All too often I have listened to mediums at various venues who were vague, and in some cases, totally off the mark. Each time, I put it down to a learning experience.
When I first met Tom, I was in my mid-20’s. The reading went like this:
Tom said as I walked in that he would simply state whatever he saw or was told.
“Your father is here with us and he wants to talk to his baby and reassure you of his continued presence in your daily life.
I tried to contain my excitement as I thought to myself, lucky guess. However, my father is beyond the veil, I am the youngest of four children and he did call me his baby.
Tom went on to describe my father to a T, a tall broad man, exactly right.
Your dad had a brain tumor (yes), but in the final days he had difficulty breathing (yes). His passing was easy though. He lay in his bed on his back with all his children and grandchildren in the house and closed his eyes. Precisely.
Tom asked me if my dad had been a healer. Why? I asked him.
“He is standing behind you with his hands over your head,”
As a child I often suffered from epilepsy and received spiritual healing from a young age. My father had been a powerful healer. The reading just got better.
Tom asked why I had a preference for a baby boy. I laughed, being a couple of months pregnant, a condition hardly obvious considering the big coat I was wearing. And I would prefer a boy.
Tom went on to tell me that I drove too fast to reach him. I had indeed driven like a lunatic on a wet, unfamiliar road to get to Enfield, a place I’d never visited before this day.
He then mentioned our family holiday to the Caribbean. We’d just returned six weeks prior. He discussed financial matters that only my husband and I had recently been contemplating. The accuracy extended to the option of renting out one house and perhaps the purchase of another. Tom drew an analogy with my father’s business ventures as a shop owner. True enough, he’d owned shops for a good part of 35 years.
Tom asked if my husband would be anxious about me traveling alone at night. He also enquired if my husband sorted out the problems with is car, the door at work and something concerning “John.” I had no idea what any of this meant.
When I returned home, I asked my husband about the door and he just looked at me and laughed. There had been a burglary at work and the door had in fact been damaged. The insurance company was giving him a really hard time about replacing it and the person involved with the negotiations was named John. My husband’s car had a flat battery the next morning and refused to start.
I could go on and on detailing this reading which shows with incredible accuracy the true evidence of Survival.
At the end of it all, my father, who gave me so much guidance, inspiration, love and affection was back in my life. He’d probably never really left. All that was needed was the gift of a natural medium to connect us together again.