Over and over every day I teach there is no such thing as death. I do so because it is what I know to be my truth. I hear from the deceased. I see them. I can feel how they suffered and they let me know what brought them joy. This is evident in all of the many ready readings I have done. It took Victoria Lynn to teach me I was right.
I had a family of a little girl contact me wanting me to give them information on their child. I tapped into her energy and even though she was a toddler I saw her with braces on her legs. The family validated that in her short life, she has had braces on her legs. When I saw her she was walking with crutches, wearing braces on her legs. While on the phone with the family I immediately felt the loving energy of Charlene Marie Richard. The grandmother validated they had indeed placed a prayer card in memory of Charlene under their baby's pillow the day before.
Charlene Richard was born January 13, 1947. After being diagnosed with acute lymphatic leukemia she died on August 11, 1959 at the age of 12. During her confinement in Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Lafayette, Louisiana Charlene would offer her prayers and suffering to God each day for the benefit of others. "She was a faith-filled little girl." said Father Joseph Brennan, a priest for the Diocese of Lafayette, Louisiana who was serving as hospital chaplain and ministered to Charlene during her final days. "I see Charlene as a witness for people of all ages to the power of resignation and acceptance of God's will." said Father Brennan. "She was't different in any way except that when the crisis came in her life - and it came very early - she accepted it with faith and trust and love."
The grandmother of Victoria Lynn told me that EVERYBODY in the hospital knew Victoria Lynn. "Victoria drew people to her." she said. I am so amazed with Victoria's life. She went through more pain and suffering than any of us could imagine. When in the womb Victoria's mother was told her baby's spine was not connected to the brainstem. When Victoria was born her spine and brain stem were perfectly attached and the doctors called it a miracle. The doctors told the family Victoria would have Down Syndrome but that wasn't the case either. You may read about Victoria's struggles on a Facebook page called "Prayers for Victoria Lynn".
On many occasions she went into cardiac arrest and always came back to life smiling. Once her heart stopped and the family rushed her to the ER where the staff while weighing her took their time with this deceased infant. A doctor came in picked her up and took her to another room and preformed CPR on her. Her grandmother said "She woke up giggling." "Thats just who Victoria is!" She continues to beat all odds. She is a miracle baby.
As I spoke with this family and prayed and meditated and asked for answers I was able to tap right into her energy. The family would validate the things I saw and the people in spirit who were standing by. Not once did my guides ever make me feel or believe that Victoria was going to die. I saw a bottle of champagne being uncorked meaning to me it was time to celebrate. The symbols were always about hope and joy and love. I saw Jesus and angels in her room, but I was thinking they were on standby. They were fully present. How could I continue to believe that Victoria's little soul was not going to exit her body when science said otherwise? I don't use my head or overthink this I go with my higher self. I promised that grandmother I didn't believe Victoria would leave, but she did. Victoria got out of her painful body the afternoon I was shown a bottle of champagne.
This morning when I woke up I saw Victoria sitting up in the lap of a woman. The baby wasn't smiling or giggling but simply looking around and appeared perfectly content. Her skin color was normal and her features were smaller. I am thinking she was less swollen than the way she looked in the pictures. The woman had on a necklace or a chain that the baby was playing with. I did not see the woman's face. During the time Victoria was alive I kept hearing "Maw Maw". I assumed that was the grandmother but was told "No." "Maw Maw was the great grandmother." I believe it was Maw Maw I saw holding Victoria Lynn this morning.
Just as Charlene Richard showed heroic faith, hope and love while her body was dying so did Victoria Lynn Landry. I know that Victoria Lynn wasn't from this planet or was a special angel from God, or a saint or something beyond "normal". What Victoria has taught me, which may be a number of things I'm just unaware of right now, but the one thing is that I have one symbol for death. It is a shovel. I did see a shovel but it was always standing up when reading for Victoria. It wasn't turned over like I see it when a death has passed and it wasn't up like we were getting reading to dig as if to say a death is coming. The shovel was standing straight up. I just did not feel she was going anywhere and gave false hope to the family. My heart is broken but what Victoria has taught me is that she isn't gone, she is just out of her body. Soul is eternal and for that we need to celebrate.
