I'll have to start watching again, I like that show

Moore if you have I missed it..I love Ghost Whisperer. Can't wait til the stupid college basketball is over and it comes back on again. I just got into it about a month or so ago so I have a lot of catching up to do.

Okay. Wow...

I had started to post about this a little while ago, but since the reading was several years ago, my memory was a bit faded. There were a couple of things that stood out, but I decided to go dig out the tape that the medium provided, and am in the process of listening to it again.

Chills... I had forgotten SO much, and there are some significant things in this tape that I realize I may not have fully "gotten" the first time around.

I'll give you the highlights as soon as I've finished listening to the tape.

Okay, well this was several years ago, but I remember a whole lot more now after having listened to the tape again!

The medium's name is Barb Mallon, and I don't think that it's inappropriate for me to mention it because she does have a website, and has done radio shows, etc. (http://www.barbmallon.com/) My girlfriend has been to Barb's home on many occasions (although I have not), and I think that Barb gives fairly regular group readings that my friend keeps begging me to go to! If you're interested in listening to an exerpt from one of her readings, there a little headphone icon on her main page, and you can hear part of a reading...!!!

I apologize for having taken so long to get this posted, but I've had a lot of interruptions, and there was a lot to type!

Anyway, about a week before the scheduled phone call, I had to send Barb a photograph of myself. She studies a client's picture for about fifteen minutes before the phone call begins, completely relaxes herself, and meditates in an effort to absorb the client's essence, I guess. Phone calls have to be conducted on a land line, and not on cell phones. She also asks that clients make certain that their half-hour session will take place uninterrupted, and in a quiet area of the house. Clients are supposed to similarly prepare for the phone call by relaxing, meditating, and doing whatever they can to completely clear their minds of distractions.

When the phone call begins, Barb explains that she will provide a recording, and that this is important because a lot of what she says during the call might not make sense at the time, but that clients often realize, after reflection later on, or after hearing the tape again at home, that her comments had meaning. She encourages clients to take notes during the session; she's very sweet, and explains that she doesn't always understand what she's seeing because the significance of what's being "told" to her comes in images, and is more likely to be understood by the client.

Barb explains that one person may come through, but that others can do a sudden "fly-by", and the messages will get criss-crossed, and are sometimes difficult to sort out. (This happened several times to us during my reading.) Also, she told me that people from my husband's family could show up just as easily.

I have to admit that I was a bit nervous when we first began, and I think that it was more a matter of fearing that I would be disappointed in the session; I wasn't!

What I'm going to do is to give you a synopsis of what Barb says, and then I'll tell you what my interpretation is. Some things were so freaking clear that they just couldn't be missed! There were also a couple of things that didn't make sense at the time, and still don't, so I'm not going to bother to include those...

My birthday is November 3rd, and the reading took place about a week after that. Just keep that in mind when she mentions "this time of year"... I was instructed to keep my answers brief, and not to volunteer any information. Barb also explains that when symbols are shown, they are meant to be a validation of who is coming through (proof, if you will) by being directly related either to that person or to me. It holds some significance, and not to some third cousin twice removed, but to me specifically, or to the spirit.

She begins by seeing an older man, who is tall and lean. The name Robert or Bob is referenced. Initially, I thought that she was referring to my brother-in-law who was quite tall, and whose last name was Roberts. She said that she was seeing an older man who was having trouble breathing, possibly because of pneumonia, or lung cancer, or something like that. This didn't mean anything to me because, although my brother-in-law was 17 years older than my sister, and she was 12 years older than me, he died of pancreatic cancer, not anything to do with the lungs. I think that this first reference was a criss-cross, right off the bat, and that my brother-in-law was a quick fly-by, indicating that he was there by showing the name Robert for Roberts.

Barb continues. She repeats that the man she's seeing is tall and lanky, and is wearing a blue flannel shirt, or possibly a plaid shirt -- whatever kind of shirt, it was a comfortable shirt. (This could have applied to several people.)

NOW she gets very specific! She says that she's seeing this man as having white hair, and a white mustache, and that he's on my father's side, an uncle or a grandfather. Holy cow! My father's father had white hair, and a white mustache, and looked a lot like Mark Twain.

Barb repeats that there are problems breathing, and asks if this man was a smoker. (I have no idea. I never knew him, but he was a farmer, and I know that they raised tobacco for many years before he moved the family, and they began to grow cotton.) Barb explains that he's showing her the month of December as being significant, and as a validation. (My sister passed away on December 19th.) This man indicates that some people might have found him to be a bit intimidating. (My grandfather was a strict southern Baptist, and wouldn't allow any of his children to go to dances, or anything like that. Although he was a very kind man, and had a great sense of humor, my father always told me that he and his siblings avoided getting into trouble with my grandfather!) There's some other conversation here that is somewhat applicable, but probably not all that interesting to you...

THEN, Barb tells me that this man is indicating the names Anthony or Tony, neither of which meant anything to me. Barb repeated that this man (clearly my grandfather) insists that these names mean something, and that this Anthony or Tony is there with him. Barb expands a bit now, and says that it could be Anthony, Tony, or Thomas, but that the point is that the names indicate a T and an O.

The first two initials in my father's name were T. O., and he was a smoker...

Barb continued, but was a bit uncomfortable with the next thing because she doesn't know her clients' circumstances, and she said that what she was currently being shown could raise a lot of emotions. She said that she was seeing a baby symbol, and that was meant to represent a miscarriage, or the passing of a young child. She said that this baby was someone very closely associated with me, and that it was a baby girl.

Although I didn't know this until I was in my late teens, my parents lost their first child in my mother's seventh month of pregnancy, and the baby was a girl. I felt that this was validation, along with the T.O., that my father was coming through loud and clear, and was standing next to his father with the white hair and white mustache.

Now Barb and I experience another criss-cross. She asks if my grandmother, on my mother's side, had passed, and I confirmed that she had. She asked if I remembered her well, and I confirmed that I did. Barb tells me that the names Edith, Ellen, and Evelyn were being shown to her, and did that mean anything to me. Initially it didn't. (This all happens very quickly, and you're trying to get your mind wrapped around all of the information being tossed out, and so sometimes when you're trying to pursue one train of thought or association, another one doesn't immediately process.) Barb repeated that there was an Evelyn present, and I suddenly realized that it was another grandmother spirit: my husband's grandmother was named Evelyn; I knew her briefly, and she and I liked each other very much. It was clearly another fly-by!

Barb returned to the original grandmother image (mine), and she says that this grandmother is offering me a bouquet of flowers. Barb explains that this symbol means that my grandmother is proud of me, and that it is also directly associated with something to do with the time of year. Barb asked if I knew what this meant. When I replayed the tape a little while ago, my response during the reading was that I understood what it meant, and that it was probably a reference to a very small accomplishment on my part. I have no idea now what I was thinking about, but having heard the tape again, I think that I now have a better understanding of what it meant. It registered with me when I lisened to the additional details that Barb gave as she continued. She explained again that my grandmother was very proud of me, and that this pride was associated with the current time of year, or that it may be associated with a date that was coming up. The flowers being offered were a huge bouquet of daisies.

Remember that my birthday is November 3rd, and that the reading is taking place about a week later. When I listened to the tape this morning, I realized that my grandmother had passed away on November 2nd, and that I was the only person with her when she died. HOWEVER, as I mentioned before, my sister died on December 19th, and as she was dying, she began to describe a HUGE field of daisies that she was apparently seeing! I think that my grandmother was referencing this field of daisies, through her bouquet, and that she was proud of both my sister and me. Additionally, I found out the morning after my sister's death that my grandmother's brother had died that same night...

At this point, Barb mentioned a new name to me, and asked if it meant anything. The name was Betty. I started to laugh because I believed that it represented someone I never expected to show up: my mother-in-law! Her first name was Elizabeth, but she was called Betty until about the time she married my father-in-law, and then went by Liz. I cracked up laughing!!!

Barb returned to my grandmother, and said that she was quite short (she certainly was), that she had gray hair with white (yes), and that there was a nervousness about her because she was a worrier. Oh, yeah! Barb said that my grandmother worried in a loving kind of way, and that she is definitely the person with the bouquet. Aside from the daisies, there are lots of other flowers around her, and Barb asked me if my grandmother liked to garden. She did.

Barb explains that as a means of validation my grandmother was now showing her two other signs. One is that she had trouble with her eyesight. This was actually very significant with my grandmother. Her own mother had gone blind, and my husband and I both remember very clearly that my grandmother was always complaining about how dark various rooms were when they weren't. The second thing was a date. Barb asked me if March had any significance when associated with my grandmother, and this is when I actually gasped: her birthday was March 3rd.

Up until this time, I had tried to be very reserved during the reading, and hadn't shown much emotion in my responses, but this was just amazing. Since we first began the reading, Barb Mallon had so far shown me a brief glimpse of my brother-in-law, had given me a specific description of my grandfather in looks and personality, had referenced the month of my sister's death, had given me my father's initials, referred to smoking, had referenced my parents' stillborn baby daughter, had mentioned my husband's grandmother's name, had mentioned my mother-in-law's name, described my own grandmother's appearance and personality, referenced the flowers my sister saw just before her death, and had now given me my grandmother's birth month! And, we're not through yet...

Barb repeated that my grandmother was a worry-wart in life, and that she still is but that she's a loving worry-wart. (I inherited this trait from her too!) Barb thinks that my grandmother is worried about me now, either over health issues or over stress. She wants me to be happy, and she wants me to know that I deserve to be happy. My grandmother wants to tell me that everything is going to be okay. Barb says that she was always someone who had no fear of speaking her mind (very true!!!), and she says that she likes my grandmother very much. She comes across as being sweet. Now my grandmother gives me another validation: Barb asks if she was complusive about cleaning. Yep...

Barb says that my grandmother is bringing up a possible new circumstance in my life. She says that I will be going back to school. The image might mean anything from teaching to taking a class myself. Or mentoring. This didn't really mean anything to me. Barb said that the "educational circumstance" didn't necessarily have to mean something formal, but it could be some kind of minor self-improvement course, or some other form of "enhancement". She explained that my grandmother was very certain that this would occur, and whatever it was would happen in January. January and the class/education -- whatever go together, and for me to write it down, and just remember it.

The next thing that Barb mentions is that my grandmother is pointing to a man next to her who passed away very suddenly from a heart attack. He is a close relative to my grandmother, and is either her husband or her brother. This was my grandfather. He and my grandmother had been in their living room together; my grandmother was sitting in a chair reading, and my grandfather was napping on the couch. My grandmother spoke to him, but he wouldn't answer. She became concerned, and called their caregiver. My grandfather had passed away in his sleep, right next to where my grandmother was sitting. He had recovered from a heart attack two years earlier.

Now we have a third criss-cross. Barb is still talking about my grandfather when she says that he's showing her a Masonic ring. My husband's grandfather was a Mason, and we have his ring... I guess that the two grandfather energies got blended in the same way that the two grandmother energies blended earlier. It makes sense that my own grandparents would come through in a stronger way than my husband's grandparents would, and would hang around longer since it was my reading, but interesting that they were all there!

Barb then asked if the name George was significant to me. George, or Georgina, or Jorgia. No...

My grandmother is coming through again with the subject of my teaching. Barb says that she's being told that this teaching is positive thing, and that there's some prodding from "them", meaning my grandparents, or perhaps from everyone assembled, that I should pursue this if the opportunity presents itself. Barb asked me if I planned to do any teaching, and I acknowledged that I did have something relatively minor in mind. What I was thinking about was the fact that I'd been toying with the idea of teaching some beginning dollmaking classes, but none of this had jelled yet, but I didn't mention the specifics to Barb.

She repeats that she's hearing the name George again, but we set that aside again since the only George that I could think of is my next-door-neighbor, and he's still very much alive!

Barb returns to my grandparents, or everyone, and "they" are telling Barb that I have clairvoyant and mediumistic tentencies too, and she asks if that's true. I confirm that it is true.

There are some other miscellaneous things raised, but they're not all that important.

Barb tells me that the George thing is surfacing yet AGAIN, and that "they" are virtually YELLING "George" at her. She asks if this could mean Georgia, not the name Jorgia, but the state Georgia. That's when it all clicked with me! My father's family was from Georgia (and of course my grandfather and father were already present), but my father had a gazillion brothers and sisters, and they were all a noisy, friendly bunch. It doesn't surprise me one bit that they were insisting on making their presence known! LOL... Georgia. My grandfather had two wives, and a grand total of seventeen children. My grandmother was his second wife, and had twelve of those seventeen.

Barb returned to the subject of upcoming positive things in my life, and told me that they would appear in a series of four separate things that would occur in rapid succession, but would be four positive experiences within a compressed period of time. She was being told that I needed to follow my intuition, and to pursue those things that make me happy. Those may be little things, but Barb repeats that January is significant, and is when the changes associated with my being in a classroom situation will begin.

Barb then sees a reference to my mother, and asks me if she has also passed. I confirm that she has. There are names mentioned that have no significance for me. Barb asked if my mother was one of three sisters, and I tell her no. (My mother was raised as an only child, although there was a baby brother who died.) Barb asked me if I had two sisters. I only knew one sister, but then there was also that first little girl who was stillborn, so that would have meant that my mother did actually give birth to three daughters... Barb tells me that my mother is showing her that the death was the result of a long illness, and Barb asks if it was related to cancer. Both my mother and sister died of breast cancer.

Barb sees a strong religious aspect associated with my mother, and asked if my mother had been extremely religious, or if someone very close to her had been extremely religious. Barb is seeing a Bible. This goes back to my grandmother again. She was never without her Bible, and was a fundamentalist.

Now Barb tells me that my mother is showing her a rose, but that it's being shown to her in an unusual way. She explains that a rosebud is normally a symbol of an anniversary, but that this rose is half open, and that my mother is handing it to me. She tells me that my mother is pointing to the stem of the rose to draw attention to the thorns, and she asks me if my mother and I had a difficult relationship. This wasn't even remotely the case! My mother was the sweetest, kindest person on the planet, and she died when I was just ten years old so she was still my beloved "mommy". Barb said that the symbol was a bit confusing to her too, but that the rose seemed to signify a critical relationship, and that it might be a possible peace offering from this person who had difficulty expressing love.

Barb then added that she was being shown a cigarette as a validation, and said that the woman who was offering the rose smoked heavily. She asked if my mother had smoked. That's when I understood the symbol. My mother-in-law and I had had a difficult relationship, and she was a chain smoker. It was another criss-cross involving the two mother energies, and my mother-in-law was offering me the rose.

That was basically the end of the reading, although there was a little bit of additional conversation.

Three weeks after this reading, my neighbor telephoned. At the time, Pat was a librarian at a local magnet school, and she explained that she was in charge of the fourth graders' colonial project, and that they wanted to make some dolls. She knew about my dollmaking, etc., and wondered if I would be willing to kick off the project with a little talk about the history of dolls in America.

They planned to start the project in January.

So, I gave the lecture, and brought examples of all different kinds of dolls. At the end of the class, one little girl came up to me to say that she really liked one of my examples, and wondered where she could buy it. (It was a simple little doll known as a church doll.) I told her that it wasn't available anymore, but that she could always make one herself! What happened is that most of the fourth graders decided to make some wooden dancing dolls, but four little girls wanted to make the cloth church doll, and I knew that my neighbor couldn't help them through the process which is a lot more complicated than one might think. I would have to teach them myself.

My January lecture turned into a four-month mentoring commitment that was truly one of the highlights of my life! We made those dolls without sewing machines, but entirely by hand as the colonists would have done. The four little girls began to open up, just as one would during a quilting bee, and even though they hadn't been friends before, they began to make friends.

One little girl, who was Hispanic, was a somewhat shy, and goofy kid, but I just adored her. It turned out that she had a great sense of color. One day, her father came to pick her up from school. (She had come to the library after classes, and she and I had worked until 4:00 pm on the doll.) I escorted her to the front of the school, and saw that her enormous father was clearly a laborer. He looked significantly tired, was still sweating from his work, and was in his work clothes. His daughter showed him the little doll that she'd been working on. He didn't seem impressed, but then why would an exhausted hard-working man be impressed by some half-finished little doll? I began to explain to him how much effort she had put into it, describing how she had sewn all of the seams entirely by hand, how she gone around the seams twice, how she had stuffed it, etc., etc., and he began to show a bit of appreciation. Over the next few weeks, whenever he would come to pick her up, he seemed to be more and more pleased by her progress, and would smile in appreciation.

A second little girl was occasionally picked up by her father, and he was also quite proud, and told her so!

One day, we had reached the stage when we needed to add ribbon roses to the dolls' costumes, and one of the girls mentioned that a local craft store had ribbon roses. I reminded her that the colonists didn't have a Michaels nearby, and that I would show them how to make the roses themselves. I need to stress the enormous commitment that these little girls had made to the doll project; the other fourth graders had long since finished their wooden dolls, and the four girls were also involved in an upcoming play, and had homework to do!

There was also a deadline that we were had to meet. A curator from the Smithsonian was going to come to the school in May to hang the fourth grade projects, and there would be an open house for the families to see what the students had done. And, we were now into May! The girls were also required to write a report. One was titled, "We were the sewing machine", which I thought just said it all. LOL... They had also come to appreciate the fact that colonial women did this sort of thing by candlelight!

As we progressed, I saw these beautiful little dolls begin to emerge, and I would describe my experiences to Jim with lots of tears; I was so proud of their progress. The final results were far more beautiful than that little doll I had brought to my January lecture, I can assure you. (I have pictures of all of this too, by the way. I'll have to figure out which computer or flashdrive they're on!)

The night of the open house, the large, muscular Hispanic father arrived with his enormous extended family in tow! Most of them spoke no English, so he proudly described his daughter's efforts to all of them, and translated everything that I added to his story. All four little girls just glowed in front of their respective families, and the dolls were a huge hit with everyone that evening. (I had also done a little display board that showed the different stages so that those who might not understand how hard the girls had worked would "get it", and there was also an ongoing slide show of their work in progress that families could watch.)

As my grandmother had told me, through Barb Mallon, I had not only gone back to school, but I had gone back to school in January. I had taught four young girls (the four positive experiences within a compressed period of time), and I'd stayed there through the month of May. Not only had it been a positive experience, it had been an AWESOME experience, and I never would have expected anything like this to have fallen into my lap!

-- Edited by Moore ideas at 17:13, 2008-04-02

Thanks, Shelly.

I just edited my post. It wasn't until I was reading through it that I realized, JUST NOW, the significance of the "four positive experiences". It was the four little girls... I almost started to cry when it dawned on me.

The entire experience with the little girls was just awesome. There so much more to it, but I really could have written volumes about those four months. (OH -- another four involved!)

It's difficult to say what all of the rest of it means. I went into the reading with an open mind, but with some admitted skepticism. However, Barb Mallon gave me so many details, and in such a logical sequence, that it's difficult not to be impressed by the possibility that, in my case, a whole CROWD of lost loved-ones appeared to say "hi"!

wow, lots and lots of work there

I dug out some of the pictures of the little girls making their dolls. I still haven't found the ones that show the finished dolls, but those pictures may be on my husband's computer (I hope).

I've blocked out their eyes because I don't have permission from their parents to post these, but I imagine that these little girls have already changed significantly, over the past few years! I wish that you could see their faces, though, because they were all really really cute!

(I may have to post these pictures in two batches because my first attempt didn't work out very well...)