“Brother-in-law Steals the Show”
After writing and posting the conversation with the rocks talking, I signed back on to my room only to find that I was being called upon to lead a free group reading. This means that about 30-40 people are flooding my chat room and having to wait for 10 minutes before it begins. 2:00AM, and I’m having to handle the crowd.
Thank goodness everyone was respectful in this bunch. Sometimes I do believe that groups come in mistakenly thinking that they are attending the Super Bowl. Constantly typing and yelling “ME! ME! PICK ME!”
As I am talking to the group, with new ones coming in at every moment, I give my usual pitch of “Thank you everyone for coming in and for your greeting. After you have typed your ‘greeting’, please sit back and relax. Be giving a shout out to your loved ones in spirit and/or be thinking of that one question you wish to ask if I am led to go with the ‘gift of sight’ part of the gift.”
Usually, I am having to remove a couple of partiers from the group, but tonight, everyone was really calm. Thank goodness. Because as I’m talking I am noticing a young boy stepping through my spirit door.
“Uh oh. Who are you? Do you belong to someone here?” He just wiggled from side to side, bending over, touching his knees, and standing up straight. This one was going to be a handful.
Usually, it is a grandparent or another older relative who pays a visit during a group reading. When I see a child spirit, my alerts go up. Sometimes they just come running through because I open my spirit door and allow visitors.
As I’m trying to concentrate on crowd control and talking my guests, I am talking to him. “Do you belong to someone here? Who are you? Give me a month. Don’t just be smiling at me. Step aside if you are just here to visit me, please. Let the others step through, okay?”
It was time to begin.
“Alright folks,” and I sat back to give my usual intro of what I do and what usually happens in the group reading. “Right now, I’m not sure what to say. I have a young boy who has short brown hair. He’s in his early teens, like 12-13ish. He may be a tall 10 years old. He’s giving me the month of August? maybe October? (Finally. “Thank you,” I reply to him as I’m smiling back.) And the month of November and the number 3. He died when he was this age. So if anyone can take this description, go ahead and text.”
Two people responded. Okay, here goes. So I started with the first one to respond. “Please, tell me how you take the info that I just gave.”
“Many people have passed away in my life.”
Because I know how bizarre what I do really is and how people’s emotions can just run the gamut, I run a tight ship when it comes to sticking to the info that I have been given and staying focus. It happens that many times people will respond trying to make the info fit or trying to draw my attention to themselves and yet not be able to take what I’ve said. Alas, there are at times the troublemakers that come through too.
My alerts went up with her response. “Wrong answer,” I replied.
She quickly responded, “I just recently lost my friend. I met her when I was ten.”
“My condolences to you.” Trying to test her and not remind her of the info I gave her, I asked, “How do you take the rest of it?” She did not answer immediately.
“You know what, let me go to this next person for just a moment, thank you.” I called out but that person had left.
“Yes,” came a reply from the first person.
“Yes what?” I asked.
“She got murdered. Near the time of her death.”
“Please be sure not to give me info that I have not said. It means they have not shown it to me. Do you mean that one of the months is near the time of her death?” I knew that this was not going to her. The young boy was just bending over and standing up as if he was laughing and having a good time with it all. He was not stepping closer or giving me anymore information. I thought perhaps that this person’s best friend wore her hair very short and acted like a tomboy. I was really trying to make sure I was not missing something. “How did she wear her hair when she was 10?”
“Can you be a bit more descriptive?” I knew that I had given that info out.
“Wait, long. But she wore it like a boy.”
By the time this text had come through, another two had answered the call. Of the two, one had written, “It might be me. My grandmother started seeing my brother-in-law before she died. She died November 3.”
I was about ready to shut the whole thing down. Another one trying to make it fit. Did I say anything about a grandmother? I said a little boy! I took a deep breath and asked, “And how old was her brother-in-law when he passed?”
“About 12 years old,” she replied.
By this time, he is standing up and smiling with a nod of his head. Then I saw a little lady coming up behind him of about the same height. I described to her who I was seeing. “Was she really short?”
“Yes!” as if that was all the validation she needed.
“She’s wearing a pink dress,” I explained.
“Yes, buried her in it.”
By this time, I’m sighing a big sigh of relief. “Was her brother-in-law a real teaser? Love to tease and play tricks?”
“Oh yes. I believe that’s why they remembered him so much.”
“How do you take the month of October?” I was trying to remember everything I had said earlier.
“Grandmother went into a coma the last week of October.”
“I have a very tall, slender man. He has a hat and was a hard worker. His skin is that of one who worked outside in the hot sun. Is this grandfather?”
“Yes, her husband. He was a carpenter and a rancher.”
“They are telling me how proud they are of you because you seem to be the one who keeps the family spirit going. You are the hub of the wheel when it comes to family. Can you take this?”
“They are showing me a framed picture of them as a couple. Do you have this?”
“I thank you and many blessings to you. I must end the demo now.”
By this time, Pebbles, my chihuahua, was sensing the little boy. He was playing with her and I needed to break that up. She was getting a bit anxious by his antics. So I explained this to the audience. “I need to take a break so I can break this little show up.” I said laughing as if it was something I do daily.
“Thank you so much. So special.”
“You’re welcome. Good night one and all. Blessings.”
She was kind enough to leave a testimonial: “I felt a great pull to log in……., been thinking of my grandparents lately. I entered Lynda’s demo and was happily surprised to find a message for me from them through Lynda’s gift of mediumship! I’m so grateful for her insight and highly recommend her!”