Spirit sure has a sense of humour. Who would’ve thought a connection would be made between a father who wanted to speak with his “two darling daughters” and chocolate chip cookies?
I was recently serving spirit at The Stump in Lily Dale, New York, the largest Spiritualist centre in North America. Three times a day, mediums from all over the world volunteer at message services to connect people with their loved ones on the other side of life.
It’s always a thrill when the service’s chairperson calls, “And now, for our next worker, a visiting medium from Toronto: Carolyn Molnar.”
And there I am, walking to the front of the group, full of hope with my work and asking spirit to be open with me so I can bring messages of love and comfort to those who need to hear from their friends and relatives in spirit.
I looked out over the 200-some eager people to hear from the spirit world, and my eyes suddenly fixed on two blonde heads sitting in the second row. The young ladies with well-coiffed hair looked like sisters. In my head. I heard a gentle voice, yet one with a little gruff around the edges, saying, “My two darling daughters.”
I began getting a clearer picture of this father in spirit, and as I described what I was getting, the two women looked more and more puzzled. “And this has no meaning for you?” I asked. Both shook their heads. Huh, I thought, what’s going on here?
And then I saw three women sitting behind the blondes nodding vigorously. They were the exact opposite of the blondes: a middle-aged lady and two young women with jet-black hair, tattoos covering their arms, and piercings in places I didn’t know could be pierced.
“You’re describing our dad,” one of the young woman said. (Later, I learned the third woman was their aunt.)
As soon as I felt the connection, the father energy grew stronger. I described the fellow as having a loud personality and a big heart. I related a few other personal things, and the sisters smiled. But they seemed confused when I gave their father’s last message: “Don’t forget the chocolate chip cookies.”
I shrugged and said, “I guess he just wants you to think of him every time you eat a cookie.” Then, comically shaking a fist at them, I added, “And he says have them with milk. Nothing stronger!”
The next day, I’m walking the Lily Dale grounds and the dark-haired sisters ran up to me. “Oh, my God!” one exclaimed. “What you said sounded just like him.”
“Except for the chocolate chip cookie,” I said with a good-natured shrug.
“Oh, no! You were spot on,” she said. “The last thing he ate before he died was a chocolate chip cookie. And when you said, ‘and nothing stronger than milk’ – that’s just the kind of thing he would say.”
Their aunt chimed in, adding, “He really loved his daughters. Thank you for keeping his memory alive by talking with us.”
“I was glad to help,” I said, and then each sister gave me a hug.
Bringing people close to their loved ones is always empowering. As my husband and I continued our walk, he said, “Y’know, all this talk of chocolate cookies…” I rolled my eyes as we detoured toward the cafe.
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