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It all began when I was 6 or 7 years old. I lived on a tiny whimsical island in the magical archipelago of the Azores in the middle of the Atlantic ocean in a little town where everyone new everyone. When someone passed away the church bells would ring – 2 times for a woman, 3 times for a man. Every time those bells rang, my curiosity got the best of me. Who died? Where? How? Can I see the deceased? It was common in those times to hold an open casket wake at the home of the deceased for the following 24 hours after they passed. I would tell my mother that I was going to visit, and she had no qualms with this.  I started spending time at these wakes with the deceased. Oddly enough, for being a child, I was not afraid in the slightest, I knew their spirit was still with us, someway or somehow. I was about 8 years old the first time I was visited by my deceased uncle. It was late in the night, I first heard knocking on the window. I got up to investigate, and there he was, illuminated, looking at me with a smile on his face. Being able to see his contentment in the spiritual world caused me to feel great peace with his passing. Since that moment, I discovered I had a true gift. One that brought me solace as I lost several loved one thereafter. I realized I could also bring healing and peace to others who have experienced the same losses as mine. Now, I have helped hundreds of people, the peace I see in them after they have reconciled their grief makes everything I do worth it! I am so blessed and for that I am eternally grateful. I am so looking forward to connecting with you.

 

Blessings,

Maria Melo