When I was a very young child, I went on holiday with my parents to visit family abroad. My two aunts were excited to see me and eager to have a private session with me. I assume they had heard about my ability to connect with the other side from my mother.
My parents had rented a small beach house about 30 meters from the shoreline. It was a heavenly setting, beautiful in every way: white sandy beach, tall palm trees, birds chirping merrily, and children splashing about in the sea without a care in the world.
I sat on the front porch with my first aunt and described a young lady with long black hair. I detailed her health condition and how quickly it had deteriorated. My aunt recognised the young lady as her cousin, who had died from cancer. As a nurse, my aunt had spent time with her cousin before she passed away. Specific details were coming through, and my aunt confirmed every one of them. Then, in my mind’s eye, I saw small white butterflies fluttering in the sunlight. I heard the words “butterflies, butterflies” in my head and, without thinking, I echoed them aloud while gesturing with my hands.
My aunt was overcome with emotion. She burst into tears and began to sob. Later, she told my mother and my other aunt that just before her death, their cousin had said “butterflies, butterflies” and had made the same hand gestures I had. Her passing had been painful. She died young, and she was both beautiful and gentle.
My second aunt was not left out. She received messages from her adoptive mother. These messages were not vague or open to interpretation; they were specific, and she acknowledged them all. I then asked, with a smile, if she was still putting pepper in the salad. My aunt nearly ran out of the room. She later admitted that she often added pepper to the salad, despite her mother’s frequent requests to refrain from doing so. At the time, I didn’t give much thought to these early experiences. In all honesty, I was more concerned with getting it all over with so I could go fishing and play at the beach with my friends.
