“For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.”
~ Brian L. Weiss
*Note – all names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.
Last year Beth’s mother brought her along to a session with me because Beth had been insisting on seeing that lady.
I need to see that lady. I need to see that lady. I need to see that lady, Beth chanted over and over again as only two-year-olds can.
What lady? Beth’s mum asked.
The one who saw me before I was borned.
Yep, that would be me…
Beth’s mum has been a client of mine for fifteen years, and I’d connected to the soul who would become her daughter in our very first psychic session, before she’d ever met her future husband, Beth’s dad. Beth was a bright little bubble of light in her mum’s aura.
Beth’s mum was skeptical that first day. She had PCOS and had been told she would never have children. Over the next decade I saw Beth’s mum a few more times. She met a wonderful man. They fell in love and married. They tried everything, but there was no baby. They resigned themselves to being childless and adopted two small dogs instead.
Then, at the age of thirty-six, she became pregnant. They’d long ago stopped using any form of birth control. She didn’t realise until she was nearly six months along, such had been the erratic nature of her cycles, and then three short months later Beth was born. A healthy baby daughter. They’d been worried she might have had problems – Beth’s mum had been on aggressive drug treatment for acne when she fell pregnant, but Beth was fine. In fact, she was thriving. Beth’s mum sent me a long email and lots of photos of their adored little girl. I was thrilled for them.
Last year, Beth and her mum came back to see me. Beth’s mum booked in for a top-up session, and cleared it for her to bring her toddler along. Just for a visit. Beth’s mum promised me that her daughter was very shy, and would sit quietly in her lap, or play on the floor with her toys.
Um… no. :)
When the doorbell rang, and I opened the big old wooden door, a tiny person charged inside, her mum hurrying to catch up with her.
Hello, said this little poppet, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. I remember you. Do you remember me? I’m Beth, but my proper name is Grace-Margaret. The way she said Grace-Margaret, the tiny girl sounded like a Southern Belle. That’s my last-time name, she added, but Mummy didn’t know. It’s okay. I don’t mind being Beth this time. It’s a nice name.
Beth’s mum looked at me, confused. I gave her a hug and assured her that everything was fine. Meanwhile her little daughter had walked into my reading room and had climbed up into the chair meant for her mother.
We need to tell Mummy about Will-iam, said Beth in her baby, sing-song voice.
Who’s William? Beth’s mother asked, completely unnerved.
I pretended as if conversations like these happened all the time around my dining room table.
Is he your Guide, darling? Beth’s mum prompted. Or an Angel? Beth’s mum was very into Angels.
See! Beth said, looking right at me.
What shall we tell Mummy? I asked brightly. But I knew…
He’s coming, Beth announced proudly. Will-iam is coming to stay. He’s going to be my brother. And then she rolled her eyes as if the joke was hilarious. Again! she said. Will-iam is going to be my brother again. Like last time.
No, Beth’s mother said gently. Mummy isn’t having any more babies. You are my one miracle.
See? Beth said to me. She won’t believe me. You tell her. You can see him, can’t you? You can see my baby brother like you saw me?
But before I could say anything, Beth’s mum held up her hand, and her eyes filled with tears. Please, she whispered, can we talk about something else? The doctors had assured her there would be no more children. Ever. No matter what she tried.
Beth hugged her Mum hard. It’s alright, Mummy. He won’t be any trouble, she said. And then she sat down on the floor with her colouring book while her mum and I talked about other things.
In February this year, Beth’s mum left a message for me on facebook. She was pregnant again.
Last night I received another long email from Beth’s Mum. Attached were several photos of Beth proudly holding her little brother, William. Another healthy child.
William looks quiet and wise, and very peaceful. The love between Beth and her brother shines bright in every image. It’s so fulfilling for me to see the souls I have met firstly as energy, now made human in their form once more. Especially in the presence of so much love.
Life is the most amazing mystery, isn’t it? I take great comfort from that. Great comfort, indeed.