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Grant's Proof My son died suddenly in Paris at the end of August. He was such a precious gift from God to me and it was such a devastating experience for me to lose him at the age of 36. This is a story which I would like to share with you - to let you all know that although our dearly loved family members pass over, it is not the end and that their spirit and soul lives on - just in a very different way.
I had flown to San Francisco to be with my
daughter and to have some time of healing and comfort for us both.
Her daughter had turn 1 and she had had a little party for her the
week before my arrival. Left over from the party were two white
balloons which had been filled with helium and which were still
against the ceiling upstairs in her office.
About 5-6 days after my arrival I climbed
the stairs to shower and dress. I turned into the hallway to go
to the bedroom and there was a white balloon bobbing ahead of me, at a
height of about 6 ft 4 in - the height of my very tall son! I
followed the balloon into the bedroom, I showered and dressed and it
was still bobbing and hovering around me. I said "good
morning Grant". It had certainly got my attention. As I
started to go out of the bedroom it bobbed in front of me and back
down the hallway. It turned left and past my granddaughters
bedroom and into the bedroom of my grandson. This grandson was
my son's godson, although they had never met. The balloon bobbed
around in Alex's bedroom and it was at that stage that I called my
daughter to come and see the antics of this balloon. We laughed
and cried and hugged each other, thinking that this was Grant's spirit
come to uplift us. The balloon finally settled above Alex's bed.
I went downstairs into the kitchen/family room area and started to
tell the nanny, who was now feeding my granddaughter her bottle, all
about this balloon when she said "here is your white
balloon" and in came the white balloon to the family room.
We were now pretty amazed. How does a balloon filled with helium
come down the stairs? The balloon again hovered all around us,
came and actually touched me and then finally settled in the sun by
the window. My daughter had also come down the stairs to watch
what was happening.
A few days later the second balloon left
the ceiling in the office and spent a couple of days just drifting
around in the hallway. The day before I left to come back to New
Zealand, I sat at the computer that I had been using every day and
there was a white balloon by the keyboard - the other white balloon
had settled itself in among the photos of Grant on my daughter's desk.
The balloons are still there - slightly deflated - but still there.
For us it was a message from Grant - from
the other side - that he is near us, he made it happen, it was a fun
thing to do, and that he has a strong spiritual connection to us and
he is with us still to comfort us in our time of deep grief and
distress.
I hope this gives someone some light and
some hope - with much love - Robyn
I hope this gives someone some light and
some hope - with much love - Robyn
A Father's Love My mother had to pick my father up from the airport. Unfortunately a dreadful hurricane had blown up, but regardless she braved the 16km journey driving all the way in 2nd gear. All buses and taxis had been ordered off the road and Mum was concerned that Dad would have no other way of reaching home. Part way along the journey she came to a 'T' fork controlled by traffic lights, which were barely discernable. Approaching this Mum had the green light and those on the side road were on red. Part way across the intersection Mum felt guidance from an outer, but familiar source from childhood, and a touch on the hand warning her of danger. She stopped and at that moment a car came out from her right ignored its red light and shot in front of her. Stopping at this moment Mum avoided a side-on collision. Afterwards when she was home safe and relaxed it dawned on her that her father was sitting in the passenger seat, guiding here the whole way, and his timely warning prevented a terrible accident. My Grandfather was one of the earliest AA men and graduated in London just after the First World War. At this time the Patrol Men only had cycles, but later on he graduated to a motorcycle and side car and then on to patrol vehicles. He had a lifetime of experience in dealing with emergency situations and disasters. He was the first man in to deal with the terrible Lynton and Lynmouth Landslide where the rock face collapsed on the villages. A hurricane had brought down boulders onto the unsuspecting village people. Even from spirit he was still acting as protector of his beloved daughter to avoid a terrible disaster. Angelic Ben
Another achievement of his, was to enable the roses to sprout which I had been given in appreciation of the reading. He truly is a pure and beautiful spirit. He told me that he is a guide for his friends, and his role is to protect them. More recently he prevented another of his friends from a certain tragedy. She had an accident when her car hit a tree. Everyone was amazed that she was not seriously injured. The car was badly damaged, but she came out without a scratch. They all thought she was lucky - lucky indeed to have Ben as her Guardian Angel. Extra Terrestrial New Zealand
The person who came and sat down had bright copper coloured hair and wore a sky blue jacket. I was immediately fascinated because of her appearance and also I am sure she had been a man. She started with a sense of excitedness and speed, and couldn’t wait for me to begin as she was awaiting a message, and had been guided to me. She explained with enthusiasm that she travelled the world performing rituals to attune the portals of the planet! She had just jumped on board a plane from Denver, Colorado at the request of spirit and was in New Zealand to carry out a series of attunements to this sacred country. The following is what I passed on to her from spirit… “When you meditate it’s as if you go off in a spaceship and travel to another galaxy. However, what actually happens is that your molecular pattern disintegrates and reassembles into another structure, which is able to be sensitive to, and communicate with, beings from other dimensions. They are androgynous beings who are tall and luminous and speak to you telepathically. You have been able to do this since you were a small child and it made you feel apart from other children. Thank goodness for when Science Fiction TV programmes came along, it gave you a sense of acceptance. You have been of tremendous help to spirit and have worked all over the world. The places I am getting for your attunements are: a beach in Northland (Spirits Bay probably), Rotorua, Lake Taupo, Wanganui River, Marlborough Sounds and a cave in the Southern Alps. Triangulate these and it will make sense.” After the reading I realised that I had only mentioned six place names and I often wonder if she was able to make sense of the seventh one. The attunements I saw and heard her doing were of a ritual involving crystals, chanting and the hypnotic sounds of a flute. She was very excited at this message and said her goodbyes, as she went off to carry out her quest. I often wonder how she got on. For more amazing stories read my book "Psychic Secrets" ...
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