September 08th 2008 -
He was tall and lanky, wood beads wrapped around his wrist. Don was a P.H.D. that died one day. From the other side of the veil Arms reached out to him. Called back, he was ripped through the veil to return to life with the gift of Spirit Communication....and two foreign languages. His beloved English language was gone. Relatives rushed an interpreter to his bedside. It was decided he was speaking German. Who was he now? What was he now? What message did he have from the other side? Tomorrow Brass Ovary will interview this amazing man!
Our Story - Meeting the Man from a distant Journey Beyond
A young woman was schedualed to have a Palm Reading on her young son. She pulled up in a van with a distinguished man beside her.
I walked behind them to my studio door and observed his free loping gate. As he entered my door a relaxed sigh burst from him. “Ohhhhhhh…your home….most peaceful.”
I wondered how long he had been in America. He seemed at a loss for words, as if he was grasping for sentences from mid air. I waited patiently for his words to form, wondering what the connection was between this young attractive woman and older artistic man from a long journey. She gave no explanation.
OUR READING BEGAN WITH A BABY PALM READING
Our appointment had been for a Palm Reading on her childs tiny hand. She was interested in knowing what gifts and character qualities stood out. All hand characteristics are based on rules over 2,500 years old. The child's hand showed artistic qualities, an open nature that would grow be a nurturer. He would be an adventurer with an independent nature; some one people could depend on as long as he was allowed time alone. A natural thinker, it was important the mother realize this child should be given much time with paper and paints, blocks and creative stimulation. Most of all the mother needed to give the child his natural need to be alone, with out worrying about him becoming anti social.
“WILL YOU READ MY FATHER?” she then asked.
Ahhhh…….now I understood the connection. I brought out my Tarot deck, my tool for Channeling to the voice within. On beginning his reading I asked him to say his name 3 times. “Metamorphosis” came up. A warning was heard. The Tarot went into detail. He was living inside a dream, and in these living dreams, he was evolving. He was as vulnerable as a child. I thought of a cocoon with a sleeping caterpillar inside it.
His reading cautioned him to be less gullible and surround himself with more boundaries. Something about this man’s intellectual creative side would attract those with money. In dealing with con men attracted to his creative polish, he must realize his vulnerable honesty was an easy target for profitable "dream snatchers." They would try to make a profit for them selves, and then abandon him. It was important for him to be cautious. I could not shake off the feeling, also, that this man was surrounded by many faces, ...all in a journey of dreams like him. They were with him, listening...absorbing.....counting on him.
“Would you like to know my Story?” he asked in a German Accent.
"Yes! Please.” I was fascinated with this mans raw vulnerable side, as if an Alien visiting a new planet, everything seemed new and intriguing to him.
“I had a stroke. When I came back my words… and language... were gone.
My mental slate… was wiped…..clean.
I came back speaking in German and Lakota…..No memory… of English”
“Spirits came to me… as I recovered,…they begged for help.
I t was …overwhelming.
On the other side, …..I saw best friends who died. “Go Back” …they said.
I came back… hearing my family call for me.
The other side….so beautiful…..all was one.
Love and beautiful light…….every where.
I felt my self go back…and with me….two worlds came.
I will never be the same person.
I spoke in German …..and Lakota.
No one …..understood me.
My family searched for ….an interpreter.
I was speaking ...the language of my ancestors.
In my hospital bed ...I was surrounded by lost souls
…who asked for my help. I ...was overwhelmed
AND THE GRANDSON?
Before they left we held the hands of the baby boy and his Grand Father, side by side. The lines and shape of their hands were almost identical. His Grandfather laughed. He told me that in one room he relearns English for hours each day, counseling lost spirits.
In the next room the little boy plays, talking seriously in his own language, speaking and waving his hands to entities no one can see but him.
Ann Marie O'Dell - Certified Psychic Consultant
Early, IA 50535
Ann Marie is a Professional Certified Taort Advisor and Co Hosts a Psychic Radio show called 'The Brass Ovary"