Cough Cough
November 23, 2017
I have suffered from a really bad cough since I was probably about five years old. I have been to doctors, have been hospitalized for throat problems when I was a child, I have coughed throughout my life. Nothing ever really helped with the exception of the Fisherman’s Friends cough drops that I lived on when my throat was giving me problems.
This year during a pet reading I became aware that my cough signified someone who had crossed over wanted to talk. Their energy, eager to speak to their loved one, jumped right in my throat, forced me to be their voice. Really! This is what my cough has been about all of my life? Apparently so! Why did it take me so darn long to figure it out? I wasn’t aware that I could channel the voices of these loved ones who had crossed over using my throat. And really, who would be able to figure this out? I knew I could see these people who had crossed over. Countless times I have woken up to see a figure right beside my bed. Many a client I have told about the time my husband came to bed at about 2 am only to have me scream as loud as I could because I thought he was one of the dead ones who came to see me at night. Really, you should have seen his face! And I do believe he actually ran on the spot. So funny! By the way, after that night he never came to bed late again.
So in that pet reading, I began to cough, I could see a figure (in my third eye or mind’s eye) and realized that this person wanted to speak to the person who was seated on the couch. Initially this session had begun as a pet reading, but since the visitor was forcing me to be their voice, I had no choice but to speak for them. Their words appeared in my mind and I channeled the messages they had to say. This began to happen more frequently, until I finally caved and created Spirit Sessions. In these sessions loved ones could join and speak to my clients who came for messages from Spirit, and yes, for messages from their loved ones who had crossed over to the other side.
When my husband died four years ago, I could literally see him in my third eye after he passed. He was as handsome as ever, with his cowboy hat on and that lovely twinkle in his eye. He visited me every day until his service where he stood about ten feet tall, in the same cowboy angel outfit, white shirt and pants, wings and a white cowboy hat behind me as I delivered his eulogy I’d written lovingly the day before. My healer friends had joined me at his service and they too saw him standing behind me. I have heard some people say later that it was okay for me to think that I saw him. I feel sad for them that they are not able to see what is there, in spirit while someone like me is so lucky to see her loved one who has passed on. However I do know they all have their own paths, and though they do not see them now, they will when they pass on. I heard my father-in-law say to me at his funeral service, “You get it!” Then he flew out the door slamming it as he left. The look on people’s faces was enough for me. I kind of laughed because I knew he loved to make an entrance and announce when he left. At his service I watched his energy fly in an infinity sign right over his large picture and casket right before he flew out the door. I shared the story with those who would have an open mind and left it there. My father-in-law visited me often when I used our skidsteer in the winter. He cautioned me not to travel on a side slope and other technical things to keep me safe while I ran the machine. I knew this advice came from his experience with operating equipment and because he was watching over me.
In my Spiritual Sessions we look at ways our loved ones connect with us. For some it is with a cough, a tickle in our throats. With others it’s a tightness in a certain area in their bodies and with others it’s a voice in their heads that they know it is not their voice. We all have gifts we are meant to share with humanity. This is just one of the wonderful gifts that I have finally figured out. I certainly do not cough as much now that I can deliver the messages that have been making me cough for too many years. Finally the relief occurs when I deliver the messages.
I have suffered from a really bad cough since I was probably about five years old. I have been to doctors, have been hospitalized for throat problems when I was a child, I have coughed throughout my life. Nothing ever really helped with the exception of the Fisherman’s Friends cough drops that I lived on when my throat was giving me problems.
This year during a pet reading I became aware that my cough signified someone who had crossed over wanted to talk. Their energy, eager to speak to their loved one, jumped right in my throat, forced me to be their voice. Really! This is what my cough has been about all of my life? Apparently so! Why did it take me so darn long to figure it out? I wasn’t aware that I could channel the voices of these loved ones who had crossed over using my throat. And really, who would be able to figure this out? I knew I could see these people who had crossed over. Countless times I have woken up to see a figure right beside my bed. Many a client I have told about the time my husband came to bed at about 2 am only to have me scream as loud as I could because I thought he was one of the dead ones who came to see me at night. Really, you should have seen his face! And I do believe he actually ran on the spot. So funny! By the way, after that night he never came to bed late again.
So in that pet reading, I began to cough, I could see a figure (in my third eye or mind’s eye) and realized that this person wanted to speak to the person who was seated on the couch. Initially this session had begun as a pet reading, but since the visitor was forcing me to be their voice, I had no choice but to speak for them. Their words appeared in my mind and I channeled the messages they had to say. This began to happen more frequently, until I finally caved and created Spirit Sessions. In these sessions loved ones could join and speak to my clients who came for messages from Spirit, and yes, for messages from their loved ones who had crossed over to the other side.
When my husband died four years ago, I could literally see him in my third eye after he passed. He was as handsome as ever, with his cowboy hat on and that lovely twinkle in his eye. He visited me every day until his service where he stood about ten feet tall, in the same cowboy angel outfit, white shirt and pants, wings and a white cowboy hat behind me as I delivered his eulogy I’d written lovingly the day before. My healer friends had joined me at his service and they too saw him standing behind me. I have heard some people say later that it was okay for me to think that I saw him. I feel sad for them that they are not able to see what is there, in spirit while someone like me is so lucky to see her loved one who has passed on. However I do know they all have their own paths, and though they do not see them now, they will when they pass on. I heard my father-in-law say to me at his funeral service, “You get it!” Then he flew out the door slamming it as he left. The look on people’s faces was enough for me. I kind of laughed because I knew he loved to make an entrance and announce when he left. At his service I watched his energy fly in an infinity sign right over his large picture and casket right before he flew out the door. I shared the story with those who would have an open mind and left it there. My father-in-law visited me often when I used our skidsteer in the winter. He cautioned me not to travel on a side slope and other technical things to keep me safe while I ran the machine. I knew this advice came from his experience with operating equipment and because he was watching over me.
In my Spiritual Sessions we look at ways our loved ones connect with us. For some it is with a cough, a tickle in our throats. With others it’s a tightness in a certain area in their bodies and with others it’s a voice in their heads that they know it is not their voice. We all have gifts we are meant to share with humanity. This is just one of the wonderful gifts that I have finally figured out. I certainly do not cough as much now that I can deliver the messages that have been making me cough for too many years. Finally the relief occurs when I deliver the messages.