An unexpected reconnection with our long since passed unborn babies recirculates regularly through my previously doubtful mind. Doubt is easy, believing is hard. This is not intended to convince, only to share.
It was a months-ago visit to a “group reading” given by NY Times Best Selling Author and Certified Psychic Medium Laura Lynne Jackson that brought this experience. My wife, Carrie, and I had purchased tickets mostly out of curiosity and entertainment value.
For concise background, twenty years ago, Carrie and I battled together through an incredibly challenging pregnancy. We received numerous shocking diagnoses, encountered missteps by doctors, found medical heroes, and were forced to make sobering decisions. Initially carrying quadruplets – two pairs of identical twins – we navigated an arduous and winding road to having our wonderful daughter Maddie. She started life at 2 pounds, 5 ounces and is now an amazing woman, a freshman in college.
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At the recent group reading, Laura Lynne began by explaining her process to about seventy of us, closely seated in semi-circled rows of folding chairs inside a room smaller than a squash court. She reminded us that not everyone should expect a reading and then began working her way around the space, connecting people with loved ones on the “other side.” The details of most readings appeared to be incredibly accurate, based on the responses and often raw emotions exhibited by those being read. It was intriguing, but still mostly entertainment for me.
My faint hope that she might attempt a reading with us faded as the clock ran past the event’s stated two-hour timeframe. It was then that she turned to my father in-law. Carrie’s parents had joined us last minute with tickets purchased in my name. Laura Lynne clearly and correctly named multiple family members and identified painful memories and strained relationships, much to the shock of my logic-driven father in-law.
Then she pointed my way and asked about an “El” name, describing a very close motherly figure who’d long since crossed over. My grandmother Elsie had lived with us for my pre-teenage years and was very much a close maternal influence in my youth. Not much earlier that evening on the drive over to the event and in the privacy of my own mind, I had taken a shot – asking silently for my grandma to come through. I hadn’t even considered there would be any way to connect with our unborn babies. It was what Laura Lynne discussed next that snapped my emotions in half.
Pointing towards Carrie and me together, she identified “two points of light.” A “point of light” is the soul of an unborn or very young baby who has passed-on, as she had explained during earlier readings. My heart swelled on hearing her comment. Close enough, I thought, as we had lost three unborn babies. But she wasn’t done yet. Laura Lynne continued on to identify that Maddie’s younger brother – we had not disclosed to her the existence of any children at all – is the returned shining soul of the third light. Carrie and I both broke into tears, unable to speak. Our emotional outburst was enough to confirm our story to others in the room.
Laura Lynne had one final message of extreme importance. She informed us that she was being told the time has come to let go the pain from our difficult decision. At that moment, my abdomen cramped tightly, and tears poured from my eyes. My lungs refused the air necessary to respond with any spoken word. You see, an aged but still open and raw emotional wound for both Carrie and for me stems from one tortured decision during that time – to reduce the complex pregnancy from multiples to one fetus.
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For fair disclosure, I have no way of knowing the whole event was not simply a ruse to convince me of an existence beyond death. Furthermore, I have no way of knowing if Laura Lynne conducted any prior research – after all, I published a book about our experiences with the pregnancy. However, the effort and cost of hiring actors, reading my book, and researching deep into my limited social media all just to fool this skeptic and earn the meager sum from a few event ticket purchases seems even more fantastical than imagining perhaps there exists a universe greater than my mind’s capabilities.
I have always been fascinated by truth versus fiction and the dramatic difference in the reaction of a story’s recipient when “Is that for real?” is answered with the two different potential responses. If I were to admit to you right now that this entire story was a fabrication, your shoulders may slump, head tilt diagonally and mouth squish. Your mind would be relieved of the effort to understand something beyond the tangible, but your soul may be secretly disappointed. Too bad. My story is true.
In the 2019 book Having Maddie, I told the story of our emotionally and physically challenging pregnancy from twenty years ago. After publishing, I was astounded as countless family members and friends reached out to share their own stories of struggle, to which I had been oblivious before. It turns out everyone has hardships and battle scars, but these can also be the source of new personal connections. Having now sat with Laura Lynne, I find there may be an entirely other set of connections we’d thought we lost, but just may have trouble communicating with.
You can learn more about Laura Lynne’s story and certifications on her website, through her two books, The Light Between Us and Signs, and you can search Google or YouTube for countless personal stories that are similar to ours.
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