Deceased Loved Ones: Sharon

Last week, I sat on the chaise beneath my Beatle painting talking to my friend, Michelle. It was pretty late. We were both tired. I nursed a beer, her a glass of wine. Kids ran around screaming to our mutual irritation, while our husbands attempted to assemble furniture in the next room. I wouldn’t’ve said it was an ideal time for spirit to show up (WAY too much noise) — But someone on the other side was anxious for our attention.

I kept seeing tiny pops of light around Michelle. Over her head and also in front of us- like old timey flash bulbs. Bright and quick. Distracting enough to make me stop and LOOK. When this happens around strangers (which it does, often), I try to ignore it. There’s really no socially acceptable way to say “Sorry for interrupting, but do you know someone dead who might be trying to say hello?” . . . Luckily my friends know the deal.

“Someone’s with us,” I said.

Michelle admitted she felt something, too. We both held out our arms. Chills. Chills are a popular favorite with Spirit. It’s a non-invasive physical way to get our attention. I often get body wide chills when I deliver a message accurately. Almost like they’re saying, “Well done!”

So we knew someone was with us. But who? I actually got the sense of several someones with us. I got the feeling of a woman. And an older man. I sorta stared at the floor while they flashed images at me. The woman showed me a beautiful white cat. A well dressed man playing the piano. An old stuffed animal with a frayed faded ribbon around its neck. A vase with a single white flower. “A daisy?” I guessed, not entirely sure. I relayed this to Michelle as quick as the images came. And I could tell by her face, it all made sense.

“It’s my mom,” she said.

“What was her name?” I asked.

“Sharon,” she said.

Then we both got chills. Big ones.

I got a vision of Sharon clapping. Jumping up and down. She was very happy, excited, like a little kid, THRILLED that Michelle was paying attention.

“She’s definitely here.”

People have a tendency to look above and smile when I say “Mom’s here, or so-and-so’s here.” But Sharon stood right in front of us. I couldn’t see her. And I don’t know how else to say it- but I could see the air was different where she stood. I reached my arm out. It was warm. Crackly. Like static energy. And then, more little pops of light.

Then all of a sudden, I had trouble breathing. I stopped talking because I had to catch my breath. I realized it was a reference to a different person, showing me how they died.

“Who had lung problems?” I asked.

(I don’t remember your answer, Michelle. Was it your grandparents?) I asked them to please not be so physical with me and the feeling disappeared immediately. They just wanted to relay that they were there with Michelle’s mom. As for Sharon, what a lovely spirit. She gave me the feeling of special affection for a boy child and overwhelming joy that we knew she was there. She was very happy, surrounded by family, and it was very important to her that Michelle relay this to her siblings.

There were more flashing images, but I forget details. When spirit visits, it’s not ME giving the info. It’s them. And the feelings of heaven are difficult to recreate via blog. It’s like trying to relay a gust of wind.

Anyway. It’s been so long since I wrote about Spirit. Mostly because my house has calmed down. With Michelle’s permission, I’ve documented this event and procured some pictures.

And mothers. They may close their eyes, but they never stop loving.


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