Imagine this: Someone special – perhaps an old friend or loved one you haven’t heard from in years – has stopped by to visit. This person has come from far away, and spent lots of effort to travel and contact you. He or she appears at your front door and knocks loudly, waits patiently, but gets no answer. Where are you? This person can see lights on in your house, and just knows you’re home. Why won’t you answer? Frustrated and a little disappointed, your special visitor eventually leaves – with the hope that later, you’ll recognize that he/she has been here. Sound familiar? This is what spirit experiences when it cannot connect with someone on the Earth plane. And that’s when my job gets tough.

It happens occasionally when I’m working at public message events. I describe a spirit person who touches in with me, and sometimes even hear in my inner ear that person’s name, but no one in the audience claims that spirit. And it’s sad, because they work so hard to come through me, and want so much to connect with you.  

That occurred at a recent Spirit Inspired Messages event that was being taped by Slither Productions in Peterborough, ON, for a TV pilot. Three television cameras were trained on my face as I gazed out over the crowd. Beyond the cameras and the lights, about 100 pairs of eyes stared at me, and the silence was so heavy, you couldn’t lift it off the floor. I had just given a name that spirit had whispered in my ear – Jim McPherson – and no one in the audience raised a hand to identify him. I repeated the name, and gazed hesitantly over the group. Zilch. And this was the third straight spirit person that was going unclaimed. Was I losing my touch? (As it turned out, after the event I’d learn the truth – but it was much too late to keep me from looking wide-eyed and lost on TV.)

Up to that point, things had been going well. Every spirit person I had brought through was claimed by someone in the audience. Some people greeted their loved ones with laughter, others with tears of remembrance.

After a particularly good exchange, involving a grandmother who wanted to wish her granddaughter a Happy Birthday, I cleared my mind, centred myself, and asked for another individual from the spirit world to step forward. A few moments later, I tasted Listerine – the old fashioned kind that was yellow. With my third eye, I saw a set of teeth that were perfect and a pair of size 12 black shoes that were polished to a glistening sheen.

“Can anyone take this gentleman?” I asked, after repeating the information.

Silence answered me. Spirit gave me a few more details – he had been a successful businessman, and enjoyed Big Band music. No one spoke up. I felt bad that no one recognized him. His spirit presence was so strong, I just knew he had an important message for someone in the crowd.

Seconds ticked by that felt like hours. In the corner of my eye, I caught the camera person giving me the signal to move on. I suddenly remembered this was TV, and a couple moments of empty air can seem like hours of nothing on the tube. So I mentally thanked the fellow for coming by, then blessed him and let him go.

Immediately, I sensed a different energy, and described for the group a younger, more virile male spirit who wore checked shirts and rode a motorcycle he called a “hog”.

“Does anyone recognize this motorcycle rider?” I said, as he loudly revved his Harley in my ear. “He got in trouble with the law,” I added, then described his thick beard.

Again, silence. I felt my self-assurance begin to waver. I questioned – then berated – my guides. C’mon, guys, what’s going on here? The motorcycle rider opened the throttle on his bike, then rode away. Well, try, try again.

I told spirit to give me someone and a detail that was so concrete, an audience member would have to know the presence touching in. I quickly spoke what I got: the name “Jim McPherson.”

Three strikes, I’m out.

No way, I thought, and pressed forward. I don’t remember now the next spirit who came through, but when I described the individual, a young woman in the audience raised her hand. It was a family relation. I mentally blew out a quick breath – Whew! – and immediately had my confidence back.

And wouldn’t you know it! After the taping ended, three different people approached me to identify the three spirits that had gone unclaimed.
*    The Listerine man was one gentleman’s father, who had been well-known in the community. The guy had kept quiet because he was nervous about what his father might say in public.
*    A woman said the motorcycle guy was her neighbour, and when he was alive, she had been afraid of him.
*    A woman said she had worked with a Jim McPherson, but she didn’t know him very well. Then she asked me if I could bring Jim back.

I tried to link with Jim’s spirit, but he had gone. “I’m sorry,” I told her. She gave a regretful smile, then moved away. I had to wonder if Jim had been something more than a friend.

I feel bad whenever I can’t place spirits, because they work so hard to connect with me. And it’s frustrating when I can’t get them back after I’ve had to cut the link and let them go. Each spirit that goes unclaimed is like a lost opportunity; they come because have a message – maybe to make some kind of amend, or just to say “I love you.” Imagine how you’d feel if you were looking forward to talking with someone you cared for, but had to go away because the door was locked – even though you knew someone was home.  

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