THE DEAD SENT HER FLOWERS!
‘Libby’ and I are having a Phone Session. She tells me that a few days before Christmas she suddenly smelled the sweet scent of flowers while resting in her bedroom. She says she can’t figure out what kind of flowers they might have been or where the smell came from.
“Oh!” I say, “They’re white flowers.”
Libby is surprised. “Yes! That’s what I was thinking!”
I’m now looking days back at Libby’s experience.
“I see your mom and Dad in your bedroom and another woman in a blue shirt is with them.”
“Oh, I bet that’s my Aunt Frilly!”
I pause. Then, “Oh my gosh, there’s your Fiancé ‘Chad’ who died so many years ago in that motorcycle crash! And there are other people there, too. They’re saying things like ’Doing this is a real hoot. Libby will really be surprised by this.’