It is I, Amadeus. Many years ago, we sought your attention. You were
frightened, yet curious. This dinner party set your mind in motion, and
you feel it uncanny that after all of these years, you are now a channel.
Once frightened, now in reverence.
Love and Light, Amadeus.
It was thirty-five years ago that I was first introduced to the psychic
world at my parents’ dinner table. They had invited me and
my then husband, Steve, to dinner. My sister and a family friend,
Frank had also been invited. Frank, on his way to Texas from
California for a vacation, had stopped in Tucson to visit with my parents
for the day. Dinner was filled with chatter as Steve and I got to know
Frank. I was curious about him, since my parents rarely had company,
and I wanted to know why he had been chosen to join us.
My parents had met Frank while they were living in Elk Grove, a
small community near Sacramento, California. He had been to dinner
at their home, and my sister had met him then. She was still living at
home at the time and attending the local high school. My mom and dad
had since moved back to Tucson (along with my sister, brother and, of
course, the cat), and they were eager to enjoy their friend Frank in their
new surroundings.
When dinner was over, the conversation turned to religion, and then
to the spirit world. I had never met anyone like Frank, who had such
immense knowledge of God, Jesus, and religious teachings. I was fascinated
and settled in for a long, lovely evening, as I wanted more of this
religious energy. He seemed so confident about his knowledge of God
and religion, and that intrigued me.
Conflicting feelings battled within me when Frank suggested a
séance, but he seemed so clear in his religious knowledge that I felt
comfortable enough to agree. Still, I will never forget my deep-seated
fear, as we moved forward, that Source – my name for God or a Higher
Power – would not like the direction the evening was taking. Growing
up, I’d been taught in church that the spirit world was the work of the
devil – and yet here I was in the comfort of my parents’ home, and they
seemed happy enough to move forward. How could I resist, given that I
was their child, and (at that time in my life) did as they wished?
I have since learned that the spirit world is not the work of the devil,
but quite the opposite. In fact, I now know that this realm is based on
unconditional love. (Frank used the word “God,” but in my attempt to
bring this book to those who do not believe in God, or who call this
higher power by a different name, I use the term “Source.” Today, when
my Guides and Others speak through me, they use “God,” so later on,
when I share their messages with you, I use that term to preserve their
exact wording.)
Frank asked for everyone’s agreement before he began. I paused
briefly and then, after deep contemplation, nodded yes. I reasoned that
my fear was based on those church teachings I’d grown up with, but
Frank’s intelligence, quiet presence, and his caring and affection for my
mom and dad put me at ease.
Frank said that each of us could ask a question when his Spirit Guide
came through. He explained that she was a woman named Shay, and
when he spoke, a woman’s voice did come through him! At that moment,
I knew it was no longer him, but Spirit speaking. When it was my turn
to ask a question, I told Shay about a dream that I’d relived over and
over. As I spoke, Shay told my sister to take my hand because I seemed
frightened. This surprised me, as my sister is eight years younger than
me and was in high school at the time – and I was the mother of two!
Shay went on to explain that the dream was in my subconscious, and
that it came from a past life. It seems I was married to a German officer
in World War II, and since I was living in a city, not a rural village, the
war was an everyday, real-life nightmare! During the battles, I found
myself running from one building to the next, trying to outrun the shells
that pummeled the city. I always felt such fear when this dream came to
me, and would awaken feeling that it was so real. But Shay’s explanation
that it was a past-life memory felt so right, and to this day, that dream
has never returned, no matter how many times I repeat this story.
Shay then spoke to my husband, Steve, telling him that he had so
much love surrounding him, but took none of it in and gave none of
it out. Knowing this to be true, I began to think that there might be
something of value to this eerie evening, after all. Then Shay had another
message for me. She knew I was giving a friend some valuable
help, although my husband said I was just being used and to drop her.
To my amazement, Shay recommended that I continue the friendship.
Interestingly enough, that friend is still part of my life, and Steve is no
longer my husband.
All the guests, including my parents, received messages pertinent
to them, but those messages are not part of my memory. I do recall,
though, that the evening ended with lightheartedness and pleasure,
leaving me a believer in all that had happened and determined to delve
into what I had learned.
