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I was asked to do a group session, what I call a gallery with a family, the father Craig, mom Anna & daughter Judy. Upon sitting down Craig’s father came through right away, as did Anna’s mom.
I was giving them the messages from the souls when my attention turned to Judy, I was hearing a little voice saying, mommy. As always when I hear or see a child my heart dropped and a little girl came through. I asked if she lost a child which didn’t seem to be the case hoping the answer was no. She told me yes not hers but a child she was very close too. I told her the child was telling me Judy is like her mom and was very close to her. This turned out to be true.
The session was taken over by the child at this point. Another woman showed up right after her who told me she was her mom’s mom who was there for her, along with the rest of the family who first showed up.
After I left, the session Craig reached out to me in text later and we spoke quite a bit about how Kelly was happy and at peace.
The next morning Kelly was with me giving me more information to relay to her grandparents & Aunt Judy, she was beating it up that she wanted them all to know she is healthy and happy.
When I awoke the next morning at 5:15am I went to the kitchen to grab my coffee when I saw a pink flower pedal in the middle of the floor. It was in great shape, it looked like an Orchid pedal but I wasn’t sure, I picked it up and threw it away thinking my wife may have dropped it. When she came into the kitchen I asked her if it was her who dropped it, she said no perhaps it came in on her shoe after walking the dog the night before. The pedal was in too good of shape for it to have been stepped on. I went into the other room to check my orchids but none were missing pedals.
It was a mystery where it could have come from and at that hour I didn’t put two and two together. It was then I realized when I awoke at two am to get some water, there was nothing on the floor. There was no way I could have missed it even at that hour. Now as a skeptic I had explored all avenues of where it would

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