Messages of Love and Healing: Jennie's Gifts, #1
By Lynn Thomas
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Book 1 in the Jennie's Gifts Series
Fiction. Jennie stood on the sidewalk admiring the sign above the front door of her newly rented store. It felt good to have at last embraced her abilities; she was now a professional medium. Raised by a mother who forbade her to talk to dead people or use her psychic abilities because she wanted her daughter to live a normal life, Jennie honored her mother's wishes for more than forty years and kept her Gifts a secret. But no more. She no longer cared about fitting in. It was time to step into her true nature.
And Jennie was finding the mediumship work rewarding, serving as a voice to the spirit realm, delivering their messages of love and healing to loved ones on the Earth plane. She had found her purpose, and it was delightful to at last be living it!
But not everyone is happy about her new career. Her family wants her to stop talking to ghosts and dabbling in the occult. What will it take for them to see the value in what she does?
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NOTE: This book was also titled: The Secrets
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"An inspiring novel about a medium's experiences that both teaches and entertains…" ~ Elizabeth Owens, medium and author of "Discover Your Spiritual Life"
"Jennies Gifts was given to me by a friend after the loss of my young daughter…It helped heal my heart and lifted my spiritual needs as well as the educational value received. I will be giving this book as gifts many times, and awaiting the next book by Lynn Thomas." ~ Kathy Kelly
"… a feel-good read in and of itself… filled with spiritual wisdom that will open your heart and lift your soul." ~ Suzanne Giesemann, author of "Messages of Hope"
Lynn Thomas
Lynn Thomas discovered her joy for writing in childhood. When she's not writing, she's reading fiction and nonfiction, and contemplating metaphysics and the esoteric. She lives in Florida with her husband, and loves her family, going to the beach, playing golf, and eating chocolate (not necessarily in that order). And her passion is creating inspirational entertainment for her readers.
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Messages of Love and Healing - Lynn Thomas
CHAPTER 1
September
I STOOD ON the sidewalk outside my newly rented store, gazing up at the new Sunflowers Shoppe sign above the front door. A smaller sign that hung beneath it said, Jennifer Malone, Medium. And the sign-painter had added sunflowers to both signs and the front windows.
The reason I had named my store Sunflowers was because the sunflower is the symbol of mediumship. It’s said that the sunflower turns its face to the sun, like spiritual beings turn their face to the light of God. The sunflower will seek out the light, no matter how little light there is. This represents having faith and belief in things unseen. And the sunflower is a symbol of good luck, something I needed for my new venture.
As I admired my new signage this September evening, I stood in a place I had glimpsed throughout my life, but had rarely given serious thought to until recently. I was at last announcing to the world, well at least to the small town of Del Vista, Florida, that I was a medium and now openly living my purpose.
And once I made that decision, all the pieces, including this great location, had fallen into place. It was as Ralph Waldo Emerson had stated, ‘Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen’. It felt good to have finally stepped onto my spiritual path. I felt certain that this was what I was born to do, and this shop would serve that purpose.
From the storefront windows I could see the shelves and tables filled with crystals, books and other items for sale. Off to one side was a waiting area and a space for giving lectures. At the back of the store was a long hallway that led to two offices for private readings. And at the end of the hallway was my apartment. I didn’t have to commute; I could simply walk home.
And with the store located just off the main town square, it was visible and convenient, yet secluded enough for anyone not wanting to be seen going to a medium. Yes, it was perfect, and it had all come together quite nicely.
As I stood on the sidewalk admiring the store, the wind picked up and blew my hair out of place. As I tucked the stray strands behind my ear, I noticed an elderly man standing next to me, looking up at the signs.
I was about to say something to him when he said, Bah. Medium, psychic, crapola.
I turned toward him. Pardon me?
She must not be any good,
he said, then leaned over and spat into one of my newly potted geraniums.
I cringed as I looked at the plant, then back at him and asked, Why did you say she’s no good?
Because if she was any good she’d know we don’t want that,
he said, pointing toward my sign for emphasis, in our town.
We don’t want what?
That,
he said pointing more emphatically at the sign. We don’t want con artists here.
Con artists?
What was this man babbling about? I looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot of our conversation, but saw we were alone.
Yeah, nothing but conniving, no good pranksters with their bag of tricks,
he said, then shoved his hands into his pockets, and kicked at a stone.
Why are you so upset?
I asked him.
Because they are all rip-off artists,
he said and folded his arms tight across his chest.
Why do you say that?
Not one of them is any damn good,
he said shaking his head. Not one of them is able to talk to my Myrtle, God rest her soul. They just take my money and scam me.
He looked at me now, and for the first time I saw the emotional pain in his eyes. His eyes misted and he wiped away the tears with his hand. My Myrtle's been gone three years now, and I know that she loved me,
he said as his face reddened in anger. She loved me I tell ya, and if it’s possible for anyone to get a message to someone after they are dead, my Myrtle would have done so.
I’m sorry to hear of your loss,
I said.
Thank you,
he said.
I extended my hand toward him. My name is Jennie. Jennie Malone.
He unfolded his arms and shook my hand, then glanced up at the sign and blushed as recognition registered on his face. He released my hand, nodded toward the sign and said, That’s you? You’re her?
Yes, that’s me,
I said. And you are?
My name is Carl. Carl Bertrand. And my wife was Myrtle,
he said as he looked down at his shoes, then glanced back at me. We would have celebrated our fiftieth anniversary this year.
Would you like to come in, Carl?
I asked as I pointed at the front door.
He looked surprised. Go in there? With you? Why?
I walked toward the door, then turned and looked at him. It was getting dark, and the wind had increased. Come on in, Carl,
I said with a nod toward the front entry.
Well, I don’t know.
No charge, Carl, this one’s on me,
I said. As I turned the knob and opened the door, the wind chimes rang out from where they hung over the doorframe. The wooden floor creaked beneath my steps as I walked across the room and switched on a lamp.
I glanced back at Carl. I won’t stay in business long if I give free readings, but I felt that with Carl I’d make an exception. And Carl’s reading would serve to test my newly proven skills. I had to now trust what I had learned. Carl needed help, and I hoped to offer it, even if at the moment he was not a willing participant.
Carl stood in the threshold of the doorway, looking uncertain. His hands were dug deep into the pockets. His head hung down, his shoulders slumped. It was obvious from his stance that he was debating his next move. I sensed that he could not bear another disappointment at not receiving a message from his wife.
As I watched Carl, a presence entered the room. I felt certain it was his beloved Myrtle.
‘How can I get him to sit down with me? How can I help him relax?’ I telepathically asked the spirit.
Offer him a cup of hot tea,
Myrtle said.
Would you like a hot cup of tea, Carl?
I asked him.
He looked up at me. What kind?
We have black pekoe or green tea and an assortment of herbal teas.
I’ll have the black tea,
he said as he entered the room and shut the front door to the cooling night air. He removed his hat and twirled it in his hands as he walked toward me in the waiting area.
I stood at the coffee counter and placed a tea bag in a cup, then added hot water. Sugar? Milk? Honey?
No, that’s fine,
he said as he took the warm cup from my hands. Thank you,
he said offering me his first smile.
I poured myself a cup of tea, then walked over to one of the chairs and motioned for Carl to join me. He sat in a chair opposite mine and placed his hat on his knee. We both sipped at our tea a moment, then placed our cups on the coffee table.
My arms tingled with energy as Myrtle’s presence grew stronger. I began to feel excited as I picked up on her joy at having the opportunity to get a message to her husband.
Let’s just see how this goes, Carl,
I said. Is that okay with you?
Carl nodded.
CHAPTER 2
I CLOSED MY eyes, said a prayer, then silently connected with the spirit realm. I opened my eyes and looked at a scene unfolding next to Carl. I described what I was seeing, which was similar to describing each scene as a movie played.
I see a gazebo. It’s in a park,
I said. There is snow on the ground and behind the gazebo is a pond. There are ice skaters on the pond. In the gazebo is a woman, and she is the one who is bringing me to this scene. She is wearing a full length white winter coat, black gloves and her white hat is trimmed with a black band holding a gray feather.
Myrtle had a hat like that,
Carl said excitedly. How do you know that?
Without commenting, I held to the vision and continued my narrative. The woman is checking her watch. She is waiting for someone who is late. But she waits patiently as she watches the ice skaters. Someone approaches her. She stands to greet him. This is the person she was waiting for. She is now showing me a diamond ring. It’s an engagement ring.
That’s where I proposed to her. We were at the gazebo,
Carl said. I had to work late, and was afraid she wouldn’t be there. But she had waited for me.
I listened to the spirit, then repeated, She says it’s the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.
Carl wiped at the tears in his eyes. That’s what she said when I gave it to her. I always hoped she meant it. It was all I could afford at the time.
I looked at him. Yes, she meant it. That’s why she wore it all her life.
Carl nodded. She never wanted another one, even when I could afford better.
My attention returned to the vision. Now she is standing in a room holding a baby. On the wall are four framed photos of her children, but the baby she is holding is not in any of them.
I silently asked the spirit what this meant, and learned it was a new symbol. Did she lose a baby, Carl?
He looked at me, his face flushed. Yes, she lost the last one in childbirth. We had four boys. She lost the girl. We never had anymore.
The spirit of the baby aged and stood next to her mother, holding her hand. Then, both the mother and her child stepped out of the movie and stood next to Carl, looking at him.
The child let go of her mother’s hand and hugged her father. I said, Your wife is with your daughter. They are both happy to see you, and the child is hugging you.
Carl took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes, then looked hard at me and asked, Is this some kind of trick?
His comment surprised me. No, Carl, I promise you, no tricks. I’m telling you what I am seeing; what your wife is showing me.
He sat quietly as I silently asked Myrtle, ‘Give me more evidence.’ I heard a song, and said, I hear a voice singing, ‘All The Way’.
That’s one of Myrtle’s favorite songs. How do you know that?
I don’t know it, Myrtle does.
Now that I had delivered evidence to Carl that this was Myrtle, I listened for her message. She said, Tell him I’m okay and I’m waiting for him.
I repeated this to Carl, but he didn’t respond as he sat silent in his thoughts.
Myrtle said, Tell him to call Jerry. It’s not right for them to not speak.
Carl,
I said. He looked at me. Myrtle is saying that you need to call Jerry. She says that it’s not right for you to not speak.
She’s talking about our eldest boy,
he said with a look of surprise. I can’t even remember what we got mad about. I guess I keep waiting on Jerry to call me.
She wants you to call him, Carl. She says it’s been long enough, and it’s time to mend fences.
Guess that won’t hurt none,
he said with a shrug. What else does she say?
he asked with renewed interest.
I asked Myrtle for more evidence, and she showed me a pasture. There were horses, and I described to Carl all I saw.
That’s my boyhood home! I grew up on a farm in Kentucky. I loved that place and I miss it sometimes. Things seemed so much simpler then,
he said with a sigh.
Myrtle brought forth a young girl with braided red hair and a young boy with jet black hair. Both children were wearing overalls.
I told Carl, and he said, That would be my younger sister and brother. They both died young, in a farming accident.
Myrtle says they are okay. They are happy and they will also greet you when your time comes.
He sat twirling his hat in his hands.
Myrtle said, Tell him not to be afraid. He will be okay.
I’ve been afraid of dying,
he said before I spoke. It’s getting close, I can somehow sense it. When I didn’t hear from Myrtle, I figured that once I’m dead that’ll be it. But if what you are telling me is true, it means that after death I will be with her.
I’m not saying your time is up, Carl,
I said quickly, but Myrtle says to not worry about it. When your time comes, you won’t be alone. You’ll be okay.
I understand,
he said, and now I can stop fearing it. Thank you for that.
Myrtle nodded and smiled at me, then she and the scenes faded away, a sign that the spirit’s message had been delivered.
I looked at my watch, surprised to see thirty minutes had passed since we first sat down together. When I’m in contact with the spirits in this way, I tend to lose all sense of space and time.
Myrtle’s gone, Carl,
I said, I mean, I don’t sense her with us now.
It’s okay. I understand what you meant. And thank you, Miss Jennie. You’ve taken a load off my mind,
he said as he rose from the chair. Now, what do I owe you?
he asked as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
I held up my hand and said, You don’t owe me anything. Like I said before, Carl, this one’s on the house.
Okay. Well, thank you again, Miss Jennie. Good luck to you and your store,
he said. He tucked his wallet back in his pocket, placed his cap on his head, and walked out the door.
I thanked the spirits, my guides and my higher self for assisting me in my service. I was happy to have helped Myrtle deliver her message to Carl, and felt honored to have been part of