Guilt And Forgiveness

When our loved ones die, especially children, how do we heal from this pain and suffering, this sense of loss and tragedy? How can we grow beyond the ravages of toxic guilt and learn to forgive ourselves and others, to free our souls?

Understandably, family members are often racked by guilt when a child dies. In some cases, family members experience “survivor’s guilt,” a term that became a part of the lexicon of psychologists after the Holocaust in World War II. Many family members of 9/11 victims experienced this phenomenon. “Post-traumatic stress disorder” is a variation of this concept.

This may be hard to accept, but in truth, guilt is a perception, a wasted emotion that breeds tremendous anxiety. Profoundly missing the loved one is natural, and the sense of loss shouldn’t be denied, repressed or suppressed. But when guilt surfaces (or anger or resentment, as the case may be), healing will be delayed. Forgiveness, on the other hand, is a wonderful emotion and attitude because that’s where healing can begin. Please know that forgiveness figuratively “lightens” the soul. In the act of forgiveness, every time you forgive another for harming you, or doing damage to you, on a soul level you are lightening your own load, as well as lightening their load, while bringing the peace and light of God to you both.

Guilt is a self-punishing mechanism, a cousin to lack of self-forgiveness. When you don’t forgive yourself, often you feel a self-questioning that ends in guilt: we somehow feel responsible and accountable for our child’s death.

If my guests for readings are open to the existence of God, you would think that that would be an easy place to begin. But often the case is exactly the opposite: when they lose a child, they feel that God was somehow involved, like He should have known that it was coming, and should have done something to prevent it. Since that anger is such a barrier for many parents, God is not something that you can present early on in the experience of the reading. There comes a time, though, when they no longer can sit with the pain. It becomes unbearable. They come to a place where their anger and sorrow start to eat them alive, and they can’t function in the world anymore. That’s when they kind of empty out and become open. Some of you reading this chapter have now reached this point.

Through the work that I and other mediums do, when parents realize that the soul of their child has really continued, it re-opens the possibility within them that the presence of the divine is truly in their lives. Sometimes this happens quickly, sometimes slowly. Like a dove watching from above, the higher power, or the divine, waits patiently for this process to happen, knowing that it cannot happen any quicker than it’s intended.

They have come to a point where they have no other corner to hide in. Then they look at that place that was so dark and scary, and they feel that that’s the same kind of place their deceased child was living in, alone. And then, suddenly, they start getting illuminated and realize that their child (or the soul of that which they called their child), has simply gone home and is reunited with the divine.

Then finally, like the lost sheep, or the Prodigal Son, they say, “I’m sorry I turned my back on You, but my heart was broken.” And, depending on how the child has died, they ask for forgiveness of the child, they ask for forgiveness for the person who has harmed or killed the child, and they ask for the child’s soul to be taken across and taken care of.

But oftentimes, before this understanding can bring peace to parents who have lost children, parents have to forgive themselves or accept forgiveness from others, either from their spouses, surviving relatives, friends, or the deceased child. Traditional therapy can help to alleviate some of these guilty feelings. But when the soul of the child truly speaks and prays for their parents through the medium and expresses forgiveness, the parents’ souls can be illuminated and healing can instantly begin.

Let’s venture into some readings where guilt and the need for forgiveness are central, and then look at the lessons we can learn from them.

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I once had a reading with a lovely Italian couple in a private session. I sensed a young male come in around my right side, indicating that he was their son. I said, “I have a male figure coming in from my side. You have a son who has passed.” The parents verified, saying “Yes, we have lost our son.”

In my mind’s eye I saw him pulling on a necklace that had an animal tooth of some kind on it. Then the reading began to open; the son began flooding me with information. I could hear sounds in my inner ear, I saw cars, and I knew that his father was away during his death because the son literally was showing me a map of the boot of Italy.

I say to the father, “You were in Italy when your son died?” The father was sobbing at this point. He says, “Yes, yes, I was away on business. I should have been home. I was flying home the next day.” I say, “He’s jingling car keys in my hand.” They were shiny, like new. The son was going out of his way to psychically indicate “new car.” I could feel and see that it was a sports car, a two-seater, maybe a Corvette.

The son then shows me candles and a cake with white flowers, which for me is a classic symbol of an anniversary or a birthday. He was putting the cake in front of me (if the souls coming through to me put it to the side, it usually means there is a birthday coming up, or had just happened). But the way he put it in front of me, I knew it was on the birthday, so I told this to his parents.

The father says, “Yes, he died on his birthday, his 17th birthday.” Then the son starts jingling the keys again. So I say, “Wait a second, your son is telling me that he died in a birthday car.”

By now they lost it. “Yes, we had bought him a car for his birthday, and before we could give it to him, he snuck in the garage and took it out and drove it.” The son then shows me another person, a girl. I mention this, and the father says, “Yes, he had his girlfriend secretly stay with him, and they fell asleep.”

The girlfriend got very nervous because it was around 4am, and her parents would be flipping out. They got in the car and shot down the street. She lived a few blocks away. He safely dropped the girl off, but in an attempt to get home quickly—he felt guilty about “stealing” the car—he drove it into a telephone poll and was killed.

Phone calls were then made to Italy, and the father finds out about his son’s death and comes home. After the parents give me these details, I ask his father if his son, as many kids do, loved fishing. That’s not so strange or odd, but how it came to me was: I actually smelled and saw a fish, a shark, in a coffin with the son. I say, “This may not make any sense, but he’s telling me that you buried him with a shark.” Remember earlier I had seen an animal tooth? It turns out that was a shark tooth. And now he was showing me that he had been buried with a shark in his casket!

“Oh, my God!” the father says. “It wasn’t a real shark. We put in a three-foot stuffed shark for our son, because he loved shark fishing. We thought he would really love to take it with him.”

The son then shows me a sign, like a no-smoking sign, over his father’s face, which indicated “No blame, no blame.” The mother had been grieving but the father had been worse, because he felt he had caused his son’s death by buying him the car. He simply wanted his son to wait until he got back before giving it to him. The mother had wanted her husband to buy a more moderate car, but the dad wanted a sports car for his son, a male kind of car. The husband didn’t say “I feel guilty,” but I could feel that he was blaming himself. The son, however, didn’t make any excuses for himself: he took the responsibility for his own death. After showing the No Blame sign with his father’s face, he kept flashing me images of himself. By virtue of taking responsibility for his death, the son was trying to tell his father not to blame himself.

For the father to truly believe this message, his son—whom I call the Shark Boy—told me this unique detail that only his dad would understand. The father then knew that his son forgave him—the shark and all of the other validations had made it real.

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Whether we are still living on earth, or have crossed over, our soul’s development will lead to us confront guilt, grief and forgiveness. We deal with these issues in our own ways, and sometimes a parent may not visibly show grief or surprise during a reading. In one particular case, there was a woman who had lived with sadness for so long that she was almost aphasic. But her son came through to assure her that he was okay anyway. And that his “brother” was fine too.

It was a very busy night in the studio, with a lot of very excited people anxious to be read. You could just feel the energy in the air. As I looked around the room I could not help but notice a woman sitting in the corner by herself, very quietly, almost removed from the rest of the audience.

You could feel her grief! As always, I presented a brief explanation of my work and experience to the audience and began reading. Reading after reading came, beautiful validations, happiness, and tears. Amazement filled the room. It was coming close to the end of the night and suddenly my attention was drawn to the woman in the corner of the room. I told her that I felt the presence of a younger male who had died near her.

He came in from my right side, went around, and stood by this woman. He was thin, with long hair, and I felt that he was lonely. Not that he was unwanted, but that he had been through a lot. I felt that he was either an only child or had left home early. But he stayed connected with his mother. He either lived upstairs from his mother or right nearby. At the time of his death, his mother and father no longer lived together; it didn’t come through whether the husband had passed or was just out of their lives.

The mom was a little disheveled, and there was a clear sense of loneliness, like she had nothing to look forward to. So, I said, “You’ve lost your son, have you not?”

She looked at me and acknowledged that she had, in fact, lost her son. She said “yes” as if “You should have known that.” Sometimes there’s such a familiarity during readings, with the hits and the validations, that some people think you should just know these things. But I can only give what I’m being shown.

I said, “I’m being shown that your son lived alone.”

“That’s true.”

He was a hippie-type guy, flannel shirt, torn dungarees and sneakers. I saw his room, which was like a private, upstairs, rented room in a residence. Then I saw a monkey moving around the room. Then the son shows me himself dead on the bed. Next he shows me vials, skulls and crossbones, and a needle sticking out of his arm, which to me, right away, signified a narcotics overdose.

“Your son is telling me that he passed from an overdose of heroin.”

“Yes. He died alone.”

What I heard next startled me! She said her son had died alone of a drug overdose, yet the son was insisting that his brother Jo-Jo was with him at death time. He told me that she had more to say.

So I questioned the mother: “Who’s Jo Jo?”

After some squirming, the mother admitted that her son had, in fact, lived with a pet monkey whom he called his brother Jo-Jo.

“That was his pet’s name,” she said.

“This is going to sound very odd, but was your son found with the dead monkey lying on his chest?”

“Yes,” she said, because the monkey could get no food and water for days, it eventually rested on top of his friend and died.

Through the energy of the readings, the son told me his name was Michael, and that everyone else in his family had passed on. His mother always lamented that she had had no other children and that she had raised her son almost alone since his father had abandoned them years before, when Michael was just a baby.

In death he had connected with his pet, friend, and “brother” soul, and his mother was the only person remaining to verify that this story was true. Through the reading he let his mom know that his soul was at peace, and that she should live her life knowing that her “two” children had crossed over and were doing fine.

At times, the issue of negligence or perceived negligence is the cause of guilt and the need for forgiveness. The death of children can tear families apart, and, in fact, many, if not most, parents who lose a child end up separating. But in my experience, readings with sure validations can assist in the process of healing.

In the following example, a young mother and father had to contend with the issue of their own part in the death of their daughter and, as well, the role of the father’s brother.

During an audience session, a mother and father in their thirties were clearly anxious and very unsettled. I had no idea whom the parents were looking for or hoping to hear from. After a brief introduction the reading began, and almost immediately I heard the sound of water splashing and splashing. I saw a baby rattle, and a baby in diapers.

Then I felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and when the sounds of splashing stopped, I saw a clock with the hands moving very fast—I knew immediately that the parents had lost their child quickly through drowning. Again I saw diapers, I saw a baby pool, and the mother nearby. They had been visiting the home of the father’s brother in Florida when this had occurred.

The drowning had taken place right in the backyard. The telephone had rung and the child’s mother had run in to catch the call while the baby, only two years old and named Christian, was playing outside a fenced-off area, away from danger. In what seemed like just a moment, the telephone call was over. But when the mother went outside to look for her son, to her horror she found him floating face down at the bottom of the pool.

I kept seeing diapers, so I asked the mother about them. She said that the baby had had diapers on, not a bathing suit, and the water had made the diapers very heavy and had pulled the baby right to the bottom. The baby was dead by the time she pulled the body out of the pool. It was that quick.

The grief and guilt were almost too much to bear. Their marriage almost ended; the mother even attempted suicide as a way to join her son. Throughout the session, the mother kept rocking and rocking and crying out that her baby was so little and did not deserve to die.

She blamed the brother-in-law. I saw the symbol of the blind-folded woman with the scales of justice, and the scales were imbalanced. Turns out that a gate outside the pool was broken, which allowed the child to get to the pool. I saw thorns, that there was friction, a stormy feeling, and much anger. The two brothers had lived near each other in Florida, and the mother was visiting her sister-in-law. The parents blamed the brother-in-law for having a broken gate; the brother-in-law felt that the mother should have been watching the child.

Through the sign of justice and the imbalanced scales I could tell there was massive litigation going on.

Then the child showed me a lot of hearts, and indicated that he thanked them for taking his body home. I saw planes, I saw flights, and that there had been a flight to the New York area. (It turned out that they had moved to New Jersey. I saw a grave being dug up, and the body being moved by plane.)

I asked the parents, “Did you exhume your son?” The father said, “yes, we didn’t want him anywhere near my brother. We didn’t want his soul down there.” This is the way they felt, although in actuality the son’s soul had separated from the body. They re-buried the body in New Jersey.

I could feel that the child wasn’t blaming the mother, though, no matter how much the litigation revolved around the gate being broken, the mother likely blamed herself. She continued sobbing throughout the reading.

Especially for the mother, the reading was very helpful. She made contact with her son, and, through the energy of the reading, the mother realized that in that moment her son’s soul had found a way to leave when the mother was unable to stop him. The telephone call was from the baby’s father, who was calling from work just to say hello. He also felt great guilt that it was his telephone call that had caused the death.

I see it over and over again: the terrible, self-inflicted pain that we burden ourselves with to punish ourselves when we feel that we could have changed a divine plan for a soul. Like it or not, their son’s soul was returning home and nothing was going to stop it. Once the parents began to accept their son’s choice, they began to heal. They have had two more children since their son’s passing, and yet baby Chris will always be with them. By the way, they kept his fresh diapers and used them for their other kids. They also have a pool and have built a small memorial garden to their “Christian.”

At times a parent is faced with the necessity of forgiving a child who has crossed over. A few years ago I gave a reading for a mother who had lost her son to suicide from a gunshot. He appeared to me, but with someone else who had also died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The mother, angry and resentful, paused and looked at me intently. Indeed, her husband had also committed suicide. This validation was the beginning of her process of forgiveness.

In my experience, fear is often expressed as anger and resentment, not uncommon emotions once a child has died. But to allow the child to “arrive” in peace, family members must come to terms with their anger by allowing themselves to be angry at the child’s behavior but also by letting go in order to understand that some souls have to leave this world in a violent way. Whether the fatality comes through a car accident, a drowning, a suicide, it’s a physical doorway for the soul to leave. Each soul’s journey in life is unique, and there is a higher purpose, as I allude to throughout this chapter, and will further discuss in the epilogue.

At times a soul decides to leave without the parents being there. In some cases, a child is killed in a school bus accident or chokes to death at summer camp. These are two examples where parents or loved ones are typically not present, and yet the parents will inject guilt into this tragedy because it fuels and provides a form of self-punishment and a need for penance. “My child would have not died had I not sent them to camp today . . . It’s my fault!” On a soul level, this is not true. It is not the parents’ fault.

At other times the child passes with a parent present. Especially in these cases, when the child’s body comes to its end, that which we call death brings a huge feeling of loss, combined with feelings of guilt, which implies that through the parent the life of the child or loved one could have been protected from death by some heroic act or their mere presence. While it’s true that some bodies delay their transformation for a short time due to the efforts of others, this act is really only a delay, not a reversal.

When the essence of a soul has chosen its time and place to vacate the body, all of the powers on earth cannot interfere with this process. Thus the expression “When your time is up it’s up” is a true, although coarse way of explaining the chrysalis of the soul from human soul-form to soul expanded form. Here’s an example where the mother was present at the time of the transition.

A grandmother and her daughter flew up from Florida in May 2006. I recognized the daughter, and when I mentioned this she said that she had briefly met me two years earlier at the home of another family that I’d read, the Ginsburgs, who had formed a bereavement group. I and several other mediums had done a reading for them at Long Island University’s CW Post College, and the next day attended a private affair at their home. I remembered having met the daughter and her husband. Robert Brown, a renowned psychic from England was there, and my wife, Katie, came also.

That May day she said she had come to see the Ginsburgs again but had mainly come to see me. So, I remembered having met her, but knew nothing specific about her background. As soon as they sat down, I saw horses. When I see horses, there are a lot of possible connotations. It can indicate a rocking horse, meaning a child’s bedroom, or it might be horses on a racetrack, where someone could have been a jockey, or someone who bets or gambles. In this particular reading, I saw horses in a very domestic way, like on a farm or in a barn.

The horses, as soon as I saw them, got dark in my head, and then light again. I said, “Something happened with a horse. The horse did something.”

I looked at the daughter and suddenly felt the presence of a child, a small child with blond hair and blue eyes. And I heard “Opie” as the name. In my head I immediately thought of that show with Ron Howard as a kid. Frankly, I thought, who would name their kid Opie? When I mentioned that name, the mother says, “No, my daughter’s name was Odie, not Opie.” I thought, “Close enough.”

I was shown an image of the mother holding the baby, Odie, and a horse. And I felt that the baby had passed because of the horse. Then I saw a limp baby, and felt a tapping on my head, indicating that the death was caused by a blow to the head.

After these validations came through, the mother tearfully explained that she had been holding the baby in her arms. Odie was only two years old and her mom just didn’t have enough help so she had carried her little child in her arms as she led the horses into the barn. But something had startled this horse, who bucked and slammed the baby up against the side of the barn. She could tell the baby was in grave danger, dropped everything and rushed to the hospital with the baby in her arms. But it was too late.

Her mom felt so guilty that she had been negligent. Could she have not waited until later? Could she have not placed Odie in a playpen? What if she had not been thinking of other things? But negligence is not murder, nor is it simply the act of not caring or being indifferent. Often it’s the result of distraction, or lack of preparation, or absence of commitment to duty in the moment of responsibility.

Whatever the answer to these questions, or whatever shade of “negligence” we may want to attribute to Odie’s mother, or the depths of blame she may put on her own actions, on a higher level, we can say that her daughter’s soul seized the moment to cross over.

Certainly, we must take responsibility for our negligence, as there are consequences. Here’s the key: the purpose of the consequences is to teach a lesson through their unpleasant effects.

I’m glad to say that little Odie’s mom is doing well. Due to the readings, she knows in her heart her daughter is with her, and understands that it was Odie’s choice to be with her when she died. The mother has gained a great deal of serenity in knowing that her so-called negligence has its effects: growth, learning, and spiritual progress, her own, her daughter’s, and other members of her family as well.

Interestingly during the reading above, a dark time in American history also surfaced. Another family member came through, an older gentleman who turned out to be the father of the grandmother present at the reading. It was almost if his great-granddaughter Odie brought him through to heal a family wound.

I could see a black woman and a well on the same property, the same farm at which the horse and Odie tragedy had happened. This turned out to be during the Depression. I could see that the black woman was hit over the head and beaten, killed and then thrown in the well. After the grandmother confirmed that this was a regretfully true part of their family history, I saw a white hood, symbolizing the KKK.

The great-grandfather expressed sadness and apologized for bringing such shame to the family, and for his part in that horrific deed. This was a deeply Christian family who clearly felt shame over that part of their family history. But even across and beyond generations, family and friends congregate on the other side and assist in the spiritual growth of those who have crossed over. Odie helped her great granddad atone for his despicable deed, and thus continue the advance of his own soul’s growth. So what can appear to be a negligent act on behalf of Odie’s mom may have much deeper soul resonances than can be understood at first glance.

Throughout the years and thousands of readings with so many families, I have always felt some of the greatest sorrow experienced by parents who have lost a child through the act of negligence. The overwhelming guilt and anger is almost palpable. The blame game is alive and well. One person, usually the other spouse, often takes the brunt of the blame while the other partner takes a superior punishing role as inquisitor and emotional tormentor.

On occasion, though, I have met couples where there is great forgiveness and compassion for the negligent person, for the spouse knows that this was one isolated situation. Terribly tragic situations will always challenge and reflect the love and quality of their mate.

People who truly forgive themselves and their mates understand that they’re human. They are subject to mistakes, and understand that they are not perfect. The need for forgiveness is also tied to the concept of failure. Zen masters say you should never deprive a person, a soul, of the gift of failure. When you fall down, your muscles get stronger when you pull back up. Say you could just walk in and win the World Series or the NFL championship every single time. There’s no excitement when you get the goal. It becomes too easy; there’s a tendency not to appreciate it as much. When you really work, you say, “Wow, I did this!”

The Zen approach to failing is crucial to honing the desire for change and the process of growth. Because, when you fail, you’re being tested. If you see failure as “the ending of,” failure becomes complete. When you see the process of learning to fail as an experience to gain strength, then you take each moment as an experience of growth, not as an opportunity for failure. If you keep that perspective when looking back at what you’ve come through to get to where you are now, you’ll see the mountains of growth there, and keep striving for the goal.

Eventually, you will get home.

My job, from a spiritual viewpoint, is to help you get there, much like a coach working with athletes to bring out the best in them. There’s a famous expression in Zen: “The ways of the world are rugged. The human being is extremely fragile.” The poster representing this is a balloon bouncing in a thorn patch. The balloon is a person, and they’re bouncing through thorns, hoping not to burst. They show you how you are. Now, what will you do about it?

They teach you to breathe, and they teach you to stay focused, and they teach about what they call your True Self. Which means that you are truly a child of God, you’re a divine energy—not in some hocus-pocus way, but in a very legitimate way. You know then that every moment unfolds itself to you. And that you are going to, as we say, mistake. Mis-take. When you have a mis-take in life, it is an opportunity to learn something. It is an expression of God’s love, so that when you arise again, you have learned a lesson that will help you in your soul’s journey. If we go through this life perfect, no lessons need to be learned.

So, if you accept the idea that you have weakness, that you will make mis-takes, that is something to be appreciated, because the Higher Power/Spirit will provide these opportunities for you and your child’s soul to grow and become stronger.

Jesus Christ, when he was dying on the cross, made one of the great biblical quotes of all time: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Many people have taken that to mean that they didn’t realize they’re killing the Son of God, please forgive them. Although that can be an interpretation, I’ve come to understand that what he was saying was: the act of killing is really setting me free! It’s been forecast! I’m here voluntarily. Please forgive their behavior, because they in turn and in time will suffer great guilt and angst over this. And he didn’t say, “I forgive you.” He said, “Father, forgive them.” My Father, please forgive these guys.

He showed the highest level of human compassion: although he was dying, and being tortured to death, he was concerned for their soul’s development and knew that those who thought they were torturing and killing him were actually freeing him.

You experience forgiveness in your soul, and souls naturally gravitate to Light. It’s also important to understand that people who live in the Light have no reason to ask for forgiveness because their behavior is in harmony with the divine. But that’s beyond most of us.

The crucial point to understand is that souls must have a chance to become clear through forgiveness, because forgiveness reflects the Light and Love of the God of your understanding. Forgiveness is the source and basis of peace on earth. It is a manifestation of the ultimate forgiveness we will receive once we go back home, like the Prodigal Son.

But while we’re here, we must contend with grief, guilt, and suffering, especially when a child dies. Every culture has their type of suffering. Black Americans, for instance, created the blues to contend with the blues, and jazz to stomp the blues. It’s almost like a rite-of-passage and you find that people who seem to have a higher or more elevated sense of spiritual and psychic awareness have had some kind of great confrontation. They’ve been asked to endure something that seems out of the ordinary.

Our suffering, looked at spiritually, is like going to the gym to lift weights and you suffer like a son-of-a-gun. Now imagine you were coming here from Mars, and you didn’t know what weight training was. You look at some guy, and you say, “This being is screaming and sweating. I’m taking that as a suffering experience. Something is wrong. And yet they’re doing it voluntarily. What an odd thing to want to do to yourself.”

But then they see the outcome of that behavior, and they say, “Oh, now I understand. They look healthier and they’re stronger. Suffering is healthy.” Interesting.

So not all suffering is “bad.” Intentional harm to cause destruction and suffering to self or others is wrong and it upsets the balance of the psychic/spiritual plane. That’s why we’re always trying to upright ourselves spiritually. We go to church, we go to temple, we go to a masjid, we go to be with people like ourselves to bond, commune and connect because we all, universally, are experiencing the Big Suffering.

What is that Big Suffering?

We have a longing to go home. Our souls know where we’ve come from. We know that we’re a child of the divine. We honor the divine in our daily work. We bow down five times a day, we go to church on Sundays, we engage in shokling or davening at the wall, rocking back and forth, we chant mantras, we raise the chi/kundalini, we fast and pray, we do whatever we do, and we do this because we know, at the end of it all, we’re going home to the divine. And we want to be welcomed when we do.

To close this chapter, I must introduce the idea of closure. Whenever I do readings, oftentimes parents who have lost children say they are coming to me for closure. And I look at them right away and say that,

Before we go on, there will be no such thing.
I tell them this straight-up.

You will not have closure. What you will do is learn to have some sense of comfort, and you will learn to live with this sorrow one day at a time. But at least you will know that your tears are not wasted, that your child is truly with you, and can sense you and feel you, and that you can speak to them and call to them. And not just because I’m saying it; on the basis of the reading you’re going to know it, and you will really, really feel it.

With that, they really start to take another look at themselves. And they don’t choose for that to happen; it happens to them and through them as a direct result of the readings. It may happen immediately, it may happen a month later, it may happen six months later.

For many parents I have read, and for the families of the Forever Family Foundation , and families read by mediums the caliber of John Edwards and George Anderson, thousands upon thousands have lost children. Gifted mediums give great comfort to them, because the connections, the validations, are just too powerful to discount as some kind of coincidental experience, or as some kind of contrived nonsense, some kind of manipulation. It’s much bigger than that, especially once guilt is healed and forgiveness brings peace, pointing the way to the soul’s journey to Light, en route to Home.

Remember: Release Guilt, You are Forgiven.