Talk To The Dead?

Winifred sat in a back corner of the room.  It was dark and dank, and there were a few candles lit.  She was scared.  This was the first séance she had ever attended and did not know what to expect.

It was a howling fall day outside.  Winter had begun to lay a wicked wind upon the city.  She had no desire to rush out of the warm room in which she sat. 

 

Just as she finished that thought, the room began to chill.  It had been quite snug before, but now it seemed she could hardly control her teeth from chattering.  She drew her shawl tighter about her neck.

The room continued to chill.  Her friend Gertrude turned to her and said, “What the heck is happening?”  As she did white air came out of her mouth.  The room’s air was so much colder than her breath, it showed.

Finally the medium in attendance began to speak.  This medium looked every bit the part of someone who keeps one foot in another realm.  Her long dark hair, parted in the middle, tumbled deeply past her shoulders.  Her skin was milky white.

Winifred and Gertrude felt they had waited an interminable amount of time.  Yet the clock reflected only 3 minutes had passed when the medium began to speak.

“A large man presents himself before me.  He is at least 6 feet 4 inches in height holding a few extra pounds in his stomach.   His hair is white and messy.  He says he is the father.   He mentions a G name, something like Geraldine, ah, Gwyneth, Gertrude?  ” 

Gertrude jolted and grabbed Winifred’s hand.  Trembling from the cold and her fear, she stammered. 

“M, m, m, m, meee!  That’s me.  I am –“ her voice went very low.  “Gertrude.”  It seemed she was afraid to announce herself lest her father’s ghost come right to her and sit on her lap.

The medium was nonplussed.  “He says he is fine now.  He forgives you.  He says, he seems to be saying, something about his funeral.  Did you not properly arrange for his funeral the way he wanted it?  He seems to be referring to his funeral.”

 

Gertrude was unable to speak, so finally, Winifred spoke for her instead.  “Yes, there was no money for the proper burial he had asked to have.  Gertrude had him cremated instead.”

Gertrude was crying now.  Her father forgave her.  She was so relieved.  For months after his sudden heart attack she had been frightened to even to go sleep at night, lest he visit her. 

She had not taken care of his last wish.  He had asked for a burial and got a cremation instead. 

Today was her day of atonement.  She was forgiven.

The medium continued, “He says he will come to visit you now in your dreams.  You are safe.”

The room continued to blaze in a shimmering blue cold for the duration of the two hour live séance.  Message after message was delivered by the mediums in attendance.

For Gertrude and Winifred this was a momentous occasion.  A troubling event had been put to rest so peace could prevail.

NOTE:  Laura Mendelsohn is available for private channeled sessions, spiritual psychic readings,  mediumship, Law of Attraction Miracle Method, Channeling GodSpeak, Psychic Creativity, Psychic Mediumship and Soul Work coaching.    She can be reached at (954) 465-7338 or PsychicMediumLaura@Gmail.com.