over the speed limit. I chose not to say anything. This would have only upset her more.
“Laura, I can hardly handle this. Ruth and Mike were over visiting us last night. They never made it back home from our place. I can’t believe they’re gone. How are those poor children going to cope with losing both parents? Who’s going to take care of them?”
As she talked, I closed my eyes and went to Spirit. The children were with an elderly couple.
“They will live with their grandparents,” I said.
While consoling Nina, I could feel a strong presence lurking in the kitchen. By evening the disturbances from earlier in the day had ceased. Crawling into bed, I noticed something odd. In the corner of the pink carpeted bedroom floor was a piece of bread.
“What on earth is going on here? Who put this bread on my bedroom floor?
I crawled out of bed to take a better look. The middle of the bread was missing. It looked as if someone had used a heart shaped cookie cutter.
While examining the evidence, I lifted the bread, only to discover the Roman number “II” was etched into the carpet, underneath the bread. In a moment of anxiety, I dropped the bread.
Above the bread a number “two” and the letter “X” were imprinted side by side. Six inches below the bread was a solid heart, drawn into the rug. Another six inches down was the Roman numeral IV slightly tilted to the right.
Immediately I understood the meaning. “Two X” represents the couple killed. A piece of bread represents the bread of life. The hollow heart over the “II” signifies their love for the two children. Solid heart represents the love they shared. Slanted numeral four reflects their fatality minutes before the fourth of the month.
I spent much of the evening in prayer and meditation.
“Spirit, please allow me to meet with the souls, who are leaving these messages. Watch over us, protect us,” I begged.
While sleeping I slipped into astral travel. There was a heavy dense fog, making navigation awkward. Black iron gates and fencing could be seen in the distance. Beyond the gate was a dark ancient style building, with a purple dome. A breathtaking sunrise filled the morning sky.
Finally I arrived at an elegant gate. My main focus was to meet up with the restless souls. This environment was peaceful and inviting, I wanted more. While attempting to step through the gate, an invisible energy forced me backwards through a tunnel. My body jumped with the impact of my arrival.
After this experience, I was unable to sleep. First thing in the morning, I called Nina.
“Hi, how are you doing?” I asked.
“Not so great. I’m going to Ruth and Mike’s funeral this afternoon.”
“Do you have a minute? I have something neat to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“I had some unusual spiritual disturbances linked to Ruth and Mike going on yesterday. Last night I had found a very descriptive message in my bedroom. This involved bread and drawings in the rug. Ruth and Mike used bread to symbolize the bread of life. Most of the message reflected love.”
“Last night while sleeping, I astral travelled to the other side. I ended up at the gates of Heaven, for the first time in my life.”
“Did you see them?”
“No, I was pulled away and sent back to my body, while attempting to step through the gate.”
“Can you go back tonight and try to find them?”
“I shouldn’t push the limits after being sent back. I don’t know what the consequences would be.”
“What if there was something else they needed to tell you?”
“They’ll have to leave me a message.”
“If anything else happens, let me know,” said Nina.
“Okay,” I responded.
Later on in the morning, I bumped into Constable Zach, who also knew Ruth.
“Hi, Constable Zach. Did the driver of the truck have enough alcohol in his system to successfully charge him with impaired driving?”
“Who have you been talking to? Who leaked you that information? That’s classified police information.”
“Nobody leaked anything to me.”
“Laura, you have way too much information on this. Who were you talking to? The family doesn’t even know about this.”
“Constable Zach, I swear I didn’t talk to anyone. I’ve been like this since childhood
Chapter 3
SPIRIT GUIDES
My Spirit Guides
Mary Ellen
I first encountered Mary Ellen as a teenager. I did not know her name until much later. However, I was very aware of her presence just the same. It was she who saved me from falling into an open drain hole. I was out for a walk, not really paying attention to my surroundings when a loud decisive voice ordered me to ‘Stop’. Two steps ahead, somebody had removed the grate off a drain hole.
For many years, I could only hear a female’s voice belt out various verbal warnings.
“Watch out,” a voice warned, saving me from being struck by a car.
Mary Ellen physically appeared to me years later. I had just woken up to discover a yellow beam floating in the room. The beam morphed into a beautiful dark haired, fair skinned lady of approximately forty. She wore a golden yellow gown with a matching bonnet. Her clothing style would be of the early 1900’s. She looked smiling at me. “Hello,” she said. I instantly recognized her voice.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Mary Ellen,” I understood through telepathy.
Dan
One evening, I was busy reading a client at the Capri Restaurant. A male spirit guide kept reappearing. After being interrupted three more times, I stopped the reading.
“Excuse me Sir, I need to stop your reading for a few minutes. An unfamiliar spirit guide is trying to communicate. Please sit quietly. I need a couple of minutes.”
Now the guide was hovering slightly above the table top in midair. He displayed himself from head to shoulders. A flame-like golden aura surrounded his white silhouetted body. This balding, blue-eyed male was roughly fifty years old. It took time to focus on his fair facial features. He spelled his name out one letter at a time mid-air D A N. After Dan’s amazing introduction, he vanished for a couple days.
Dan regularly appears to me in full color or black and white. I’ve seen him wearing jeans, a shirt, a jacket and cap. Other times he wears a robe. I noticed him wearing glasses. Glasses are scholarly on the other
