The lady I have with me now has been popping in and out all day today - sometimes at the most inopportune moments. Her name is Gladys. She is petite with dark grey hair. She likes to wear her hair tucked behind her ears and it is not quite shoulder length. She has a lot of mischief in her eyes and I feel she was quite a trickster in her time. She shows me a beautiful long dress, she wore when she was in her 50s and tells me that she wore it to her granddaughter's debutante ball. She has long gloves on and the dress is pulled slightly in at the waist and flows down gracefully.....she is gliding around my room with a gentleman who is in full army uniform. Its like they only have eyes for each other. (I feel a bit like I'm playing gooseberry here!) She has her arm draped over his shoulder and tells me he was a Sargent in the armed forces. His uniform is khaki green in colour, but the material looks like a coarse wool. He passed away during the war and she had to raise their children on her own. She wants me to talk to Debbie and tell her not to worry about her, not to feel sad, to know that she is in the best place and she is with your father again. She tells you that she knows you worry about things that were left unsaid, but as far as your Mum is concerned there is nothing to say, except that she loves you very very much. She talks about a Simon and says 'He will be okay, be patient.' She is around you and hears you talking to her. She is blowing a kiss to you.
I have a portly gentleman with me now. I went to say an elderly one, but he told me 65 is not elderly...my mistake, I assumed he was older. He has a very distinguished moustache and his hair is mostly white. He does have a little thinning at the top, which he used to cover with a peaked hat. He has a cane with him and it is one of those 'L' shaped wooden ones. It looks as if it is carved or wood turned in a way that makes it look as if it is spiraling all the way down. He tells me his name is Robert, but he is known by most as Bob. He was an astute business man in his time, but lost a lot of money with bad investments in his late 40s, early 50s. He tells me he used to be quite a 'snappy dresser' when he was younger. He tells me he has a daughter and granddaughter on the physical plane. He tells me the daughter would be in her 50s now and the daughter in her 30s. He wants to apologise to his daughter for not paying enough attention to her as she was growing up, as he was always busy trying to be bigger and better financially, and then one day he turned around and she was all grown up....and it was too late to 'fix' the damage he had done. He tells me that because of the way he treated her, she distrusts men and doesn't allow them as close as they could be. She labels them all the same way. He asks for forgiveness and tells her that if she would only do this, she could begin to heal the part of her that allows her to love herself and know she is loveable. He just tweaked my ear then. ......Not an unpleasant experience, but I feel that Joanne, wherever she is, will recognise that endearment as something he did when he was happy around her or proud of her efforts. He has bowed and stepped back...
I have an elderly woman here and I am feeling the pain of a broken bone in my right forearm. I feel this wasn't how she passed over, but it will jog the memory of the person she is trying to get in contact with. Her name is Beryl. She tells me she fell down a garden path and somehow splintered the bone in her arm. She has a very frail energy around her and she tells me she took a long time to pass. Her husband died many years prior to her (about 10) and she had no one to care for her, so she had to go into a home of some sort. I feel there is a definite English background to her family, or at least heritage. The person she most wants to contact is her nephew. He came and visited her a lot while she was in the 'old timers' village (as she calls it) and he brightened her days. She tells me to tell him that she approves of his love match and she visits their young boy often. The visual she is giving is of a baby around 6 months old. He is a very bonny happy baby, she tells me and has his fathers eyes. She wants me to thank her nephew for his love and care. So Hugh, if you are reading this, or someone who knows Hugh is, your aunt wants you to know she is eternally grateful to you and loves you very much. She is blowing you a kiss. 'x'
I have Jimmy here now. He is in his late 30's early 40s. I feel he passed over quite quickly, and it was most unexpected. I am getting chest pain, so I would say it was a heart attack or related to his lungs. He tells me he smoked, but that wasn't the reason he passed. He has sandy brown hair and lots of it, as in its quite thick. It is cut reasonably shortish. He also had a warped sense of humour, and I feel he still has. He has flicked the back of my head a couple of times already! He is of stocky build, but not fat and he tells me he would have been taller, but someone sat on him when he was a kid and it stunted his growth. (does that sound like a familiar phrase to anyone?) He was a very sociable person and loved a good party. He tells me he enjoyed singing, but everyone preferred it when he didn't! I feel there is a little Irish in his heritage, but it isn't relevant to this lifetime. I feel he lived either in Australia or close by. He liked to wear shorts (like rugby ones) and a button up short sleeved shirt or tee shirt. He loved a good game on the telly and had one of those voices that carried well if he was cheering on his team. He tells me he never got a chance to say goodbye to his wife. Her name was Janine or Jean. He shows me a visual of a woman with dark hair, a round face and a beautiful smile. I am also seeing three children and they look like boys, but it feels like one may be a bit of a tomboy. They are almost grown up now and he says he is happy with how they have turned out. They are a credit to his wife he tells me. He also tells me that he knows how hard it has been for her and he wishes he could take away the sadness or make her feel better, but he can't. He wants me to tell Janine/Jean that its okay, that he is happy for her and that he wouldn't want her to be lonely. She has his blessing and he wishes her all the best. Ron is a good man, he will look after you. 'I love you'.♥
I have an ex nurse here now. She is tall and willowy and bustles around quite efficiently. I'm not over impressed that she told me I should be a little tidier. There is a bit of tut tutting going on around me! She fusses over everything and I feel she was like this when she was alive. Its like every detail must be seen to. There is no 'smoothing the ripples on the bed, it simply must be pulled apart and made again. She isn't officious with it at all, she has a quiet way of getting her own way. I feel she looks after quite a few of her family on the physical plane. Its almost as if she is fussing around them as they get ready for bed and tries to get everything 'just so' before moving onto the next one. I feel her name was Dianne or Diana, and I am getting Moresby, but I'm unsure whether this is where she came from, lived or its her last name. She smiles and tells me that those that need to know, will know. I feel there is a Brad, Fiona and David connected to this lady, but that is only a couple of them. So if you had an ex nurse as an aunty who has passed over, and sometimes you feel as if someone is fussing around you at night, while you are settling down, the chances are this is your message. She tells me that she wants her family to know she is looking out for them, that she loves them....and then, she flashes me a big grin and says 'remember cleanliness is next to godliness'. (not quite sure how to take that really...! lol)
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
I have a portly gentleman with me now. I went to say an elderly one, but he told me 65 is not elderly...my mistake, I assumed he was older. He has a very distinguished moustache and his hair is mostly white. He does have a little thinning at the top, which he used to cover with a peaked hat. He has a cane with him and it is one of those 'L' shaped wooden ones. It looks as if it is carved or wood turned in a way that makes it look as if it is spiraling all the way down. He tells me his name is Robert, but he is known by most as Bob. He was an astute business man in his time, but lost a lot of money with bad investments in his late 40s, early 50s. He tells me he used to be quite a 'snappy dresser' when he was younger. He tells me he has a daughter and granddaughter on the physical plane. He tells me the daughter would be in her 50s now and the daughter in her 30s. He wants to apologise to his daughter for not paying enough attention to her as she was growing up, as he was always busy trying to be bigger and better financially, and then one day he turned around and she was all grown up....and it was too late to 'fix' the damage he had done. He tells me that because of the way he treated her, she distrusts men and doesn't allow them as close as they could be. She labels them all the same way. He asks for forgiveness and tells her that if she would only do this, she could begin to heal the part of her that allows her to love herself and know she is loveable. He just tweaked my ear then. ......Not an unpleasant experience, but I feel that Joanne, wherever she is, will recognise that endearment as something he did when he was happy around her or proud of her efforts. He has bowed and stepped back...
I have an elderly woman here and I am feeling the pain of a broken bone in my right forearm. I feel this wasn't how she passed over, but it will jog the memory of the person she is trying to get in contact with. Her name is Beryl. She tells me she fell down a garden path and somehow splintered the bone in her arm. She has a very frail energy around her and she tells me she took a long time to pass. Her husband died many years prior to her (about 10) and she had no one to care for her, so she had to go into a home of some sort. I feel there is a definite English background to her family, or at least heritage. The person she most wants to contact is her nephew. He came and visited her a lot while she was in the 'old timers' village (as she calls it) and he brightened her days. She tells me to tell him that she approves of his love match and she visits their young boy often. The visual she is giving is of a baby around 6 months old. He is a very bonny happy baby, she tells me and has his fathers eyes. She wants me to thank her nephew for his love and care. So Hugh, if you are reading this, or someone who knows Hugh is, your aunt wants you to know she is eternally grateful to you and loves you very much. She is blowing you a kiss. 'x'
I have Jimmy here now. He is in his late 30's early 40s. I feel he passed over quite quickly, and it was most unexpected. I am getting chest pain, so I would say it was a heart attack or related to his lungs. He tells me he smoked, but that wasn't the reason he passed. He has sandy brown hair and lots of it, as in its quite thick. It is cut reasonably shortish. He also had a warped sense of humour, and I feel he still has. He has flicked the back of my head a couple of times already! He is of stocky build, but not fat and he tells me he would have been taller, but someone sat on him when he was a kid and it stunted his growth. (does that sound like a familiar phrase to anyone?) He was a very sociable person and loved a good party. He tells me he enjoyed singing, but everyone preferred it when he didn't! I feel there is a little Irish in his heritage, but it isn't relevant to this lifetime. I feel he lived either in Australia or close by. He liked to wear shorts (like rugby ones) and a button up short sleeved shirt or tee shirt. He loved a good game on the telly and had one of those voices that carried well if he was cheering on his team. He tells me he never got a chance to say goodbye to his wife. Her name was Janine or Jean. He shows me a visual of a woman with dark hair, a round face and a beautiful smile. I am also seeing three children and they look like boys, but it feels like one may be a bit of a tomboy. They are almost grown up now and he says he is happy with how they have turned out. They are a credit to his wife he tells me. He also tells me that he knows how hard it has been for her and he wishes he could take away the sadness or make her feel better, but he can't. He wants me to tell Janine/Jean that its okay, that he is happy for her and that he wouldn't want her to be lonely. She has his blessing and he wishes her all the best. Ron is a good man, he will look after you. 'I love you'.♥
I have an ex nurse here now. She is tall and willowy and bustles around quite efficiently. I'm not over impressed that she told me I should be a little tidier. There is a bit of tut tutting going on around me! She fusses over everything and I feel she was like this when she was alive. Its like every detail must be seen to. There is no 'smoothing the ripples on the bed, it simply must be pulled apart and made again. She isn't officious with it at all, she has a quiet way of getting her own way. I feel she looks after quite a few of her family on the physical plane. Its almost as if she is fussing around them as they get ready for bed and tries to get everything 'just so' before moving onto the next one. I feel her name was Dianne or Diana, and I am getting Moresby, but I'm unsure whether this is where she came from, lived or its her last name. She smiles and tells me that those that need to know, will know. I feel there is a Brad, Fiona and David connected to this lady, but that is only a couple of them. So if you had an ex nurse as an aunty who has passed over, and sometimes you feel as if someone is fussing around you at night, while you are settling down, the chances are this is your message. She tells me that she wants her family to know she is looking out for them, that she loves them....and then, she flashes me a big grin and says 'remember cleanliness is next to godliness'. (not quite sure how to take that really...! lol)
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
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