Crystal Clear Spiritual Messages – Interdimensional Communication involves the transmission of messages by a spirit to a medium who in turn conveys them to the recipient. Sometimes the messages are immediately recognizable, other times they’re not. Each piece of information transmitted is like a piece of a puzzle. It takes time for all the pieces to be assembled and make sense. Spiritual messages may initially seem hazy, but given time and patience, they will become Crystal Clear.
During an Evening of Spirit Communication Event, I was facilitating connections between audience members and their loved ones in spirit.
“I’m detecting a female spirit who was heavily medicated when she passed. Even though she was young, it feels to me like she was 90 years old and enduring a painful, crippling disease.”
Sofia, a woman in the audience, stood.
“My daughter Crystal was young,” Sofia replied, “but she had a rare bone disease, and a month before she passed, the specialist said she had the bones of a 90-year-old woman—those were his exact words!”
“Now I’m getting the number 24,” I conveyed, “and I’m feeling the sensation of my chest being cracked open and ribs separated—which indicates open heart surgery.”
“My daughter was 24 when this horrible disease crippled her. Crystal died three weeks ago. My baby suffered horribly being trapped in a body that started betraying her when she was nine. Most of her teen years were spent as part of experimental research with a disease that you have slimmer odds of contracting than you do winning the lottery. She had open heart surgery—nothing worked.”
“Crystal wants you to know she wasn’t in pain when she passed—it feels like she was heavily medicated.”
Sofia struggled to maintain her composure. “Yes—she was heavily medicated. If you haven’t already guessed, it was an overdose.”
This bereaved mom was devastated and lost in the fog of grief.
“She keeps repeating the name ‘Winnie,’” I conveyed.
A tear rolled down Sofia’s cheek. “Crystal identified with Winnie-the-Pooh’s friend Piglet, who was a very small animal in a big world. I’d read her the lines from Winnie-the-Pooh about being ‘braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think…and loved more than you know.’”
Sofia paused. “I said those words as a finale to her as the funeral director’s people took her body from home.”
“Crystal is transmitting another message,” I explained, “I’m hearing a line from an old song— ‘when a lovely flame dies, the smoke gets in your eyes.’”
“I—I don’t know that song.”
“Don’t worry about figuring it out now—let the message settle in.” I knew this was a lot for her to process so soon after losing her daughter. Yet I also felt her daughter’s spiritual messages would soon be “Crystal Clear.”
A few days later, I received this email from Sofia:
“I understand the message clearly from the song. The night I found my daughter’s body, I had friends who came over immediately, one of whom was a friend’s husband—a preacher. As we all sat waiting for the homicide division to finish their investigation, he told a version of a bible story about how, someday, things would be Crystal Clear.
The song ‘Smoke Gets In Your Eyes’ is a piece of that puzzle. Immediately after her passing, I was surrounded by family and friends. After they left, I was alone and agonized, wondering if I could have saved her. Mothers have been known to lift a truck off their children to save them. Did I make things worse? Could I have at least held her as she exited?
I reflected upon the last Christmas she was alive. I gave her a butterfly necklace with the inscription, ‘Be a butterfly. Take something ugly and make it beautiful. Be a butterfly.’ Then, I felt drawn to sit by the pond in our backyard. I stared at the stone where she loved to sit. It was next to a bush we planted in honor of my best friend’s brother, who had passed. His name was Jacob—we called this the ‘Jacob Bush.’
The bush had never bloomed before, but today it did—there was a single flower on the Jacob Bush. Suddenly, a butterfly circled me and Jacob Bush.
I know this happened because I filmed it with my cell phone! The butterfly fluttered and danced, then it lifted off the Jacob bush, mitigated the wind to float over my daughter’s rock where she loved to sit, fluttered by that single flower, fluttered by me, and continued to circle around the pond my daughter loved, returned to the Jacob bush, danced, then headed for the roof and into the sky. I sat on her rock and said aloud, ‘Jacob, if you can hear me, just tell me…’
Suddenly, a male voice filled my head and said, ‘I’ll show her the ropes!’”
I texted Jacob’s sister and asked if Jacob ever used that expression, but I didn’t give any context of why I was asking. She replied, YES!
And now the song makes sense—when a lovely flame dies, the smoke gets in your eyes.’
I know he’s with her because Jacob was a fire chief! At the fire station, every time he greeted a new recruit, he always said, ‘I’ll show you the ropes.’”
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