It always amazes me that Spirit People turn up at our house in advance for clients. Some come days before and chat and wait, some come hours before and tell me things that they are very proud of, that the client has done or accomplished since they have passed. They know when their people are coming and they are equally disappointed if people do not turn up. They know this too, however they will wait until I say I am so sorry, they have chosen not to come and than after thanking me they go. My heart goes out to these ones, the need to reconnect with loved ones, is just as strong from the other side as how we feel about it.
The other night I sent my son up to turn the heater on in the studio and light the candles, both the boys love doing this. My eldest this time comes flying back down the hallway breathlessly "Mum, I ran in to this tall man in the hallway and had to apologise and he said not to worry, he was waiting for someone. Who's he waiting for? and he is really big!". I laugh "Thanks honey, he is probably here for the lady that's coming tonight". "Well he gave me a heart attack when I bumped into him".
I laugh again and wait for a bit. I normally spent 10 minutes meditating before each reading to get connections clear as possible. I pull open the hall door to go up to the studio and jump out of my skin. Standing just inside the doorway is a tall man, very nicely dressed, tidy hair. I clutch my chest "Good Grief! you gave me a heart attack!" The man smiles sheepishly and apologises. I shoo him down towards the studio and tell him I will be with him in a minute, detour into my eldestsroom to shut the curtains and nearly shriek my head off. Standing in my eldests room is another person, she is a smaller round lady with an apron on and grey hair. I clutch my chest and heave a startled laugh. "Oh my God! another heart attack" I say. (I am thinking I will be crawling down the corridor soon towards the studio if spirit don't stop doing this).
"Sorry Ma'am" she says "But I was wondering if you could ask the young chap to be a bit tidier in his room?" I nod and survey the chaos in the room. Hmmm, plastic bag time by the looks of things. This is one of our resident spirit people, my son's room used to be the old kitchen and this lady, the house keeper, she lights the stove at 5am every morning. Much to my son's disgust. I sigh and say "I totally agree with you and yes I promise I will have a talk to him". She nods and disappears. If I don't get this sorted soon she will start throwing things in this room to voice her displeasure. I make a note to myself in my head. Turn towards the door and nearly shriek again. What the hell is up tonight, there is people everywhere!
There is another lady, elderly this time, very nicely dressed in a two piece and a lovely chain around her neck. She is standing very straight with her hands crossed in front of her. I glance at myself and straighten my scarf, then mentally shake my head. She is spirit for goodness sake. "Errrm? Hello?" "Oh, I am just waiting for you to get ready". Excellent, I glance at my watch, I need to get a move on and this one has decided to remind me. I edge around her and head up the hallway, open the door to the studio and again just about have a heart attack. I really need my nerves looked at I decide. There is three people waiting in the studio. I roll my eyes at myself. I really should be used to this by now.
Tobias hums around me like a large bee. He chuckles and vibrational sparks twinkle. "Bit jumpy?" he comments. Green cat eyes survey me twinkling. I laugh, "Can you limit the people in the house to those who live here? Lord, I keep either bumping, apologising, or having a heart attack!" The cat eyes widen perceptively, "Can I limit it?" A rumbling laugh accompanies this question. "In order for us to limit it, you would need to stop doing the work you do and stop shining like a beacon!" Okay, okay he does have a point. However so do I, I want my own family to feel at home in their house, not have the kids apologising to spirit every time they bump into one during the course of the day or the night.
"Tobias?" "Yes" "Can you ask them to come more at specific times rather than just turn up and give everyone a heart attack". Again, a warm vibrational chuckle, "Okay, we will try". That sorted I proceed to get to work and just in time really. There is a knock at the door. Tobias murmurs "Show must go on", I laugh and head to the door.