The Spirit of Andrew Marcos Offers Birthday Wishes and a Blue Box

The Mediums I know; love and trust are very clear in conversation with potential clients––Mediumship is not a ‘dial up’ service. For a good number of valid reasons (I’ll go into another time) Mediums know there is no guarantee Aunt Betty will appear just because we call for her.

There is, however, the occasional spirit who seems to be ready to converse at any time, as is the case for me with the lovely spirit of Andrew Marcos. In fact, Andrew has been hanging around with me this week, encouraging me to share his most recent visit with all of you. I’m laughing about it today as it occurs to me perhaps the rule applies equally from a spirit’s point of view. Andrew is nudging me but has no way to guarantee I will comply until the moment I say yes!

Ha ha.

Tonight, Andrew is very pleased to see me writing his story.

How do I know it is Andrew, you might ask? There are multiple layers to the answer.

Initially, I feel a rise in vibration or energy within myself similar to the sensation one may have when intensely excited about a glorious surprise about to unfold. I get the impression there is someone in the room with me which makes me want to cock my head and look around (in this case, look around in the unseen as opposed to a physical room I am in). Because of the overwhelming sense of bliss, I feel a longing to open my heart to the highest good and invite in the presence of the one wishing to connect.

I am enveloped with a sense of joyful anticipation, of illation and of silliness when Andrew visits. He has a wonderful sense of humour. These are all clues but truthfully the energy could represent any spirit at this point. How then do I know who is here? I have to simply say, a powerful sense of knowing fills my heart to overflowing. I know this is Andrew. There is no doubt. Because of this, I am not surprised to ‘hear’ him speak, when he does. Spirits use a means of telepathy. I receive his words in my mind as though hearing them in the room.

Oh yes, … and I see him. 

Here is the story Andrew asks me to relay.

Andrew’s Mom’s name is Toni. It is her birthday, on this day, and Andrew has come to share the day with her. He begins his message to his Mom by whispering,

     Until we meet again

          I’d like to remind you

               I am always with you

         Like that red rose

               Held in your loving hands

                    As a gift to Grandma (maternal)

I see Toni standing at a table. In front of her is a large curvy glass vase. I see Toni pick up a red rose, and as she does, Andrew appears beside her. I see him reach out and arrange the flowers with her, hands almost touching. He says to his Mom,

Did you not imagine

     My hands were there, too?

          We two,

               Gave the gift together

Andrew pretends to prick his finger on the rose. He gently pulls his hand away, looks at his mom and laughs. How can a spirit prick his finger? Toni looks in his direction, smiles, daydreams as she looks out the window, lost in her own thoughts.

 I pricked my finger

     Then laughed

Why do you think things

     Like careless pokes by rose thorns would change?

          I think you heard my laughing

               You turned my way

                    And smiled

There was sun streaming through the window…

     It shone right through the glass vase

          To light up the water

               Sparkled,

                    Like a kiss from me to you

                              Did you feel it?

I made a promise

     And I kept it

               I am always with you

Blessings to you,

     Mom,

          On your special day

It’s still special for me

     Special

          Just like every day

                I celebrate you every day

Let’s be one with each other

     Today especially

          Look for me in the clouds

               A sign will come

                    You will know me there

                         As always,

                              Your Boy

Andrew is genius at relaying irrefutable evidence of his presence in his family’s life. I am not privy to all that goes on. Toni lives on the other side of the continent than I do. We connect through social media and choose not to be ‘friends’ for this reason; I learn of things through Andrew. Because of this, I am never sure anything Andrew tells me is truth until Mom confirms it. With regards to Andrew’s message, Toni tells me this:

1. Toni recently brought flowers to Andrew’s Grandma (her mother).
2. Initially she says the flowers were not roses, then recalls a single red rose was in the vase she used. Toni took the rose out, then replaced it when she finished arranging the flowers
3. The rose was plastic Is this why Andrew laughed about pricking his fingers?
4. Toni places the flowers in a large curvy glass vase
5. The vase is placed in a sunny window––always the way things are done for Grandma.
6. Andrew always touched the flowers in their garden, including roses, as a young boy. He indicated to me, pricking his finger on thorns was part of a known history between them.
7. Toni was recently given roses herself, and when they were done, removed them from the vase and pricked her finger!
8. Toni has always referred to Andrew as, ‘My Boy’ even when he became a young man.

At this moment, Andrew appears to ‘sign off’, as though dictating a letter to his mom. I question in my mind if he has shared enough to help Toni know he has spent time near them recently. As though in response,  Andrew says, “PS”.

I am not kidding!! “PS!” Here’s what he said,

PS Mom?

     Can you give Dad a hug for me, today?

          He’s especially sad today, but I don’t know why?

Instantly I stand at the top of a driveway as though in a photograph Toni sent months ago. I look at Drew (Andrew’s father) where he stands next to a car. In my current vision I see the same brilliant light depicted in the photograph, a light that illuminates the side and underneath the car. With regards to the photo, Toni determined the light was the spirit of Andrew appearing to prove he continues to help his dad work on the car. Andrew is encouraging me to make a connection. I write:

  Is Drew’s sadness something about a car?

          Is Drew struggling with a memory about a car?

Knowing his thoughts are now on paper Andrew steps back. In his stead comes a joyful encouragement to begin my conversation with Mom immediately. I thank Andrew, for his message––

      Thank you

…and send a message to Toni in which she confirms the red rose for Grandma.

With regards to Andrew’s Dad, would you believe this morning Andrew’s father, Drew, expressed great sadness at preparing Andrew’s truck to sell. He wondered; Would Andrew be upset? I understand in this moment, it isn’t that Andrew doesn’t know what his father is sad about, he just doesn’t understand why.

Andrew is tickled pink; his Mom understands he is truly here in this moment speaking to her. His heart fills with light and he steps forward again to continue.

Andrew holds a blue box at his heart wrapped up in his now adult hand, indicating a heart connection between himself, the box and his dad. “The box is metal,” I say.

“When he was little, Andrew made his dad a blue metal box for Father’s Day. I think to hold pens in,” mom explains.

Andrew compares the blue box to the truck, pointing out they are both metal, both kind of box shaped, and both something that connects Andrew’s heart to his Dad’s heart. His dad might feel better to imagine the box as a symbol of the truck. Dad need not feel he has to keep such a big truck, when he has the blue box, a much better size, to hold in its place. Andrew suggests, tucked in a drawer or not, the truth is Andrew and Dad are one in spirit. The truck, the box are symbols, but material things are of lesser importance by far, than the solid love they have between them.

To conclude this visit today, Andrew intertwines his fingers, tucks them inside his palms, kisses his fingers, then looks toward his mom. Does she understand this gesture? Yes, she does.

“I can think of when he was little and hated to leave me to go to school. I would kiss his fingers and tuck them in his hands so that if he misses me at school, he has my kiss. The Kissing Hand (a book we always read).

Andrew smiles. “You nailed it, Mom.”

“He’s giving me kisses to tuck away for when I need him. Do you agree?” Toni asks. I couldn’t agree more.

What a gift to have Andrew’s visit on her Birthday. Andrew gives his Mom kisses to tuck away for another day. Drew is relieved to have Andrew’s encouragement to let go of his attachment to Andrew’s truck. This extraordinary family continue their loving relationship with their beloved son in spirit, while I feel blessed to be a conduit.

Cheers to you, Lovely Andrew! Another stunning communication fulfilled from life after life.

With love to you for your sharing,
Catherine ~

 

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