Blessed be.
Velumbound.
A secret story I've kept for over thirty-five years.
Don't be afraid.
Your children love you.
(A lone voice whispers)
Around the edges of deep silence we hide
Watching you sleep
In the ebb and tide
We, the lost children
Who once lived and died
Following you
Our beloved mothers
From the otherside
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A transmission based on a visit by a medium.
When I was young.
I was instructed that a message was waiting for me in the Spirit world.
By a random tarot card reader.
I was told an urgent message awaited me and I should contact a medium.
Arrangements were made.
But I felt strange, so I made excuses and went out.
Some of my friends, all young, beautiful ladies, were there.
When I arrived back a few hours later, a few remained. All crying.
This is what happened.
The medium arrived; this was in the early 90s. So no Internet.
She never knew anyone.
All the ladies were instructed to go upstairs.
Come down one at a time, then go into a separate room, until all readings were made.
Lady one came down.
Told not to speak but to sit.
To hand over anything personal or hold the medium's hand and listen.
The unusual part.
After some time, the medium described visions of children.
Hair height and ages.
Then finally their names.
Told how they were gathered around the lady in question.
When her reading concluded.
Lady 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 experienced the same conversation.
When the medium left.
All the ladies, now crying, discussed what the medium said.
Focusing on the children part.
How all the ages coincided with earlier miscarriages or even unfortunate abortions.
How the names were the actual names the beloved children were given.
One was told that her daughter was leaning on her back, and she could feel a sudden warmth.
Why the children?
The medium concluded that all children, when they cross over for whatever reason, simply follow their beloved mothers.
Simply awaiting to be spiritually reconnected when their beloved mothers cross over too.
It's how it's always been.
The bond between mothers, sons, and daughters is unbreakable.
And they never age on the other side.
One beloved mother had five children circling her, lovingly.
All the ages matched their crossing over.
And names.
For all mothers name their children, either out loud or silently.
It was a strange day, an even stranger experience.
In these later years, I sometimes wonder:
What messages were awaiting me too, or even who?
Was it one of the low whispers I now hear every night - pleading to tell their story when I was young?
And I was too afraid to embrace my gift?
Well, goodnight.
I may tell more experiences from the rift.
On another midnight visit to this.
My way station in the mist.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
P. S.
Are you feeling a sudden warmth after reading this transmission?
Is your beloved child or children by your side?
Maybe that was the message awaiting me all those years ago?
I was meant to go out.
The ladies were meant to be read.
Instead of me.
Now, you know the backstory,
Read the transmission at the top again
