Melissa Hevenor
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Falling into the Magic of Autumn

Saturday, September 21st, 2013

Time is moving so fast, but never too fast to embrace memories and feel gratitude for time shared with others. I did something recently that I haven’t done in a very long time. I was the guest of honor at a psychic party. This was a special gathering of the Ya-Ya Sisters of south Africa. The hostess of the party had a beautiful, eclectic house on the water. As soon as I entered the house, the energy was like a breath of fresh air. Each lady at the party was a unique goddess of wisdom, grace and spirituality.   However, when they came together as a group, the beauty of their differences weaved together like the patchwork of a quilt. They each play a role in their soul sister livelihood.  It took me time just to absorb the ambience of the house, filled with items from world travels.

One of my favorite pieces in the hostess’ house, was an area rug, made from a South African zebra. I have Always had a soul-aching desire and familiarity with Africa. I was blessed to find out several years ago, that I had a past life in Africa, which explains my magnetism to this magestic country. Bringing me back to the zebra, I could not resist touching it. It was complete with the mane, the eyelashes, the ears, and the snout! My desire to touch it stemmed from the realization that this probably would be my only opportunity to touch a zebra. As soon as I touched it, I could breathe a sigh of relief, as in my mind’s eye, I saw that the zebra had been ill. Therefore, it was not killed for the hunt, and this made perfect sense because the skin was completely intact with no sign of trauma from hunting. The zebra feels like a horse, with coarser hair, and has the prettiest, longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. When the hostess realized I could pick up information, she too was deeply relieved to find out that the animal had been ill but not killed for the hunt.

Then, we all gathered in the sitting room, to begin our connection with Spirit. One of the things that made this party so much fun for me, as a psychic/medium, was that everyone was so open, free of expectation and happy with whatever Spirit had in store. The moment I told my guide, Robin, to let those in spirit come in, the hostess’ loved one was the first to come through. He was such a gentleman, he quickly told me that before I shared his messages, he wanted me to address, that there was a baby in spirit, so I let the ladies know there was a newborn baby in spirit, who was being looked after by another female in spirit,and right away, one of the guests at the party could relate, and felt healing knowing that the baby was safe and with other loved ones in spirit.

Once the baby had gotten a message to its mother, the gentleman who came in at the start, was eager to have his presence be known. He was of no relation to the baby, but such a gentleman, he knew that the baby should go first. He was in his element at this party, because it was a party full of women, good wine, and excellent company. He also had visited me in my home two days prior to this event .he was always cordial, and a pleasure to have around, but I kept apologizing to him, because I didn’t realize who he was connected with. It soon all came together, once the pArty was underway. What made it so special that he came through so quickly, is that he was loved by all the women at the party and married to the host. I also let the hostess know that she was surrounded by Archangel Michael, during which time she told me her mother-in-law was constantly giving her Archangel Michael figurines to protect her husband, because he was a bit of a Daredevil and an athlete. Then, the hostess decided to hop up on a chair, and reach for an Archangel Michael figurine that was on a high shelf, on a display cabinet.then, the show really began, because an ostrich egg flew off the shelf and smashed into a million pieces, then, not one, but two shelves came flying down, and a wooden swan we thought survived, because it fell in slow motion, hit the floor, bounced up, fell again, and the head broke off. All of this happened moments after the hostess had told us the story about how shortly after her husband passed, she was sitting on the deck and the most beautiful swan appeared in the water, and that swans were not known to inhabit that area of Florida, and she immediately knew the swan was a sign from her husband, and the wooden swan, on the shelf, was a decorative piece that came from her husband’s house (from before they were married). The other symbolic occurrence was that the head broke on the swan and her husband had passed from brain cancer. Her husband came through and explained that the swan was no longer needed as a sign because he was able to come through and give his messages with my help.

There were other amazing spirits that came through, a beautiful mother, who had the most peaceful, yet unexpected passing, a mischievous, yet ladies’ man, who was a brother to one of the guests, and they came through so strong, giving signs that they had been around, but specifically describing things that had just happened in the daughter/sister’s house that was at the party. There was also a grandmother who had energy of someone far younger than she was, loved to drink, bake, dance have a good time, and she was also right at home in this environment, full of vivacious, strong women having fun. It was a  night I will never forget, and it reaffirmed for me, the healing, joy and honor that I hope those that I help feel when Spirit uses me to serve as the conduit for messages of love. I am so happy to say that I have now been inducted into the South African Ya Ya Sisterhood, and I can’t wait for our adventures to unfold together.