Last week, I had the honor of visiting with two sisters who were hoping to contact their mother who had passed suddenly and unexpectedly several days earlier. I was a little reluctant to meet with them. New arrivals on the other side rarely are able to communicate easily. It is like a newborn trying to engage in a conversation a week after birth. Luckily, the mother had been interested in the esoteric arts and was aware of the nature of passing being akin to that of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, rather than some sort of ending. The woman kindly gave me enough specific information to share with her daughters to comfort them by knowing that she was still alive and that only her form had changed. It is best when all are blessed. Namaste!