When you call out into the Universe, someone will aways hear you. Here’s what happened the day Stephen when to a birthday party.
Come read the story about the day I connected with a little boy, somewhere in the world.
“But I don’t want to go to the birthday party” said Stephen. His mom replied with “but you should go, you’ll have fun and all your friends will be there.”
“But I don’t want to go! “There will be balloons and clowns and lots of noises! I want to stay home with you mommy!”
“Steven go get your present and let’s go in the car. I’ll take you to your friends house, you’ll have a good time.”
I’m sitting outside right before sunset enjoying the beautiful colors in the sky listening to the birds and watching them get their last meal for the day before they bed down when I hear from Steven.
“I’m afraid of balloons! I’m afraid of
balloons! Keep them away! Keep them
And I heard this in my head over and over.
I didn’t mean to smile to myself when I saw little Steven only about eight years old, blonde hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes you could imagine. He also was horribly afraid of balloons – from what I heard.
From what I heard? Where is this information coming from and why is it so clear in my head? What’s happening here?
Primary colors fill the room. The smell of birthday cake was in the air and there were children playing games, running around, eating cake and having a good time and then there was Steven in the corner of the room.
I saw him standing there with his hands and his fingers in his mouth, shaking. His blond hair and whiteface were almost the same color he was so pale from fright.
He was calling out for somebody to help him, anyone.
And I heard him! I heard his cry for help. Not that it was a serious event but to Steven, it sure was.
I thought for a moment then remembered that some people really do have a fear balloons. I remembered when I was a kid I blew a blown up so big and I was so proud that I got it so very very big until it popped and suddenly, it wasn’t so wonderful anymore.
To this day even I feel uncomfortable standing around a huge balloon thinking it’s going to pop in my face and I’d feel the pain when the latex would smack up against my cheeks. So I know how Stephan feels.
So what’s this story all about? Where did it come from?
Somehow my spirit connected with Stevens spirit. Stephen was not dead, he was alive and well, frightened but alive.
You know how you have moment of fright where you think you’re going to die or get hurt and you say “Oh please help me! Someone please get me out of here!”
Well where do you think those words go? Out to the Universe.
Who do you think hears them? A person with the gift of Clairaudience, or one that can “hear”. I happen to be one that can hear and see, clairaudience and clairvoyance, so I got a double whammy here.
“Stephen, please don’t be afraid the balloons. They are just balloons and yes they will make a loud pop but they won’t hurt you I promise” I said to Stephan in my mind.
“In a few moments your mommy is going to come and pick you up and you’ll go home and you don’t have to worry about the balloons anymore. Just try to have a good time with your friends and walk away from the balloons, don’t even look at them.”
I saw little Steven walk away with his baggy little pants and sweat on his brow because he was still very afraid of those balloons but he was a good sport and he walked away with his mom into the car and went home.
So the next day I’m in my own home going about my business cleaning the house, doing my work, taking care of the pets or kids whatever it was I was doing and Steven popped back in my mind.
“Steven? Is that you?” I asked.
I saw Steven standing in the corner of a room again but it was his room in his house and the balloons were there!!!!!!
“What happened Steven? Why are you still afraid and what are the balloons doing in your room?”
“My mommy brought them home for me she thought I’d like them.”
“Stephen, don’t be afraid. See how the balloons are smaller and a little shriveled up? They are floating down, down, down to the floor. They won’t pop and they can’t scare you any more. Just watch them as they get smaller and smaller. This time tomorrow they will be just little blobs of rubbery color on the floor and you can pick them up and throw them away.”
You’re ok, you’re ok. You’re a very brave little boy.
And that was the last I heard and saw of Steven. Pretty cool story isn’t it? I was so surprised when this happened because usually Mediums see dead people but Steven was very much alive. He had a very strong spirit and when he said his words, out to the Universe they went. As a Sensitive, I heard them and helped him.
The odd thing about this is that I heard and saw a live, living person not once but a few days later! When I didn’t hear anything in the next few days I realized that those baloons were not longer a threat to Stephan because I could hear him no more.
I wonder if I’ll ever meet Steven someday? After all, our spirits are now connected.