When her name was mentioned to me, it was as if she was waiting for that word, her name so she could appear. She did. When my birth mother Dot texted me, and then called, I understood that the sickly woman, in her death state, drugged out was in need of help and had a message to give her Mom, Donna, and her three little girls. The other side to the story was her mother wanted to know what happened that night to her daughter two years ago. I proceeded to tell her through Dot.

Her brother Kyle came through and so did her cousin Cody, only in name because they are still alive. Needless to say, I saw the little girls clothes, I saw what killed her, what happened to her body, who was there.

What I have come to realize is when we are so self absorbed in feeding ourselves through mind altering venues and substances, we leave God’s white light behind and enter darkness. If something happens and we don’t make it, we have work to do to rectify our wrongs if that is the prescription that a soul has to take. For her soul, it was.

It doesn’t have to be drugs, it could be an obsession. It could be a job, it could be something that takes you away from walking in the white light, surrounding yourself. It’s when you shove the white light aside for something more important. 

For Amy, even though she is dead, she has work to do to rectify what she did in her 27 years of living.  Her job currently is to oversee youth, as a guiding angel, for youth  who are experimenting with drugs. There is hope, there is always hope.

For the people involved in her death, I am so glad  and Thank my God, I don’t have your soul.