An angel steps in before she steps off the bridge… and leaves a sign.

3:14 a.m. My phone vibrated twice, then went silent.

The words on the screen jolted me out of my semi-conscious state.

“I can’t go on anymore. Kelly, I’ve let you down. I’m sorry.”

I sat up in bed and called the number. The line was dead. Hazel had switched off her mobile after texting me.

She didn’t want to be stopped. Or found.

There was not much I could do but wait. And pray.

*          *          *

Hazel and I go way back. We were schoolmates who became good friends. We had lots in common and confided in each other when we needed support and advice.

Hazel was popular in school: smart and outgoing, Hazel’s suntanned skin (from years of competitive sailing) brought out her gorgeous eyes and grin. Both guys and girls swooned over her as she swaggered past; teachers shook their heads and tried to hide their fond smiles when she made yet another wisecrack in class.

But Hazel had many dark secrets.

Hazel suffered from depression, and had nightmares almost every night. She frequently considered suicide, especially when she was out at sea, all alone on her sailboat. And here was the reason why:

Hazel wanted to be a man. Her parents, however, were aggressively anti-LGBT. And the celebrity pastors of one of Singapore’s largest megachurches.

*          *          *

I prayed.

– Angels and archangels of the Highest Light, I call on you now. My friend Hazel needs help urgently. So long as it is for her highest good, I ask that you thwart all attempts at self-harm. Heal her and show her that she is dearly loved, and that God is greater than we can ask, think, or imagine. In the Name of all that is good and pure and holy, thank you.

Over the years, I tried to speak with Hazel about Spirit and how God loved her unconditionally. I’d also spoken to Hazel about angels before, but she insisted that she was damned to hell simply for having transsexual inclinations.

Her parents’ own biases and fears had damaged Hazel deeply, creating a person who kept up appearances well but was a wreck inside, crumbling from the weight of shame and self-condemnation.

The air grew warm. I opened my eyes to see an angel smiling at me.

Greetings, dear one. 

– Hazel. How is she?

Your friend is safe. As you know, she has chosen a great and wonderful soul calling in this life, which is to stand firm in her truth even if she were to be misunderstood and judged for it. Because of her strength, many lives will be helped.

– But she is not strong now. Her life, sanity and happiness are on the line. This is not her first suicide attempt and it will not be her last. How much longer before she can overcome, servant of God?

The angel smiled again.

She has not yet recognised the strength within herself, but stand by her. And eventually, she will.

With that, the angel left.

I picked up my phone and called Hazel again. The line was dead, still.

*          *          *

She called back three days later.

“Hey, Kelly.”

– Hello, stranger. How are you?

“Something weird happened the last time I texted. Can’t wrap my head around it. You’re the woo-woo spirit person so maybe you could explain.”

– Okay, shoot.

“I was at the Benjamin Sheares bridge when I texted you.”

My heart skipped a beat. It was a long drop from that bridge into the sea. Jumping off Benjamin Sheares bridge at 3 a.m. in the morning? Hazel really didn’t want to be found.

“After I texted you, I switched my phone off. Then I started climbing over the railing. Right at that moment, the row of lights along the bridge just went off suddenly. It was really dark.

“Then from behind me, the air grew warm. All of a sudden. It was cold before that. And then I really freaked out when the air started glowing.”

She paused, as if struggling to find the words for what happened next.

“The glow in the air… I can’t explain. It took shape. I couldn’t see it because it was standing behind me, but I just know it was taking the form of an angel. I don’t know how I know. I just know.

“Suddenly I felt like a weight had lifted from my shoulders. Then I felt like someone was holding me from behind. And I started crying like crazy because I felt that everything was hopeless and my life was terrible but I had to keep on living because one day things will get better and I want to be alive to see that day. And it doesn’t matter that I don’t feel okay now because one day I will be okay. I don’t know how. I just know I have to stay alive.

“I stepped off the railing. Got back on the bridge. The lights came back on after a minute. Right in front of me was a feather. It wasn’t there before.”

We were silent for a moment.

– Spirit loves you, Hazel. Don’t give up on yourself.

“… I want to believe it. One day, I will believe.”

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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!...

*        *        *

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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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.

*          *          *

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.

*          *          *

“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.

*          *          *

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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A sign from Spirit heals her wounded soul. Could this happen for you?

Sunday morning. She was sixteen, alone in her room, and crying.

She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was taking its toll on her.

She hated Sundays. She hated feeling lonely in a crowd. The other teenagers who attended the youth service with her were too interested in their studies and the opposite sex to listen, much less care, about her experiences. The adults viewed her mostly with suspicion and disdain, half-aware of her gifts, and resentful towards her for having them.

Only the Bishop and a few of the church staff were truly appreciative of her contributions. They knew she could see, sense and hear from Spirit. They called her in when they needed her assistance in seeking Spiritual counsel and predictions (what was called the word of wisdom, the word of knowledge and the word of prophecy in those circles).

They would bring her into the office very discreetly, ask her to tune into Spirit, thank her, then let her go back to the congregation… where she faced the gossip and mockery. Alone.

OMG it’s Kelly the loony. Don’t go near her, she might tell you something you don’t wanna hear. She sees spirits! She’s so weird!

I can’t stand that Kelly. She’s so high-and-mighty and thinks she knows everything, with her Spiritual gifts and all that. In the first place, can she prove she’s really gifted?

I don’t allow my daughter to talk to that Kelly. God knows what demons are possessing that girl. I pray for her soul.

Sunday morning. Sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. With the radio turned up so no one could hear.

Then a song came on that caught her attention.

You’re one in a million / Once in a lifetime / You made me discover one of the stars above us

Suddenly, Spirit was powerfully present in her room. A glorious light, an almost inaudible hum, was suffusing the messy little bedroom with divine love, peace and joy.

She opened her eyes, red and swollen from an hour of tears.

A gentleman, dressed in a sharp grey suit with a fedora to match, was seated at the chair by her desk. From His warm smile, and the scarred wounds on His hands and bare feet, she knew Who this divine visitor was.

She smiled back, and let Spirit heal her through song. What had been a simple pop song was now a sign and a message from Spirit, reminding her of her true worth, and giving her the love and strength to go on.

After a while, she got up, got dressed, and went to church.

*          *          *

“I think of my father every day. It’s been a year but I still can’t believe he’s gone.”

The middle-aged woman across the table from me had been weeping since the reading began. Unhealed grief can be devastating, and Petunia, my client, had been struggling for a long time.

Behind her, Petunia’s father stood by, his hand on her shoulder and look of loving concern on his face.

– Petunia, your father is well. He wants you to know he’s been leaving signs for you to notice his presence. Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary happening lately?

Petunia frowned as she tried to recall. “No, but to be fair, I’m so stuck right now I wouldn’t notice any sign unless it was very obvious.”

– Sure. I understand. Wait a minute. Your father is trying to tell me something.

The old gentleman beamed. Ask her about the coins!

– Petunia, your father is saying something about coins, have you been finding or picking up coins more frequently nowadays?

“… Now that you mention it, yes. Recently I’ve been finding coins on the floor. Just yesterday I picked up an old one-cent coin that had been out of circulation for years. I thought it was strange…”

Nothing strange about that, Penny, I did it! The old gentleman replied.

– … Did your father call you by a nickname, by the way?

Petunia stared into the distance, her eyes red and swollen. “Yes. He called me Penny.”

It took a few moments for the meaning of the coins to become clear, but once it did, the joy and relief on her face were ecstatic.

“That was my father? He did all that just to remind me that he’ll always watch out for me? Oh my god. Oh my god!

– Yup. He was saying Hi, Penny.

Petunia was laughing and crying now. The tears on her face were tears of joy, healing, and reunion with a father she thought she’d lost to death… but who had been showing her signs of his love all the while.

“Oh my god. Of all things, Penny. My father always loved a good pun. Thank you, Kelly. Thank you.”

*          *          *

She wasn’t crying. She couldn’t feel any sorrow or anger… anything.

The divorce had begun. Her soon-to-be-ex had filed. He’d cast aside his godly Christian pretences and was finally showing his true, vicious colours.

She’d stopped going to church for years. She was tired of everything. After years of being derided, misunderstood and backstabbed, she’d finally walked away from her gifts, her allies in Spirit, and her soul’s calling.

She was at a point in her life where nothing made sense and there was no one to talk to. Also, money was tight. Alone in the cafe, she sipped her tea and wondered how she was going to pay for a divorce lawyer on top of all her other bills.

Then a song came on that caught her attention.

You’re one in a million / Once in a lifetime / You made me discover one of the stars above us

She hadn’t heard that song for years. Instinctively, she widened her eyes and looked around. After a second, she realised the mistake she’d made and ducked her head down again. But she was too late.

Spirit knew that she’d noticed the sign.

She felt a warmth behind her, and a hand on her shoulder. Her spirit guide, Lindsay, was smiling at her.

Kelly, do not fear this latest battle you must fight. Spirit is with you. You’re going to be okay. It is time to return to the Light. God is greater than any church or man-made organisation. You can serve the Light powerfully, both within and without a religious institution.  Let us know once you’re ready to work with us again, and we’ll give you the guidance you need. 

And with that, Lindsay disappeared.

She took a deep breath. Despite her running away, Spirit had never once given up hope on her, but was waiting patiently for the day she would finally stop to listen to Spirit’s song of unconditional love.

What had been a simple pop song was now a sign and a message from Spirit, reminding her of her true worth, and giving her the love and strength to go on.

Soon after the incident, she returned to the service of the highest Light, and became a lightworker.

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“Here nao.” The true story of a girl who didn’t believe in Spirit, and the dog who loved her.

Within five minutes, we bonded over our love of animals.

It turned out that my new client, Yvonne, had loved and kept birds, cats, dogs and hamsters at various points in her life. She was loving and responsible, giving her pets the best care possible until they drew their last breath. My kind of person. :)

Yvonne wasn’t there to chat about pets, though. She’d booked a session with me to ask for insights into her career. Interestingly enough, she didn’t believe in mediums, Spirit or the Tarot, but had come across my Facebook page and “felt drawn to make contact”.

“I trust my gut feel. Okay, tell me how this works and let’s get started.”

Definitely my kind of person. 😀

Out came the cards. Unless a spirit manifests and is particularly insistent on getting a message across, I generally start with just the Tarot to ease newbies into the process.

Beware of conflict in two weeks. Your co-worker’s a pain? This card here is The Moon: it represents confusion. I sense that he isn’t shutting down your ideas, he’s just unsure —

ARF.

— Say what?

I looked up, confused myself. Yvonne stared back at me, nonplussed.

HERE NAO.

A large golden retriever had appeared beside her. He sat on the floor, tail wagging lazily, smiling at me. Cheeky little soul.

U SAY HERE NAO.

I looked back at The Moon. This card depicts a full moon in the night sky, a lobster crawling out of a lake onto a winding path, a dog and a wolf on opposite sides. This card represents confusion. Its advice: trust your gut feel.

The dog in the card; the dog beside Yvonne. A particularly insistent spirit.

— Yvonne, did you have a golden retriever?
“Yeah, he died last year. His name was Smurf…”
ARF. SMOOF HERE. SAY.

— Yvonne, Smurf wants you to know he’s here with you.

She looked doubtful. “I’m not sure if animals have souls.”

Smurf looked at her, then at me. His smile never broke once. And in his eyes, a twinkle: challenge accepted.

The next spread featured the Eight of Cups: a woman navigating a new path, and by her side… dog.

Next spread. The Fool: a young traveller accompanied by… dog.

Next. Nine of Cups: a genie by the beach, and with him… dog.

Yvonne was amazed. “Are there many dogs in the Tarot?”
— Ummm, no actually.

U SAY SMOOF HERE NAOOOOOO!!!!!!!

“Today’s the first anniversary of his death.” Her tears came suddenly; she had to pause for a moment. “Sometimes I sense he’s here… not possible… he’s gone.”

Then the weeping began, and she couldn’t talk anymore. Loyal in life and even after, Smurf gently laid his head on her lap.

Disbelief can crush the spirit.

My readings usually conclude with a final message, where clients ask Spirit to tell them what they need to know at this point in their lives. No question is required; the client simply chooses the cards. By now, Yvonne was dazed and silent, absently picking out cards from the deck.

In her final message, The Moon.
You are confused; trust your gut feel.

Yvonne was completely quiet and still.

— Yvonne. Yvonne?
“Yeah, I’m listening.”
— Are you okay?
“Yes.” The crying had stopped for some time. “I’m okay.”
— Are you still unsure if Smurf’s around?

Yvonne was gazing at The Moon, a distant look in her eyes.
“Not anymore,” she finally replied. “He’s here.”

HERE NAO.

Yvonne was smiling again. So was Smurf.

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She bought a favourite antique, but didn’t expect THIS bonus gift from Spirit!

These are a few of my favourite things:
Music. (Most) animals. Peppermint tea. The smell of rain. My brother’s AWESOME hand-made chocolate ice cream. What are yours?

And if people can have favourite things, can spirits, too?

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Friday evening, several years ago. I was 13, tagging along with my parents as we shopped at the mall. We were in no rush, and somehow ended up in an antique furniture shop.

I fell in love with a vintage camera, of a model that I’d grown up seeing but which had slowly disappeared over the years as sleeker versions emerged in the market.

Once she saw my interest, the shopkeeper offered a 90% discount (I’m not kidding), and was practically pleading with us to buy it.

So we did, and I placed my new buy on the night table beside my bed. Later, while dozing off, I wondered how something so rare could be so affordable.

That night and the next three nights, I found out why.

Night terrors. A sense I was being watched as I slept. Vivid dreams of a pale, unknown face staring at me. A woman’s voice, singing beside my bed every night at 3 am.

After that, I placed the camera back in its box and kept it in the storeroom. I was disappointed but frankly, terrified.

*          *          *

Fast forward to 2013. As I grew, I learnt how to use my spiritual gifts for the highest good, and gained a better understanding of Spirit.

The camera had long been forgotten, still kept in the storeroom.

It was late at night. I was surfing the net and came across an article on the topic of antiques and how, sometimes, they come with spirits. Not the evil, cursed ghosts that the media loves to sensationalise – but the owners who, when they were alive, cherished their favourite possessions. Just like you and I.

For some reason, my mind drifted to that camera.
I’m sure its previous owner was waiting for that moment!:)

She practically CHARGED into my space. Shocks of light blitzed across my inner eye, over and over again, and each time I saw her rapidly drawing closer. I sensed her excitement, her joy – finally, Kelly understands me! – as she approached. I couldn’t help but smile.

This was no demon, but a little old lady, immaculately groomed with a hairdo like Lucy’s from the TV show ‘I Love Lucy’, except her hair was all white. She walked with an energetic, yet dainty stride: a very lovable spirit.

She smiled kindly at me and I thought to myself: THIS was the spirit that scared the s*** out of me all those years ago?

Then the scene changed. We’d gone back to the past, and were standing in a large living room, decorated lavishly in the Peranakan style. There I saw the old lady, seated on an ornate antique rosewood chair and pointing the camera – her camera – at a vase of pink hydrangeas beside her.

Welcome to my home, dear! My name is Eileen, she said.

Eileen clicked the button and took a picture of the hydrangeas, her face beaming proudly. Then she set the camera down on her lap and looked at it meditatively.

They don’t make good cameras like these anymore, she said gently. My son purchased this for me when he saw how much I loved my flowers, and how sad I would become when they wilted. Take photographs, Mum! He would say. Then they will live forever.

Eileen smiled fondly, her gaze upon the hydrangeas, the camera on her lap.

Quietly, she began to sing.

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