Geraldine treks across Europe and UK helping souls find their light.

When we met, it felt like we’d known each other forever. We shared experiences, insights, and laughs.

Then Geraldine changed topics and spoke about the near-death experience that came the day after her twentieth birthday amid the horrible swirl of melancholy that tried to steal her life.

After she shared her sacred experience, I saw a stroke of realization and surprise sweep across her face. She said, “I’ve never told that to anyone before, except my mother.”

Chills ran up my spine as words from another realm queued in my head. I hesitated, but I couldn’t not tell her, even though we’d just met.

“The reason for our visit,” I said, with a newfound confidence that had come with the words, “is for me to tell you it’s time for you to start sharing your near-death experience with others. That’s the path to where you want to be.”

The message settled on her like an ancient memory. I saw her countenance change in a moment. She knew.

“I am so grateful for our call,” she wrote later. “I just spoke to my mum, and she told me something I’d forgotten. As I’d shared it with her when it happened, I’d seen my grandfather turning the pages of a book. He told me I still had things to write. I’d forgotten about that. If not for our chat, I would never have asked Mum, and she wouldn’t have shared this with me.”

We’re all here to help one another remember.

Keep experiencing. Keep sharing. Keep writing your pages.