December 18, 2024
I just had a really cool session with Paula, and I wanted to document it. I already asked her, and she said I could.
When we got on the phone, she said, “Hey Kat, there’s this hairdresser I used to go to. I went to check on her, and I’m seeing a lot of R.I.P.’s for her. Does she need to be crossed over? What’s going on? I just want to check.”
So we asked if her soul’s consent and team allowed us, please show us. And right away I got that Paula had already crossed her over. I told her, “Paula, I think you already did it.” She said, “Well, I’ve been thinking about her a lot…” and I was like, “Alright, okay, let’s go look.”
To fact-check, I had Paula say, “If it’s in our highest good, soul’s consent, and her team allows, please take us to the moment where I crossed her over.” And we went right in.
The place felt strange—like a tall wall on my left, slanted roof, vaulted ceilings, all wood and glass. Kind of like the front office of a church camp or college. Paula didn’t recognize it either. It didn’t feel like the woman’s actual place. More like a waiting room.
I told Paula, “I think you brought her here as a waiting room until you talked to me.” Then I saw myself in third person walking in, so I merged in with that version of me, greeted the woman, and started talking with her.
I felt like she wanted a life review. I’d never done that before, but figured—why not? She could have whatever she needed. So I set her up like a concierge: “In this room, here’s the remote—you can rewind, fast forward, pause, whatever you need. Here’s tissues, here’s water. Take as long as you want, you’ve got all the time in the world. When you’re done, knock and we’ll come get you.”
We left, then skipped forward to the moment when she finished. She came out, and I told Paula, “I think she’s gonna want a hug.” The woman looked at me and said, “Who are you talking to?” I said, “Oh, Paula.” So Paula gave her a hug. She had her review, and then she figured out the next step herself—because she was just gone.
Back in the now moment, Paula asked, “I can’t find how she died. Are we allowed to look at that?” We asked, “If it’s in her highest good, soul’s consent and her team allows, please show us her death.”
I ended up in a bathroom. It was cold, gray, depressing. Pain in the back of her head and down her spine. Felt like she slipped and fell. I asked Paula if she lived alone—she said yes, and that she’d been really depressed after her sister died. Paula asked, “Kat, did she do it to herself?” and I said, “No, absolutely not. This feels like an accident. A slip and fall.”
It was sad, not a happy time. I wondered about her life review—like Scrooge in A Christmas Carol, seeing what could’ve been. So I asked if she wanted any healings or workings we could offer. Even if someone has passed, healings can ease their transition. She accepted.
As soon as she did, everything shifted—the gray turned into warm, golden sunlight. I told Paula, “This is really strange, it feels like everything’s changing.” Then I added a little “button” showing her future timelines, the ones she could have had if she’d healed things earlier. She watched it.
I told Paula, “Maybe that’s why she needed the life review with us.” It felt like she moved into a different dimension, like a Mandela Effect moment. Paula said, “Kat, I can’t find a single article about her death. Nothing. Just the RIP posts on her Facebook.”
I said, “Well, shit. I guess I need to document this. Maybe when she accepted that healing at her time of death, she didn’t die anymore. That’s Mandela Effect stuff—we rewrite things, in the highest good, when the soul wants it. We don’t have the exact facts, so this is just documenting what happened. If we discover more, we’ll let you know.”
So yeah—that’s what happened. Okay, bye.
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