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Toronto Psychic Medium Carolyn Molnar answers the question, "Where have you been educated and where have you worked"?
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Written by Carolyn
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Friday, 05 February 2010 |
I was a little nervous. On a crisp winter evening not long ago, I stood
at the window in my office that overlooks the street and waited for six
ladies from Barrie, Ontario. The women belonged to a bereavement group,
and all had lost a child within the last year. I believe doing work for
hospice and bereavement groups is the highest form of service I can
perform. Yet these sessions are often hard for me because, as the
mother of two adolescents, I can only imagine the terrible heartbreak
of losing a child. Please, spirit, I prayed in
thought, as I looked up into the clear night sky, let me help
these ladies.
A few minutes later, two Honda SUVs pulled up to the curb before our house and six bundled ladies – I believe the temperature was -5 – stepped out of the vehicles. Their breaths made plumes of smoke in the frosty air. Several looked like they were sharing a joke. I noticed how brightly coloured many of their coats were. Silly me, I thought, expecting these women to arrive in silence and dressed in black.
I met them at the front door, then ushered them into the reception area. We made pleasant conversation about this and that; several had seen “Avatar” and highly recommended it. Then we talked about the arctic air that was due to blow in this weekend (We Canadians love to talk about the weather!) and one lady, an avid gardener, gave me a few tips on how to protect my temperamental rose bushes.
As we chatted, I noticed that one woman – I’ll call he Bonnie – seemed to stay in the background. For some reason, I wanted to reach out to her and draw her into the conversation. She was a tall, striking brunette dressed simply in a white blouse and dark slacks. From the corner of my eye, I saw her watching me, but when I looked at her, her gaze was elsewhere.
As our kibitzing wound down, I gestured to my reading room and asked, “Who would like to go first?”
The ladies exchanged tentative glances. One woman said, “Well, we talked about it, and wondered if you could speak to us all together.”
I told them that wasn’t how I usually worked; I focus better in one-on-one sessions. That way, a client can give me a picture of the spirit of the loved one she’d like me to try to connect with, or an object that once belonged to the loved one, and I can concentrate only on that spirit.
“We all brought pictures,” the first woman said eagerly. “Besides, we all know each other so well – we like to think our children have gotten to know each other, too.”
They passed me the pictures – four boys and two girls. I didn’t know how old these children were when they had passed, and I didn’t know how recent the pictures were, yet none of them looked younger than teenagers. I held the pictures in my hands and closed my eyes to centre myself. I asked my guides for help, then began speaking.
The first voice I heard had me blushing. “Oh, dear,” I said. “He’s talking about beer and being at the cottage. He swears a lot, but in a fun way. He liked to be the life of the party. And he’s hoping you’re taking care of his motorcycle.”
A woman named Agnes laughed loudly. “That sounds like my Franklin.”
“No, Frank,” I said. “He’s telling me he hated Franklin. He kept correcting you whenever you called him Franklin. And something about a panda bear.”
Agnes was chuckling, yet she had tears in her eyes as she pulled from her pants pocket her key chain. A panda bear figurine dangled from it. “Franklin – excuse me – Frank’s nickname was ‘Panda’.”
And so it went for several hours. The mothers received evidence that, yes, their children were visiting them from spirit and, yes, they still loved and watched over their families. They appreciated being remembered at birthdays and anniversaries of their passing. Some spirit came in gently, being just as shy or quiet as they were in life. And through it all, Frank acted like the party host, boisterously encouraging his spirit friends to connect with their parents. And the mothers laughed and cried, happy to know that their children were happy and sad because they all missed their kids.
Except for Bonnie. While she smiled along with her companions as they experienced joy, I had not been able to bring her child across. I wondered: Was Bonnie’s daughter angry at her? (It happens sometimes – for some reason, the spirit doesn’t want to connect with the client.) Please, guys, I begged my guides, give me something for Bonnie!
I looked at her. Our eyes locked.
Suddenly, I said, “It’s not your fault.”
Bonnie burst into tears. Quickly, her friends surrounded her, comforting her with hugs and gentle words. Giving Bonnie that simple sentence seemed to loosen things, and her daughter came through to tell me of the hurt she’d brought to the family and how sorry she was that things turned out the way they did, and she did love her mother.
At the end of the evening, I thanked the ladies for coming and walked them back to their cars. The air was so cold, I felt like I could peel it off my face. The cars sputtered to life and these grieving yet brave mothers began their long drive home. Before I went back into my office, I looked up into the sky. The stars seemed to be twinkling a little brighter. I thanked spirit for their kind words and comfort. Then I called my son and daughter at university, and listened to their voices.
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Carolyn Molnar
Toronto Psychic Medium
and Spiritual Teacher
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