Sometimes, a spirit is unable to move on because of guilt and worry over their remaining loved ones. Wandering amid a sea of people, some will notice something unusual, like a light in the distance. When they realize it’s coming from a human, many feel drawn to approach this human.
One sweet, female spirit found herself drawn to my daughter’s light and started spending a lot of time in our house.
For about six weeks, Kiani had seen a woman with shoulder-length, dark brown hair. She appeared in solid form, like a regular person, and mostly when my mother (who lives downstairs) was listening to gospel music and recorded sermons from some of her favorite pastors.
When Kiani went downstairs to talk to her Grandma, she would see the woman standing nearby or walking to and from the room.
Once, Kiani heard the woman say in a warm, friendly voice, “Well, good morning to you!”
“I don’t know who that lady is,” Kiani said to me one day, “but she sure is nice!”
Now, as I mentioned in the last chapter, my mom doesn’t know about Kiani’s gifts and we don’t bother her with them. But I often wonder if it truly was my daughter’s light or something about my mother that drew her.
If it was Kiani, then the lady visitor found the most comfort in my mother’s company.
One morning, my mom surprised me by asking if myself or the kids had come into her bedroom and bathroom around three a.m.
“No,” I told her. “We were all asleep. We occasionally get up, but it’s only to use our own bathrooms. No reason to come into yours.”
“Hmm,” she said. “That’s so strange. I woke up because I heard my bedroom door open. Then I heard someone walk across the floor and into my bathroom. I thought it must be you or the kids, so I went back to sleep.”
I told her that was, indeed, strange, and she finally shrugged and said it must have been a dream.
It wasn’t long after this that Kiani saw the lady upstairs, and I decided on a whim to try to contact her. We both felt that she needed help in some way.
I asked The Great Spirit and my Guardian Spirit, Feyla, to help me. Then I picked up my tarot deck. I had never tried using my deck to communicate with the spirit world before, other than with The Great Spirit directly, but it was worth a shot.
I called out to the lady, asking her to come closer. I told her that we meant her no harm and wanted to speak with her for a little while.
She didn’t appear, but I felt her energy as she approached.
(This was a wonderous time for me. Thanks to my daughter, I was learning not just about her psychic gifts but a bit about my own as well. I began to pay attention to the energy around me and to my feelings of being watched, which I’d always just assumed was some weird paranoia of mine.)
“These are tarot cards,” I told the woman.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and I hope that by using them, I’ll be able to hear you in a way.”
My empath ability and Kiani’s strong energy made a great team.
I started laying out cards, some in general and some specific. The first feeling I got from her was that she didn’t like my tarot cards. She felt they were bad and something I shouldn’t be using.
She felt hesitant to talk to me in this way, but she also wanted to be heard, so she stayed by me, cautious but listening.
Interesting, I thought.
Next, I asked her who she was. I pulled a card and words came to me.
Mother of four children.
I said this out loud and then asked her name. She didn’t reply, but I kept getting the impression that she didn’t want me to know her name. Then she gave me a name (Tonya), which confused me because I knew it wasn’t hers.
I let it go. “Why do you hang out downstairs so much?”
Christian. Comforting.
So, she was Christian. She found comfort in my mom’s activities.
“How did you die?”
Car accident.
I asked her why she was still here.
Worried about my kids.
Then…
Guilt.
I felt that her kids were alive and that they were mourning her terribly. Their suffering broke her heart. She blamed herself for the accident and the suffering it caused.
No wonder she wasn’t moving on.
I followed my gut and told her I felt, without a doubt, that her family loves her. I said that car accidents happen even to the best of drivers and that it wasn’t her fault. I told her that her family is sad, but they will be okay, and that God will watch over her family so that she needn’t worry about them.
Then I told her that when she was ready, all she had to do was follow the my wolf and that my guardian spirit would lead her to where she needs to go.
My daughter never saw her again after that.
But the next day, I found out something amazing.
On another whim, I checked the internet, looking for articles about a mother of four that had died in a car accident, close to our city, around the same time Kiani started seeing her.
There were only two, but one was a blonde lady and didn’t fit the time close enough.
The other one lead to an article and an obituary. The woman in the photos had lived in a town only a half-hour from us. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair and had died a few days before Kiani first saw her. Three of her children had been with her when it happened. They had all been rushed to the hospital. Her kids had suffered only minor injuries, but the mother had died at the hospital.
The article said that she had been a popular and well-loved hair stylist. She had been Christian and known for her warm personality, her passion for her family, and dedication to her clients.
I showed the photos to Kiani.
“That’s her!” she said.
Wow.
I stared wonderingly at the photo for a bit longer, then my eyes moved up to the top of the page.
The article had been written by a woman named…
Tonya.
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