Over the last two weeks on this Blog/Video Log, I've shared with you how I've been blessed by spirit reaching out to help and protect me during some of the more challenging moments in my life. This week, I'd like to share with you one more story where a gentleman who had recently passed away was protecting his wife by reaching across the veil between life and death.
This particular event took place when my husband, Frank and I were traveling in New Zealand in 2005. We had always longed to go there knowing how truly beautiful it is in so many ways. For our accommodations we preferred farm stays and home stays as this gave us the opportunity to make friends and have more personal interactions. New Zealand's people are bright, intelligent, creative and kind. The landscape is spectacular. And for me, as a working psychic, I was amazed and delighted to discover that my clairvoyant function was extremely heightened every day that we were there. I was able to avert danger, interact with nature and sense the presence of spirit at a much more profound level.
The story, that I'd like to share with you now, took place after we had crossed from one "island" to the next. At the ferry station we decided to take a taxi van with several other travelers to our separate destinations in the area. I helped the driver load our luggage into his enclosed trailer. Then off we went. After dropping off most of the other tourists, but with still a few to go, we arrived at our destination, the home of a woman whom we had contacted a day or two before.
Frank jumped out to go to her door and be sure that we had arrived at the correct address and I got into the trailer with the cabby to sort out our bags and began placing them on the curb. Frank came and got a load of our cases and took them in. Then an older gentleman, presumably the husband of our hostess arrived on the curb full of appreciative and welcoming softly murmured comments. After a quick little exchange of smiles, I resumed my activity in the trailer and emerged a few moments later with the last of our bags. From the curb, I saw the elder gentleman enter the front door of the home and I then followed after him.
Once inside, I met our hostess, who was just showing Frank to our room, right near the entrance. I went on into the room to freshen up while she invited Frank to come upstairs and see the kitchen. After showing Frank around, she then went up to the third level to resume watching a very exciting tennis match on the telly, and invited us to join her, if we'd like, once we had settled in.
After looking around, Frank returned downstairs and I asked how he liked meeting her husband. Frank was nonplussed by this and said that her husband and her two teen-aged children had all died the previous year in an automobile accident. Our hostess had shown him a photo of them. She also said that she was looking for a little more income and that we were her first home stay guests. It was right after that that she had excused herself to go upstairs to finish watching the game.
Hearing this I followed Frank up to the kitchen area to see the picture and there, in a photo, with two beautiful youngsters and our hostess beside him, was the older gentleman who had greeted me with smiles of welcome out in front of their home. Apparently the husband, unbeknownst to our hostess, had reached across the veil to greet us at the curb to see if wee would be suitable guests in their home. Evidently we passed his approval and received his welcome.
I am touched to know that our loved ones can help us not only in life, but also in death. They watch over us, whether we are aware of it or not, just making sure that all is well.
© Josephine Laing, 2015
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