AFTERLIFE / SPIRITS / MYSTICISM / MEDIUMSHIP / EVIDENCE
“There was something I forgot to say before I left.”
Butterflies flutter within. I turn my head like a robin to listen. A sense of spaciousness grows around my heart. Just now, I read: “I am missing my boy today. It has been 6 months since his passing.” Could the apparition in my field be this Mother’s son?
I open my journal and describe what I see: a young man, solid chest, short hair, a round face. “I am here. My name is…” he says. The letter ‘J’ comes to mind. “There was something I forgot to say when I left. Will you take the time to listen?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I listen with a loving heart.”
“I’d like to tell you that the yellow box beside my bed has a message for my Mom. It was something I saved. Something I kept that she gave to me, which I treasured, but she didn’t know. It was something she gave me when I was small. I kept it in my pocket after she left to remind me of the love she had for me. It was a sign, a symbol of our connection I knew as deep and heartfelt. When I got older, I put it in that box and kept it by my bed. Right through high school and university, I’d take it out and touch it.”
In a vision, I stand at the end of a bed, looking toward the headboard. On the left-hand side on the floor, I see a painted yellow box. The young man appears and sits on his bed. He reaches down, picks up the box, opens the lid, and takes something out. I strain to see, but it is small and fits within his hands. Resting his arms on his knees, he looks at it in tenderness.
“You won’t know this, Mom, because I never took the chance to tell you. I never forgot your kindness to me. Your patience. Your soft looks. Your laughter. Your humour. You always knew what I needed without me having to ask. It was like that between us — Mother and son.
“Can you tell her something for me?” He asks. “I chose to leave this world, but it wasn’t her fault. I carry the love she gave me always. It came with me as I crossed to the other side. It’s with me, all the love she shared. Love transcends all barriers,” he explains. “I feel as close to her here as I ever did. It wasn’t about any lacking on her part. Please let her know. My name is Jason Drew. Andrew. And I love my Mom.
“Please let her know we’ll talk about what happened later, just as we always did. What’s important is that she knows deeply and completely that she is loved beyond measure by her son. That’s me. Please let her know I love her so. I love you, Mom.
“Letting go doesn’t mean I’ll leave you,” he whispers. “It’s about letting go of pain so a joyful reunion can grow. Let me go so you can feel me near you. The grief that fills you takes more room than is fair.
“Feel my hand at your heart, like the picture you have of me as a baby. That’s where you’ll find me, every waking moment and into the night. I’m right there always, without end. Amen to that, hey, Mom? Amen to that!”
Deciding what to do next is not easy. Toni isn’t asking for a Mediumship reading; she doesn’t know I exist! Yet, I know this spirit is Toni’s son…
Besides a conflict about the ‘J’ name, one thing strikes me as odd. He said, ‘after she left,’ but my intuition is very clear. Toni did not leave her family. What did he mean by ‘after she left’? I step back, then, knowing what to do. “Spirit?” I whisper. “When the time is right, please give me a sign,” then close my journal and let go.
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It is seven pm on Wednesday, a time I share animal spirit connections with the world. A peaceful energy surrounds me. Love abounds.
Someone named Toni Marcos types her name as permission for me to listen for her. Breathing softly, the vision of an Eagle unfolds. “Eagle flies high for you tonight, Toni! Does this make sense to you?”
“Yes,” she responds. “My son passed a year ago. His girlfriend had an Eagle Jeep. After he passed, she wrote a message on his truck window, ‘Fly high.’ The eagle flies high!” she writes.
In the morning, Toni sends a message. “I dreamt about my son last night. He called me over, hugged me so tight and said, ‘I love you, Mommy.’ I said, ‘I love you, Andrew. I’m so sorry for what happened to you.’ He whispered, ‘Shh, it’s alright. I’m ok.’ He had a beautiful smile. I felt reassured that he is ok.”
My heart skips a beat; my breath quickens. It suddenly occurs; we have met before. Toni is the mom of the boy who came last year! Eagle is the sign I prayed for! His name isn’t Jason; it’s Andrew! Slowly, with care, I tease out the clues Andrew left. “Did Andrew go to university?” I ask. “Did you ever call him Drew?”
“His Dad is called Drew. Andrew was in his first year of college.”
“Did Andrew have a box to keep things in that he kept beside his bed?” I ask. “Did you find a few ‘special’ things inside it when tidying after he passed? Please forgive me if these questions are too painful.” I hold my breath and wait for her answer.
“Yes, he did. A ‘treasure’ box,” she says
“Was it yellow?” I ask.
“It was a green and yellow box he painted when he was around 5.’ Toni replies.
Tears slide silently down my cheeks. “Did you give him something to remind him that you loved him when you ‘went away’ on an excursion of some kind? A time when you were separated from him for some reason.”
“I gave him a photograph of Andrew and myself when I went to the hospital to have his baby sister,” writes Toni. With this, I know for sure I have a message from her son. Quickly, I locate Andrew’s communication, press send and wait for Toni’s response.
“Andrew’s middle name is John,” Toni writes. “I keep reading this letter you’ve sent over and over. The treasure box is in his nightstand, right next to his bed on the left-hand side. The photo you mentioned is inside! Andrew never asked for anything; I always got him what I thought he needed. We always took the time to talk. Even if his girlfriend was waiting downstairs.
“I always feel his presence. He sends me signs. Last night, I had his door open and went to take a video but noticed an orb coming out of his room. I took a picture of it. If he connects with you again, will you let me know? Thank you so much.”
“Oh yes, Toni. I promise with all my heart; I’ll be in touch if Andrew comes again.”
With compassion, Andrew has continued to support his family with communications now lasting nine-and-a-half years.
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With love,
Catherine ~
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