Maybe sometimes “the third time’s a charm” is accurate. I’m not quite sure, although in the reading I had yesterday, the psychic told me she had contacted my son and assured me that he was now in the light and okay. She went on to tell me about his personality and the talents he had. I would say she was right on target with these at least 90% of the time. The other 10% I can’t be sure of, as I doubt I knew all of his innermost feelings.

BUT, (okay nannihe, call me a badger) I wanted verifiable names. I asked who he was with, if he had anyone here in particular he wanted to acknowledge. She couldn’t give me any, but did offer to refund her fee because she felt as though she wasn’t giving me what I needed. I told her I didn’t want a refund because I thought she was honest and doing her best. After all, any dishonest person could have done some research and come up with names, so I think that speaks for itself.

I recently finished reading a few books, Afterlife Encounters, by Dianne Arcangel, Reaching Through the Veil to Heal, by Linda Drake, and We Are Their Heaven, (really helpful), by Allison DuBois, and am now reading Practical Praying, by John Edward. I’ve also been re-reading some of my older spiritual books, called “New Age” books at the bookstores. In several of them I’ve read that sometimes after connecting through a psychic or medium with someone who has passed, the person getting the reading is more open to receiving messages from that loved one firsthand.

Bearing that in mind, and the fact that my prayers always include a request to be able to hear from my son, this is what happened this morning. I was still in bed, awake but not “wide” awake – I guess what some refer to as that “in-between state”. I heard “I love you” said quietly from behind me. At first I thought it was my husband and he was speaking so softly because he thought I was still asleep. Then it dawned on me that I was close to the edge of the bed, which rests beside the wall. There was no one behind me. DAMN! Okay… let the badger pick this apart...

Was I dreaming, was it wishful thinking? Why couldn’t I have heard “I love you Mom”?? Maybe because he said every day he said to me, “I love you”, never, “I love you Mom”? DUH! – Stupid badger!