Princess Elsa

I will not offer her real name because she tells me personal things. We became good friends the year she passed.  As some of you know, I hear from people who have passed on.  I know some of the people I hear from and some I do not.  It is sporadic, not something I can make happen all the time. I will be doing a series soon called Tuesdays with J.B., My Dad, who comes to me regularly with great wisdom.   Below is what I indeed heard from my dear friend I will call "Princess Elsa."

 My Crystal Angel:                         

She came to me in the spirit:

Me: I see you. You're in a long white gown.  Your hair is the same, blonde, long, and curly with waves like the soft blue ocean when it gently rolls onto the soft sands.  You have a continually beautiful smile. I spoke aloud:  You make life fun there, comical sometimes.

  She laughed and told me:  "You are funny there!"  We both laughed. 

Me: You look like Elsa in Disneyland's Ice Movie. (And I cried at her innocent beauty)

Her:  She said for me not to cry, it's okay. It's just different here.  It's not always easy at first, but you learn how to navigate the celestials quickly. I have only begun.  I am allowed, asked, and led to help others who feel like I felt on earth.  Not worthy enough or as worthy as I should have been. My passing wasn't easy, but it gave me perspective while it was happening. What I could have done or been.  So, when I passed, I was able to lean on the new me. Me with endless love that offers help to others.  I live in a castle.  A strong, beautiful white castle with some things that are endearing to me.  We don't need things here, but we can have whatever we want, and I wasn't finished loving some of my earthly things.  At some point, I will move on and leave the castle and those things behind.  For now, I wish to remain to watch my grandson grow, and  I want to help you grow too. 

Her:  I did not and have not seen my mother, which is fine.  I have seen my father but not close up. They tell me when I move past this phase, I will be able to spend more time with him if he is still in my area. Area means my mental (energy) area here.  I am finishing some things here that I didn't get to finish there. 

I go to see Rob in Ireland.  You may tell him of this. I know he senses my presence at times.  I would like to walk the cliffs with him soon.  Please tell him this.  He was and is a good forever friend.  I'm sorry he overstepped your boundaries.  

Fill yourself, Diane.  Fill yourself with as much good as you can. Don't sit alone like I did.  Oh, I had people, men, around me, but they left me personally empty. They were fillers.  Fill yourself with good people and energy.  Kind people.  Caring, intelligent, and giving people.  You have yourself in one of the cardboard coffins you write about, and you DON'T STOP WRITING.  Keep looking for your nitch. Seek the WHO YOU ARE.  The who you are spot in writing.  You are way more than you know. I wish I could reach you.  I wish I could come into your room, look into your eyes, and tell you verbally, not just mentally.  I know you hear me, but it's earthly to question if you really do hear or see me.  You do!  I wish I could wave a magic wand and fill you with all your needs.

Me:  I asked you for a sign of a red feather.  But I haven't gotten one.

Her:  Okay, I will send you a red feather. 

Her:  As for your personal life Diane.  Like I said, fill yourself with goodness.  Good people, good times, good talks, good good all good.  Seek it!  Don't sit and wait for it to come to you as I did.  Seek it.  Seek, and you shall find. 

Me:  You look so pretty. So Angelic, like a princess.

Her:  I am learning to be; it is so much fun.  There are so many wonderful people (energies) around me.  The Universe has sent many to me for them to learn and for me to learn from them as well.  Like your Dad told you.  He is in school like I am.

Her:  Remember how I yearned?  How I sat and longed for that particular man to come to get me and love me?  But he couldn't even find a way to take me on a decent date.  That's what you are doing.  I died, and I think I died sooner because I didn't listen.  I was not going to change.  I was in a cardboard coffin, not believing I could get out and do anything different.  I did my grandson, my garden, and a few men online and waited for that special man to come to me.  As you know, he never did. I wasted precious time and emotional energy for NOTHING.  Poof. Poof.  Nothing.  And then I died.  Is that what you want?

Me:  She blew me away, and I sat silently.  She knew my thoughts.

Her:  So, stop thinking that way.  You are older, and it will take longer to get better, but you will.  You will get better.  Your Dad just popped in here beside me.  He is so sweet, and those dimples give his kindness away.  He is pleased I am talking to you. He is flirting with me of course.  He always liked the pretty ones.  Your Dad and I are going fishing. He never got to go fishing much because he worked all the time, just like you.  We can go fishing here, by the way.  I bet he catches a big one.  Then he is going back to our Mom's.  He is waiting to help her cross over because she fears it.  Please do some "fishing" while you are still on earth.  Fishing of all sorts.  For new friends, for a partner, for help with your books, for advice, for restfulness, for pleasure.   Don't just sit in your apartment like I did and then die.  The regrets I felt while I was dying were awful.  That is why I am getting to live out some of my regrets here in the beyond before I move on to higher destinations.  Your Dad would have moved on by now, but his mission is to remain until your mother passes.  At first, they may not go to the same areas, but she won't be alone. He will see to that. She will know who he is by his energy. 

Thank you for being my friend Diane.  You got me out of my house and told me I was a wonderful person, unlike what my mother said.  And I know I helped you as well.  I showed you a bit of "gutsiness."  You could use a dose of guts!  

Me:  Ha, true

Her:  I wish we would have had more time together.  We were a pretty good team.

Me:  Yes, we were, and maybe we still are.