TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

As I have shared before, I connect with my late husband, Jack, through my medium Gail (gailandspirit.com). This last reading was amazing. I described one of the messages in the blog post in which Jack sent Gail an image of an Elvis singing tearjerker from my night before to validate he was with me, The very cool part was the Thumbs Up icon popping onto the screen. It appeared large and like a cartoon overlay alongside of Gail just as I validated the Elvis reference that no one knew about. Gail saw the icon, too, and it felt like Jack was saying, “Yes, you got it! I was there seeing you when you were crying.” But to top it off, it was right after the thumbs up appearance when Gail was given the mental image of him “dropping the mic.” That was funny and so like his personality! I have no doubt he was quite happy with himself. I was certainly impressed, but admit I have no idea how hard it is for Spirit to send thoughts or digital icons like that!

There was another set of images he gave Gail at that reading that showed he was with me earlier that day, too. She received images of a red shirt, my smelling his clothes, and (weirdly enough) the book, Clifford the Big Red Dog. Gail explained to me how it works. She said Spirit can only provide her with images that are in her field of experience, otherwise she wouldn’t recognize them. Then, in turn, she shares those images with the sitter (that’s the person for whom she’s doing the reading). So, at that point, it’s up to the sitter to make sense of how those images relate to his or her life. That meant I needed to figure out how Clifford the Big Red Dog meant anything to me as a message from him.

At first, I went to the dog reference since I love dogs and we had many dogs over our 52 years of marriage. After he lost some of his vision and lost feeling in his legs and feet that last year, we didn’t think it would be a good idea to have a dog underfoot. As for Gail, she was thinking that children’s book image came to her because there might be some significance to the name Clifford. I don’t know a Clifford so I just figured it didn’t connect, but hoping maybe something might come to my memory on another day.

Today I figured it out. This morning, I remembered that on the day before the reading, I had pulled out Jack’s sweatshirts from a dresser drawer thinking maybe it was time for me to start giving more of his belongings away. Knowing it had been over two years, I thought I should be able to part with more of his things by now. The one I pulled out first was his favorite big, red sweatshirt. As I smelled it and held it, I started to sob. It felt so loaded with our memories. It said “Lifeguard” across the chest, and we even had him wear it for a Christmas card picture one year. There was no way I could part with it, so back into the drawer it went.

Well, today when I was looking over my notes on the reading from Gail, it suddenly became very clear adding up that set of her images. A big, red shirt! Not the dog, Not the name Clifford. And not the book. Jack’s Spirit was telling her he saw me with his shirt. His energy was there, he witnessed me smelling it, and he wanted me to know he was with me that day. The child’s book image that formed for Gail was only one of the clues he sent to her, so she would repeat them to me in the hopes my memory would click with something relevant to my life. And it did. .. just like the Elvis singing that night. Both of those emotional experiences happened the day before the reading. Jack’s Spirit knew. And what amazes me is how clever his Spirit has to be to send meaningful messages for Gail that would also be meaningful to my memory of my own experiences.

In any event, I know he knows how I am, and his Spirit is with me. That is just so comforting.