Telepathic Connection at 3am!

 First off I am not going to name names with this one but I am going to suggest that this was quite unforeseen and maybe just a little scary. Look, I am a clairvoyant, and deeply in tune with my spiritual journey and tried many things, and read many books, until I discovered Buddha and all its splendor in my search to find what resonates with my soul. I as you know had lost a baby at 8 weeks, and was really saddened by the ordeal, but in all of this, I realized that maybe this was the beginning of better eating, better quality of life, and to get my finances in order. It has been a scary journey but here is some spiritual soup for you, that might enlighten your journey in its entirety. First off, when we first got the scare of the baby trying to abort his beautiful mission, the night I saw Pegasus. Pegasus is the Greek horse, with the most beautiful wings. I don't really know the story behind it much but I do know he came in the most spiritual white, tainted with baby blue and baby pink to come and collect my darling. He surrounded my husband and I in bed, at around 3 am and there it was, and a week later we were going through the sad reality of not being pregnant anymore. Then there were the three woman that had given us our beauty of life and love. My great grandmother from my maternal side, my grandmother, and my great great grandmother. My grand mother would always pull our big toe to wake us up and low and behold at 3am there she was pulling my big toe. My great great grandmother was looking rather sad staring over me, and my great grandmother always with such a brave and beautiful smile on her face. They were there, protecting me, somehow. And the story goes on. Just last night, my own gynae who took me through this process was in the room at 3am. I have no idea if he intentionally came to visit me, but the subjective communication worked. I don't know him that well, but he surely came to say more than I think I wanted to hear. I then realized that we have a connection of some kind besides my baby, and that maybe he wanted to say how sorry he was that it was not him who made the effort to take the baby to full term. The beauty of it all was that he is in a wheelchair and in our slightly cramped bedroom he parked off and spoke to me as if we had known each other for years. I remember when coming from the operating room, he sat at my bedside with his hand on the bed, looking at me with such sadness in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something. I rubbed his hand to give him solace, as if he was the one with the loss. He wanted to say more I could feel it but my husband stood along side me, and he seemed to have been rather dismayed and sadly disheartened by our tragedy. I realized that gynae's get to see more than you think they do, and the experience they have might be from the bottom up. Personality clash. (Ha Ha) I know he still has more to say, but I think that being around my husband all the time, has brought about great consideration that maybe he had seen something, or known something that I may have never known. What is stranger is that once that anesthetist says goodnight, I tell you they are like dark wing ducks. You never get to see them again. Anesthetists can ghost you. (Laughing a little harder) In essence he was there chatting to me, I don't know if it was because the concern was real or was it just that he had something more to tell me, I just wouldn't know. But subjective communication has worked for me for a job, for money, for payments on certain things and definitely to find love in true places. Which my dearest husband is my number one fan. I just want to let you know that being pure in soul and as early as that, is a sign that the heavens are wide open and they are listening to your every demand. Namaste. And enjoy the festivities of life. Love Gill xxx PS Blessings to my ever so friendly doctor.