A Miracle in Lexington

Here’s a story about faith, religion, spirituality, and God. If that's not your jam, feel free to shuffle along to your next regularly scheduled doom post.

For those who don’t know, I’m a psychic medium. What this means to those unfamiliar with such things is that I speak to Spirit, and Spirit speaks to me. This includes our dearly departed, but that also includes other spirits as well, but I’m not here to establish that to anyone who disbelieves.

As we’ve seen with our current political climate, if someone doesn’t want to believe something, they’ll do everything they can not to be moved.

As someone who leads a spirit-led life, I am very much guided by higher powers. This includes a recent development that’s happened over the past year - not only do I do this in front of crowds, but these abilities have grown to the point where I know what combination of items to bring to live events, not only as gifts to those still here in the world of the living, but undeniable evidence for everyone in attendance that we carry on.

On Thursday, February 20th, I hosted “An Evening with Spirit” at the Follen Church in Lexington, MA. A Universalist Unitarian Church, this space was beautiful! When we arrived, we were guided inside by our hosts and we received a small tour of the facility. This was another event where I was called to bring gifts for certain people in attendance.

This story’s not about that. I want to talk about evidence and a miracle that occurred that day that I just can’t explain.

To begin this story, I’m pretty good at asking for particular types of dreams. I asked for a dream to “educate” me the Sunday night before this event. I’ve been guided and taught by spirits in my dreams, and that night I had a doozy.

I was in a metaphysical store, and there was a short, ethnic woman who owned it. She had bright purple hair, and she was working with a crowd of people. I went out back to work on a project for her, and out of nowhere, a man appeared, telling her that he had a load of china to deliver. I went to help, and as I walked back through the shop, I was dressed all in white, but I had rainbow sneakers and a rainbow hat on.

Rainbows had been sticking with me, especially where they were placed on my body.

Fast forward to the morning at the Universalist Church. I woke up and felt the nudge to go to mass. Mind you, I’ve only been to a handful of church services before, and I don’t believe I’ve ever been to a Catholic mass. I had this undeniable pull to go, so I looked up a church near my stay and went to the Mary Queen of Peace church in Salem, NH.

I have a relationship with the Holy Mother, but I see her as something larger, more significant than just the story of Mary. That’s a story for another time, but one of the reasons my right arm is tattooed in roses. I can see past the surface of most stories and find deeper historical meanings and allegories. It works for me; it certainly doesn’t have to work for anyone else, and I was pulled to go.

I didn’t know what to do while there. Never been baptized, never had any of that jazz. I watched people standing, then sitting, participating in callbacks, and I just sat in the back row and did my best to participate. I have to say, church is weird for me. I have big problems with collective groupthink, and I had an opportunity to sit with that discomfort. If someone was finding connection and peace in ways that were strange to me, as long as they weren’t doing any harm, who am I to judge?

But the fascinating part about the experience. The sermon was about rainbows and God’s promise after the whole Noah’s Ark debacle. I thought about the dream with the rainbows on my feet and my head. After the mass, I lit a candle for a friend in need and left.

I still had some shopping to do, and some of those gifts and items were still rolling around in my head. One of the men with me was a very religious man, who wanted me to buy a children’s bible, as well as - get this - bowtie pasta. I saw that he wore bow ties, and I was also getting shoe polish for him. When giving gifts, I have to get at least three items identifying the person - one item won’t do.

I didn’t want to buy shoe polish though, utilitarian as I am. I wanted the person to be able to walk away and do something with the items - what were they going to do, huff it?? As I was getting the smell of shoe polish and leather mixed up, I went to the local mall to the Yankee Candle store, looking for a leather-scented candle. No luck, but I was pulled to a store right next to it, a store of handmade goods. I had to go in there and thought they would have a handmade leather candle.

I walked in and, weirdly enough, found a mug candle with a BOWTIE on top of it. You can see for yourself in the picture included here. These were to be the last gifts of the evening I presented, and the man in my head kept telling me - it had nothing to do with the actual myths or stories in the Bible.

It had everything to do with kindness. He stressed that to me more than anything, though, the children’s bible I had to get HAD to have Noah’s Ark on the cover. I didn’t know why until the end of the event.

When I got to the Universalist church, I set up my gifts on the table in front of this beautiful organ from the 1800s. I returned to the space that served as my green room and began resting.

Then I got the nudge to go out and take a picture of the gifts, as I’d forgotten to. I like to get a picture of the gifts and then the people who received them at the end.

I rushed up, went out, and strangely, on the floor next to the table…was a rainbow bracelet.

I had just been there moments before. Moments, and it wasn’t there.

Only two other people were in the church with me at the time, and it wasn’t theirs. They had no idea where it came from, but it appeared right next to the table. I took a picture later on, and it doesn’t make sense at all to me. It didn’t make sense to anyone that was there.

A plastic rainbow bracelet.

Near the end of the event, I brought this bowtie-wearing religious man to his daughter and granddaughter in the crowd. He was indeed very religious and always wore bow ties, and he always polished his shoes. He wasn’t an “agenda” Christian, though. He didn’t care who you were or what you looked like - he truly loved his neighbor.

As I was giving the gifts of the children’s bible, candle, and bowtie pasta away, I had no idea why it had to be that particular bible.

Until I saw the rainbow at the top.

Take this event for what it is. I am not a Christian, but I am connected to immense, divine energies and believe in a loving, creative force. How could I not when I look at my son? When I look at my husband?

When I look at a rainbow?

I’ll keep that bracelet forever and make of this story what you will, but I take it as a reminder that it’s crucial for us to love our neighbor, perhaps now more than ever. It reminds me that unexplainable miracles happen.

We need that reminder now more than ever.