Where do I begin to explain? If you follow me on Facebook you may have noticed that Charlie and I recently returned from Maine. While there I was in a class with 50 other Spirit Mediums from all over the US and Canada. We were working under the instruction of John Holland. Three days can be physically draining doing this work and at the end of the event I was ready for a nap, but Charlie met a couple and they requested I would do a reading for them. I immediately had a reading booked and went straight into that. I sat and read for a couple from New Hampshire. Spirit showed me the spine and neck and up through the top of the head while reading for the man. He confirmed he has bone cancer. I saw a green light around him which I know to be healing. He was encouraged and replied "This is good!" I don't have a clue why I read for those who come to me, or what it is they need, but God knows and our heavenly helpers know.
The next day was a free day for me to do anything we wanted. Charlie drove the rental car and explored the area while I was in class so he already had ideas on what he thought I would find interesting. Our morning started with a trip to Kennebunk, Maine. When taking a wrong turn finding a different route thinking we were lost we happened upon a cemetery, Hope Cemetery. We did think we were lost but we were exactly where my team of angels and guides and heavenly helpers expected us to be. We got out and walked through the grounds. I would spend an hour of my morning here getting grounded releasing tears of gratitude of all of those who have gone on into spirit ahead of us. This is a historical area with many Revolutionary War grave markers. I decided to do a walking meditation and told Charlie. He went one way and I went another. As I walked this path there were messages along the way as I prayed and wept in gratitude seeking guidance from above.
I took pictures of headstones along the way that were messages to me.
This first picture posted listed the woman's last dying words. It reads "I am weary and long to rest. They are all waiting for me and I want to go." I took this as a message from the Divine that our loved ones do greet us and Mrs. Walker in 1866 saw them and knew they were waiting for her.
The next photo was simply the family name of "Wise". I was praying in my walking meditation asking for guidance and was given the word "wise".
There will be more stories coming about this trip, but the main thing I want you to remember from taking time to read this blog is that there are messages along your path. Make certain you notice them even when you think you are lost.
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