encourage other spirits to enlist, yes enlist to go to earth as a physical being to see what that’s like. But you know honey; many don’t want to experience that.

Me: Really, why not?

Dad: It’s like this and I’m new at this so bare with me. You see it’s so wonderful here, so peaceful and on earth I had to work like the dickens to feed my family. But here there’s no physical food, just a peace and serenity that surrounds us. We take in a euphoric type of food that sustains and maintains the spirit. Physical people like you and my other babies have to have physical food to sustain life; here we just take it all in.

V: Oh, so many don’t want to become a physical being because it’s a great deal of work?

D: Exactly!

Me: Where’s here?

Dad: Honey, it’s just a different space. There’s no up here and down there. It’s just a being place. Yes, that’s it. A being place of knowledge. The energy is the knowledge that we all have but on earth are blocked because of all the vast array of people’s energies pulling each of us in many directions. Like the great masters throughout time. Those men and women are those that saw beyond what all or the masses see while on earth. They saw a different thought process, which enabled them to speak to the masses either on a platform like Patrick Henry or in a book of verse. No one person on earth that spoke on these platforms saw things as the masses did and do. They spoke to help the masses see beyond what is on earth. Earth is just a place to learn for the afterlife. It’s just an experience that spirits chose to enlist for. There’s a saying on earth that those enlightened ones say, we are not earthly beings having a spiritual experience but spirit beings having an earthly experience.

Me: I see, so those here on earth that seem to have some special knowledge and share with us, these ones I guess have carried over perhaps thoughts from the spirit life? Is that it?

Dad: Well, sort of. Few adults recall anything from here. But little ones always do, however they can’t speak it until they’ve been almost indoctrinated by their parents who were indoctrinated by their parents. These parents, all well and good try to teach the children what they know and what they were taught. Do you see why so many live their lives in one religion because that’s what they were taught?

Me: Yes, I see.

Dad: If only they would open their minds to hear just hear what others say, they would have a much better existence on earth.


Clearly there’s much more, but dad mentioned little ones, which I thought pertinent to this blog.

We must pay attention to what our little ones say when they first begin to chatter.

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Beyond Tommorrow

Saturday at midnight, channel 9 hosted a wonderful metaphysical movie.  Three elderly male spirits stayed in the ether’s, just above earth watching over a young unmarried couple in from the country – green to the ways of the city.

Overview of the movie: George Vale Melton (Harry Carey), Allan Chadwick (C. Aubrey Smith) and Michael O’Brien (Charles Winninger) are rich but lonely, so they invite a pair of strangers, schoolteacher Jean Lawrence (Jean Parker) and cowboy James Houston (Richard Carlson) to their house for dinner on Christmas Eve. Both James and Jean seem to hit it off, but the next day the three old men are killed in a plane crash. Now ghosts, the three work from the afterworld to make sure the young couple stays together.

What I found tremendously interesting, was how the writers think very similarly to me and other metaphysical persons of today. In that there are spiritual connections from those that passed from this life.

One spirit C. Aubrey Smith, was called to the light as his son, killed in WWl walked from the spiritual ether’s to him.  Oh, the thrill the father’s face reflected!  The son told his father that its so nice to finally come home where there’s never strife or turmoil.  The father asked what’s it like there?  The son said everyone gets their dream.  What do you want it to look like?  The father said I’d like to see the beautiful area around the fort that last day. Then you shall father.

This scene brought to mind conversations I’ve had with my father who passed August 20, 2012.  With closed eyes, I meditate to chat with my precious father while at the same time typing the conversation.  He’s told me that he’s with his mother who died when he was only five and his father who lived till dad was 35.  Dad was the youngest of nine.  Plus a host of other siblings and relatives.

These conversations allowed me to chat with my grandmother Fidella Gray as well.  Here’s an excerpt from a book now forming entitled Life After Life with Dad.  Chapter title Sunday, September 02, 2012, 12 noon  is: Angels among us!

V: So, what have you done since last we spoke?

Dad: I’ve sort of hung around with my father and mother, Debbie and oh Tessie and all my siblings are here too. It’s like the family reunions we had back on earth.

V: Do they sing songs there? Remember you stated your brother Elzie, Evert and the girls sang in harmony here. Do they do that there?

Dad: Honey there’s such a peace here that allows all kinds of songs. But yes, my siblings and I too sing songs whenever we want. Oh honey my mom, Fidella is here right now do you want to talk to her?

V: Oh my goodness, yes. Hi Grandmother. I’ve heard so much about you from dad. I want to know so much more.

F: Hello my granddaughter. I will call you Vickie okay?

V: Sure. I wish I’d met you at least once.

F: But you have. I’ve been there often when you needed help. (This is choking me up.)

V: Like what times?

F: When you and Debbie were in your car, when the brakes failed you. Remember?

V: Oh yes. I felt an Angel grab the steering wheel at the precise moment and turned it into a huge pile of rocks so Debbie and I didn’t go off the embankment. Was that you?

F: Yes, dear it was. You had so much more to do in that life. That was the only place available that I saw wouldn’t hurt the two of you and allow you to walk home to your dad.

V: Yes, I recall. When I told dad the steering wheel was jerked from my hands, he immediately said it had to be the Angels watching out for my babies. And so it was you?

F: Yes, and when you were shocked before that while doing dishes at age 14. Your hands wet with water, you turned the metal upright floor fan to move the air straight on to you as it was a very hot August day. Plus you placed your right hand on a metal drawer handle to place silverware in the drawer. I was there. Your mother came running from the bathtub with only a towel to cover her and tripped on the fan cord, which stopped the current from shocking you.

V: Oh my. I had no idea an Angel was involved. You now I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to help me and yet in the yelling I felt I was whispering like a very soft crying out. However the neighbor lady heard my yelling and her house is at least one hundred yards or more away from our kitchen.

F: I hurried your mother to quickly dry off and run into the cord thus causing it to unplug. Both of you could have been shocked had the cord not unplugged.

V: Oh yes, I’ve gone over that endless times since. How miraculous it was for that to happen. But you know what grandmother?

F: What dear?

V: Ever since that moment in time, I’ve felt a connection to something beyond the earthly realm. But I held back when I thought someone was about to say something that I already knew what they were to say, I held back from stating it and they blurted out what I thought. To me it was the beginning of noting my intuitive side.

F: Yes, dear often it’s a trauma like that which enables the ability to intuit.

V: Were you the angel that came when I fell on the ice about ten years ago?

F: No, honey that was your grandfather. I was tending to something else here.

V: Grandfather?

F: Yes, it was your grandfather Theodore.

V: Is he there for me to ask a question?

F: Yes, dear.

T: Hello. It’s been a long time since we met. You were only seven when I left that life. Yes, it was me that came to you that day when you fell during ice skating.

V:   Grandfather, I’m so pleased to know this. When I fell, immediately a man in a tan suede leather jacket and jeans came over to me. Immediately, and I mean immediately he reached with his right hand from my left side to the back of my head and said No she’s not bleeding. His hand felt like an Angel and a doctor at the same time. Really it did. I felt like I was healed all at one moment. That fall was so loud that all stopped skating. Another man came to my right, a young man, asking me if he could help me off the ice. I stayed a bit as others quickly surrounded me. But that one man to my left disappeared when all those people came to my aide. Of course my daughter came over to help me. That fall was odd in that when I fell, I fell onto my rear but also my head fell back and hit the ice with a crack. I thought I split my head open. And yet nothing, no headache just stunned. When I stood with the help of the young man and Ashley I looked around for the man in the tan leather jacket, but couldn’t see him. I told my daughter please find that man. I need to thank him. He was an Angel I felt and here it was my grandfather.

T: Yes, dear you looked at every person as they left the rink. But I knew there was no need to stay. You were okay.

V: But I was sitting at the only door where people left and I watched the restroom doors too. No one fit that description. It was odd because I knew that man helped me. I even went back into the rink area and all were off the ice when the session ended. I asked the people working was there another way out and I was told  there wasn’t  only the door I was sitting near with ice on my head.

I knew then and there it wasn’t my imagination, but an Angel that came to my rescue. And all along it was my precious grandfather Theodore.

T: I was glad to help. You have much more to accomplish in this earthly life.

V: Like what?

T: Like the book you’re writing right now.

V: Is it to be a book. Really?

You see why this movie brought back memories of my father and the many telepathic conversations I’ve had with him and relatives too.

Metaphysics is defined in various ways of which this one fits my definition of it.

noun: metaphysics
  1. the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space.

I love so many things about this life!  Especially since I left the strict confines of a religious upbringing to a mind full of wonder, eager to grasp all that’s available while here.

I’ll keep paying attention to what is beyond tomorrow.  Will you?

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Are they Orbs or merely reflective circles?

I entered a plain 2-story red-brick building dubbed a church by it’s pastor of forty years and felt the calm that ensued inside.  While he showed me each floor including the basement I felt a calm feeling knowing that many stories were held within these walls.  Especially upon viewing the small 6′ X 8′ cement baptismal pool that stepped perhaps four feet underground.  It was painted a sea blue.

I envisioned many walking down the few steps into the pool of water, nervous perhaps but happy that they decided it was time for their baptism representing their closeness to their god.

I’d been invited to handle an estate sale of the pews, clergy chairs, bibles, baby grand piano, drums, mics etc.  As I walked about the first floor, I envisioned the choir  that rocked the walls with their spiritual songs, clapping, stomping their feet and vast smiles abounding.  The photo below shows orbs where these hallowed walls once rocked with songs of praise.

After viewing my photos, I decided to ask the pastor if some in the choir had since passed.  ‘Oh, yes, we’ve had many come and go.’  I didn’t ask names since I wasn’t there for an interviOLIVE STREET ORBS ABOVE THE CHOIR AND PIANOew.  I just nodded in sync with my thoughts and feelings.

I wanted to know what others thought about Orbs online and did a bit of research.  Thus I’ve added information from two of the many sites that interested me.

Wikepedia states many claim an orb in a photo is merely a flash from a near-camera reflection.

Then on a site entitled Loveto know.ghost/colors they state this about – White or Silver Orbs: Spiritually, white or silver is associated with spirituality and connection with a higher source. Some investigators believe orbs that are either white or silver in appearance are an indication that a spirit is trapped on this plane. It may also be a sign that the spirit is there to offer protection to the people in the area. White energy is typically perceived as highly positive in nature.

Blue Orbs: Blue is spiritually associated with psychic energy and truth. It is a very calming color, and many people associate it with spiritual guidance. Some people feel blue orbs are are sign of a calming presence or energy, while others feel they indicate the presence of a spirit guide in that location.

As you can see, my pictures have white and blue orbs.  I for one have come to believe that there is some sort of spiritual energy when my camera picks up an orb.  This photo TONS OF ORBS IN SECOND FLOOR WHERE TRANSIENTS STAYEDwas taken without a flash midday.  There were no shinny objects nearby for my camera to reflect off of, especially with no flash used.

The photo below was taken just a few minutes after.  MANY ORBS ON SECOND FLOOR ABOVE WORKERSThere was no glare from the window plus there were wood items causing no reflection as well.  Many orbs abounded in both of these photos.

November, 2015 my crew and I were on the second floor of a St. Louis city church.  A church started by a kind gentle man, now near eighty, who forty years prior had a dream to help others.  Thus he began this church.  In the late 1990’s, for five years he opened this second floor for homeless men.  He gathered fourteen twin sized beds of which twelve were always full.  Here he housed, fed and encouraged all to obtain jobs and attend meetings that could and would help some to full recovery.

When I saw these orbs, I asked him too, if any that he sheltered died during those years.  Sadly, he said “yes, I couldn’t help them all.”

I knew from these pictures that these orbs, to me, symbolized those that passed and held a connection to this once safe haven.  I also felt that they watched over all that entered this special meeting place on the floor below where many church pews, bibles  used to reside and a host of members that attended the services.  I felt these entities might possibly wonder where they should go next since the church is now closed.  I wanted to take time to tell them to go into the light or at least to release their connection to this place as it would be torn down next year.  But in my haste to handle the estate sale, I failed to take time to help them move on.

So instead of feeling poorly about not helping them move on, I decided to take with me the feeling that all is well.  To me they are a spiritual light and carry with them the kindness’s that this kind gentle man bestowed upon them while there.

I love estate sales for many reasons, but the best of the best is when I see a presence and in this case the orbs in the photos that encouraged me to ask more questions of what took place in this humble church.

I think and feel I have a duty to pay attention to my feelings and in this case the orbed photos.  By so doing, I may help some move into the transition of letting go of the physical gaining stories along the way.  Just like I do via estate sales, for those left behind when a relative or friend passes from their physical existence.

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Seeing an Entity

Off and on within this career, I’ve seen and or felt a presence at various estates.

One such time soon after arriving at a house just outside the hub of St. Louis city, it happened again!

I instructed some of my crew to work in the basement and another lady to work with me in the shotgun side of a 2-bedroom home.  This estate was packed to the gills!  This meant we had to stay focused in one area, pulling out all items within a room as usual, but this one had so much that it took extra days to finish.

After about two hours we pulled out and set up all items in the the living room where the entrance door was. Subsequently, we moved to the adjoining dining room.  Again we took all items from the very full china cabinet, buffet, side shelves and table tops to neatly begin setting up items on the dining room table and a table I carried in.

Just about the time all items were out and the setting up began, I felt a presence, looked over my right shoulder and turned around to see a dark whoosh at the entry door!  I saw a male figure wearing a red and black plaid shirt that quickly darted into the home and vanished just as quickly!

I turned to my co-worker and exclaimed what I saw.  She calmly said, again?

Yes, again!  This time the entity was certainly male wearing a red and black plaid shirt.  It kind of looked like a loggers shirt made of flannel and then he disappeared.

She went on about her work, not fazed by my vision because it’s happened quite a few times over the almost 26-years in this business.

I knew in my heart he was worried about his wife.  He left this life the year before, which the estate lawyer handling the estate informed me.  And the lawyer added that the wife was in a retirement/assisted living establishment and was doing okay.

This too is an important element of this true story, that we only handled the three rooms that first day, when inside, on the left side of this house.  The living room, the dining room and a back bedroom.  In these three rooms I noted several family photos perched on shelves and on the walls of a man and woman in business attire.  No plaid shirts were visible in any photo.  But I knew this entity was certainly the late husband.

The basement was so full that the worker downstairs pulled out some of the items on one side as well.  We generally work from 10 a.m. till 4 p.m., which is what we did this Tuesday.

When I went home that evening, I knew I had to talk to this entity the following day and devised what I’d say to him.

The next day, Wednesday, my crew and I entered the house once more to continue with the setup.  I directed the workers to various rooms and or the basement and went back into the living room for the one-sided chat.

I stood at the entrance where he came through the day before.  I noted a slight coolness in the air, was he there?  I believed so.

Sir, I saw you here yesterday and I felt you’re worried about your wife.  I’ve handled numerous sales over the years and will make sure your contents bring as much as possible to help your wife.  I learned she is in a retirement/assisted home and is well taken care of.  Yes, I know she misses you as much as you miss her.  And I feel you’ll be reunited soon.

With that statement the temperature raised and I felt he almost nodded a thank you as his energy left.

It was divine, to say the least!

Now what happened next clinched the deal that it was in fact the husband.  I sent the lady worker to the kitchen at the back of the right side of the home to work and I entered the front bedroom.  Here I began pulling many beautiful quilts from the trunk to set them up on the now cleaned off mattress (a staging point).  After which I went to the closet, opened the door to find…..a closet full of plaid shirts!

I kid you not!  There were thirty or forty plaid shirts in that small closet!  I searched for one like I saw and found many red and black plaid shirts and one was actually made of flannel!

Yes indeed, that entity was the husband!