Signs, Signs, Everywhere There's Signs....

When I delivered a message to my husband from his late father, I did so with great trepidation. I was not sure if he would think that I was totally off my rocker as I have never told him about the gifts that I had because at the time, I was suppressing them. I was just trying to get through my recovery and I didn't want to add another dimension to my life, but what I didn't realize at the time was that by opening myself up to the messages that I was receiving, I would be given the final key that would open up the door to my recovery. It has truly transformed my life and after I gave my husband the message from his father, his life was transformed as well. The two questions that he asked me afterwards were, "How do know these messages are true? How do you get them?" Both valid questions, and both I expect I will asked repeatedly in the future, so I thought I would share with him the most poignant experience that I had to date and I am now going to share it with you all.

As many of you know, I have been in treatment for an eating disorder for the last nine years, but what I have yet to go public about is that my eating disorder stemmed from thirty years of sexual abuse that started when I was only three months old. I have long since moved past the shame of what happened in my childhood, but this is the first time that I am going public with this information. My intentions for doing so are purely to help everyone have a better understanding of where my gifts came from, how I receive messages and signs, and how they have helped me survive my first thirty years on this Earth and how they are helping me help others to transform their own lives.

About 4 1/2 years ago I was sitting in one of my therapist's office trying to come to grips with the fact that my father had been sexually abusing me almost every night of my childhood, as was my brother, and most every male family member. My therapist asked how I thought I was able to survive in such an abusive home and I immediately mentioned my grandmother. My Grandmother was the only family member that I had that I felt loved me, like truly loved me. She lived with us, and in fact her and I shared a bedroom until I was around 3-4 years old. I followed her everywhere and wanted to do everything that she was doing. She was my safety, my protection, my only source of love and comfort and I absolutely adored her. But one day, she was gone. She had moved out of our house with no explanation and I didn't see her for several years despite the fact that she moved into my aunt's house right down the street. I had always wondered why. Why did she move out? How could she leave me? Why didn't she say goodbye? Why couldn't I see her anymore? The pain of those unanswered questions had me sobbing in my therapist's office because even forty-some years later, I still couldn't make sense of it. My therapist looked at me and gently said, "Kara, do you think your grandmother found out what your dad was doing in your room every night and she left?" Now, my grandmother was completely deaf so I knew that she wouldn't hear anything when my father would come in to molest me at night. I knew this because I use to cry out for her and she always remained asleep. So when I heard my therapist ask me that question, my immediate response was, "Absolutely not!! She didn't know. She would have done something if she knew. She wouldn't have left me there if she knew!" I wouldn't allow my mind to go to that possibility because my love for my grandmother was the only thing that I salvaged from my past and there was no way that I was going to let anything tarnish it. My therapist conceded that we would never know the truth because my grandmother had passed several years ago and neither one of my parents were willing to accept responsibility for their actions and behaviors.

I ended the session feeling very unsettled and on my way to the restroom I asked my grandmother to give me a sign letting me know that it wasn't true and that she loved me. As I was washing my hands, I felt a rush of air behind me and when I looked into the mirror I saw my grandmother standing right behind me. She was there, exactly how I remembered her with her hair all done, dangling earrings on, and her bright yellow cardigan that she always wore. I was stunned and speechless and could barely believe my eyes until I heard her speak to me.

As we held each other's gaze in the mirror she said to me, "Kara, I knew. I saw what your father was doing to you. There was nothing that I could do to stop it and I had to leave. I am so sorry. I never stopped loving you. I am here with you always. I love you. I'm sorry." And just as fast as she appeared to me, she was gone but her words were draped over me like a heavy blanket and I can still feel the weight of them to this day.

Messages aren't always easy to hear but they are always truthful and given with the most loving intentions. My grandmother's message was definitely difficult for me to process but it allowed me room to learn how to forgive and how to find the positive in what appears to be negative. Yes, my grandmother left me alone in a house full of predators, but later on she gifted me with a safe place to go. When I restored contact with her when I was in the 4th grade, her apartment became my safe haven and I would spend hours there. It was the one and only place where I go and take a deep breath knowing that for a brief period of time I was safe and loved.

From that day on, I started being more cognizant of the signs and symbols that I was receiving from the Spiritual realm. Sometimes the signs are subtle, like a song coming on the radio that speaks to exactly how you are feeling in the moment, and sometimes they are loud and bold. When I am connected to the Spiritual realm during a reading that I am doing for someone, I receive many different signs and messages. At the beginning of the session when I am first connecting with the loved one that wants to be heard, I am given what I call 'Confirmation Signs." These are signs that lets both myself and the person that I am reading for know that the loved one is truly present. Subtle ways this happens is that I am shown specific tattoos that the person who passed away had or that the loved one here on Earth got in memiorium, or a special piece of jewelry that my client has in their possession. The things that I am shown are things that I have no way of knowing about and are intended to let the client know that their loved one is indeed present with them. A bolder sign that I have received during a reading is the manner in which the person passed away. On one particular occasion, I was sitting and all of a sudden I couldn't breath. My throat felt like it was starting to close and my heart began to pound in my chest. It was very sudden and it was only when I pieced together that the Spirit I was in contact with had died of anaphylaxis shock from a bite of some sort that my body began to regulate itself.

The more I practice and connect with the Spirital realm, the esaier it is for me to translate the signs and messages that I am being shown. I feel very humbled by this gift that was bestowed upon me and I only intend to use my gifts with people who approach me asking for a reading or connection to a loved one. Although I receive messages all the time, I would never give them to someone who has not asked to receive them, for I respect and understand the emotional gravity of such messages. I am always so honored to be the one who gets to be the conduit for people to reunite with their loved ones and I look forward to connecting to more of those loved ones who are gone but never forgotten!