This person, had felt betrayed by someone, for a "lie" told to them, during a vulnerable time. The "lie" was meant to be fantasy for enjoyment...sort of like the tooth fairy or the Easter Bunny. When the "lie" was revealed, it left a lasting mark and an anger that just didn't quite ever heal. The "lie" was revealed through a written story trying to explain the deception, and the reason for it. The story was written with great love and labor, but it just never was appreciated for what it was. The feelings of hurt and betrayal ran too deep. The betrayal was from father to daughter during an impressionable age.
So against this backdrop, I receive a message from this woman's father. This is the direct message I was to give to her, which I did (OK, I changed a few things here to protect identities):
"EARLY this morning, I felt your dad...with a msg for you...so here it is as best as I understand it.
"I'm so so very sorry that the story I wrote for you made you angry and came to represent the time of betrayal or the time of shattered illusions. It hurts that I was part of creating a lasting painful memory of this time. I wish for you to have the magic back. I carried such a burden in my heart that you were being made fun of at school because none of the other kids believed and you firmly defended the reality to them with such certainty because your Daddy told you that it was real and Daddy's don't lie. That meant I had to shatter your faith in both the fantasy and in Daddy's, or pay a higher price later in lost trust in Daddy's. I thought you would grow into gradual, painless disbelief and because you trusted me so much, that didn't happen. It was such a burden on my heart that I created the story. We had stories between us, you and I...the "Sam" stories. I thought it would soften the blow. I researched the myth so you could understand that it wasn't an intentional deceit but a tradition. I know it hurt you and it still bothers me. It is my hope for you that at this time and moving foward, you can remember the story with a new heart. It is my heart's hope that you can see this as the time you rediscovered the depth of your Daddy's love and see the story as a heartfelt gift, a token of apology for unintentionally having to break your heart. You are so very precious to me. 'Dead bird and lime sucker hugs'." (last line would mean something between them).
I'm crying with HIS tears right now, so I think I got the basic gist."
By the way...that is something that happens often when I receive a message from someone; their emotion flows through me and I may cry or feel pain or feel love, whatever the spirit is feeling. It feels weird because while I may cry or feel sad, I also feel separate from it, like it is happening in third person...flowing through me, but I'm not attached to it. And it leaves quickly.
I'm also realizing I may have written about this before...but I'm old and it's hard to keep my stories in a row. Forgive me if I already wrote about this.
Anyway, if you missed it the first time, I gave the message, and the woman got mad all over again. It reopened the old wound. And I sort of got the brunt of it. Blah bla bla about betrayal and lies, and "why didn't he contact ME instead of YOU?". It just didn't go well. In fact afterwards I sort of looked sideways, as if to reconnect with her Dad and said "Gee, THAT went well....NOT". After a time, he came through with another message for her. I don't even recall what it was now. But I said "OH NO, not again. You SAW how that went last time! No, you figure this one out yourself. She's savvy. YOU go contact her with your message yourself! Visit her in a dream. Do what you must. But no." In retrospect, I believe he was one of my teachers, to show me that I can set boundaries with spirits, just like I need to with solid people. It is OK to say no. It is OK, to not have to please every being by doing favors.
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