Around this time, I was fortunate enough to be introduced to two of my spirit guides.
Since then, my connection with the spirit world and “spirit” (meaning The White Light, The Great Spirit, God, spirit guides and guardians) has strengthened.
What I experienced at this point felt overwhelming at times, but I did my best to keep up. I feel like I will never stop learning – and not just in this lifetime either.
Before I tell you about what happened next, and without going into too much unnecessary details, I would like to quickly introduce my guides, which I’m sure you’ll be hearing about from time to time. They are fast, strong communicators and help me understand a lot that confuses me.
Arthur is a Guide to both my daughter and myself. He first made his presence known in Chapter 7. I didn’t know who he was at the time, though. My daughter has seen him a few times and says he’s dressed in jeans, boots, a vest, and a cowboy hat. He is a protective, grounding, strengthening guide with a good sense of humor and a kind heart – sort of grandfatherly. His spirit animal is the bee, and he’s been using this cute little insect to send me messages for years. He even sends grumpy bees after people in my life whom he doesn’t like.
Yona is a Cherokee woman who came into my life eighteen years ago, around the time I had the vision about the earthquake. She came to be my Teacher Guide and has been with me every step of the way on my spiritual journey.
She is incredibly kind, sweet, and patient. Yona’s spirit animal is the butterfly. It appears in various forms, highlighting spiritual path moments. Yona doesn’t answer as many of my questions as Arthur does, but when she does, it’s fast and powerful. She tries to get me to stop and just feel because half of the time, I know the answer inside of me already.
Now, back to the story.
Kiani and I were sitting on my bed, playing on our phones, when my TV, which sits across the room, suddenly logged out of Netflix and into my mother’s YouTube channel (I don’t know the password, nor have I ever logged onto her account).
Kiani and I looked at each other in surprise then turned our heads back to the TV. It wasn’t done, either. From YouTube, it then started playing a video on health and wellness, then switched after a few seconds to a video playing Christian gospel music.
Kiani and I jumped up and walked over to the TV.
“What in the world?” I said. I was dumbfounded.
“How is that even possible?” Kiani asked me.
“I have no idea. The remote is sitting right there too,” I told her, gesturing at the coffee table. “No one has touched it. Quick,” I said, “run downstairs and see what’s on Grandma’s TV. Maybe hers is affecting ours somehow.”
Kiani took off downstairs, and the TV paused itself before she reached the ground floor.
I stared, open-mouthed, at it for a couple seconds, then walked to the top of the stairs.
Kiani’s voice sounded from below. “IT’S NOT ON!” she shouted.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” I shouted back.
I headed partway down the stairs and peered over the railing at my mom’s black TV screen, then at my mom, who sat quietly reading a book in her favorite living room chair.
Kiani came back up and sat on the bed, and I grabbed my Ovilus.
At this point, I had no doubt the TV had been manipulated by a spirit, so I decided to try talking to it.
I turned the Ovilus on and set it on the coffee table in front of the TV. “Hello, spirit,” I said. “I know you don’t mean any harm. You’re welcome to rest here a while, if you like.”
Instantly, the Ovilus piped up with, “Thank.”
“Wow! You’re welcome,” I replied. “I would like to request that you stop messing with my TV, though,” I added. “It’s a little freaky.”
In quick response to this, the TV went black.
I tried using my tarot cards to get more information from her but couldn’t, partly because I tried using a different method than my usual.
A name did come up on the Ovilus, though.
I made note of it and couldn’t help but notice that this was probably around the eighth time that name had appeared on the device since I’d gotten it a few months before.
The next night, while Kiani was visiting her dad, I had a couple friends over to play card games. One was Eve, the spirit medium, and the other was a guy named Gus. He’s a kind, gentle soul who loves to laugh and talk deeply on a variety of subjects.
We had just finished dinner and were talking at my kitchen table when Eve turned her head toward the living room and said, “I feel like someone is here.”
Then, later, “Wow, they are not going away, either. Whoever it is really wants to talk.”
I set about turning on a couple of my spirit communication devices, and Eve tried talking to the spirit using a couple different decks of cards before requesting her go-to method, the pendulum. I quickly fetched one for her.
Eve then held one hand out, palm-up, with the pendulum above it, held in the other hand.
“Okay, let’s try this,” she said. “If there is a spirit here who would like to talk to us, you can use this. Make it move in a circle for yes and back and forth for no. Is there a spirit here?”
“Do you need help?”
“Were you the spirit who used my TV last night?” I asked.
“Is your name Alice?”
I remembered the gospel music the spirit put on the TV.
“Are you a Christian?”
Eve took a deep breath and steadied the pendulum. “Wow, she is so anxious!” Then, to the spirit, “Easy. Slow down. We’re here. We’re listening.”
Throughout all this, my K2 meter (EMF detector), which sat on the end of the table, near Eve, kept spiking up into the red zone.
“What bought you here?” She paused, then said, “She’s showing me her church group.”
(We initially thought Alice was a friend of my mom’s from California, who had passed away three days prior. Afterward, having connected a few dots and spoken to my guides, we knew it wasn’t her. This Alice had been around my home for months trying to get help.)
“Is there something we can do for you?” Eve asked.
“I feel like it’s a man…husband…is it your husband?”
“She wants us to get a message to her husband,” Eve said.
At this point, the most incredible and bizarre thing happened me.
Being an empath, it makes perfect sense now, but it shocked me at the time.
I felt Alice’s tremendous relief at finally being heard and understand. It shot through my heart like an arrow, and I started sobbing.
“This isn’t me!” I managed to get out before my hands covered my face. I gave into the sensation and just sobbed for a little while.
Then, just as suddenly as it hit me, it pulled back and vanished.
“We don’t know who her husband is. How are we supposed to help her?” I asked.
Eve and Gus could only shake their heads sadly.
A moment of inspiration hit me.
“How about we pray for you and your husband, Alice? Would that work?”
I looked at Eve and Gus. They nodded encouragingly.
(Eve told me later that when I started praying, she felt Alice reach out and take hold of her hand. She said she will never forget that feeling.)
“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “Alice is here with us, and she’s suffering. She is worried about her husband. I ask that you be with her. Put your hands on her, and send her guardian angel to be by her side. And Father, please send her husband’s guardian angel to be with him. Comfort him, and help him to know how much Alice loves him. Help him through the loss of his wife. I also ask that when Alice is ready, that you send her angel to gently wrap his wings around her and guide her into the light, where she can be with you in Heaven. All this, I ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.”
I barely got out the last sentence because again, the emotional arrow hit me, and I cried harder this time. I cried Alice’s tears of tremendous gratitude and relief.
I can go now. Oh, thank you! I felt her say.
Then she pulled back and was gone.
At this point, my spirit guide, Arthur, who had accompanied Yona to be with us during the session, made the K2 meter light up. His voice, edged in humor, broke the silence in Eve’s head.
“He wants to know if we’re playing cards or just going to sit here.”
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