I did a group session where everyone sat in the same room and received messages. I call that a gallery. This particular night, there were seven in the group. The first three people who got messages from their souls were happy, and the messages were meaningful.
At one point, I was getting a woman coming through, and I realized it was the mother of the woman sitting next to me. I described the woman to her and gave her the messages I was getting from her mother, and she initially agreed. Then, for some reason, she turned on me. She started saying that the information she was getting from me was too general and vague. When I realized what was going on with her, I moved away from her and asked another woman if she was artistic; she said she wished she was but wasn’t. I was telling her I saw oil paintings. That made sense to her.
I went back to the Negative Woman, but because she was so negative, she had me second-guessing myself. Her souls left me, and I went back to the first woman who got messages because I saw a cigar. Because it was only a cigar, I asked the group if that meant anything to anyone, and it made sense to the first woman. The cigar turned out to be from her grandfather. He brought her messages, which I conveyed to her.
Then it happened, the negative woman started mocking me, saying; Does he paint walls, does he, do paintings in a way that took me out of my zone. She continued to mock me until her daughter, who was sitting next to me, told her to knock it off.
The negative energy had such a strong effect on me that I was going to tell the host I was going to leave because I couldn’t connect with the souls or get messages, but I hung in and said a prayer to Mother Mary, and everything opened up again.
At that point, the woman sitting across from me had her step-father come through. She told me that is who she wanted to hear from. I told her that he was showing me a large, beautiful old car. She started to laugh; she said he had an old Lincoln Continental. She said the family would tease him because he thought it was a beautiful car, but it wasn’t.
The next person to get messages was the negative woman’s daughter. I didn’t want to get anything for fear of her mother starting up again, but her grandmother came through for her. It was her father’s mother, she showed the two of them driving in a car. That all made sense to her, then all of a sudden, grandma showed me going out for ice cream. I saw Strawberry & Pistachio; I questioned those flavors, but it was what she liked. She told me she used to love Strawberry but now it was pistachio. That was very specific. When that happened, the whole room exploded with wows and laughter. The point is that no matter how tough things get, you can never give up. I didn’t, and I am happy I didn’t.
Always remain Hopeful, never hopeless, always be optimistic, never pessimistic.