A dream that has changed a life…

This story was shared with me .  It is such a touching and beautiful experience and I wanted to share with all of you. Thank you Tommy for allowing me to share.

The Dream

This is a true story about a dream.  A dream that has changed my life.  A dream that has changed my views.  A connection , possibly to another place and time.  Not an ending…but a beginning.

My Story
My mom had gotten  Cancer back in 1984-1985.  When she got the news, that she had breast cancer she did whatever she could to fight this.  She would go to the doctors to get treatments and then would be sick for days on end.  As soon as she would start to feel better, she was back for more treatments.

She grew very tired, but she was a very strong-willed person who loved her family.  She was the strength of our family.  She always knew just what to say if you were having a bad day.  She had a smile and always a wink in her eye.  You just knew it was going  to be ok.

Life wasn’t easy for a woman who barely stood five feet tall.  It wasn’t easy being with my father and the problems he had.  But she was a strong-willed person who believed in all good things.  She gave us the values we have today.  She worked long hours as a nurse taking care of the very old and sick.  It was by far, a very hard job.

She once told me a story about the night my sister, Mary had died.  Mary had gotten sick and was taken to the hospital.  The night Mary passed, I remember my mom telling me about a light that was shining in her room and something about a shadow.  She went into the room and the light and the shadow were both gone.  A few minutes later the phone rang and it was the hospital.  They needed my mom and dad to come to the hospital right away, but by the time they got there my sister had already passed away.

My sister Mary died  December 23, 1955.  Did that light or shadow mean something that night? December 23, 1955 stayed with her for the rest of her life.  Every year, as far back as I can remember, she would sit in the dining room with the lights out and cry.  Just looking out into the December night’s sky.    With Christmas Eve the next day she would be doing all that she could with the little she had to make Christmas for her family the very best.  Mom would put aside her broken heart, to make sure her family had a Christmas.   Christmas Eve was my mom’s holiday, she loved Christmas!  Mom would always make sure who ever came into our home got a gift.  You would never leave her house empty-handed.  If you just stopped in to say hello you left with something.  A beer,  some food  or a Merry Christmas hug.  She was a wonderful person.

The Spring of 1987
Mom’s season was Spring.  It was time for re-birth after a long winter.  She loved the flowers and planting.  She would collect the flowers from the yard and place them in a vase.  That smell would go throughout the house.  To her, Spring was a fresh start.  It was also the month she was born., April 10, 1930.  I remember my sister, Teri telling me how much my mom loved Spring.

The Spring of 1987 would be her last.  Mom passed away on Good Friday, April 17, 1987.  A rainy cold night.  I remember leaving the house with Laura.  We were going to get something to eat.  I told her we needed to go to the hospital instead.   Mom passed soon after we arrived.  I was there when she took her last breath on this earth…I remember sitting next to her and just holding her hand, and then she was gone.  My life was never going to be the same again.  My heart was broken.  The women who had given so much of herself was gone.  How would life ever be the same?

Mom was buried on a beautiful Spring day, April 22, 1987.  The weeks and months that followed Mom’s death were not easy.  I started drinking and partying real hard.  I experienced bad hangovers that would last for days.  I wasn’t sleeping much and ate when I could.  I was burning that candle at three ends!  I knew how much I was hurting inside and I just wanted to get away from it all.

I remember moving back with my dad.  To try to help him out as much as I could, but it wasn’t easy.  So the Summer of 1987 became a Summer of “what if’s…”.  What was I going to do?  Move out or stay?  I really didn’t know and sometimes I felt completely lost, while trying to find the answers.

One night we were sitting in front of my house and I remember telling my wife, Laura that if I don’t stop doing what I’m doing, sooner or later it’s going to catch up with me.  I wasn’t sober when I told her this…but she knew what I was saying.  Laura agreed with me. I moved back into my Dad’s house to help as much as I could

A few more months had passed and I was still grieving the great loss of my mom.   I just wanted her to know how much I missed her.  I wanted to tell her, how sorry I was.  I needed to know, how she was.  I needed to talk to her again…just one more time.  My heart was broken and I was lost.

Early October 1987, I was still living at my Dad’s house.  What happened  later month  WOULD CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER.

Following is my story, my dream…the connection.

It was late afternoon, we were watching TV in the spare room and I had fallen asleep.  I truly believe my soul had left my body.  What follows has been embedded into my heart, my mind and my soul.

My dream…
I began walking down a snow-covered street.  I was on my way home.  There was no one else on the streets, no cars, nothing …just me.  I would always walk the same way home.  Suffolk Avenue to the short cut over the rail road tracks to O’Neill school.  Then cutting across the very large field, it would bring me over another set of rail road tracks.  I would cross over and it would lead right to the top of my block, Lowell Avenue and Hemlock Street.  I have walked this same way my entire life.

But on this day, I was led to go the long way home.  I followed Suffolk Avenue to Lowell Avenue, until I came to my block, Hemlock Street.  As I approached  that area where I would normally cut through, I heard someone calling my name.  I crossed the street, went up the side of the rail road tracks and was now looking across the snow-covered field.  As I looked across the field, I saw a train sitting in the station.  It was strange to see this train sitting in this station, being that train station was about a half a mile to the west  of Suffolk Avenue at the time.

As I stared at this train, one set of doors had begun to open and someone was calling my name.  I walked through the snow-covered field and made my way up on the level where the train was sitting.  As I got closer the car a brilliant bright light began to shine out of it!  Out of this light, there stood my mom.  She came out just enough to where she was still on the train and she was standing in this brilliant light.  She was beautiful!  She wasn’t sick and she had a glow to her that I have never seen before.

Then she started to speak…she said she was okay and that everything is going to be fine and for me to stop worrying about her.  I tried so much to talk to her but I could not speak.  I started to cry, the tears came down like rain drops, but as much as I tried to talk to her, I just couldn’t.  I was told to listen…I was not allowed to speak.  “Live your life for it’s a gift, I’m going to be okay, you can stop worrying about me”.  She said to me, one last time, “I’m going to be okay, stop worrying about me and you’re going to be fine” .  She backed into the train and the doors closed.  The train left the station.  I stood there crying, wanting so much to talk to her and she was gone…again.

The next thing I remember, I was waking and Laura was asking what was wrong.  I woke up crying, it took me a while to stop.  I was scared and really didn’t know what just had happened.  I then told Laura about the dream, or was it a dream?  The days and weeks that followed, were strange.  The more I thought of the dream, it became even more clear and parts seem to make more sense.  But one part of the dream that never made any sense at all was, why was my sister Cathy there?  Cathy was standing just behind my mom, to her right, in the brilliant light that was shining out of that train.

I have never spoken a word of this dream to anyone other than Laura.  She was there with me when this all began.  It’s something we share to this day.  I told Laura how beautiful it was and just how real it felt.

The days, weeks and years that followed that dream had changed so many things in my personal life.  I stopped smoking, I gave up partying, I quit drinking, almost to the point that some of my friends thought I was in re-hab.  To this day,  I have never been drunk.  I still have a couple of beers now and then, but never to the point of being  drunk and stupid.  Everything was changing for the better, since that dream…

I had found the women of my dreams, Laura in 1986.  She had played a tremendous part in my life, as well as my twin sons, Jason and Justin.  My twins were getting a little older and we were all becoming more like a family.  There were still little bumps in the road but we always seemed to work them out.

As time went by, so many more things have changed, since the dream.  I was having my house built-in 1993.  The following year, 1994, Laura and I married.  On May 6, 1996, our son, Nicholas was born.  I would think about that dream a lot and it was like putting a puzzle together.  I was trying to find the connection to all of the good things that were happening in my life.

As I look back over all the years that have passed, I truly see how much my life had changed since the dream.  Everything changed for the better!  But why?  Everyone has dreams.  I know mine was special and I truly believe it did change my life.  But…was it just a dream?  Or, was it much, much more than just a dream?  I would now find the connection to the beginning of this dream.  The part that I could not figure out for almost 22 years.

The Winter of 2008
My sister, Cathy married my best friend, Patrick.  They met one night, back in 1981 when Patrick and I were out having a few drinks.  I still remember the night she came into the bar with some of her friends.  I introduced Cathy to Pat and told her. he’s a great guy.  They soon started dating .  A few years later they were married. My sister found her Prince Charming and I was so glad that I was the one who brought them together.   They lived on Long Island for a few years, but after a hunting trip, Patrick fell in love with upstate, NY.  Cathy loved it too.  They left Long Island for a new life in a new home.  This is where they would spend the rest of their lives together.

The Winter of 2008 brought us all heartbreaking news.  My dear sister Cathy had gotten sick.  She went for a series of test and they came back as to her having Lung Cancer.  It was the kind of cancer no one wanted.  It was the news that none of us wanted to hear.  My heart was broken when I was told.  I was sitting in the dining room having coffee when all of a sudden it hit me, like a ton of bricks!  Is this the reason, why my dear sister Cathy was in that dream that I had 22 years ago?

This is the first time I’d ever spoken about this part of my dream.  My wife, Laura was the first person to know.  She had only found out that morning after I had gotten word just how bad my sister was.

Cathy was going to be the first to pass away out of her brothers and sister.  This was the reason she was on that train in my dream 22 years ago.  When you count a number, you always count left to right.  My sister was standing to the left of my mom on the train.  That would put her to my mom’s right, looking out of the train at me.  Can this be the connection?  The connection, why my dear sister was in that dream?

Over the next few months we would talk on the phone.  I tried telling her that everything was going to be okay.  We traveled to her home upstate to visit with her.  She was scared and crying .  All I could do was hold her and pray to God to please give her a fighting chance.  Easter was coming and she wanted to travel to Long Island to see us.  She was feeling strong and made the trip.  It was very sad to see my sister so sick.  We all went out Friday night, Good Friday and she wanted shrimp!  She said it made her feel better.

Easter Sunday would be the last time I would see my sister.  My sister Terri had us all over for Easter dinner.  It was one of the first time we were all together on Easter Sunday in many years.  I will treasure that day for the rest of my life.

Over the next few weeks things were slowly getting worse for Cathy.  She was in a great deal of pain. They started giving her radiation to help the pain and shrink the tumor.  The radiation was slowly taking it’s toll.  Thursday, June 4th would be the last time I would speak to my dear sister Cathy.  I called her to see how she was feeling.  My heart was breaking for her.  I could not find the words to say to help her.  She was crying so much.  The sickness and the pain was so terrible.  She told me she wanted to give up.  I cried with her and told her to hold on, that when the treatments with radiation was over she would start to feel better and her strength would start to come back, it would be okay.

My sister passed away at the young age of 51.  June 7th, 2009, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  The following days were filled with heartbreaking sorrow.  My heart was broken again…  When someone you love has passed you  try to make some kind of sense about it.  We reach down into our souls to try to find the answers, the meaning.  Why?  Cathy would be the first of us to pass.  I started thinking about the dream more and more.  The vision I had 22 years ago was starting to make sense.

We traveled upstate to say goodbye to my sister Cathy.  Seeing Patrick broke my heart.  He loved my sister dearly.  I could have never asked for a better man than my friend Patrick to be my sister’s husband.  He took very good care of Cathy throughout time that she was sick.  He was also by her side when she took her last breath on this earth.  My sister was laid to rest in the town she and Patrick called home.  I could see why she loved it there.  I’m glad it would be her resting place.  Upstate, NY was truly her home.

We returned home to Long Island with heavy hearts.  The days and  weeks that passed seemed different.  The sorrow and the pain of losing my sister was still there, but my inner soul had a feeling of peace.  Like I knew that everything was going to be okay.  I knew my sister’s soul had found it’s new home.

A month or so after my sister Cathy had passed, my wife asked me if I had spoken to my sister Terri.  I told her no, and she said my sister needed to speak with me.  I asked her about what, she said she had a dream about Cathy right before she died.  Laura said I needed to speak with her and that we needed to talk.  I asked he what the dream was about, again she said you need to talk to her.  I told Laura I would give Terri a call.  I never got a chance to call her, my father in law’s health had taken a turn for the worse.

October 2009
Over the past year, my father in law, Bill had been very sick .  His battle with cancer had also taken it’s toll and he was coming to the last days of his life.  I went to visit him on Sunday morning, October 27th.  I needed  to tell him how much I loved him.  He needed to know how much he meant to me.  When I got to the hospital he was sleeping.  I remember sitting next to him just holding his hand.  He woke up, but he could not open his eyes, although he was able to speak to me.  I told him everything was going to be okay and  he was going to be fine.  I told him I  loved him and thanked him for all he had done for  my family and I over the years.  I promised him I would always take care of his little girl, Laura.  With tears coming down his face he held my hand and said Thank you.

With his family by his side, my father in law passed in his sleep in the early hours of October 28, 2009.  The morning of his funeral we came to the funeral home a little early.  My wife wanted to spend just a little more time with her dad before the services started.  As I got of the car, I was met by my sister Terri.  Laura looked at me and said, “you guys need to talk“.  It was a rainy gray morning and here we were standing in the rain.   I asked Terri what she needed to say to me.  I knew it was something about a dream.  As soon as she started to tell me about the dream she had, I began crying.  The connection to the dream I had 22 years ago was standing right in front of me!

A day before my sister Cathy had passed my sister Terri had a dream about her.  These are the words from my sister Terri’s dream.

They were walking along together, when all of a sudden my sister Cathy started to run away from Terri.  Terri ran and tried to catch up with Cathy.  When she did catch up with Cathy, Terri asked her, “where are you going”?  Cathy said , “I have to leave, it’s time for me to go”.  Again Terri said, “but where are you going”?  Cathy started up a staircase and turned to my sister Terri and said, “I have to catch the train, it’s time for me to go”.  Cathy entered  into the train and she was gone.  Cathy passed the next day.

I then told Terri of my dream that I had 22 years ago.  Other than Laura, I have never spoken a word to anyone about this part of the dream.  No one ever knew that Cathy was standing in my mom’s shadow.  So now we were both standing there in the rain crying.  We hugged each other and knew that we made some kind of a connection.  We went inside to be with my wife and her family to say goodbye to my father in law.

So, what does this mean and why am I telling this story now?
I truly believe, that people need to know and find comfort in knowing that something special awaits us all.  A place that is more beautiful than any one of us could ever imagine.  A place where we will one day find the ones we love and miss so dearly.  A place like no other…

The dreams that Terri and I had almost 22 years apart are real.  How my life has changed.  I look at life in a much different way.  I try not to let the small things in life get to me anymore.  I have learned a great deal since that dream.  Life is full of crossroads, we don’t know what tomorrow may bring.  It is what we learn along the way and the changes we can make today for a better understanding on what awaits us.  This place doesn’t offer a free ride.  You have to earn the ticket to ride the train.  This has nothing to do with religion, but more to do with faith.  For it is faith that awaits us all.

I now tell people about this dream.  Maybe, just maybe, it will help them in their time of loss and sorrow.  Some people might say and think, “What you found God?”…and my reply, “I never knew he was lost!”.

I went through a very tough time in my younger life.  Losing the ones we love is never easy.  All of us will go through this at some point in our lives.  That snow-covered field that I walked across 22 years ago in my dream, well guess what?  In that exact spot, now sets a train station!  I was the one lost!  He just found me…

My story is dedicated to my mother and sister Cathy.

T.C.

Childhood Friends…

Finished readings for the day a little while ago and had some wonderful love ones come through!!!!

Something very amazing happened and of course I wanted to share! Yesterday morning I woke up and shortly after I had “Helen” around 🙂 She was just hanging around most of the afternoon but I was not sure who she was looking to connect with. I got a few email request for readings and in my replies, I even mentioned “Any chance you are connected to Helen in Spirit?” But no one was. …

About 5pm, I received a call from my assistant, Michelle. She was asking if I could do her a favor and do a reading for a woman and her daughter that were in town for the weekend from Arizona. I said “Sure. I can fit them in about 3pm tomorrow.” (Today) I then text Michelle and said “Any chance they are connected to a Helen in Spirit?” She said “I don’t know.” At this moment, Helen became stronger! I still wasn’t sure what to do!

Today, my three o’clock clients came for their appt and I asked them about Helen. Sure enough, mom knew Helen!!!! She was a childhood friend from when she was a very little girl. Mom had did a childhood prank (nothing bad lolol) to Helen when she was little and over the past few weeks had been thinking about this a lot and wished she could make peace with her. She had always felt bad that she wasn’t very nice to her that one day. And today, Helen told her “It was ok! I am not upset!”

The most magical part of this whole story is that Helen knew this woman was going to be seeing me before the woman did or I did!!! I always say “I work for Spirit and Spirit knows all!” Spirit truly does!

Thank you Helen!!!!

❤ ❤ ❤

My Sign from Zachary…..

Today I went out with several of Zachary’s friends and their moms for lunch. This was very difficult for me. It was the first time in two years. We all had a nice lunch but of course, I was thinking of Zachary the entire time. When all of us left, my friend was two cars behind me… She called me and said “Look at your phone!”. At the next red light, I look at the photo she sent me. It was a photo from the car in front of her and behind me. The license plate read “Zacatak”… I always called Zachary – Zach Attack! He was letting us know he was with us the whole time!!! Thanks Zach! I love you! ♥ ♥ ♥

An excerpt of my Upcoming Book! ♥♥♥

I am so excited about my upcoming book! Here is a short excerpt I wanted to share of….

“Temporary Separation ~ Turning Grief into Hope”

The Journey of Spirit Medium Bereaved Mom

 “Our children give us strength and determination beyond what we believe is attainable. Each day as our sadness turns to sorrow; our weakness turns to power – The power to survive. The power to turn grief into hope and hope into faith. If for no other reason than because we have eternal faith in our children. These are the priceless gifts that we will never relinquish any of our silver threads to. For they connect us to the beauty and purity of our deepest love – our babies. Our heavenly children are our infinite hope.”

Any feedback is greatly appreciated ♥

♥♥♥ ~ Necole

He calls it fishing….I call it boating….

The Atlatic Ocean

The other day, my husband Mike told me he took the day off of work so we could spend some time together. He said he thought we should go out on the boat for the day. At first, I was a little ambivalent, not because I didn’t want to spend the day with him but because going on the boat meant bringing to a place I still wasn’t ready for….a place that is Zachary’s favorite. …

Mike and I have been together since I was 16 and he was 17. He is my life. My everything. My soul mate. Yes, I believe in soul mates. We have for the most part always had a very strong marriage. We “get” each other or should I say he “gets” me. We have had our ups and downs just like every other couple but we still always seem to balance one another. Nevertheless, when parents experience the passing of a child, it can definitely “rock the boat” – no pun intended. For even the best of marriages, this is one of the most trying times. I find that we tend to grieve so differently. Mike goes to the cemetery every single day. That is his special time with Zachary. I have never gone once. For me, that is not where my son is. I meditate to connect with Zachary. We are learning to just respect what each other needs and we try not to take anything to personal. Mike doesn’t have a lot of guys that he can talk to about this, which I feel is typical of what most men go through. Women – as most of you know… are talkers. More importantly though, we are individuals and each of us – man or woman just plain grieves differently. When a child passes, we lose part of ourselves, our future and the whole dynamics of our lives. We are still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

I will sometimes have a flashback to Mike and I being 18, laying on his waterbed talking about our future. (Remember those? You sat on them and felt like you were literally sinking!) I can remember us saying we would have a girl and a boy. Maybe even two girls! My daughter’s name was going to be Alexandra or Alexis. I wasn’t sure what I would name a boy or even what to do with a boy! Mike said how great it would be if we could have all boys and I whined “Noooo, we need to have a girl! I want to dress her cute.” Well, we never had any girls… apparently we don’t make those! What we did have were three healthy boys…. (Ok I will get
back to the whole boat incident now.)

So I finally decide that I can do this. However, the thought of being trapped in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean wasn’t sounding so great to me but I knew I could do this. I packed a great book; lots of snacks, a blanket and off we went.

Mike said we were going fishing but I told him we should really call it boating because he never catches anything. I said it with a smile!

We had not even left the dock yet and I was starting to “zone” as I call it. Zach loves fishing. Zach loves to go on the boat. Zach should be here with us. What the hell happened? This just is not how we planned things…or is it? I have a tendency to go back and forth between both worlds like that. I was just staring at the water when Mike broke my thoughts and said “Be careful going up the river because of the current.” I just looked at him and said “Because we have a tendency to go against the current.” He just looked at me puzzled. We headed out and anchored. It really was beautiful. Another boat was driving by and Mike said “Hold on, it’s getting choppy out.” I said “The ripple effect, huh?” I was on a role. These little metaphors with the ocean went on all day.

As Mike attempted to catch fish, I was laying down reading a book. I stopped, sat up and again was thinking of Zachary and saying how much I wished he was sitting here on the boat with us. I was just sitting there staring at the water. I looked up at the clouds and all I could do was smile. I said “Mike look Zachary is with us.” He looked up. Right above us was the most perfectly shaped “Z” in the clouds. It was right there! Right in front of us! Zachary was with us.

"Z" in the clouds

It is these special moments that give me strength. I am the same as every other bereaved parent; it hurts more and more with each day. Do I know my son is ok? Yes, Yes and Yes. Do I know my son with meet me one day? Absolutely. I know our love ones are always around us, watching us, sending us amazing signs, guiding us, and sending their love.

I also know that I am human. I miss Zachary so much and I am so grateful for every little sign he sends.

(Mike never did catch any fish. I told him…”Maybe you should ask Zach for a little help!”)

Angel Kisses,

Necole

The Ledge Update…

After posting my blog last night, I received many emails saying how wonderful it is that there is a group like this out there and what a great support it must be. So I had a thought…

For confidentiality reasons I had named my blog “The Ledge” to protect the identity and privacy of the other woman in that group. Tonight, I am officially starting a different type of group, which I will actually be calling “The Ledge”. I know there are many groups out there for bereaved parents but hey we can use all the support we can get!

This group will be exclusively for any bereaved parents that I have already done a reading for and for any new bereaved parent’s that I do a reading for. This is a “secret” group and no one outside of the group will be able to see anything you post. It’s Vegas in there! “The Ledge” will be a spiritually based group. It will be set up as a free forum. This group will be there to offer support, so much love and light, and a place to help turn grief into hope. This will not be a group for readings, but rather a place you may want to share your readings and anything else you feel.

I know firsthand, there is no greater pain than the loss of a child but I also know with every ounce of my being that there is so much more out there. We are just seeing a tiny glimpse off something so much bigger. Our children are never, ever gone and this is only a temporary separation. Believe me, I know this will never fill the empty chair at dinner…But maybe together; we can share positive energy and experiences that we all have and help one another out.

We are all in a group now…on “The Ledge”…and we can survive. Together we can.

I would be so honored if you joined us! If this is not the group for you or the time for you, I completely respect your choice and please know you will always be welcome into … The Ledge.

If you are interested in joining “The Ledge” (and have already had a reading with me) Please private message me on my Necole Stephens Facebook Page or feel free to follow me on my Necole Stephens Fan Page

Angel Kisses,

Necole

“The Ledge”…

On March 23, 2011, I did a reading for a bereaved parent that has impacted my life in more ways that I can even begin to say. (Ironically, the 23^rd (of
Nov) is also Zachary’s birthday) My schedule was packed and to this day, I have no idea how she got in for an appointment so quickly. I believe the kids helped us out!

Her name is Jolene. We hit it off immediately. Jolene was the second bereaved parent that I had spoken to as Necole – bereaved parent – in 12 months. One of the downfalls of being a medium is…. I typically don’t get to speak to parents other than for doing their readings and I completely respect that and if given the choice I would much rather help another, but it still can be very difficult at times. Jolene introduced me to a group of women – all bereaved parents. There are eight of us. We all talk daily. We call our little hidden group “The Ledge”.

Jolene is the peaceful warrior of the group. She is spiritual, non judgmental and has done it all. When dilemma strikes, she is the first to call! Maureen is the rebel WITH a cause. Maureen always has your back no matter what and she is sure to have a great comeback for anything that may come your way! Zarah, well she is able to see things from all angles. She has this calmness about her and she is ready to embrace any of our thoughts at any given time and convey her angle on it. I call Melinda the Southern Bell! She always has the cutest sayings…such as “Bless her heart!” She can always make us smile. Caren is the observer. She likes to stay more on the sidelines. Whenever she does chime in though, it is with such love and respect and she just warms your heart. (Bless
her heart!) The mama hen and teacher of the group is Lucinda. She is insightful and wise. If any of us do not know about something, she is the first to research it and Lucinda always knows all the best books to share! And of course then there is Miranda. She is the listener of the group. She is so gentle and caring. She is always able to say words that bring comfort to anyone of one us.

These women know me as Mom Necole. They are there to catch me when I fall, listen when I cry, talk with about the daily struggles and fears and always laugh with. They know what it’s like. They “get it” and somehow we all continue to help each other smile. They have been a continuous source of strength and courage to me. They love me for me…just plain ol’ mom. (And to answer all of you that are asking “Do you read for them?” I know you are!  Of course I do. Whenever any of their children come to me, I always relay their messages with an enormous smile on my face and warmth in my heart.

I truly believe the eight of us were meant to travel this painful journey together, Someway, somehow, we are all connected, not only on a physical level but on a soul level. Over the past five months, we have created an indestructible bond.

I am forever grateful for my relationship with each and every one of these amazing women. They have all been through the most horrific tragedy of all…the loss of a child. They don’t even realize how special each of them is. Like every other bereaved parent out there, none of us signed up for this either (I won’t go into the soul contract on this one!)But given the circumstances and knowing I can’t change them (because I would if I could – for every bereaved parent) I am honored to travel it with all of them. I am writing this blog tonight to take the time to thank them. Thank you all for being you.                                                  

We are a group of women…on a ledge…. and somehow surviving…..together.

I love all of you girls!

Angels Kisses,

Necole

I just called…..

Tuesday morning, my friend Pat stopped by for a quick visit. We haven’t seen each other
in several months. She is the first bereaved parent that I met, about three
weeks after Zachary passed. I went to Yoga…and there she was. We don’t talk
that often but she has definitely been a Godsend to me. Before she left my house, she
said “Necole, you have to read this book by Jeff Wand. I think you will really
like it.” We always exchange books and I value her opinion on them so right
then I wrote it on a post it and stuck it on my counter. I’ll order it asap.

Moving onto to Thursday evening, my best friend called me.
This would be my “Thelma”. (For those of you that follow my blogs – this is my friend
whose mom recently passed.) She was having a very difficult night and we
chatted. Finally, she asked me if I felt comfortable doing a reading for her. I
told her I would try my best but on one condition…she had to trust me that I
would never, ever lie to her and I would tell her exactly what I was getting.
She agreed and we decided to meet the following morning. Before we hung up, she
said “Hey, by the way when I got to Maine, I grabbed my Kindle and went
through 78,000 spiritual books and found a great one. You have to get it. It’s
by this guy named Jeff Wade.” I was shocked! I said “When did you get that?”
She said “Tuesday morning, why?” I said “You are not going to believe
this!”  I told her about my visit on Tuesday morning from my friend. I am waiting for my package as I write! Apparently, the universe really wants me to read this!

All Thursday night I was panicking about doing her reading. (I tend to do this often before any reading, but this was even worse!) When I went to bed I laid there, talking to my guides. I prayed asking them to please assist me during my reading and please, please allow me information that “Thelma” would know I never knew. I repeated this over and over.

Friday morning I continue to pray. Ok, maybe I even begged a little. I was also asking her mom (in spirit) to help me. I
was heading to her house, when I received this email…from a friend of mine that
has never, ever emailed me about anything spiritual. He knows what I do but we
have never discussed it. For whatever reason, he had read my last bog and had a
question….. Here is his email…..

 

“It’s weird I just wrote Necole Stephens a huge question/opinion and it got kicked back to me. Maybe my Guardian Angel thought it best that you not receive it.Well I’ll leave you with how I ended it. As I believe Lionel Richie would say. I just called to say I Love You and I mean it from the bottom of my heart……”

 

Well to most people this would mean absolutely nothing…..BUT to my best friend this meant the world! Her song with her mom and grandmother is “I just called to say I love you” by Stevie Wonder….BUT she always insists it’s by Lionel Richie!!!! As soon as I got to her house, I showed her the email and she completely freaked out. She just “knew” this was from her mom. 🙂 (I think this meant more to her than the actual reading!) My two friends do not even know each other! This was so wild!

During the reading for my friend, one of the things her mom was conveying was at “Thelma’s” daughter’s birthday party the following day, there would be a bunch of rainbow colored balloons and one would fly away…showing her that she is with them on that special day. “Thelma” then told me that earlier that morning, she had run to the store to grab balloons. They were in her daughter’s room as we spoke. (I had never seen them.)  Our reading went well but I left there trying to hide my nervousness. It is so hard to read for someone so close. I knew she trusted me but I also knew how much this meant to her. Yesterday was my friend’s daughter’s birthday party. It was just a small gathering because she really was not up for the mayhem of a big party with all that has happened over the past two weeks. She called me first thing this morning…..

“You are not going to believe this!” I asked her “What? What happened?” She excitedly
told me this “Ok, so I get to my mother-in-laws and set up for the party. I had
the balloons. They were tied sooo tight I could not even get them apart.
Honestly, I double checked them too because I wanted to be sure they didn’t
come loose. I got all different colors and then one rainbow Mylar…for mom. I
set everything up and literally turned around and the rainbow balloon was up in
a tree!!! I swear to you, that sting was so tight! There is just no way
possible!”

We were both so excited! She knew her mom was with her. She knew her mom watched over her and was there for her daughter’s birthday. Her mom had given her the signs that she really needed and on a very special day.

Once again, our love one’s continue to show us that they are never gone….just changed…. and eternally with us.

Angel Kisses,

Necole

Something a little different :)

Hello Everyone!

This blog is a little different. This is a “Free Forum” blog. A lot of people have been emailing me or facebooking me with specific questions regarding the souls, connections, afterlife and…well all different things. So I thought I would leave this one up to you!!!! If you have any questions about these things…..just ask away! You can ask something about me (as a medium or bereaved mom, sibling, daughter) or spiritually…Whatever you feel! I will answer to the best of my ability and of course based on my experiences.

You can also leave a comment regarding a magical experience you have had. I love hearing those!

There are two ways to ask 🙂

You can comment on here or if you would like it to be private, you can email me @ necolestephens@comcast.net.

So ask away! Anything goes!

 

Angel Kisses,

Necole

Craig and Zachary…

A magical story I would like to share….I will give you a little
background first….
 In March, 2010…it was just three weeks after Zachary had passed, a friend of mine emailed me and said “Necole, my cousin just got diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, he is twenty-six years old, could you please help him? Could you do Reiki on him?” I volunteer my time doing Reiki on cancer patients. After I read her email…I got up from my computer and thought…How can I help someone else right now? I am broken.

To this day…I am still not sure what happened, but I then turned around, went back to my computer to reply and said “Yes, I will do it.” I just knew I was supposed to do this…and I am forever grateful that I did. I am so honored that I got the opportunity to meet Craig both in the
physical realm and also the spiritual. Craig has the most amazing energy, both here and there! During my visits with Craig we had the most amazing conversations. We talked about music, his parents, me being a mom, all different things about life….and crossing over.  One day he said “Necole, what do you think it’s like when you pass? Do you think it’s like just falling asleep?”  I replied to him, with probably a little too much enthusiasm, and said “NOOO, Of course not! It’s a beautiful, vibrant place! It’s like….Avatar!”  Craig just looked at me, half smiling and said “Are you sure?” I said “Yes! I have to believe that! And from my experience with connecting…no one has ever come through saying…This place sucks! It’s dark and ungly!” He laughed at me and said “I love talking to you. You are so out of the box!” I suppose that I am! :)))

I saw Craig a few more times after that. Craig was someone who lived each and every day to the fullest. One of the last times I saw Craig he said to me “Necole, will you please do me a favor?” I said “Of course! What do you need?” He said “Necole, can you promise you will listen to me after I pass and can you promise you will talk to my mom for me…like give her my messages because I don’t think my mom believes in anything and I want her to know I am alright?” I told Craig (and I sincerely promise this until the day I crossover) “Yes…of course I will…but you need to promise me something. Will you take care of my baby and give him a kiss for me?” He then said “I promise…from one Avatar to another.”

Craig then went on a summer trip through Greece and several other spots. Even though he was sick, that never held him back.  He posted pictures on Facebook and he had an amazing time. Sadly, shortly after Craig returned home, his condition worsened. On December 6, 2010, one of the most amazing people I was ever privileged to meet crossed over.  I will forever be grateful to Craig and the very short amount of time we spent together …. One Avatar to another….

A few weeks ago, I did do a reading for Craig’s mom and she and I also have since become friends….

Now that I have tears rolling down my cheeks for so many reasons…I will continue with what happened this weekend….

It started Friday somewhat around noon time.  I had Craig’s mom over for a little while and we sat and just chatted…mom to mom, friend to friend.  This was the first time she had been over …as a friend (not for reading).  It was a lovely visit and I truly enjoyed it.

Starting Friday night I started having a rough night.  I was missing Zachary terribly and there were a lot of issues that were going on with Zach Fund that started making me second guess myself and the moving forward with building a stadium.  I starting wondering if I was insane thinking I could do this. This followed into Saturday and I had a difficult day. I had to teach a Reiki class and got through that fine, but once everyone left, I couldn’t stop crying. My friend (and Zach Fund board member) Kim texted me and asked me a few questions. She knew something was wrong. I was crying and just told her I wasn’t sure if I could do this…build a stadium. I told her I was a fool for thinking that I could, that I was completely exhausted and just wasn’t sure anymore. Kim
reminded me that this was Zachary’s dream and that I could do this.  I continued to cry and still wanted to throw in the towel and just donate all of the money we made to a charity. In sixteen months, this is the first time I felt like this and felt selfish for even feeling it. I finally decided to go to bed.

Sunday morning I woke early. Everyone was still sleeping and I made my coffee and went on the deck to drink it. I stared at the flowers blooming, looking at all of the vibrant colors, and missed Zachary even more than the night before. I sat there with the hot sun shining on me and the tears kept rolling down my cheeks.  After about an hour, I decided it was time to take a shower. I went upstairs and was about to get into the shower when I felt Craig around me. He was telling me things that were for his mom….or so I thought…..
Craig was telling me it would be ok and we are always around. He said Don’t cry, it’s going to be ok. He said several more things and was very comforting. I knew I had to get in touch with his mom. So I rushed out of the shower and texted her. (This was the first time I had even texted her.) At 10:44am I asked her…. “How are you? Are you ok? Well not ok…but you know…”  She
didn’t answer me back.  In the mean time, my friend Kim texted me “Call me! Call me as soon as you can! I have to tell you something!” I finished up, went into the car and then called her. I said “What’s up? Everything ok?”  She said “Yes!!! I have to tell you what happened to me!  I can’t even believe this!  My husband even saw this!”   I go, “Tell me! What is going on?”

This is what had happened to her….

Kim: So I was texting my friend a little bit ago and then I got the strangest text…TWICE!  Okay are you ready?  I am going to try to explain this and I will show you tomorrow!

The sender
was … AAAZZA22227 (za=zachary, 222=my numbers!, 27=Zachary’s football number)The message was this….”Ok.  Sounds good. I
miss you too.”

Kim has no idea how this happened! I was crying again, but happy tears. I asked her what time she received this text. Kim said 1047am. I couldn’t believe it.

I know this may sound crazy to some but not to me. I know what was going on….Craig was actually telling me that it would be ok. I just figured it was for his mom. I feel like Craig and Zachary were working together on this one. I was so excited about this. Craig was watching my baby and helping Zachary and me from the other side!

It gives me such comfort knowing Craig is watching over Zachary. Both Craig and Zachary are amazing old souls in every sense of the word.

It also made me think of something both Craig and Zachary had in common … they never gave up on things. They tried their hardest and always did the best they could. There was no stopping them! I thought about how discouraged I had become over the past few days about building Zach’s Stadium. One thing I can say with certainty is Zachary would never give up on me….and I will never give up on him. So I will continue to fight with all my might, continue to sleep a little less if needed and I WILL do this for my son. I know I don’t have to…but I choose to. Thank you Craig and Thank you Zachary for reminding me of what we are all capable of. I love both of you and please continue to take care of each other.

Angel Kisses,

Necole