103 Sure Enough, There was a Hand in The Photo Waving, Hi

                                       My son, Kyle, waving, "Hi" to me after he died.

     

      I happily accepted a Health Careers class where the students learned C.P.R., First Aid, what types of health careers exist and I received our administration's approval to teach Reiki, a natural healing technique. Second-semester kids who were interested in health careers were placed in senior citizen homes twice a week to help out. 

      I encouraged these students to go to ‘Life Expo’  because there would be tons of free natural healing workshops and exhibits there, so a few of the kids met me at the Expo.

     Stephanie, one of my students, and I decided to have a photo taken of our  aura and then have a reading done on what the colors meant. (She had lost a sister years earlier.) I had never done this before, so I was excited. Little did we know that we would receive more than a photo of ourselves. After the grey-headed lady took my picture, she glanced at my pic and said while she was handing it to me, “Looks like you have someone on the other side who wants to say, ‘Hi.’"

    Beaming, I took the picture, knowing full well, who it was before I even looked at it. Sure enough, there was a hand behind my right shoulder, by my head. The fingers were elongated and a little blurry as if the hand was moving quickly. I chuckled, wondering if Kyle was busy somewhere else, and then realized what I was about to do and zapped in almost too late, so his hand was blurry.  Or I wondered maybe since he was a newbie up in heaven, he was still learning how to transfer his energy onto the earth, who knows. (Ha... ha… Kyle just told me it was the later. He told me later that once a spirit accepts that he/she is dead or accepts that their loved ones will be fine without them, they don’t need to spiritually hang around on earth, they tend to stay in heaven.  But when they want to show up, it takes a lot of energy.) 

     “Yeah, it’s my son,”  I confirmed, feeling like something was stuck in my throat. I was overjoyed and immensely moved that Kyle took the time to show me that even though he was in heaven, he still had time to say, ‘Hi!’ Then the woman explained what the colors meant. 

   Once Stephanie saw the photo of Kyle’s hand her face lite up and decided to have her aura picture taken also. I reminded her to call her sister in. After the heavy set photographer snapped the picture, she handed it to me with a smile on her face. (Maybe she thought Stephanie was my daughter.) I looked at the photo first and then smiled a smug satisfying smirk.  There it was, two fingers held up in a peace sign, right beside Stephanie’s right ear, the hand still and the colors vibrant.  Huge alligator tears rolled down Stephanie's cheeks, she wiped them off quickly, not wanting her classmates to see them.

   I gave her a hug and whispered, “I told you that your sister was still there for you.” The grin on her face was priceless. I could tell that was exactly what she needed, a verification that she was indeed talking to her sister.  A few of her classmates gathered around her to see what was in her photo, astonished at what they saw. 

   I still remember a few months earlier when Stephanie walked into my classroom during lunch and asked if I had time to talk.  I gestured to a student desk and I seated myself across from her. “Ms. B., I used to speak to my sister, but she doesn’t talk to me anymore. Is she mad at me?” Big alligator tears seeped from her huge brown eyes and rolled down her round cheeks.

     At first, I thought that she and her sister had a fight, but then I had this feeling in my gut. “She’s on the other side, isn’t she?”

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     She nodded, wiping away a few of her tears with the back of her hand.  I asked if someone had told her to stop talking to her dead sister, but she couldn’t remember. (This is very common.) I reminded Stephanie to meditate, so she could slow down her vibrations, and then start talking to her sister, welcoming her back into her life again and apologize for not talking to her for so long.  

      A week passed, and I asked her if she was able to get in touch with her sister.  Stephanie’s big brown eyes glistened, and a huge smile followed. “Yes, Ms. B.”  

   I can’t promise anyone that if you have had an aura picture taken that one of your loved ones is going to show up in the photo, but I'm sure if you keep trying, eat right, your channels will be open to receive, just be patient. You might have a pleasant surprise.