She calls him Happy Feet. Because that’s all she sees of him – a pair of child’s bare feet, glowing hazy blue and more visible at night, pattering here and there behind her as she works on her computer. He skips around her room, silent but never still, telephatically inserting pieces of his childhood memories into her mind.
When she sleeps, she often dreams. Of different realms, where many, many souls reside. They welcome her warmly, a visitor from the land of the living, and tell her their stories. She is recognised in these realms for her soul’s gifts and calling as a Spirit messenger. Sometimes they ask her to pass on messages to their loved ones. When…
A mother’s love can make you laugh and cry. Lili, a young undergraduate, had arranged to see me. She was graduating soon, and wanted insight into some important career decisions. She also wanted advice for her family back in China. Lili called at noon; we arranged to meet at 3. Great, I thought. That gives me time to run errands….
The rain outside the café had slowed to a drizzle as I concluded an angel oracle card reading with Alicia, a first-time client. “Thanks for the reading, Kelly!” Alicia said as I gathered up the cards and shuffled the deck. “I’m glad for the insights into my career and my grouchy boyfriend.” She paused for a second as a thought…
Across the table at the café, his presence was dominating. Tall, tanned, and a strapping alpha male, Adrian was a successful young man who believed in the need to balance the material with the spiritual. Hence his decision to see me: to ensure his plans for his future (mainly finance and career) were on track. Coming from a poor and…
I wouldn’t have known that the sharply dressed man sitting across me at the table had anything to be sad about. He was the picture of success: charismatic, wealthy, dignified. Yet the tears were real, and they were flowing. Success sometimes comes at a price – you have to keep working at it. And working was what this businessman, who…
Sunday morning. She was sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was…
She texts me at 10 in the morning. She wants a session at lunchtime. “I really need clarity right now,” the text reads. “My boyfriend just broke up with me, now my job is in trouble.” Her energy is brittle and dark. I text back. – When did the break-up happen? “Two hours ago. He’s my manager.” – I don’t usually…
