I had written this in my journal for myself during Covid and recently discovered it and thought worth sharing. I was given permission by a friend to post this beautiful message from their loved one on the other side.
It’s late Sunday night, I gave an unplanned reading via text to a dear friend who was about to undergo major surgery the next morning. It's scary for anyone who has to be hospitalized under "normal" circumstances, but with all the restrictions right now, how scary it must feel for anyone knowing that their family can't physically be there to bring comfort or visit them in the hospital.
My intent was me attempting to be my dorky and uncomfortable self, trying to figure out what stupid animated meme I could send them to make them laugh and keep their mind off things. But shortly into it, they shared with me that they smelled an uncle's cologne around them who had passed away many years ago and thought it was very odd. Well, boom, that's all it took. In comes the spirit and the energy of their uncle, fast and fierce—and the details about his life couldn't be typed fast enough. I have to admit it was so much more meaningful and funnier than anything I could have come up with on my own attempts to ease the night (thank you, spirit!!!), and then the uncle shared that he would be in the operating room with them every step of the way. It was wonderfully confirming, and I hoped it helped even for just that moment to take off the edge. "Little did I know that there was going to be more to come." The one thing I couldn't get out of my mind or interpret from the spirit during the reading via text was that the uncle kept repeatedly showing me a vision of a clock that didn't work and asked to share it as a sign that he was, in fact, there with them. It seemed so important, repeated over and over again to me, but the dots weren't connecting, and it didn't resonate, so we just let it go and moved on.
Early last night, I received a "facetime call" only hours after their surgery—the surgery went well, by the way. Half out of it but so excited to share with me and worried that they were going to forget what they "saw" (they won't). While they were under anesthesia, my friend had an experience! Is this not exciting?? I know! Skimming the details—They said they met their uncle (surprised? uhm, no!!) and together they walked down a series of roads near golden wheat fields, and they just talked and talked for what felt like hours. My friend began to describe how real it felt and that they knew the whole time that their uncle was there throughout the entire surgery. They shared with me while tears were running down their face. It was beyond beautiful to witness. And, right before we hung up, my friend randomly looked off in the distance and oddly panned the phone screen to show me the hospital room and casually focused on the clock on the wall, which was 'stopped and several hours off, not working!' They couldn't stop talking about how odd it was for an intensive care unit that the clock wouldn't be working. Then we both recalled the conversation from the night before and simultaneously gasped, started to laugh, and both yelled, 'OMG—your uncle!!!' The dots connect!!!"
We were both a soggy mess. When something like this occurs, I am reminded with great humility what a gift this truly is to be a Medium. Believe or not believe, but for me and experiences like this for others, it demonstrates in so many ways that our souls truly are infinite, that there is something so much greater than us, and that we're never ever alone. ❤️
