My spiritual journey

When my uncle Jeff passed away I was only in grade 6. It was a Wednesday my swimming lesson night & I was cleaning my basement @ my moms house. I must of been about 12. There was a set of stairs then a little piece of wall for the light switches & then the laundry room door. My uncles crutches were leaning against that little wall & one crutch went down & then came back up with out making a sound. I booted up the stairs as fast as I could. That night my mom woke me up saying that my uncle Jeff had passed away in a car accident & it was around supper time when he died & the crutch moved. Have you ever had an experience like that. That is why I know there are spirits.

My 23 year old son was in a accident on July 12, 2021 & died. My heart is broken, I am broken. The only thing that keeps me going is trying to learn everything I can to be able to channel him & I want to be able to help other parents that lost a child. I have bought & read books on channeling, mediumship, reiki, chakras, spiritualism etc. It’s the only thing that gives me piece thinking that I will figure this out.  

I did see blue energy in some of my Live Photos. I seen his face in the clouds

Glass door of clock was open

Lately, I’ve been reading books about spirit communication, and one technique kept coming up: say the person’s name 3 times, then ask your question 3 times.

I first tried it with my son’s name… nothing happened.

Then I tried it again — this time with my mother-in-law’s name. I was lying on the couch, my grandson sitting nearby facing the kitchen. I got up to use the bathroom, and when I returned, something stopped me in my tracks.

The glass door of the old wall clock — the one hanging directly above where we’d been sitting — was wide open.

This isn’t just any clock. It belonged to my mother-in-law.

I asked my 3-year-old grandson if he’d opened it. He just looked at me blankly. I asked him to try closing it, and his little fingers barely brushed the door. “Too high,” he said.

A shiver ran through me. If it wasn’t him… maybe it was her.