Sheena's Uncle Hughie.

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When Sheena still had her business in Rochester, England, I used to work in her shop periodically.  On one occasion that I was working there and we had closed up for the day, we went back to Sheena’s apartment, as was usual. When we arrived, we made something for tea and sit to eat and talk about the events of the day.  Usually we talked shop and about the clients who came for readings or healings and that afternoon it was no different.

At some point Sheena decided to go to the bathroom, which was through a high archway and down a short hall.  On her way through the archway she felt a splash, or drip, of water hit her on the face.  She told me this and we looked to see what caused the splash.  We thoroughly checked the ceiling, expecting it to be a drip caused by a spillage in the apartment above, but nothing was found.  On her way back from the bathroom she had the same experience again.

This time I walked through the arch a few times back and forth, the same way as Sheena did, but nothing happened.  A little later she, again, walked through the arch, to go for something in her bedroom and got splashed again.  I checked once more, even more thoroughly this time, and still found nothing.  It was a mystery.

But, because of what I do, my suspicions were raised and I felt that this might have a more other-worldly explanation. I said that I would sit quietly for a few moments and tune in, to see what I could sense, feel, or come up with in my thoughts.  I didn’t get much but, as it turned out, it was enough.  I sensed a feeling,  or impression,  of being on a ship or boat, and the wind was whipping up spray from the water, hence the feeling of spray on her face, that Sheena was experiencing.

I mentioned this and that was enough to trigger and steer Sheena's thoughts.  She has Scottish ancestry and has spent time there with family and the splashes reminded her of wind-blown heavy dew that is a frequent experience in parts of Scotland.  On top of that a favourite uncle, Hughie, known fondly by everyone in her family, also came into her mind and we knew we were now on the right track.  His spirit came to the flat to get our help to enable him cross over to the light, and that’s what we did.  In this case it was just a formality and a pleasure to do for a lovely soul who still had his great sense of humour.

Note;
You may wonder why a man, who lived an exemplary life and was dearly loved, did not go straight to the light when he left his physical body.  There can be many reasons why a soul doesn’t go home there and then, and, in this event, we will never know for certain.  But, in Hughie's case it was probable that he stayed on the Earth to continue looking after members of his family for a period of time.  So, we can presume, his job was now done and he had no further reason to stay here, earthbound.  He had, somehow, learned that Sheena and I were the people to come to for the help he needed.  He, also, bless him, entertained us for the evening, with his memorable and cryptic method of presenting himself.

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