A Tired and Blessed Weekend
I didn’t get a chance to see the ocean, but I did get to see magic.
Though I wanted to, and the last time I was in Newburyport, it was a magical time. I couldn't believe it when I saw my first seals in the wild. While hoping to get to that part of the Massachusetts coast - Plum Island Beach specifically - we didn’t have a chance.
That’s not to say my time in Newburyport wasn’t magical. It absolutely was, and the next day we took off to Manchester, New Hampshire for another event - this time at a college. These events were where I gave gifts to people from their dearly departed in Spirit, just like I had during this particular trip in Lexington, MA. While I’ve detailed the miraculous events of that trip here, I’d like to share the specific gifts and spirits that came forth during my time in Newburyport and Manchester.
Newburyport, Massachusetts
For those unfamiliar with this type of spirit gallery, this is relatively new to me. While I’ve done spirit galleries before, being able to communicate with Spirit in front of a crowd, these galleries have become really different. Leading up to these events, I’ll receive messages about particular items for particular spirits and people that will be in attendance.
Here you’ll see a table of gifts, five distinct groups, that I covered up with a tapestry before people showed up.
These events are all about the tangible evidence that shows Spirit is still with us.
The British Mother
The first person to receive gifts from a deceased loved one was a woman whose mother was British. The defining group of gifts was a V.C. Andrews novel, Flowers in the Attic, specifically, indicating the shared love of reading that this woman and her mother shared. This woman had been a fan of V.C. Andrews long ago, and here was her reminder to read again.
The British part came from the tea. I purchased Earl Grey, simply because I had never heard of the tea the mom actually drank. The other defining gifts were the pencils she insisted on using for her sudoku and crossword puzzles and the nail files representing the file she kept on her side table. There were words shared between mother and daughter that were long overdue, like how proud the mom in spirit was of her daughter and how she wished she told her that more while alive. Regret after passing away is one of the main reasons Spirit comes through me.
The Long-lost Brother
Next was a brother who played wiffle ball with his sister. Not only did I get a wiffle ball set so his sister could play with her grandchildren, I had to get the ingredients for pizza, as that’s what they used to make together. I also had to get a Mad magazine, representing the subscription he had when they were kids.
During this reading, a lot was brought to the surface regarding this woman’s family, and the forgiveness she had for her mother who committed suicide when they were children. This element of forgiveness and grace kept coming up throughout the evening.
The Proud Mother
For many reasons, the next set of gifts were remarkable, and from a mom who was also proud of her daughter. This spirit had me get a stuffed sunflower toy, with three sunflowers specifically. Sunflowers were essential to this mother in spirit, as she had gotten a tattoo with three sunflowers. She also loved her sweets, and I had to get her a raspberry chocolate to represent the raspberry fudge she once loved (I couldn’t find raspberry fudge), as well as black licorice.
This mother in spirit was so proud of her daughter and the kids she was raising. This mother had passed from an accidental overdose of medicine she took too much of, and while the daughter understood it wasn’t her fault, she had come to find peace around the scenario.
The Regretful Father
Next, a brother to all men. This is what he told me - that he loved and accepted everyone. He was there, identified by the fuzzy dice he hung from the rearview mirror of his work van, as well as the Pabst Blue Ribbon and Swisher Sweets he used to smoke. He was so proud of his daughter, who was carrying on in life exceptionally, and wanted her to know that.
She also let me know he passed from throat cancer from drinking too much, and again, a story of a spirit who regretted what they did - or didn’t do - in life.
The Multifaceted Grandfather
This man came through me with a particular message about wearing more than one label.
First, I had to get a giant calculator representing his adding machine. Then, a sports jersey, and I kept seeing a red guitar - which led me to getting an AC/DC shirt. Whoever this man was, he was brilliant (the adding machine and calculator), loved to have fun (the sports jersey), and loved a good time (the rock and roll t-shirt.)
His granddaughter came forward and told everyone in the audience, including me, about her grandfather. She had a distinct memory of an adding machine; he always had sports on the TV and loved playing guitar. His message for her was to live fully and lean into who she was outside the labels of mother and wife.
There was a thread of compassion woven throughout the evening, and it was magical to experience and coordinate. When I get nudges from Spirit to get these items, the intelligence and coordination behind such a process astounds me. Undeniable evidence that Spirit is always with us, and wants to show us their love!
Manchester, New Hampshire
The next day was Manchester, New Hampshire. It was the first college classroom I’d ever presented in, and it might not be my last. I loved the feel of it, however sterile and whitewashed it might appear! I forgot to take a picture of the table of gifts, but the last set of gifts would have something special - a piece of pottery made by ME!
The Thoughtful Mom
First was a mom who used to knit, and taught her daughter how to. She had me get pink yarn and a pair of pink fluffy socks because her daughter’s feet are always cold. What didn’t make sense to me then was the teriyaki sauce that went with it.
The woman’s granddaughter was there and loves teriyaki sauce - “addicted to it,” in fact. What was peculiar about this was they had bought chicken and rice, but forgot the teriyaki sauce for dinner - and were planning on making that when they got home that night, and were also planning on stopping for teriyaki sauce - but didn’t have to!
The Dice Throwing Brother
For this trip, I kept hearing dice landing on the table, and it would somehow be connected to a child that was on the autism spectrum. While I kept hearing dice, I had to get - HAD TO GET - the game called “Boggle.” A woman in the front row had a brother she used to play Boggle with, and suspected her child to be on the autism spectrum. I kept hearing the dice because her son is a big Dungeons and Dragons player. I also had to get ice cream sundae stuff, as they always did that together.
The Special Someone
Next was a four-pack of root beer, a bundle of bananas, and a baseball cap. The woman connected to these gifts told me they were for a remarkable man in her family who was a pipefitter. These items led me to get connected to her and her partner in a way that gave them some indelible wisdom for their relationship.
Most notably was her need to take a compliment from her partner. She didn’t believe she was beautiful like he thought she was, all caught up in the lies she’d come to believe about herself along the way. The wisdom of Spirit let her know that if she couldn’t take a compliment, she was sending a message back to thaht man that she valued her bullshit over his love. What kind of message was that to send to her loved one?
The Italian Father-in-Law
No pictures of this exchange, but he was there with his spaghetti sauce, oatmeal, and tobacco. He loved to smoke, and his daughter-in-law got charcoal tablets used for incense, as well as a pack of tobacco, to make smoke offerings to him. He was a pragmatic man, and ate oatmeal for breakfast, so she also got a container of that. This group of gifts opened the doorway for other spirits to come through and deliver messages of love.
The Father Who Remembered
I had to bring a piece of my pottery for the following exchange, because I could see a woman using pieces of pottery in her home. I kept seeing pottery that kept items like keys and change in it, and a woman raised her hand, telling me she keeps her son’s pottery he made in school at her office desk and other places in her home.
The other items with this batch were a houseplant, tomato juice, and hot sauce. I’ll let her Facebook post that she made after the event speak for itself.
Three events in a row, first Lexington, MA, then Newburyport, MA, and then finally Manchester, NH, really gave me a lot to coordinate with gifts for all those different loved ones here still alive. It was a lot to manage, not only in my head but also in the stores. The process is amazing to me, in that I’ll just know what to get, and how to group the gifts. What a fantastic couple of events, and at the end of these three events, I was so tired.
But even more blessed.
