In addition to being a psychic-medium, I’m also a pharmacist. I was working for an independent pharmacy for many years before I had this encounter there.
As I moved through the back room and walked around a corner, there stood the spirit of a young boy between 10-12 years old. Judging by his clothing, he was from 1890-1910. He looked as surprised to be seen as I was that he was there. Before I had a chance to communicate with him, he shot through the wall to the adjoining business.
Curious as to his identity, I meditated when I arrived home. In my head I asked his for name and I heard “Johnny.” Next I asked where he lived and was shown an old farmhouse up the street from the pharmacy. (I later googled the address of the farmhouse. It was built in 1842, so it could have been his home). Lastly, I asked how he passed and was shown the train tracks across from the pharmacy.
A feeling of intense sadness welled up inside of me at the thought of Johnny’s spirit wandering around for over a century. I believe the land where the pharmacy and other businesses are were part of his family’s farm and that he roamed over this familiar place since he died. I asked my guides to seek him out and tell him I could cross him over when he was ready.
The following week I was again in the back room and felt that I was being watched. When I turned around, Johnny was there looking at me from around a corner. I asked him if he was ready to cross over and see his parents. He said he was and that he was happy he had finally been seen. Johnny looked a bit nervous, to assuage this I had my grandfather (who is one of my guides) accompany him. His anxiety seemed to lessen when he realized he would not be alone on the journey.
I went into a meditative state and asked for the light to come. When it did, Johnny was illuminated in its loving warmth. My grandfather held his hand and they walked together until I could no longer see them.
Grandpa returned a few minutes later. He said Johnny’s parents were there waiting for him. He showed me Johnny in his mother’s embrace, her face full of love for her son. I still tear up seeing him in his mother’s arms.
Johnny was home.
Lisa Adornato, Psychic-Medium 