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I’ve mentioned my son, Jason, who died in 2013, here before. His younger brother, Colin and wife Lynn, recently purchased 280 plus acres of land with an off-grid home on it. There’s a lot of work involved - a first garden, an apple orchard that needs reviving, black walnut trees and an ancient, hollow Grandmother Black Walnut close to the house with whom I’ve been having conversations and making plans for a ceremony. Jason was an outdoor man, who loved hard work. He worked on an organic dairy farm from the time he was a teen and had a sustainable logging business that Colin helped with a couple of summers. Jason also was ‘motorhead’ - loved working on tractors, and all sorts of machines. Colin and I drove around the land last week, on the old logging roads that cross the land, in what is like a golf cart on steroids. There are so many biomes on the land and he wanted to show me the stand of huge hemlocks, and the largest violet patch I’d ever seen. We harvested some for medicine. While we were driving around, Colin told me how present Jason is. How he asks for Jason’s help when he isn’t sure what tree to remove or where to prune. And Jason is right there with directions. Jason is very present in my everyday as well. And I am so grateful that Jason’s youngest brother not only acknowledges his presence, but is involving him in his day to day life, and trusting the help and information Jason gives him. It would be the greatest gift if Jason was still here in the physical. But it is such a gift that he is still with us, and that my family is also aware.

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Susan, thank you for sharing Jason with us...he feels like a gift to us all. May I ask for his help with my son, a young farmer trying to find his place and his way? May we all have families who know we are still there after we pass. Sending you so much love and gratitude for this beautiful share.

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Absolutely! Jason struggled, which is why he became an addict. He died from an overdose. He has such an open and compassionate heart for all living beings. Tell him I sent you. 💜 If you’d like a picture of him, let me know. I don’t think I can attach one here but I can send it another way.

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do you have my email? I would be honored to have Jason's photo on my ancestor altar.

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I don't have your email. Here's mine: smeekerlowry@gmail.com.

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This is one of the great strengths of your work Perdita- busting wide open the definition of psychic, and teaching us that we all are. Thank you!

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My former father-in-law was an opinionated character. He didn't believe in any of that "psychic bullshit" (his words). However, he was a wildcatter, in charge of several oil wells. Sometimes, he would wake up during the middle of the night, alarmed, and leap out of bed, calling his hands to wake them and instruct them to drive immediately to site xyz, as it was about to blow (catch on fire). With proof he was always spot on. When I challenged him about this being his psychic abilities at their finest, he would say, "No, it was just a gut feeling." To me, that was like a policeman knowing when someone was lying or knowing where to look for the dead body. It was like my uncle (a doctor) knowing that my father (age 36) was dying BEFORE he died, and instructing the nurses to prep his patients for early surgery (3am) because he had to catch a plane to Arizona to help my mother. He was so certain of this that he instructed another nurse to book him on the 9 am flight out. Daddy died around 7am. I believe that people develop their psychic abilities where they are most needed.

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