Double Realities
I was doing some clairvoyant work for a client some time ago.
One of the questions she had was about some sights of her Mother.
The Mother had died years ago, but still she had met her and kept on meeting her, once a while.
Once, she explained, she had seen her on the bus.
She had another woman’s body, but it still felt like her Mama.
The question was “Was it my Mother, or not?”
And these amazing Helpers of mine explained that it was, and it was not.
At the same time,
which I cannot really explain, but I do “understand”, somehow.
She did not, but she accepted.
I wish I knew some “quantum” person we could talk “this one story” with.
Reality is indeed mysterious.
Photo of a worn-out city poster, artist Don John , and thanks for inspiration!