My Mother’s Short Visit

Yesterday, I had an exciting remote session with a client from Europe.

My client, an opera singer, had problems with her voice being ‘stuck’ and not resonating as it should. She said she lost the strength in her voice. She had also been having significant issues with sleep and morning anger. We had solved the problem with sleep in our previous session, and since then, she has been able to sleep long and well.

Yesterday’s session was about the deep pain in her right jaw and her morning anger. We worked on a few of her energy pathways and opened any blockages that there might be. At one point during the session, I was stuck and asked for help from the beings from whom I usually receive limitless assistance at times of necessity.

Suddenly, there appeared a white-colored benevolent energy cloud. After a little pause, it embraced my client almost entirely from head to toe. I immediately recognized ‘Elf.’ When I first met Elf, it looked like Arwen, the Elf from the Lord of the Rings. She was wearing a glittering long white dress and looked extremely beautiful. This time, there was no human-like look, and she appeared in the form of a white cloud. Elf wrapped her selfless white cloud energy field around my client’s body, like a caring mother covers her baby with a quilt, and began penetrating deeper and deeper.

Elf —made of glittering white— is an embodiment of grace and pure love. Although it initially looked like a female, I now think it is sexless. It never utters a word but communicates without words. It appears on its own when there is a need or simply when I call her. It usually arrives momentarily and stands like a guard, unmoving, until the issue is completely solved. It also has a beautiful big white horse that accompanies each time. I called the horse ‘Nimbus’ for its puffy white cloud-like coat. When Elf or Nimbus appears on their own, there is usually deep sadness, sorrow, guilt, or embarrassment to be taken care of.

To my amazement, this time, Elf communicated audibly as she enveloped my client: ‘She must let go and forget. It wasn’t her fault.’ It repeated this a few times and sort of asked me to voice the message it had just transmitted. As I voiced Elf’s message, my client started to tremble and sob, most like revisiting her past for a brief yet intense moment. This lasted for about five minutes. I waited until she was ready to proceed with the session.

We continued, focusing on alleviating the pain in my client’s right jaw. After a short while —to my astonishment— my recently departed mother manifested beside my client, accompanied by an unfamiliar man who was standing afar like a guard. She was wearing a beautiful dark suit with a flower-like brooch on her left side, which she usually would do. Was I dreaming? She conveyed warmth and deep affection never seen before. With a smile but maintaining her usual formal stance as a teacher, she said a few words of encouragement, looking directly at me. Although taken aback by what I had just witnessed, I had to suppress my emotions and prioritize my client’s well-being.

My mother pointed to my client’s right jaw, revealing a forgotten bicycle accident that had injured her neck.

I asked my client if she had had any accidents. She replied clearly, ‘No.’

My mother immediately added, ‘Tell her it’s a bicycle accident! You did not mention the bicycle.’

After a moment’s pause, my client’s eyes opened wide with surprise. She had remembered the accident. As a teenager, she had fallen down the stairs on a bicycle. Faced with a choice between her safety and the bicycle’s preservation, she sacrificed herself for the bicycle—a decision long forgotten, as she put it.

Having proudly completed her task, my mother slowly disappeared into the darkness, walking away contentedly and confidently. This last breathtaking visual replaced her last memory of pain and unhappiness in her bed.

This was the last time I saw my mother.

The session continued to unfold miraculously. In the end, I asked my client to sing an aria, testing her voice and overall performance. To our delight, her voice had returned, and to my surprise, she said she sensed a very supportive energy by her side the whole time.

These extraordinary events took place on November 2nd, 2023, somewhere in Koh Samui, room #61.

Photo: My mother —in the middle— with her close friends, 1962