True story, in keeping with Samhain eve.
I woke up briefly around three a.m. to take a drink of water from the glass on my bedside table. My husband woke up also and left the room to get a glass of water. While I was waiting for him to come back to bed a male voice I didn’t recognize spoke with sympathy, near my ear, “Aww, did your cousin Michael die?” I said only, “No, I think I would have heard.” The question was the first thing spoken, and it felt like he was trying to sympathize. I wasn’t fearful or upset at all, just sleepy.
My husband entered the room just then and said, “Who were you talking to?” I told him, “Oh, a spirit male asked me if my cousin Michael died. I’m sure he didn’t, but I wonder why he said that?” My husband said, “Uh-oh, Mike senior or junior?” “No clue”, I mumbled, as I was drifting back to sleep.
Then it suddenly hit me that my second cousin, Mike junior, has an old, restored black hearse that he turned into a sausage and hot dog vending business called Death Dog in Salem, Oregon. He has a giant, neon hot dog in a bun on top of the hood of the hearse. Bingo! The male spirit knew about that hearse for some reason. Either he picked it out of my sleeping brain, or, he had seen me looking at photos of my cousin’s hearse a few months ago on social media. Either way, he used that information to try to find common ground.
During my meditation the next morning, I spoke to that spirit, telling him he may not contact me when I am sleeping or come into my bedroom at all as it was strictly off-limits, but he was welcome to contact me during my morning meditation if he wanted to talk. I thought he left, as I didn’t hear from him for an entire week.
A few days later there was a gentle and respectful knocking on the wall outside my bedroom. It woke me up, then repeated the knocks twice more. I didn’t respond because I had already told him when I might be available, and it didn’t happen again. He may still drop by, though…
I don’t get names of spirits consistently yet. I usually just get a first initial, so far. But I didn’t even get that and was kicking myself that I had been so surprised I forgot to even ask! I had been sleeping deeply just before he arrived so I was groggy. When spirit speaks to a good clairaudient medium, whole names are possible. I am learning, but I need more practice.
Late note:
I did find out the male spirit’s name a couple months after this post, while doing practice readings with another medium! She told me a male spirit named Farmer had been a frequent visitor to my home and that Farmer thought mediumship was about the best thing ever. I couldn’t take his name at the time, but the medium said just don’t forget about the name Farmer as you will be hearing from him, probably a lot. I completely forgot, but luckily had jotted a note in my journal.
One day I was researching county records on our home, as it had just turned 100 years old. It was so amazing to read that orchardist John “Farmer” (and his wife) owned and lived in our home for twenty years, from 1940 to 1960 😃. At first I couldn’t figure out why their last name seemed so familiar. Then it hit me. I even found a photo of them online and a mention that they lived on this property. And that, my friends, is why I have so much respect for mediumship.
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