I saw the Harmonicas

I am beginning to realize now that something will get my attention during a session, and it will be meaningful. Because I am logical and do not live in Rainbow Town on a unicron farm, I question everything. I was doing a session with Tara recently.
When I do phone sessions in my office, I look straight ahead at my computer screen, which is turned off, so I have no distractions. That and I often close my eyes so I can see the faded black and white movie better.
The other day, I was talking with Tara, whose dad had passed away, when we were almost finished, when he told me to look to my right. Which I did, not knowing why. My office has a lot of stuff in it. I have all kinds of stuff there. Books a slinky, a jack in the box, a speaker, a duck decoy & a toy Fire Truck, you get the picture. On the fire truck, I have two harmonicas that were props for a photograph I did; I don't play at all. They caught my eye and stuck out in this mess. As I was looking at it, I asked Tara if the harmonica meant anything, completely expecting a no. She said yes, and I was amazed. Just as she said that, her father pulled a harmonica out of his pocket; it was at that point that I realized he wanted me to see those harmonicas; it was a message from him.
I tell my clients not to say anything to any question except yes, no, maybe, and not to expand until I ask them if they have any questions. I continued to receive messages from dad, but at this point, we were finishing up. I asked her if she had any questions; honestly, I don't remember if she had any. I never remember much from a session unless something unusual happens, like this.
Once we were done, I asked her what the harmonica meant, as I was pretty sure he played it, but he did not play it during our session.
Her father did play it and played it very well, but that was meaningful to Tara because Dad taught his granddaughter, his daughter, how to play. Dad showing us this was very important to Tara, and Dad got his message through. I am glad that came through.
Always be hopeful, never hopeless. Always be optimistic, never pessimistic. Always believe in yourself and that there is much more to life than we see right in front of us.
Note;, as I am writing this, dad is with me playing the harmonica and smiling, he’s dancing, which tells me he most likely lost movement just before crossing over to begin his new life.

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