Rachel, are you listening?

August 15th, 2009

The red light seemed like eternity. My fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. Over the radio it was announced and that I’d soon be answering questions from callers at the top of the hour. My foot slammed on the gas pedal as soon as the signal turned green. Still another 10 minutes before airtime. I took the risk and sped through town swerving around cars.
Slow down. My guidance insisted. There is enough time.
I ignored this advice; onward full throttle, until I came upon the bumper of a SUV with a license plate that read LISTEN.
“Okay….Okay,” I called out, “I hear you!”
My foot slid off the pedal when I saw the squad car sitting conspicuously off the main road, pointing a radar gun toward oncoming traffic.
“Thank you!” I sighed, smiling in gratitude. I had just finished traffic school a few weeks ago for a prior speeding ticket and vowed to obey the law walking out of class. Yet just like a speed junky, old habits die-hard without thought to the consequences.
As my guidance had promised I arrived at the studio with time to spare. Still, I jumped over double steps up the stairwell and threw open the door. Radio hosts, Janet and Tom, were seated in the studio reporting the morning news. One smiled as I took off my coat and quickly slid into my chair, with pen and paper in preparation for my first reading. A deep inhale, I closed my eyes before receiving my first caller.
“We have Rachel on the line,” Tom announced, “Do you have a question for Laura Lee?”
“Ah, yes, Laura…I attended one of your Spirit Salons and didn’t get a chance to ask you what you may see for me and my husband in the coming year.”
“Thanks Rachel for coming out to see me and I appreciate your call,” I said, “I see a woman on your right side which would indicate a mother figure; it is also possible that’s she’s a mother in-law. Does that make sense to you?
“Yeah, my mother-in-law is on the other side.”
I nervously scribbled lines across my note pad back and forth. “She is showing me shifting beneath your feet which causes me to believe you and your husband feel like you’re not on solid ground. Do you understand?
“Mmmmm, I think we’re good,” she said pensively, “I feel like we’re pretty solid.”
I set my pen down to allow more information to filter through.
“She is indicating this as a job and or career change for your husband. She is showing me more than one job. There might be several. One appears to be a part-time, which requires additional schooling. This particular opportunity may become more permanent as a result. Does this resonate?”
“Uhhh, no. He isn’t going back to school. So I’m not sure what you’re referring to exactly.”
I’m shifting in my seat now. And on another inhale, I closed my eyes and ask the mother-in-law to offer confirmation to Rachel. And boom, just like that, I have it from her.
“I hear the name Jack,” I said. “Is there someone around you with that name?”
“That’s my husband’s name.”
“Well, that’s your confirmation then that what she’s telling us is true…. that he will be returning to school and this will put him in position for a more permanent position.”
“Ohhhh, yes,” she said giggling, “Jack was a substitute teacher and they have asked him to come on full-time.”
Radio host, Tom, threw his hands in the air. Janet, his co-host, shook her head.
Good then,” I said, “it makes sense now. Tell your husband his Mom has intervened in your prayers. This new career path will provide you the solid foundation you’ve both been seeking for a long time. I’m happy to hear you both will be experiencing better times. What a blessing, because she also claims you’re soon covered by necessary insurances, steady income, and other benefits as well. All this will allow you to relax about your finances in the coming year….and even in years to come.”
“Yes,” she said, “it hasn’t been exactly riches, but we’re not on the street either.”
“It sounds promising Rachel,” Tom intercepted, “we’re happy for you and appreciate your call.”
A commercial recording cuts in as we take off our headphones to talk.
“Does this happen to you all the time?” Tom quizzed, thoroughly exasperated, “I mean, why don’t they just listen?!”
“Good question,” I said. “If they don’t listen to themselves, what makes you think they’ll hear it from a professional?”
“But why then do they call for advice?” questioned Janet.
“I believe spirit will always find a way to get the message across, particularly if it’s for our highest good. Sometimes I deliver messages that my clients instinctively or intuitively know. Such as Rachel, she just wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet.”
“And why wouldn’t we?” Tom inquired. My mind wandered to the license plate incident on my way to the studio and how I eventually heeded the call.
“If we really listen and make a decision based on that guidance, we are more likely to be held accountable for our actions. Personally, that is a lot of power to behold. It takes courage to live in that space because we charter unknown territory.” I paused to reflect on the thought and added, “This presents a very scary situation for most people, because then they live in the unknown realm. Yet to live in the now, heeding your hearts call, the pay off has dividends. Just like it did for Rachel and her husband. Usually, that pay off, is real good.”

Laura Lee is scheduled to open for James Van Praagh at the Journey Expo in Kirtland, Ohio on Sunday, September 13 at 10 am.

You Were There For Her

July 10th, 2008

Besides my headlights, the only source of light came from a crescent moon. It was dark as I made my way down the lleestraight and narrow country road. The fields were barely seeded. So even in darkness, I could see up to a few miles across the Midwestern plains. Enya bellowed from the radio: a most appropriate tone set for spirit communication.

Approximately two miles up, I see a car pull onto the road towards me. Our headlights meet. And that’s when I saw someone fall to the ground, in the light, on the road stretched before me. My foot hit the brake. Then they picked themselves up only to fall back to the ground. The other car passed. Didn’t they see them? My eyes were glued to the road in search of a body when I’m transported to a drive up window of a fast food chain. I see the server behind the window take cover. Someone from behind shouts, “Get down! He’s shooting!!…..Oh my God, she’s down!”

In seconds, I’m back in my car pulled over on the shoulder. My eyes strain to see her…or anyone for that matter. And I don’t. Chills run down my spine. Then it dawned on me that she was the one shot.

God, I don’t like that vision. I hope that isn’t in my future.

“It’s not,” came a reply, in a girl’s voice, “she saw me fall.”

Who saw you fall?

“The woman you are going to talk to tonight.”

I felt relieved that this scene wasn’t going to play out for me. Or had it really? It sure seemed real for me.

When I arrived at the home of my guest host, everyone sat ready to make contact with the other side. I informed the group to throw out any expectations of who they think will show up. And to remain open to the possibilities for their highest good. Before I can even complete an invocation, a girl appeared. She relayed the scene for me to share with others in the room.

To my left, a woman cried out, “I saw her there….die alone.” Her head fell forward so no one could see her weep. Meanwhile her husband gets up from his chair and left the room. I don’t think he can handle it.

I see a woman greeted her in the moment of her passing. I believe it to be her grandmother on the other side. She wants you to know that she wasn’t alone…in a way, you were there for her too. You both were.

“I watched her being shot in our headlights,” she continued, “I felt helpless that I didn’t do anything.”

And she says there was nothing more you could have done for her…

The woman sat in tears. My host dashed over with a tissue for her friend.

“I just thought I could,” wiping her nose, “you know?” She cried.

It sounds like you can help by forgiving yourself. That will release you both from that tragic moment.

Silence fell upon the group.

She nodded her head, “thank you.”

No, the spirit says “thank you…”

The woman’s husband returned to his seat and rested his hand upon her shoulder.