I was in the AT&T store the other day looking at new phones and Juan was the salesman assigned to me. He was a pretty non descript non exciting gentleman who was busy trying to figure out my needs. My phone just stopped working and I wanted to upgrade to a different one and I was curious as to what plans were out there for me.

Well, then she showed up. Her hair was impeccable and so was her English. She was dressed in a suit and behind her was a little old man, wrinkled from the sun. He was dressed in simple attire, old work pants, a old shirt, and he had a comb over on his head. I could tell he was foreign but not sure as to what country he was from.

She was his language barrier. An interpreter.

I looked at Juan wondering if I should say something. I did. No holds barred with me. I said, “Juan, there is a man standing behind you and a woman standing to the right of you. The woman is telling me there is a man who died about 13 years ago and is here. Did you lose a grandfather about that time?”

He was in shock. The look on his face was not what he was expecting and just looked dazed at me as to question, who am I?

I explained that yes, I cook for a living to pay the bills but I am really a very gifted medium and psychic and remote viewer. I also explained I was seeing his grandfather and this woman standing behind him and they are trying to get a message across to him. In my explanations of what I was seeing, I also told Juan the names of other famous people I have read to lend credibility to who I was.

He indeed did lose a grandfather 13 years ago. At that time, he lost all concentrations on me and my needs of wanting to upgrade. Well, that was sorted out over a period of two hours.
After a few minutes, my questions turned to Juan and I asked him, “who is this woman? I described her to him but it did not fit any description of a lost loved one.
Juan had not a clue. Then I asked, did your grandfather not speak English? This woman was very professional looking in her mannerisms, how she was dressed and how she stayed at a distance from the grandfather. You could just tell they were not together as a couple. That she was there on business only.
He said no, he did not speak English. He was from Mexico.
Bingo, I figured it out, he had brought a translator with him to see his grandson.
This was the first time I encountered a translator on the other side.
The translator never gave her name and she proceeded to show me a place in Mexico that this man, Juan’s grandfather lived. It had columns, stone concrete columns sitting outside to the entrance of where he lived.
Juan did indeed confirm that the entrance to the town had columns outside, concrete columns that were tall. It was the entrance to his city that he grew up in as a child and where his family lived. He named the city but for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the town.
The grandfather then proceeded to tell me about Juan’s sister who was studying to be a medical person. But for some reason she left school. He didnt want her to leave school, rather finish her education so she didn’t end up like him, poor, a pauper, a man of little knowledge.
Juan confirmed his sister was in medical college at one point but left due to family issues and money.
His mouth was left hanging open. But the real kicker came when I said to Juan, your grandfather loves your three children.
Indeed, Juan had three children, and he became a true believer when I said those words. I nailed it on the head for him. For a non believer, he came to believe that our loved ones are indeed around us.
My point is that, even though our loved ones may come from different countries, they can still speak our same language on the other side, only that it may need a translator to do so.
In leaving Juan, and with a new cell phone in hand and pricey plan, I told him, his grandfather will always be with him, watching over him and his family.
Nice to know language is not a barrier to getting a message across.

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