A grandma’s spirit helps her granddaughter to move on. Here’s their story.

When she sleeps, she often dreams.

Of different realms, where many, many souls reside. They welcome her warmly, a visitor from the land of the living, and tell her their stories.

She is recognised in these realms for her soul’s gifts and calling as a Spirit messenger. Sometimes they ask her to pass on messages to their loved ones. When they make the request, she smiles and asks them to make it happen – to set up the circumstances where she can pass on the message to its intended recipient.

Very often, they gladly do.

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“I read your articles and felt I had to contact you. I’ve been in a slump for a while. Any advice would be appreciated.”

I smiled at Lydia, the new client across the table, and began to shuffle the cards. Meanwhile, the white-haired old lady’s spirit who had been following me since a week before smiled at Lydia as well, her eyes overflowing with love and pride.

The Tarot spread indicated stagnation in career and family life. Much of the stagnation seemed to have originated in unresolved grief. A deep loss in the previous year had occurred, and Lydia could not move on from it.

“My grandma,” Lydia muttered as she looked down at the table. “She passed on from a brain tumour four months ago. She raised me up after my mother re-married.

“My grandmother was my life.”

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My granddaughter was my life. The spirit of the old lady says gently, while pouring freshly brewed tea into two cups. Would you like a scone?

She looks around. This time, she’s in a cosy living room with many framed photographs on the walls. She sips the sweet hot tea and enjoys a buttered scone: despite the old superstitions which warn against accepting food or drink from spirits, she knows there is no danger in accepting the old lady’s generous hospitality. Plus, calories don’t count in dreams.😉

Thank you for coming here today, my darling. The old lady smiles. Tell her my hair is back to what it was. I’m fine now, and my granddaughter needs to look after herself.

She nods, mouth full of soft buttered pastry. Then she gets up from her comfy armchair and looks at the photographs on the wall. Many of them are of a young lady in tortoiseshell-framed spectacles.

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Lydia took off her spectacles and wiped the tears from her eyes with a napkin.

“When her hair fell out from the chemo, I couldn’t take it. I would look at her bald scalp and cry in shock. She didn’t cry, I knew she was trying to be strong for me. But I couldn’t stop crying. She was my strength, and she was falling apart before my eyes.”

– I understand she used to get her hair done quite often at the hairdresser’s. She was very proud of her hair.

“Yes. And you know what?” Lydia’s voice turned low and savage. “After she lost her hair, I started visiting her at the hospital less and less. I couldn’t face the fact that she was dying. Luckily my grandma was only semi-conscious from the morphine most of the time so she didn’t notice. She died when I was at work. But now I have to live with the guilt of being so selfish. I was so stupid, and now she’s gone and I couldn’t say sorry and goodbye.”

The weight of confession was finally lifted from her soul. Lydia broke down and wept.

– Lydia, your grandmother is well. She’s here with us right now. Her hair is thick, luscious, and a gorgeous silver-white. It’s immaculately permed and comes down her shoulders. There are sparkly hairclips on both sides of her temples; she’s rocking the ‘50s bombshell vibe. Does the description fit?

Lydia nodded and stared at me, the last of her sobs fading. “Yes. Yes, that’s my granny. That was her hairstyle when I was a little girl. It was my favourite look.”

– She wants you to know she’s fine. You need to move on from the grief and take care of yourself. She may have passed on physically but in Spirit, she’s with you and watching over you. Is there anything you’d like to say to her?

“Yes.” Lydia squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Granny,” she whispered, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you left. I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. I miss you every day. I love you, Gran. Bye-bye.”

– Your grandma hears your every word, Lydia. I see her smiling and nodding at you. She says you’re her darling. And now I see her being escorted by the angels and returning to the realm of light. She’s newly departed and she needs some more time to get used to being a spirit. But she will come over and visit whenever she can.

“… Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

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When she sleeps, she often dreams. This time, she’s attending a potluck gathering in a large, wood-panelled barroom.

There’s lots of laughter and singing. In a corner, an impromptu darts competition has begun. She sits on a barstool, eating roast turkey and sipping a Bailey’s that a kindly old gentleman had offered her.

Here, calories don’t count, and there’s no danger in accepting Spirit’s generous hospitality. Astral projection can be exhausting, so she might as well enjoy it.

She is recognised in these realms as a Spirit messenger. Sometimes, they ask her to pass on messages to their loved ones. Already, a large border collie has boldly made his presence known, sitting next to her and accidentally-on-purpose brushing his wet doggy nose against her leg.

She smiles, and asks him to make it happen.

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My client got a message from her mum’s Spirit. Her response made me LOL!

A mother’s love can make you laugh and cry.

Lili, a young undergraduate, had arranged to see me. She was graduating soon, and wanted insight into some important career decisions. She also wanted advice for her family back in China.

Lili called at noon; we arranged to meet at 3. Great, I thought. That gives me time to run errands.

I should have known I would receive a surprise visitor in my room.

Tiny golden specks appeared, as if blown in from outside the window. They swirled playfully in the air around me for a moment, before flying past me, behind me, and finally…

I turned. At the door stood Lili’s mother, who had passed on when she was eight.

With a loving smile and a gentle shake of the head:

That girl, she said. You tell that girl!...

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Well-dressed and polite, Lili got up to shake my hand when I arrived at the meeting place. A mother’s pride, indeed. And like all mothers, she walked in right behind me: to see her beloved girl, and to make sure I did what we had agreed on.

Spirits have personalities just like us. Everyone, both living and dead, belongs to Spirit after all. This mother was a feisty one, and insisted that I start with her message:

You eat too much junk food. You’re addicted to pizza! Didn’t your grandmother tell you to eat healthily? I was there at the airport! I heard every word. No more pizza and you’ll stop gaining weight. Take care of your health!

Lili stared at me, stupefied, while I relayed the message. Silence, as she took it in. Then a look of shock on her face as she blurted out in Chinese: “Mama can speak English now?!”

I had to laugh. She laughed with me. And slowly, like a gentle rain, her tears began. As a homesick young woman was reminded that she was loved, by those on earth and those in Spirit, even in a distant land.

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Granddad’s Spirit realised I didn’t speak his dialect. What he did next was so cute!

The rain outside the café had slowed to a drizzle as I concluded an angel oracle card reading with Alicia, a first-time client.

“Thanks for the reading, Kelly!” Alicia said as I gathered up the cards and shuffled the deck. “I’m glad for the insights into my career and my grouchy boyfriend.” She paused for a second as a thought struck her. “Oh hang on! Sorry but may I ask about my parents’ health?”

– Sure! I could help you ask Spirit for what you can do to ensure their health and wellbeing.

I tuned in. During this process, I trace the energetic and spiritual cords that link my client to the person in question. By reading the energy they’re giving out, and sometimes enlisting the assistance of angels and spirit guides, I can access information wherever appropriate for the client’s highest good.

– Your mum. Hmmm… it seems that –

(HEY! HEYYYYYYYY!!)

Standing behind Alicia, to her right, was the spirit of an old man. He was calling out and waving his walking stick frantically at me.

– Alicia, were you close to your grandfather?

“To my paternal granddad, yes. He’s still alive. But my maternal granddad died before I was born. My mum is a daddy’s little girl.” Her voice dropped to a reverent hush. “Is he here?”

(OI!!! HEY!!! HEYYYYYY!!!)

(– I hear you. Greetings, spirit.)

Our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. Once he knew he had my attention, the old gentleman began to fire away in a Chinese dialect I didn’t recognise.

Once we cross over to the light, there is no need for language; spirits communicate telepathically. However, this old gentleman was clearly too excited to care. By sheer force of habit, his tongue had taken over, and he was so filled with JOY and AMAZEMENT and HERE’S MY CHANCE TO PASS A MESSAGE TO MY LOVED ONES that I couldn’t calm him down, try as I might.

“Ummm, you’re looking a little dazed. Is everything ok?”

– Yeah. Just a moment, Alicia.

By then, the old gentleman had figured out that I wasn’t conversant in the dialect he spoke. Brow furrowed, he stood with hands on hips, deep in thought. Then his face lit up as a bright idea came to him.

The spirit of Alicia’s paternal grandfather then began enacting an elaborate charade of health conditions to me, with great deliberation. I narrated his actions as best I could to a very bemused Alicia.

– He’s pointing at his feet and grimacing. Now he’s smacking the right side of his head repeatedly, a migraine issue maybe? … What? He’s squatting and, ummm, pointing at his backside, and now he’s pretending to faint?

Oh good grief, I thought to myself, I sound like an idiot. But to my surprise, Alicia was nodding and smiling.

“My mum has sore feet because her retail job requires her to be on her feet all the time. Yes, she’s on medication for her migraine. She also… suffers from piles, and at one point it was so bad she became anaemic and was always giddy. She’s scared of going to the loo now.”

While Alicia was speaking, Granddad looked on with great pride and satisfaction at his granddaughter. After the first flush of excitement, he finally calmed down enough to communicate with me telepathically.

(TELL HER IT’S OK. DON’T BE SHY. SEE A DOCTOR.)

– Please let your mum know that your granddad wants her to see a doctor.

“Agh, that’s the problem! She’s too shy and embarrassed to do anything about the piles. But now that her beloved daddy has told her to, hopefully she’ll change her mind.”

Alicia grinned mischievously at me.

“Wait till I tell my family how Granddad appeared and played charades!”

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He walked out when his dog was dying. Now his dog is back… with a message.

Across the table at the café, his presence was dominating. Tall, tanned, and a strapping alpha male, Adrian was a successful young man who believed in the need to balance the material with the spiritual. Hence his decision to see me: to ensure his plans for his future (mainly finance and career) were on track.

Coming from a poor and broken household had taught Adrian to be strong. He’d pulled himself up by his own bootstraps and was now doing well as a business consultant; on the side, his investments in property were yielding rewards. Adrian had it made.

Except for one thing that was still troubling him, and that he wasn’t telling me. Out of respect for his wishes, Spirit didn’t reveal any details to me, either.

“Thanks, Kelly! Appreciate the sound advice. Last year was tough but I’m ready for the new year! May I get you a drink?”

– Sure! Chamomile tea, please.

I always enjoy getting to know my clients outside of readings. Also, my next client had just texted me to say she was running late, so I had the time.

“My friend, who referred me to you, says you can see spirit guides and angels! Do I have any?” Adrian stirred his espresso, a boyish grin on his face.

– Oh of course! We all are born with a team of guides and angels to help us.

“Fantastic. Can you see mine?”

– Your angel is standing behind you right now, and he’s holding a medium-sized brown dog in his arms. The dog looks very happy to see you.

Adrian froze. His smile vanished; the haunted look in his eyes that had flickered on and off during the reading was there again.

Finally, he muttered: “After what I did to him, he’s still happy to see me?”

– Your dog wants to pass a message. Would you like to hear it?

Adrian nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on his coffee. He’d seemingly aged in seconds.

– He wants you to know that he understands why you couldn’t be with him when he passed on, and he loves you anyway. He’s very happy on the other side, and says thank you for making the decision to end his suffering.

Adrian did not move or reply. His eyes were misty with suppressed grief.

After some moments, he drew in a shuddering breath and told me his story.

Adrian loved dogs but could not afford to keep one until he was drawing his own salary. Once he could afford a pet, Adrian went to a shelter and adopted a mixed breed puppy called Sammy.

“We were best buddies. Maybe because we both knew what it’s like to be abandoned. Sammy never let me down. We had eight good years together.

“Then cancer struck. I took Sammy to five vets and therapists. Got him the best treatment. Fed him organic food. But he was slipping away before my eyes.

“On the last day, he couldn’t move. He was lying there and shivering and crying. When the vet came to put him to sleep I just lost it. I thought I was strong – but I walked out of the room. I couldn’t sleep for weeks after that.

“That was six months ago. When Sammy needed me most, I ran like a coward. I couldn’t even say goodbye. How could he still be happy to see me?”

– Adrian, Sammy thinks you’re very brave. And he trusts that you will be able to forgive yourself, accept his message and his love, and move on.

Adrian looked at me, his eyes dark and confused. “I thought I was moving on, but obviously I haven’t. How do I move on?”

I tuned in to Sammy, who was only too glad to help.

– Sammy’s showing me a location in the west. I get the sense he’s saying you left something behind?

“He was put to sleep at a vet clinic in the west, near Holland Village… Wait. Sammy’s ashes. I didn’t collect them. They’re still there.”

– I think collecting them might be the first step towards your healing. You haven’t allowed yourself to grieve. Maybe it’s time to start.

Adrian paused, and nodded. The haunted look in his eyes was gone, replaced with a softer light of sorrow, relief and consolation.

Life had taught Adrian to be strong, to face every challenge with courage. I had faith that Sammy’s loving message had begun the process of healing for him. The journey would not be easy, but would be worth every step. As we sipped our drinks, I said a silent prayer for Adrian’s spirit guides and angels to help him along his path towards greater love, truth and light.

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A mother may pass on, but her love never ends.

I wouldn’t have known that the sharply dressed man sitting across me at the table had anything to be sad about. He was the picture of success: charismatic, wealthy, dignified. Yet the tears were real, and they were flowing.

Success sometimes comes at a price – you have to keep working at it. And working was what this businessman, who owned one of Southeast Asia’s largest rice production and distribution firms, was good at. So good, that when his beloved mother passed on, he couldn’t reach the hospice in time.

He bore all the costs of the funeral, but couldn’t attend it.

And in the six weeks that followed, he couldn’t forgive himself.

The man before me was broken. He’d been having nightmares of his mother angrily berating him for not being there. He wanted to know if there was any way I could help him appease his mother’s spirit.

I reached across the table.

– Take my hand.

Our hands interlinked, I closed my eyes, and connected.

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The first thing I discovered, I already knew. I sensed no negativity against this man. His dreams were manifestations of his own grief and anxiety.

My second discovery surprised me: his mother wasn’t around.

Uh oh, I thought. I’d assumed that his mother would turn up with a message, my client would be comforted, and yay it’s all good. But the spiritual realm is always dynamically evolving, never stale or predictable, and that’s one of the things I love about working with Spirit.:)

It was up to me to pursue the energetic link and find the deceased lady. And find her, I did – in the middle of a rice field surrounded by misty mountains, enjoying the breeze on a golden summer evening. And there, we had a chat.

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“She’s not angry with me?”
– No, she loves you. She knows you were busy when she passed on. She wants you to forgive yourself.

“Where is she now?”
– In her hometown in Thailand, visiting her childhood haunts. Your family has been growing rice for some generations.

He smiled weakly, for the first time in the entire session. “Yes, it’s a family business. Will she come to see me soon?”
– Yes, in the next month or so.

“When? How will I know?”
– Ask for a sign. When it happens, you will know.

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Some weeks later, I received a message:

“Big jam on expressway. Truck dropped a crate. Rice everywhere. Are you free this week?”

Why yes, I was.:)

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He wasn’t there when she crossed over. This was EXACTLY what she wanted.

I didn’t like the dress I was wearing. A little black dress, chic and comfy.

Nah, the dress wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I was wearing it again… to another funeral.

Eve was a close family friend. She was a beautiful free spirit and a fighter, beating cancer twice but finally, slowly, succumbing to another illness.

In the open coffin, Eve was tiny, frail, unrecognisable. I looked away.

Then, I sensed the signs: a Spirit was approaching. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense that time was slowing down. The veil between the worlds was thinning. I closed my eyes and tuned in.

And there she stood before me: Eve in Spirit, radiating divine Light, healthy and beautiful.

Could you pass a message? Eve asked.

– Sure.

Vincent, Eve’s husband, was slumped in his seat at the back of the hall. For months, he had been watching over Eve, who had slipped into a coma in the last six weeks. Finally, Vincent could no longer delay his work commitments. He went to Zurich for an important meeting, leaving on Tuesday and returning on Friday.

Eve died Thursday night.

Vincent had the pale, haunted look of someone who had cried so much they had no tears left. The look of someone lost, in shock, endlessly blaming themselves for not being there when it mattered most.

I went over.

– Vincent, she’s not gone entirely, only behind a veil. Don’t blame yourself for what happened. She left while you were overseas to spare you the pain of the actual parting. She wants you to remember her with joy.

“Is there anything… anything I can do for her?” Vincent’s voice was low and broken, betraying his suffering.

– She’s showing me a nature reserve, where you two used to go for walks. She wants you to go back there and catch the sunset! Also, she specifically mentions the fish n’ chips you both used to enjoy after your walks, at the café near the nature reserve.

Vincent was gazing in the distance. He seemed to be reminiscing. In his eyes, a soft new light was beginning to dawn.

– She wants you to eat well, get some fresh air, and be happy. Know that she is with you. And when it’s finally your time to go, she will be by your side to lead you home.

Vincent burst into tears. But this time, they were the best kind of tears – tears of grief, yes, but also release, self-forgiveness, and love.

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