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Happy Birthday To Me!

A Gift From My Twin Flame

I recently celebrated my 55th birthday and as is common with twin flames, my twin’s birthday was the following day. It is one of those surprising/not surprising things we learned on the way to understanding the true nature of our relationship many years ago.


We grew up together, attending the same middle and high schools and though I’d had a major crush on him, he was four years older than me and for young people, an age difference like that is just too much. Life went on, he graduated, I graduated and that was all, until one day he found me on LinkedIn and reached out.


“Do you remember me?” Of course, I remembered and as we caught up, it was nice to know my crush had been reciprocated. I enjoyed hearing more about his life and where his work had taken him. We had been friends in school but certainly not close ones. We would chat here and there but due to his shyness, and our ages, nothing else ever materialized. Now, as adults there was very quickly a deeper energetic connection and a familiarity that would suggest a much closer past relationship.


I could feel his energy inside of me and I was aware of his presence as if he were next to me. I knew when he woke up in the morning, as if another pair of my own eyes were opening. I felt his annoyance at heavy traffic on the morning commute and frustration with challenges in his work. He could feel my energy as well, though not quite as deeply and I know it scared him, a lot.


As a scientist, he was always looking to make sense of things. Ironically, he specialized in energy transference, specifically in semiconductors and nanotechnology, but this energy was altogether different. That it was also something he couldn’t understand or explain with science only added to his frustration.


Twin flame energy can be intense, deep and often volatile. Like many twins we’d connect for a while, get overwhelmed by our energies coming together and retreat back to our respective corners. It generally took months before we’d find ourselves pulled back together again. Through the years our paths had crossed continually, as if we’d been unknowingly following each other across the country, even living just a few miles away at one point. We didn’t know. We didn’t need to know because, despite the intensity of our energetic connection, we both had families we loved and valued and neither of us wanted to create unnecessary confusion or drama.


In the Fall of 2018, I was headed to his town for a conference. It had been more than thirty-five years and I wasn’t sure he’d want to see me, but I sent the email anyway.


“Would you like to meet for lunch?” We hadn’t communicated in more than eight months so I wasn’t sure what to expect but a few days later, I got a response. He apologized for being slow to reply, he’d been out of the country for work, and was excited for us to meet in person after so many years. I was nervous. I even thought about backing out but my dear friend Kirsten, whom I don’t see nearly enough, had my back as always. She picked me up at the airport and we had a wonderful time just being together. He arrived at the Starbucks where we’d planned to meet, and I could feel him the moment he entered the store. It was like being plugged in to an electric socket.


Over lunch we talked about everything, especially our connection and establishing boundaries to protect ourselves and our families. We talked about what the last several years had been like for each of us, duringthe times we communicated and the times we were silent. Even thoughit had been so many years, and there was a lot to catch up on, it stillfelt like reconnecting to a lost piece of ourselves.


He dropped me off at the hotel for my conference and we agreed to meet for lunch again the next day. This time it was better; we were both more relaxed. Conversation flowed more easily, and I shared some ideas for managing the energy between us, so it wouldn’t feel so overwhelming for either of us. It was a beautiful and remarkable time. The next day was Saturday, with family commitments, and Sunday

I was heading home. Two lunches, that is all there was.


We spent something like six hours together and went back to our lives. We tried to stay in touch, we tried keeping a handle on our energy, but it didn’t last long. A few weeks later we were back to radio silence.


He died eighteen months later. His work took him frequently to Korea and, though much has been made about the covid pandemic starting in China, it’s not hard to imagine it spreading to other Asian nations before making its way to the US. He was admitted to the emergency room with unknown symptoms, things we now know make him an early casualty of the virus, before anyone here knew what to look for of how to treat it.He died less than two weeks before his 55th birthday.


In my work as a medium, my job is to connect my energy to those on the other side, bringing through messages for my clients to show their loved ones are still with them and that the soul indeed continues after the body dies. It is an honor to do this work and the healing it brings to my clients brings me great joy. I love my work but there are not usually messages for me unless I attend and event with other mediums.


It didn’t take long for him to start coming through and, over the course of about six months, I watched as he learned how to communicate in this new way. First it was through a friend at a practice circle, just a few words. Not long after, at a conference, he came through to several mediums with ever expanding communications. Until October 6th, 2023 when, at a packed event with world renown medium, Tony Stockwell, he was the first communicator through the door.


Tony is well known on both sides of the veil and there must have been countless spirits on the other side, hoping to get through and there he was with the most clear, concise and powerful message he’s ever been able to send. He’s come through a few times since then and, while I still miss him terribly, it’s safe to say the struggles in our relationship have greatly improved since his passing. He is part of my team and regularly helps me with my work and communication with clients.


Now it was me turning 55, the age he failed to reach and I asked himto show me a sign. I know he’s around me, it’s different now but I still feel him as an extension of myself and I know he’s near. Still, I wanted a sign.I wanted to know in a way that only he could show me.


For the last 28 years I have been blessed to call the beautiful Jodi Benson my dear friend. Yes, that Jodi B. We met in Mommy & Me and have been friends ever since and it just so happened she was the featured guest foran event at Disney’s Epcot on the nights of my/my twin’s birthdays.We were directed to your seats and as we waited for the event to begin, familiar faces took their seats behind us. The man was an actor and wasthe male lead in the production of Hello Dolly Jodi headlined a few months before. We were never formally introduced at the time and as we made our hellos, my heart was warmed to learn he shared the same name as my twin. His wife’s name? Angela… (angel, in case you didn’t get it).


I know he's around me and I asked him to prove it. In the most delicious and remarkable way he did.


Fun fact; mediumship comes to me over my right shoulder and we had been chatting with our new friends over my left. Frankie Grande, (Ariana’s brother) his husband, mother and of course his dog Appa arrived to sit behind us and well and we had a lovely time chatting with everyone. Just before the show began, Frankie asked to shuffle the seats so he could dance in the aisle, putting our new divinely guided friends now over my right shoulder. As I always say, of you don’t ask, the answer is no.


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