Once I had eventually opened up to my gift and decided to use it to help others, I found that connections were formed very quickly between me and the spirit world. As a novice, I needed to perfect my gift, but being the first in the family to be blessed with the gift there was no one to turn to. I had to find somewhere I could practice my gift, and connect people with their deceased loved ones.<\/p>\n
I found a page on a social networking site some years ago now, where people just like me came together to practice their gift. Willing participants would allow us to connect with passed over relatives and in return for this they would support and give us honest feedback. This was just what I needed, a safe environment to grow and develop in. In time I would be giving anything up to ten readings a day. My gift was getting stronger and stronger as the information I was receiving from spirit was more personal and precise.<\/p>\n
I can recall one particular night; I had just logged off my laptop after doing several readings. As I stood up, my head spontaneously jerked backwards so fast that it made me dizzy. Once I regained balance and composure, I became aware of a small girl next to me. I could not see her, I could sense and here he soft quiet voice. She said to me \u201cI need to speak to mummy\u201d, I replied \u201cExcuse me?\u201d she repeated what she had previously said. I would be telling a lie if I said I wasn’t a little taken aback and alarmed at this point. Where did I even begin with this, and who was her mummy? Once again, I pulled myself together, and it suddenly dawned on me that I had to fire up my laptop again. This little girl had to be connected to someone online.<\/p>\n
I logged back into the page I worked on, and typed out a message. It was late already so I was not expecting a huge response. I explained that I had a little girl called Molly with me and she needed to speak to her mummy. Within seconds a reply flashed up from a lady asking me if I had any more information. She explained that her sister had a little girl called Molly, who had passed in a tragic accident. The lady said that her sister was not ready to speak to anyone, but she would relay the information to her.<\/p>\n
To anyone outside looking at this situation must have looked so bizarre, me sat at my desk typing at 1:00 AM and talking to what appeared to be nobody. At this point in the day I was too tired and more concerned with getting a message through from Molly to her grieving mother than to care what the odd passerby may think. I told Molly that I believed that I had found her Auntie and asked her what she would like to say to her mummy. She replied with \u201cI want her to know that I am safe and happy with granddad and that it was not her fault\u201d. At this point I stopped typing and said to Molly \u201cwhat was not her fault\u201d \u201cThe accident was not mummy’s fault, she blames herself for it\u201d. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. This poor woman not only has she lost her sweet little girl, but she blamed herself for this tragic accident. Molly proceeded to tell me that she had fallen off a climbing frame and had landed chin first. The impact had been so severe that she had broken her neck in three places. Molly\u2019s mum had been distracted for a split second by another child nearby. It was in that split second that Molly fell to the ground.<\/p>\n