I was sitting at my computer yesterday struggling to focus on work rather than my sorrow over losing my wonderful and special Aunt Eleanor who had just passed the day before, when something outrageous and bizarre happened. A psychic medium called me out of the blue with a message from beyond. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I am compelled to write this story.
Aunt Eleanor was an icon in my life. She was one of my fathers sisters. She had no children of her own, acquired a lovely step-daughter along the way, but her many nieces and nephews were her kids. I was one.
She was my friend, my confidant, my buddy, my lifelong champion even my boss back in the day when she ran my Dad's office. I was her assistant from the time I was 9. She brought the corsages to my dance recitals, taught me about business, even taught me blackjack. She was always there. She's been my safe harbor since my Mom died a year ago.
Even though we recently found out she had cancer it was a shock she died on Tuesday. She was 73. The doctors said she had more time left. She had her first chemo on Friday and as expected, some difficultly. They said she'd feel better by Tuesday. On Sunday I sat by her bed in a chair, trying to soothe her as she struggled through a horrible day. She mostly slept but would wake and blurt a few words. She looked me in the eyes at one point and said clearly it made her feel so good I was sitting there. It was my pleasure.
Aunt Eleanor was so wonderful to me and to so many throughout her life. It hurt to see her suffer. Flashes of nightmarish scenes of my Mom's cancer that I had blocked out, were rearing themselves as sat listening to the beautiful TV music channel she loved having on. I was feeling numb.
I left around 7 pm. Her two sisters Aunt Linda and Aunt Yolanda were staying and sleeping there.
When I called the next morning to see how she made it through the night Aunt Linda told me she was gone, died next to her in bed. I fell to the floor in sorrow. I went back to the house to share the grief. That was Monday.
YESTERDAY…Tuesday, I was siting at my computer my cell phone rang about 1:30pm. I saw the name on the cell. I stared at the name as it rang. Renata's cell? Renata is a lovely psychic medium pure of intent that I know of from a gal pal who swears by her. Felt a tinge of weirdness seeing her name come up.
A year ago, I spent an hour on the phone with Renata after my Mom passed. I decided one day to take her up on her offer to 'talk.' Many of us look for 'something' after losing a loved one. I was in a parking lot sitting in my car listening to her madly scribbling every word she said in a notebook. I remember strangely feeling like I was having a conversation with my mother father and brother on the other side that day, but put it in perspective. I am open to this possibility and skeptical of course, but it did make me smile as some of what I wrote down was uncanny.
I am open to the possibility that messages from the other side are possible and that some here on this planet may have the ability to hear them. Do I spend all day wondering ? No. I accept the possibility and accept all positive messages as gift . I would like to believe. I've gone through those notes a couple of times since and have been really amazed at what they say. The conversation that day brought me some inner peace.
SO OUT OF THE BLUE YESTERDAY RENATA THE PSYCHIC CALLED ME. She had not even crossed my mind in quite some time. I was a little hesitant and weirded out about why Renata would call me on this particular day out of nowhere. Come on.
There was a little odd start to the conversation on both ends. I asked politely why she was calling me. And she herself was fumfering a little as to why. Said she was feeling dizzy and nauseous and horrible all day and was making soup when she was compelled loudly to go find my cell number and call me.
So I sat back and stopped typing on my computer. I grabbed a pen and some scrap paper. And I was anxious waiting for her to speak.
I told her then that my friend, my Aunt had just passed the day before. She sounded relieved and said oh wow that's it, now I know what this new energy and all this commotion is about. My eyes were wide in disbelief.
AND then she went on and on and on…..throwing out comments and specific names and messages and imagery that just blew my mind! I swear I couldn't believe what she was saying. It was if My Aunt Eleanor was rapid fire sending me stuff. I was flipping out.
There was no obituary in the paper yet and I had not written one word anywhere online nor did anyone else. And the one gal Renata and I know in common I had not spoken to. I was alone with my grief and then this call. Renata lives in Kentucky and I live in New York. So whether or not you believe this is possible let me continue. Trust me I'm with you on the 'you must be kidding me' thing.
Let me tell you what Renata told me. First off, somehow my mother was involved in getting her attention. Thats' whose energy came to her Renata said , obviously so Aunt Eleanor could connect? My mother never forgot a phone number in her entire life on earth. As in life down here it must be all about who knows who up there. LOL.
Renata started to describe all the feelings she herself was having that morning that mimicked the exact physical symptoms my Aunt had on Sunday when I sat by her bed. She described personal physical things that were going on that blew my head. She described the length of her illness . She threw out name after name of others up there and down here that were 'on the money.' I kept flipping out.
Aunt Eleanor's overall message was to let everyone know she had made it safe and sound. Said she went straight to the light. She also said she did not pass away alone. She said. "I am with my sweetheart". Aunt El's husband uncle Ed, had passed a few years ago.
Aunt El said to tell me she knows everyone will cry but she wants us rather to celebrate her life. Said she lived a full and wonderful life .
Renata said people who pass usually do a life review and she began spitting out a list of the 'specific' things that made my Aunt happy in her life. I'm talking 'specific'. Again I was blown away. I was looking around me like I was on game show.
BUT NOTHING BLEW ME AWAY AS MUCH AS WHEN RENATA GAVE ME THIS MESSAGE!!!
Renata said my Aunt was talking about the tons of beautiful scarves she gave me and to know that when I put one around me that she will be with me. She told me to wear one of her scarves she gave me to the service.
I jumped off my chair. On the Wednesday before my Aunt Eleanor passed, I was in her bedroom, she was in bed and my Aunt Yolanda was sitting across the room. Aunt El was clearly aware aware things were going to go downhill soon and she was more worried about everyone else freaking out than herself. She was like that. She tried to never change her upbeat tone of voice in spite of the obvious. Very brave. She was totally herself, when she started ordering around what items she was keeping and what was going to the Salvation Army.
She said "Deb get that box of scarves over there and see if there are any of them you like." She continued saying, " I've have got to get rid of some of this stuff I'm not going to wear anymore anyway. This has nothing to do with anything."
So I hid my sad heart, and playfully indulged her and one by one took out each scarf and we discussed the history of each one and laughed at the Atlantic City scarf. I tried them all on and modeled them and kept most of them. Some really beautiful expensive ones too and she was happy because she wanted me to have them. I called her the next day to say I'd worn one of the scarves already to work and I looked extra fabulous. We laughed. We liked to laugh.
So I've got to laugh as I wrap up this story of the random call from Renata who obviously got a call from Aunt Eleanor direct. I mean come on SERIOUSLY about the scarves????????
There they are in the picture here in a pile for you to see.
Whether I want to believe or not that this is possible I've got to admit I'm totally blown away and I do choose to believe Aunt Eleanor got 'there' safe and sound and is partying with the rest of the crew there.
Apparently said Renata, they were going gambling on a party boat as she saw cards and what looked like Vegas. Funny, thats what Aunt Eleanor and my Mom loved to do together back in the day. Renata never knew about the Atlantic City scarf either.
Renata said , "Love never ceases to be and your loved ones who've passed will do everything in their power to let you know they're ok."
Is there anything else to say today? Outrageous story but true. I will wear one of the scarves to the service.
Renata Santorelli is a member of Still A Babe.
Her website is called The Gathering Space
Renata Santorelli is a Level 2 Research Medium with the Windbridge Institute.
Windbridge provides scientific evidence for life after death and for our loved ones' continued existence in our lives.
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