Janie crossed over just a few months ago. When I reached out to her and asked her if she wanted to talk, I felt her energy as being friendly, enthusiastic, excited, and happy. It felt like she was still getting used to being in spirit and not in physical. I could see her looking at life in her house and beginning to run into the scene as if she were there, getting in on all the action. She makes a squeaky happy vocalization when she's excited or wants to talk. The overwhelming feeling I get from her is happiness. She is excited about everything and has no fears, regrets, or sadness. She's such a bright light! "Hi Janie, I'm Josh," I introduced myself. "I know," she said a bit shyly, or at least in a small, girly voice. "Did you know you are on the Speak! site so people can talk with you?" I asked. "Yes! I'm with my brothers!" I felt a deep connection between her and them. They loved being together and this excitement about being here together came through. She elaborated, "I learned about being a cat from them and they learned about being a dog from me." At this point I felt that in other lives they were also together and the roles were reversed — Janie was the cat and they were the dogs. I began to doubt that I had actually heard or seen that and thought maybe I made it up. Janie then said in a cute, high, feminine voice, "You can do it Josh. You won't let us down." "Ok, thank you." I focused on that last part again and it did feel like they had shared several lives together. "So it's true?" I asked. "Of course!" she said. "Can you show me who you were?" I inquired. I got a vision of a white bull terrier, a black and white cat, and an orange cat with similar coloring as she had in this past life. I originally also saw a collie, but I wasn't sure if she was showing another of her lives or one of her brother's. I was about to ask and she quickly said, "Yep, that's me, too!" "I loved all my lives," she said, beating me to my next question. "These are just a few." "What did you like most about your life as Janie?" I see popcorn? I see a long, shady, tree-lined sidewalk and felt she loved walks and the smells and fresh air. Then suddenly there was cigarette smoke from somewhere and as soon as she smelled it, she turned away. I also saw some street performers in the park. It was a festive atmosphere and she was fascinated, but preferred to watch it all from someone's arms. "These are just some favorite memories. I have many of them" she said. "Just feeling all the love was the best." I asked, "What else do you want to talk about, Janie?" Pause. Then, "I have a secret." She kind of swayed side to side like a schoolgirl when she said this. "Really? What's your secret?" "We know each other. From a different life." I again began to doubt what I was hearing again. But she continued. "You were an old lady who was always very kind to me. We would see each other often, passing on the street." I got a vision of a lady, hunched over from age, bending down to greet a dog. My doubts persisted. I felt like I was getting a bit tangled up in my thoughts and so I said, "I don't think I'm going to write any of this." Janie replied, "It's ok, then it will remain our secret." I decided to write it after all. The information came from somewhere for some reason and since I can't confirm either way its accuracy, I thought I should just write it down. I see Janie coming over and sitting in front of me. It felt like something she would often do and was good at when she wanted to get someone's attention — coming over and sitting in front of them, looking up expectantly into their eyes. "Yes?" I asked her. "Do you have something more to say?" "Your doubts are not doing you any good," she told me. "You are confusing your thoughts by putting pressure on yourself to get it right. If you just let it flow, it will be much clearer." I could feel this assessment was probably true. I thought maybe I should say goodbye, as my mind still felt the entanglement. I wanted to give her a chance to say any other messages. "Anything more you want to say, Janie?" "Tell my family I'm still here with them. When the cats are playing, I'm there, too. I have only love and good memories of our time together. And those times will continue one day, I am certain. I'm here now to fill the home with as much love as possible, so that you can heal from the pain and one day feel all the joy that life has to offer." "Thank you Janie, that's really beautiful!" I said. "Thank you for the talk and all the happiness and love you bring to the world." I see her jumping almost straight up in the air with joyful happiness. Feedback:The feedback I got after sending this conversation to her people was mixed. Since they had only had her for a couple of years, they could only speak to the time she was with them, and said I did get her interactions with her cat brothers right and maybe some other things. But they also shared more details about Janie's life up until that point and it had been very rough, contributing to her low energy, health issues, and desire to stay indoors, safely at home. This didn't at all sound like the Janie I connected with. I was confused. Maybe I got it all wrong? As I thought about it, trying to explain what could have happened in a letter to the family, I had a eureka moment and realized exactly why I had the conversation I did! You can read about the realization and the incredible way this experience unfolded in my journal entry over here.
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