While doing the dishes, I get some crazy stuff that comes to me! I have no idea why it happens while doing the dishes, but it’s a common time for Spirit to contact me. Possibly, it’s when my mind is zoned out and I’m open to receiving.

One day, about 4 years ago, while doing the dishes a vision comes to me of a young woman’s body. She was lying on her back, covered with leaves and brush. Her long, straight brown hair was tangled and caught in the bushes and bramble around her. After showing me the area where she was, she showed herself healthy, and well. A moment later, a vision of her mother appeared. I began to feel sick at my stomach and filled with despair. My chest felt heavy. It was as though I had been robbed of all joy; as though my darkest fears had been realized.

For a few years prior to this, I had been getting names in my sleep. Dreams would come to me where I would see a person and they would shout a name to me. A handful of times, I would remember the name and Google it when I woke up. About 90% of the times that it’s happened, I could find the person’s picture and obituary. Once it was a 3 year old little girl who’s grandmother was grieving on Facebook. I watched a video clip of her dancing in her living room and completely lost it!

Naturally, like any caring person, I wanted to help these people! I wanted to find their lost loved one, or tell that grandmother that her baby granddaughter loves her and is safely still with her; but how? How do you contact someone from out of nowhere, as a complete stranger and reach into the MOST SENSITIVE wound of their life? I have always felt that it’s rude to answer unasked questions like this, or to assume that everyone will accept what I am saying with the love in which it is intended.

So getting back to the brown haired girl; I went looking for her. I grew giant “you know whats” and went to where I believed her to be.  I asked a dear friend to come with me. (Now that’s a friend! “Um, hey, ugh, I think that I know where a girl’s body is and I need to go find her. Wanna come with???”) We went tromping through the overgrowth by the river until I found where I thought she was. She led me to an area that was super thick with brush. I heard her say, “My body is in there.” It was frustrating because there was no way that I could safely get in there, and I couldn’t very well hack through the bush. It was getting dark and the water was raising up a bit. I became super uncomfortable and decided to leave.  Honestly, a good part of me was terrified! I have a weird fear of dead things; animals, etc., a fear of the river and finding a dead person by the river!!! BUT, with all of this going on in my mind, I went anyway…

I left feeling defeated and question the purpose of it all. It felt like I was being given information that I couldn’t do anything with. I mean, even if I had found her body, then what? What was I doing there? How did I know there was a body there? Instantly, I am a suspect. And what about my family? Was my I going to bring unnecessary complication to their lives by doing this? All of these thoughts and feelings stopped me in my tracks.

So, here we are now, about four years later. I’m doing the dishes and listening to  a podcast called The Unmistakable Creative, (You should check it out! Highly inspirational).  The speaker is talking about loss and the pain of not knowing. Within moments, the brown haired girl emerges and shows me a picture of her mother. “We’ve been here already!” I say to her. “I understand that her pain is horrendous, but I don’t know what else to do!” I plead. Then, it came to me; ask God. I stopped what I was doing, put down the soapy dish and said aloud, “Okay. God, if you wish for me to help in this way, then so be it. I am willing and will stay open minded, but my family needs to stay safe and I need instructions. Go ahead and make it happen.”

I later looked up “psychics and missing persons” and found that there are several gifted people that help detectives when needed. It’s actually a legit thing! Their testimony can’t be used in court, but a detective is allowed to consult them if felt helpful to the case. This made me feel so much better! Not to the point that I am going to grab a shovel and do digging, but still better!

Yesterday I did a channeling at a friend’s house. She had a friend of her come over to meet me. After a little while, her friend tells me the she works for the PD with evidence, and takes calls that come in regarding possible homcides. Coincidence? I think not!

Brown Haired Girl; there may be hope yet.


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