The Sessions
Dear Cameron,
Thank you so much for yesterdays reading. I can't believe how right on you were about Edwards personaility. I knew if there was a way Ed would find to reach me he would because his love was strong and true, and he was nothing if not tenacious. I don't expect to be less sadder but I hope to feel less guilty. You clearly identified Edward by saying his name and you nailed the letter he left as well as to the contents of it, knowing I found it after he died. It was a love letter telling me how much I meant to him. When you got on your knees in front of me, I literally saw him there. It's what he did when he talked to calm me, incredible! This was very private and not even my daughter, whom I share everything with, knew that. Shaking your hand is something he would have definitely done; he was a gentleman and a wonderfully incredible romantic, which you also picked up on. His mother and his questionable parentage are also something no one else would have known. This world of his was a whole country away in France. This brings me to something I thought about later; you kept saying "Marie." I believe what you heard was "Meme", the french word for "Grandmother", which you could not have known, even though there is no language barrier where he is. He still would have used the french term to let me know; she was everything to him. Knowing he had a smooth transition, knowing his spirit guides were there means a lot to me, he is being taken care of and has the warm light of love which was so important to him. As to the trees, rocks, and Indians, I am going home on Monday (Northern Ontario). I know you saw this for my daughter, but I can't help but think our energies crossed somehow, due to her being present during the reading. I am a veracious reader; the last five books I read took place near my homeland and involved the Ojibwe Indians who predominate my home town. I believe as you do that they have a better grasp on the spirit world and love the aspect of giving every living thing a spirit. The receding glaciers left huge rock formations and I will climb them as I did in my youth; I find peace there with my rocks, lakes, and trees. Even as a child, it's where I escaped. My mom would know where I was; By the way, it is the end of the Queens Highway which is why you saw so many trees; it is bush country. Perhaps it means Ed is going with me; he always wanted to.
Anyway, I wanted to thank you and please document this in case someone else needs to know how authentic you are.
Blessed Be, Suzanne Rogers 05/09/2008
