Meet Barbara Gail

“Gifted children illuminate the path for others. Like all of us, they are housing a soul needing protection and guidance. They have memories of past lives and see what physical sight cannot. Their presence may initiate your awakening through their high-frequency vibration. Allow your inner child to reawaken tolove.

If you pay attention, these precious souls will explain the universe’s secrets and more. Do not fear theunknown.”

—BarbaraGail

One of my terrors as a child was to be buried alive. I was scared that someone with authority would put me in the ground, thinking I was dead. Or throw me into an incinerator while I felt my flesh melt away! Horrible nightmares, screaming for help, plagued me. Night after night, I would come face to face with the departed as they desperately sought my acknowledgment. I did not want to die and be unseen and unheard like them!

Later, I realized the deceased souls only wanted me to deliver messages to loved ones. They were not suffering! Since I had not fully remembered the Realms of Light, my interpretation of their presence was immature. I began refining my spiritual abilities and released my fears and nightmares about death. Merging the physical and non-physical realms became enormously gratifying, providing comfort and peace for me and everyone who received messages from the Light.

Beginning my life in an abusive home was a painful challenge. But the Light gave me refuge, or I never would have survived. My soul’s purpose was facilitating communication with those who crossed over. Giving this gift helped many to heal and love unconditionally. Ensuring a continued connection with the Afterlife brings peace to you and your loved ones. Aside from messaging with the deceased, comatose patients impressively express their wishes.

Recently, I received an emergency call from a woman whose mother had been unconscious for a week. Carrie said, “Mom is hanging onto life with no hope.” Everyone agonized over the older woman’s plight. She wanted to know if I could communicate with Mom and identify how to help. I had a personal appointment that afternoon, but I made time to accommodate their needs. I understood Carrie’s pain and wanted to be present for her.

In communicating with the mother, I relayed messages to her sweet daughter. I always expect the unexpected when hearing from someone who has passed into the Light. While Carrie’s mom continued to convey her wishes telepathically, she suddenly asked not to be touched on her head, stating it was physically uncomfortable. I was exquisitely sensitive during the communication and immediately told her daughter about this. Carrie quickly exclaimed: “I just now put my hand on Mom’s forehead to stroke her! Oh my God! I didn’t know!”

I continued giving messages, committed to accurately repeating her mother’s last desires. Abruptly, her mom directed her attention to me: “Dear, thank you so much for taking all this time for me, but don’t you have to get going?” My eyes were closed, and the hour had passed swiftly. I asked Carrie for the time and found I had only twenty minutes to get to my annual eye checkup. Concluding with a prayer, I thanked everyone for a loving, informative interaction.

Carrie’s text about her mother’s passing came quickly.“Thank You!!!” Her mother finished what she needed to say and was free to leave the burden of her physical body to embrace the love in the Light. From the very beginning of life, individuals express consciousness verbally and non-verbally. While words have tremendous power, so does a smile, a grimace, or apathy. Every second, the energy you put into the world, from your first and last cry or laugh, affects others.

Speaking of the beginning of life, were you told of the first words you spoke? Hopefully, someone repeated them with a surge of love and excitement. Mother said my first communication attempt was “Baba lala Dada” (Barbara loves Daddy.) From the beginning, Dad’s loving kindness was evident. Infants intuitively feel the meaning of their environment. Later, humans try to shield themselves from disappointment and ignore or misread another’s intentions. Even one’s own feelings go ignored very often.

As a spiritually gifted and inquisitive child, I asked,whynot? Visitations from the Light and telepathic conversations with God, Christ, and departed loved ones provided continuous reasons to stretch the boundaries of what I heard from adults. I could not understand why nobody was interested in my topics or learning about extraterrestrial life. While others sought constant arguments, my preference, like my dad’s, was peace.

When I was about ten years old, Grandma Fannie shared a photo album containing pictures of relatives who perished in the Holocaust. Looking intently but not allowed to touch, I telepathically received identifying information from the Light with details and names. Grandma quickly transitioned from melancholy to fury: “You can’t know this!” Unaware of her fear-driven anger, I fled the room, hearing the book slammed shut.

What an unexplainable enigma to my family!Why did I have a cross+covering half my abdomen? The birthmark’s significance and questioning Christ’s importance were central to my pleas for understanding. Feeling a threat to her Judaism, Mother made hurtful remarks and walked away, throwing up her hands. Dad said I could talk about worse things, so let me be. Bless the peacemakers!

Many have shared childhood psychic awareness and sightings, saying adults dismissed them as storytelling or nonsense. Children are not so complex that they fabricate otherworldly phenomena. They are unabashedly transparent, given the opportunity. Adults, listen to your young ones. If they saw a bright white light, they saw a bright white light. Ask them how they feel and tell them you always want to hear them. Maybe you will recall your childhood unseen friends.

In my twenties, I finally found a gifted astrologer and mystic who explained the birthmark. Hearing raves about her, I scheduled an appointment at Caroline’s gorgeous downtown Chicago office. As I introduced myself to the receptionist, Caroline entered through another door. Strangely, she appeared to be looking past me or at my side. Instead of a gree