The Bridge

My husband and I are lucky to have many wonderful friends in our life. One of our dearest couple friends is D & B. They have always been so supportive of my gift and so open to hearing my experiences. Because of how open they are, it is easy for me to read them. It’s not like I try, but their loved ones are always around them. When we get together for dinner, D always brings up one of the most memorable readings I did for him, and how shocked he was to get a message from someone he looked up to when he was a child.

When we meet with D & B, we usually meet for drinks then go to dinner. This particular night, we went for Sushi. We love Niko Niko in Rancho Santa Margarita. We do the usual catch up on what’s happening in each other’s lives. Then D says he has a question about a dream he had when he was a little boy, and it has always bothered him. I said tell me about the dream and I will try to help you figure it out.

When D was a little boy his neighbor died and D really looked up to this man. This man’s death really had an impact on D. Then he said he had a dream and his neighbor was standing with him on a bridge. As D is telling me this, I can feel the static chill on the right side of my body and then I see a man standing next to me. I ask D to stop talking for a second because I had a male spirit with me who was eager to give him a message. Then in a flash, this spirit showed me the dream. He put me on the bridge with him and D as a little boy.

I said to D, this is what he is showing me: I am on the bridge, you are a small blonde boy, the man is standing there next to you. He is wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. What he is wearing is important because that is how you used to see him all the time. Working on his car in his garage, with dirty clothes, and messy dark hair. D then says, that is exactly how he saw him. Then the man says to me, “I came to him in his dream because I know my death was affecting him and he had a hard time at the wake seeing me in a suit and tie, and my hair combed nice.” And then he told me his name was James.

I tell D everything that the man is saying and he can’t believe it. D always wondered why James came to him, since James had a family of his own, and he was just the kid next door. Now he knows. James came to him to try and give D closure, which is hard to understand for a small child, but now he has his closure all of these years later.

This was an amazing experience for me. It was the first time I had been “transported” spiritually to a place and time, to help a spirit with his message. I am always learning and I am amazed at how strong my abilities are. It also gives me a sense of pride to help a dear friend.

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