Have certain developments unfolded in your life that seem to have been orchestrated by an intelligence or power higher than your own?
Looking back at that first communication with my father since his passing, it certainly seems to have been the case with regard to events that followed in fairly quick succession. Unbeknownst to each other, my adult daughter and I had both booked sessions with different intuitives around the same time. It was my only other reading since the unsuccessful attempt to connect with my dad years before.
Acting on a friend’s recommendation, Liv had made an appointment with a different intuitive. Like me, Liv had had only one prior reading—hers a decade before at a high school “senior night” party. Focused on questions about her career, she headed for a reading with this psychic only two weeks after mine with another.
I’d discovered this before the phone conversation with my dad and as it was ending I mentioned her upcoming appointment. He pledged to be there. At the time, I didn’t know the psychic’s name or location. He teased me that it would have been nice to get some directions. But apparently, he didn’t actually need any.
When Liv arrived for her reading, the woman pointed over to an empty space in her office and smiled. According to her, Liv’s “Baba” had shown up minutes before—as he ‘d put it, “raring to go.” He acknowledged to Liv that it was her reading, but said he hoped she wouldn’t mind if he communicated a few messages to me in the first minutes. Here was an unanticipated opportunity for me to receive input from him via this second messenger.
Maybe he felt compelled to make up for the disappointment and concern I felt not connecting all those years before. Or he was revved up now to take advantage of every possible chance to communicate. In any case, only a couple of months later, my dad would show up a third time to relay advice for me.
Liv was leading a company she’d created for General Mills, enjoying success in the corporate world, but also feeling a call to develop and honor her intuitive gifts, if only for personal purposes. She asked if I’d accompany her to a day-long demonstration of various kinds of psychic abilities. The presenters were two more local mediums—a mother and her grown daughter—regularly featured on a radio show out of Houston, Texas.
I agreed to go, figuring that we’d simply be observers. My dad had other plans. During a break-time, several audience members—chosen at random from numbers on their ticket stubs—each placed an object or photo into a separate large envelope. Simply holding the envelope with its unknown contents, the pair could “read” something about its owner or the person pictured; it’s known as a psychometric reading. Liv, by the way, had accurately predicted her ticket stub would be chosen from the many.
But when Liv’s turn came, the older woman asked her if the person sitting next to her was her mother. Liv nodded. Then, turning to me, she said that my father was standing at my shoulder and had expressed the hope she’d be willing to first let him communicate a message or two to me! I recall today one of his ardent messages, in particular, the same one repeated well over a decade later—just last January—by a collective of guides, aka Spirit:
Consider doing something outside the box. (As I’ve noted before, I can be a pretty slow learner!)
Little did we know that these “pop-ins” would become the norm in the years to come. Liv would soon commit to a psychic development course offered by these very presenters. The medium who had finally connected me with my dad would become a friend. And my understanding of the nature of so-called reality, particularly our ongoing connection to loved ones and guides on the Other Side, would alter dramatically, deeply enriching our lives.