I schedule my sessions so I can take a break to walk through the neighbourhood. What a wonderful way to clear my head. As I meander down tree-lined streets, I occasionally glance at a house, as if thereís some connection between me and someone living there. And for a moment, I stop and wonderÖ
Recently I talked by Skype with Renee, an elegant, middle-aged lady with a thick head of dark hair. She smiled as she introduced herself, then gestured to her adult son, sitting behind her.
"Can Bruceó" She stopped, flustered. "I mean Tedó"
The young man narrowed his eyes and stared at his mother.
"Ted," she repeated with a shake of her head. "I donít know why I said that." Then she turned to me. "Can Ted sit in on my session?"
Ted acted like this was the last place he wanted to be. I closed my eyes and began to centre myself, asking my guides to allow me to help this woman and her son. Instantly, I felt a strong connection to a male energy. "Iím getting the sense that he was a strong man. Heís making me feel strapping in my chest. Was he a personal trainer?"
"Yes," Renee said. "That was my son, Bruce. Tedís twin."
"Bruce is telling me his head hurts. A blood vessel burst in his brain. It was totally unexpected. It happened in the gym. There was nothing anyone could doÖ"
"Yes," Renee answered. Bruce came through with several messages for his mother and when he mentioned Ted, the young manís ears pricked up.
"Bruce is showing me a bowling ball," I said.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "I havenít felt much like doing that since he died. Sometimes heíd go to the bowling alley with me and shoot pool while I played in my league."
At the end of the session, I felt compelled to stay and chat with Renee to comfort her. Being a mother myself, I could only imagine how difficult it was to lose a child.
"I donít know why I called Ted by his brotherís name," she said. "Iíve never done that."
"I think that was his way of letting you know he was here," I said. "His presence was very strong." In fact, I saw him in my mindís eye so clearly, I couldíve described him down to the buttons on his flannel shirt.
"Iíve never been to a medium before," Renee said. "One of the reasons I felt comfortable about making an appointment with you is your office is located two streets away from where Bruce lived. He always told me how much he liked living in this area. Everyone is so friendly."
I felt a chill as I bid adieu to my clients, then gazed out the window. I felt Bruceís presence still with me. Heíd lived in my neighbourhood. I mightíve seen him jogging. My cart mightíve passed his in the grocery store. Could I have said hello to him while out for one of my walks?
Down the street, a portly fellow in a Jays t-shirt was mowing his lawn. He stopped for a moment to chat with a young woman and her daughter, who was walking a beagle. The dog sniffed the manís ankle, then sniffed around the grass as if it was hoping to find a bone. I didnít know the woman and her daughter, but the man had helped me start my car a few winters back. I decided to walk over and say hi to them. Itís important to appreciate your neighbours. Bruce wouldíve liked that.