Who is really in control?
Last Friday, April 28th, 2023, my son was unusually inquisitive and philosophical. We jumped into the car, as normal, to go to school and almost immediately he started asking questions about life and the spiritual realm.. He asked about the meaning to his dreams and wondered why we come to earth? I was not quite ready for this question almost choking as I drank my coffee. I paused as we came to a red light. After all, it was Friday and these deep questions never really came up a Friday! I thought about it for a second or two longer and gave my twelve year old son, Sean the best explanation I could. He listened intently and made a gesture as if to say okay I get it and returned to his book. While this seemed normal to him, time slowed down for me. It was all too surreal. What was happening here. A few moments later, Sean jumped out of the car at the carline and wished me well for my day. As he walked into the school building, I drove away very slowly trying not to stare at him. My son’s thoughts were deep and I wanted him to know he was loved and we cared.
On the way home, I made a note of this unusual conversation and my thoughts started to drift in all directions. Late afternoon, I was thanking the Angels in the car for some amazing experiences when my eyes get a glimpse of a car traveling on the opposite side of the road and something that terrifies me. I have no idea what is going on. The driver of the car going in the opposite direction is wearing a hoodie, covering all of his hair and part of his face. He also has big sun glasses on and the minute I see his face I freeze. I am getting picture after picture from this young person in a split second. All the hairs are standing straight up. The car goes by me really slowly and I try to take a deep breath! It leaves me cold for the next mile or so home. I am terrified, frozen by some form or fear, grief or strange reaction. I have no idea how I got home in one piece. At home, I try to shake this all off by going for a walk with my dog, Buddy, but it’s no use, I just keep breaking out in uncontrol able tears walking down the road. Thank goodness no one appears to be walking the same road as me. I just try to look at the trees, the beautiful birds and even the squirrels going on their way to bring back some peace.
I am unable to sleep that night, tossing and turning in my normally comfortable bed, wondering if the young man I saw was in despair or what. I prayed to God and the angels for help, knowing in my heart and soul something was really really wrong. Exhaustion finally caught up with me in the late hours and I fell sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. Both my children would be playing soccer games and the entire family would be there to show their support.
The next morning everyone awoke with such vibrant energy. The house was ALIVE. I was gathering my things when all of a sudden something turned my body around and made me veer straight for my phone in the bedroom. I have no idea who, why, what or when? My entire body just moved and went straight to my phone sitting on the chest of drawers still plugged in charging from the night before. In only seconds, I am speechless, someone has gone missing. I have received a photo and a request for help. The young man in the photo is the spitting image of the guy in the truck from the day before. My whole body is numb and the last 48 hours now seem surreal. He has been missing since Friday morning. I am stuck, I have to go to my children’s soccer games but the Angels tell me, we can still help! There are two other Psychic’s involved too. We arrive at my daughter’s game and the other team fails to show. Something that never happens! The team decides to play a game of parents verses team and I let my son and husband participate . The rest of the day is incredible. All three ladies involved receive very vivid, detailed dreams and visions of where this young man is, his story, his life. They all respond to their visions and follow.
He was communicating like an antenna had been launched and whom ever heard him responded. While there was despair for hours, through the Grace and Peace of one so young, this young man was found. There was freedom.
The rest of the weekend was full of tears until around 2:00am on Monday morning, a face I had come to know, showed themselves so clear in my dream. He looked amazing, clear and fresh and smiled like no human I had ever seen. He showed me he was with his friend, out having fun and left me with a knowing as he looked right through my soul that he was glad he was found. I thanked him and woke up drenched in tears.
He left me with the words.
The Poem.
I knew right there and then in the dark and dim room. I had to send the poem. The verse I had seen the day before to his mom and that I did. At 8:30am on Monday morning, I sent the poem via text like I was ordered to do like a faithful companion. I could feel a hand on my shoulder literally as I hit the button sitting in the parking lot of Kroger just up the road. With that hand, I put my phone down and closed my eyes. I drifted off into a meditative state and heard a voice say now go to 9:00am Mass at church. I responded faithfully and went to Mass. I was praying for his family and the coming days. I could feel God in the room and such unexplainable presence. I thought of my son and how he prepared me for the days that were to come. My heart was filled with Grace and respect for all life as I walked up to communion like something huge was guiding me. The lady in front of me turns to return from communion and our eyes meet. It is this beautiful boys mother, here in this amazing place praying also for her great loss. There is an understanding on both of our faces. I am stunned. I return to my seat and proceed to cry. I cannot speak. Mass ends a few minutes later and we all embrace.
The dream is passed on as God would have it and we say our goodbyes!
Who is really in Control?
YOU ARE NEVER ALONE!
Here is the Poem!
A Psalm of Life
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait