JACOB FROM ARIZONA

Jacob lived in Arizona. He came to me, a boy about the age of five, wearing a red t-shirt. By the end of his visit I was sobbing myself to sleep. My heart felt as if it were broken. I was experiencing what his mother was/is going through as she grieves the loss of her child. 

He relayed his death to me in images, using his words, and through incredibly strong feelings. Jacob died in an accidental drowning while his mother used her cellphone nearby. The imagery of trees and dirt, and a fairly mediocre sized waterfall played out in my mind as if a motion picture were rolling. Every detail clear as day, even though now lost forever to the passing of time. Energy is strange like that when you're a psychic. You have the unique ability to grasp onto what is lost to others with dimmer senses. 

He was in good spirits, but a little concerned over his mothers emotional well being. He showed me that he had fallen into the water. He showed me the search for his little body, and the moment his mother knew she had lost him. I heard her screams, I felt her agony, I knew every little nook and cranny in her heart. I was his mother then. I stepped into her essence. The pain was unimaginable. A true nightmare grew in my soul, and the gut wrenching pain never ceased. It never healed. This is what it's actually like to lose a child, I marveled. Worse even then it sounds.

I'm unclear why Jacob shared his story with me, as I have no way of contacting his mother to share with her what I learned. I have only trust left, and the gratitude that anyone would choose me to be a vehicle through which they share what they can't simply share without a body any longer. Sometimes they tell me they'll be back at a later date. Other times they tell their story and leave no instructions behind as to what to do with it, and so I write their story in my own words as best I can.

Jacob told me that his mommy is sad all of the time. He wants her to have a new baby. He needs to fly away for good now. When I asked him when he passed away he told me, "yesterday". But he doesn't how long ago that really was. He says I'll meet his mommy one day, Jenny. It would be my honor. I sincerely loved connecting to this special little boy in death. The loss is unbearable for those who knew him in life, I know that. I mean, I really know that. Thank you, Jacob, for sharing your life and death with me.

I am the receiver of many sacred last moments witnessed only by those who have passed on. This is my calling. This is why I was born. This is worth existing for. 

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