My friend, Carol and I, were writing a cookbook, and in the process, doing research. We were invited to her friend's home in the hills of Studio City, California. Lucy, was preparing a rather unusual dinner of Mexican enchiladas with chocolate sauce and all of the side dishes. Yes, we thought that sounded a little odd too. With dessert in hand, we were escorted to the living room and were seated in front of a roaring fire, while the rain gently fell against the house and beautiful rose gardens within view.
I excused myself, and asked where the bathroom was. It was just down the hall. While I was sitting there, I was visited by the previous owner of the house. (I also thought it was a little inappropriate.) I felt, and started to see a gray haired woman. I immediately, closed my eyes and felt my way to the sink to wash my hands. I knew this dear soul wanted to communicate with me, but I kept my eyes closed, as it still frightened me. I knew, I would see her reflection in the mirror and asked that I see her only mentally. Since that time, they always come to me in my minds eye. A much more comfortable situation for me. Anyway, she told me that she had been scammed by the buyers of her home after her husband had passed. Shortly, thereafter, she died. She now believed the house was in litigation, with her heirs, since her passing. Some type of wrap around mortgage, mumbo jumbo.
Our hostess was renting the house. This sweet woman, wanted her to know, that she was sooo pleased Lucy took loving care of her rose gardens! Messages, always, they ask me to deliver messages!
Upon returning to the warmth of the fire, I hesitated, but felt comfortable enough to share this knowledge with my friends. They were so open to this information and casual, while drinking their tea, what a relief! Our hostess, then told us, she felt this gentle woman's presence, while she was gardening. Lucy, desperately wanted to buy the home, but it was tied up in litigation, validating everything I had been told.
