From Spirits to Messages

During a recent trip to Sedona for a cyberpsychology conference, I felt inspired to dive back into research. The conference, focused on cyberpsychology and artificial intelligence, sparked my ambition to apply for a grant and start a new project upon returning to Canada. Alongside the professional insights, I also planned to take a few days to explore the Grand Canyon and Sedona with a dear friend, who was grappling with unsettling health news. We decided to visit one of Sedona’s renowned crystal shops, where my friend met a woman named Amberley. According to her, Amberley “scratched her soul,” seeing right through her struggles and uncovering her pain. Amberley sold us both expensive crystals, instructing us to “bless” them at one of the many vortexes before leaving Sedona.

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, we made our way to Chapel of the Holy Cross, touted as the strongest vortex sites in all of Sedona. Following Amberley’s advice, my friend placed her crystals in the chapel’s fountain to “charge” them in the morning sun. Inside, I sat quietly in the pews while she stood on a plaque said to conduct energy through your feet into the earth. The visit was peaceful, and the following day, we continued to the Grand Canyon, soaking in its breathtaking scenery.

A week later, back home, I attended a long-awaited massage appointment. While the massage was deeply relaxing, I couldn’t shake a persistent vision of my massage therapist sitting at the bedside of an elderly woman. After trying to ignore it, I finally asked, “Do you have a grandmother in the hospital? Have you visited her lately and held her hand?” The therapist confirmed that her grandmother was in long-term care, but she hadn’t visited her recently due to her dementia, as the family believed she wasn’t aware of their presence. I urged her to visit, hold her grandmother’s hand, and assured her that her grandmother would know she was there. Along with the vision, I saw an image of a pearl necklace, which I mentioned briefly. My therapist, curious and open, promised she would go see her grandmother.

After the session, as I walked to my car, I distinctly heard a voice say, “Thank you.” Startled, I surprised even myself by responding out loud, “You’re welcome.” Weeks later, during another massage, I felt the same voice urge me, “Ask her.” So, I did. I asked if she had visited her grandmother and held her hand. Almost immediately, my therapist thanked me profusely, explaining that her grandmother had passed the day before, and if it weren’t for my message, she wouldn’t have had the chance to say goodbye. She also shared that her grandmother treasured a pearl necklace she had worn to her sister’s wedding, connecting the vision to reality.

That encounter seemed to open a floodgate. Suddenly, visions and messages began arriving in overwhelming waves. At a Halloween gathering, I left early, only to receive a call the next morning from a friend worried about a disagreement involving another close friend at the party. As we spoke, I closed my eyes and saw a woman in a soft white sweater with dark brown hair, holding a heart-shaped necklace in silver or white gold outlined with beveled edges. When I asked her who she was, she said, “Her mother.” I felt a profound sense of worry and asked the spirit to show me how she had passed. She touched her chest, over her breasts, then shifted to an image of snuggling a child holding a small squirrel stuffed animal.

I relayed this vision to our mutual friend, asking if her mother had ever gifted her a necklace like the one I described. She immediately confirmed with, “YES, OMG.” I later learned her mother had passed from lung cancer, explaining the chest reference. When I mentioned the squirrel, my friend shared that her mother adored chipmunks at their family cottage, and she associated them with her mother.

The next day, her mother appeared again, this time showing me art supplies and something about a sun being displayed somewhere, like on a fridge. I called my friend, who sent me a screenshot of the song playing in her car in that same moment—“Sunshine on My Shoulders”— this was displayed on her car’s entertainment screen. In that moment, I felt her mother’s presence so strongly. I could even smell floral perfume, a scent her mother often wore. There was no doubt that she was there.

Since then, her mother has reached out to me on several occasions. One moment in particular stands out. It was around 2:30 PM when I received a message: “Put down the notes and speak from the heart.” I remembered my friend telling me days earlier about a job interview she had secured, and her excitement and nervousness was palpable. Her mother also kept showing me the word “bunny”, and pictures of books with bunnies on the cover. Accustomed to my spontaneous insights, I texted my friend the message. After sending it, I carried on with my day, not giving it much more thought.

Later, at 4:54 PM, my friend responded to my text with a photo of the notes she had just opened, accompanied by the caption, “Oh my GOD.” She then followed up with, “SHE CALLED US HER BUNNIES.” She explained that she had just sat down to prepare for her interview and opened her notes when she saw my message. I’m thrilled to share that she ultimately landed the job. She later admitted that instead of relying on her notes during the interview, she followed her mother’s advice and spoke from the heart. Both of us felt certain her mom was cheering her on, offering her strength and encouragement when she needed it most.