At a recent event, where I was delivering messages from the spirit to an audience of several hundred people who were looking at me anxiously and waiting to hear from a friend or loved one in the afterlife, I was struck by two peas in a pod. This mental image suddenly transformed into two fetuses … and then one faded, leaving an embryo in the womb.

I concentrated for a moment, whispered a quick blessing to the deceased child, then said, “I feel the presence of a child who died in the womb. It was one of a twin, and I feel like his surviving brother is here in the audience. Someone takes this? “

A deep silence filled the air. Then a hesitant hand rose from a man sitting in the 10th row. “There are three sets of twins in my family,” he said quietly. “It was supposed to be part of the room, but my brother didn’t make it.”

“Thank you,” I said, both to the man and to the approaching spirit. I gave the man some personal details about his life, which he understood, and then ended by saying, “Your brother tells me he walks with you all the time. And when it’s time for you to go home, and that won’t be so.” for quite some time, he will meet you on the other side. “

I took a deep breath to clear it up, then asked the spirit to pass again. Suddenly, I felt a weight of pain on my shoulders and a sharp pain in my chest. I looked at people and talked about the impressions I was getting.

“A man tells me about a gunshot wound,” I told him. “He is telling me that his wife is in the audience. He left behind a child – no, sorry, they are correcting me. The child is not born yet. It is going to be a child.”

I described the man and a woman raised her hand. “That’s my husband,” she said, fighting back tears. “He was killed in a robbery last month.” He then confirmed that an amniocentesis had revealed that the child was a boy.

“She is telling me that she will be there when her child is born,” I said. “And he will continue to care for both of them from the spirit world.”

Thank you, the woman murmured as she wiped her eyes. I breathed in again to center myself, then felt the next spiritual presence. Perhaps it had the most satisfying message I delivered that day. They were the words of a child who had passed away when he was eight years old. As a parent, I have no idea what it would be like to lose a child, and those kinds of messages always leave me with a heartache.

I described the boy to the audience and the feeling he had of how he had died. “He wants his parents to know that he’s okay now,” I said. “He’s sitting on the ground playing with a little red fire truck. He says it’s his favorite toy.”

The parents acknowledged my words with friendly nods and smiles. Afterward, they approached me to tell me that one day a firefighter had given the boy a special ride on an engine, and that his favorite toy was indeed a bright red fire engine. “Actually,” said the father, “it is on his dresser in his room.”

What made my day was when the father said that before this afternoon, he had not believed in the afterlife. “Thank you,” he said. And as the couple walked away, I thanked the spirit for allowing me to speak those healing words.