1) Growing up, I used to see people's energy in colors - and feel what they were feeling. I assumed that this was just the way things worked - and that everyone else was perceiving the world in the same intense way that I was. It took me a long time to learn that that was not true.
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2) I am a psychic medium - which means that I can perceive and read people's energy - and connect with their loved ones on the other side who have crossed. But I don't think that this ability, this "gift" is exclusive to me. I believe we all have that ability - we just each need to re-open to it. As young children, we are all very psychic - but most people start to shut down their psychic abilities between age 5 - 7.
3) I want you to know that you never need a psychic medium to pass a message along to a loved one who has died! You can speak directly to that person - it doesn't have to be out loud - it can be in your thoughts - and he/she will always hear you! I promise you that your loved ones who have crossed have already been trying to communicate with you to let you know they are around! The default signs they send are often coins, manipulating electricity, blank cell phone messages/texts, birds, & butterflies - but if you ask them for something specific, they'll send it!
4) My favorite color is orange. To me, it has such wonderful, creative vibrancy!
5) I have three children - and yes- they each have unique psychic gifts!
6) My husband is an attorney by day - and a ghost hunter by night! We have done many paranormal investigations together.
7) I love animals and feel that they help us learn the lesson we are sent here to learn: to love and be loved! I think having a pet - and rescuing and respecting animals - is a beautiful thing that expands our souls!
8) I think schools and places of learning have the most incredible positive energy! When I studied abroad at Oxford University (in England) my senior year of college -the energy there was blew me away! I never wanted to leave!
9) England is actually one of my favorite places in the world! I'm pretty sure I had many past lives in England! It felt like home the moment I first visited years ago! And yes - I believe in past lives! Earth is a school where our souls come to learn a collective lesson in love!
10) I love to travel and meet new people. I think that it is good for one's soul! Everyone you meet has a lesson to share with you!
The Light Between Us by Laura Lynne Jackson is published by Arrow on 8th September 2016, priced £8.99
The Light Between Us by Laura Lynne Jackson
Chapter 14 - Love and Forgiveness
One of my early readings taught me much about the power of forgiveness. Barb, a woman in her fifties, had heard about me from a friend. Barb called me from her kitchen in Pennsylvania, and throughout the reading I could hear her relaying some of what I was saying to her husband, Tony, who was nearby.
"He doesn't believe in any of this," Barb told me. "He thinks when you die, that's it- you go in the ground and you're gone. But I want you to talk to him anyway." Before I could object, she handed the phone to Tony.
Oh, great, I thought. How is this going to work? Will the Other Side even come through for a skeptic? Tony gave me a grumpy hello, which was his way of letting me know he wasn't buying any of this. I took a deep breath, waiting for someone to come through for him. And then someone did- his father.
He told me his name was Robert and he had an urgent message for his son.
"Your father is here, and he wants to tell you something very important," I told Tony. "And it's really important that I get this right and say it the right way. Your father wants me to tell you that he is so sorry about the belt."
On the other end of the line, Tony said nothing. I kept going. "Your father wants you to know that when he crossed to the Other Side and did his life review he understood what you were doing, and he is very sorry for what he did with the belt," I said. "He is asking for your forgiveness. He wants you to forgive him."
I heard Tony quietly begin to weep. His father showed me more. He showed me an event, in the form of what I call a "movie clip" in my mind. I saw young Tony sitting on his bed, with the door to his bedroom closed. I saw him holding a belt, and I could tell the belt meant a lot to him. I relayed these images to Tony, who composed himself and told me the story- a story he'd never shared with anyone before.
When Tony was seven, he went to a Boy Scout meeting one cold December night. At the meeting, he was given a do- it- yourself leather belt kit. He was excited because he had the great idea of making his dad a belt for Christmas.
At the meeting he worked hard on the belt, carving in designs, creating belt holes, attaching the buckle. Then he brought it home, hidden in his coat pocket, so he could finish it. He went straight to his bedroom and got to work. In his excitement, Tony forgot to take out the garbage, his nightly chore.
It wasn't the first time Tony had forgotten to take out the garbage. His father would get pretty angry, but on that particular night, Tony's dad stormed up to his bedroom and threw open the door, full of rage. Then he saw the belt. He grabbed it and beat his son with it. The beating was brief, only
several seconds, but it damaged something sacred between Tony and his dad.
"I never ended up giving him the belt," Tony said. "I never even told him about it. I never told anyone. But it's made me sad all these years. I always felt like I had let him down in some way."
Tony's father came through again. "No!" I told Tony. "Your father says to tell you it was he who let you down. He says he just didn't understand the situation then. But now he does. And he is so sorry. He is asking for your forgiveness. He wants you to know how much he loves you and what an excellent son you've always been."
I found myself fighting back tears- but not because of this sad story. I'd just seen a beautiful light pass between Tony and his dad. Tony had carried that hurt around with him his whole life, and now I could feel him letting it go. I was witnessing a great healing between a father and son- after the father had died.
"It's okay, Dad!" he said, his voice cracking with deep emotion. "It's okay! Please tell my father it's okay."
"You don't need me to tell him," I said. "You can tell him yourself. He is with you all the time. He is always right there with you. Just say what you need to say. He can hear you."
Tony handed the phone back to his wife. I could hear him in the background. "It's okay, Dad,"
Tony said, over and over. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."
From this reading I understood that the cords of light that tie us to those we love can never be broken, not even when we cross.