During the next 18 months, I went overseas and, on my return in 1996, I chose to do some readings in Auckland before traveling to the South Island where my then-husband and I had decided to live. One of my clients was a woman who I thought I knew, and she told me when she sat down that she had been to see me before. She said she would not tell me where or when, but there was a knowing I had seen her before. As soon as she sat down, a man came from Spirit and started to apologize to me. I could not understand why he was apologizing to me, because it was his wife I felt he should be apologizing too. So many of the souls who return come only to say they are sorry for what they have done to or with the people who come for readings. She told me that her husband was indeed apologizing to me.
As she told me of our last visit together, I remembered it because of the daughter who was a student. She told me she had gone home and told her husband of her reading and he had told her to shut up. She had left the tape on the table, but he did not want to listen. Eighteen months later he had died suddenly of a stroke. There was no time for a goodbye; he was dead when she got to the hospital. As she finished talking, her husband was still in the room. He told me he was so sorry for not listening to me. He should not have died but he had basically worked himself to death. I remember thinking what he would do if he had to come back. Would he not want to work in the next incarnation and be hesitant to work hard? He also apologized to his wife, but it was just so sad. He could have still been with her in the flesh instead of in Spirit.
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