One evening my mom came to me and told me, her newly made friend Jackie, (not her real name) was coming over for coffee. I was curious why coffee; my mother barely drank it. Then I realized it was because of me.

My mother had invited her over to see if I could pick up on her brother, who had passed away many years ago. She did not know much about what happened, she just knew he was young.

This woman was not mean, but she definitely had a chip on her shoulder. Oh, let me not forget to mention that she was a skeptic. I have to admit, I did not want to be involved with the situation, but once again, I put my foot forward.

She arrived shortly after my mother‘s announcement. We sat at my dinning room table. It took me a few minutes before I could adjust myself. I was a bit uncomfortable. I was nervous because I feared nothing would come through.

With my heart racing, and my palms sweaty, I began. After a few minutes of silence, I reached for her hand. I stayed quiet for awhile. I felt at peace within the silence of my head.

Once I opened myself to the light, the visions quickly began. I was in a bedroom. I could see a little boy. He stood shyly in the door way. It was like he was afraid to come into the room. I tried to call him over, so that I could see him better, but got no where. He just stayed in the same spot.

It was like a virtual tour. I could see all around the room. There was a natural wood colored dresser by the window which drew my attention. I wanted to open the top draw, but decided to look out of the window first. I could not see anything, but I could hear trains in near distance.

I asked Jackie if she and her brother lived near a train station when they were younger. She replied, “Yes, the tracks could be seen if you looked out the bedroom window.” Though she said this, I could not see the tracks, I could only hear the train.

I could not hold my curiosity back any longer. I opened the top drawer and there it was, a big shinny gun. With that, I snapped out of the vision all together. My heart was racing fifty miles a minute. I felt like an anxiety attack was about to occur. I could not shake the fact that the next thing I would have seen, was this little boy shooting himself by accident!

I opened my eyes and looked at Jackie. She had a grimace on her face. I almost wanted to lie and say I saw nothing, but I couldn’t. I told her what I saw, and asked her if her brother shot himself with a gun. She just looked at me and said, “How old was the boy?” I told her he was not close by, but if I was to guess I would say around eight years old.

Well she just got in a huff and said, “That could not be my brother. He might have shot himself with the gun, but he was ten years old not eight.”

I had to walk away from the table. For her to be in such denial, even after I told her about the trains, the dresser, and the gun, I just couldn’t be in her presence.

It is hard to place an exact age on a spirit. They look younger and more refined than they did when they were here. I would say eight is close to ten. Even if the kid was alive, it would be hard to judge the age when they are that youthful. I don’t know about you, but I am horrible with guessing ages, period.

I believe he showed me what happened. I had no way of knowing about the trains, or that the gun was in the top dresser drawer. Jackie did not disclose this information to us. I think she is just so hurt by the ordeal, and being a skeptic, she could never have enough evidence to make her understand or believe.

It is too bad, I just wanted to tell her that her brother was ok, and that he is still with her.
It is hard for me to deal with stubborn skeptics. Sometimes it can be right it front of their face, and they still deny.

I need to work on my patience with them. Believe me, I know we are all on different levels, and have our own paths to follow, it just gets a little frustrating that’s all. But, I am glad the boy is ok, and maybe one day she will be able to look back at our sitting and feel comfort in it.

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