Today I worked with a woman whose boyfriend passed suddenly and tragically three years ago. His spirit shined brightly as he spoke.
"Please tell her I'm glad she put on my hat; I asked her to wear it!"
At the scene of his physical death, rescue workers collected his hat along with a few other personal affects. She took these and tucked them away, but, prior to our session, felt guided to wear the hat.
"I don't know why. I just wanted to wear it. So he IS speaking to me. I can believe he's okay. He is speaking. He's okay."
More than okay, his spirit danced. "Tell her I love her. Always. Nothing will end that. Hat's off to love."
Heaven speaks! Soft, subtle, in the quiet, in our dreams. Listen. Love lives. Love.