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Anne was a woman in her mid-40s who ran her own little florist’s business. She loved the work, because it allowed her to express her creativity and she got to spend her days surrounded by the beautiful colours and scents of flowers, but most weeks she only just scraped by and sometimes she had trouble finding the rent. Here’s a story she told me about her visit from an angel.

It was the day before Mother’s Day and I had done a roaring trade for a change, as dozens of customers ordered hand-tied bouquets to be delivered to their mums. At six o’clock, I closed the shop, put all the takings into a canvas bag and walked out to my car to take the money to the bank. They had a late-night deposit slot where I could put it in, ready to be counted the next day. I threw the canvas bag onto the floor on the passenger side of the car, where it was clearly visible, and set off through the rush-hour traffic.

I was just coming up to a set of traffic lights when I felt my skin pricking all over and heard my mother’s voice in my head. ‘Lock the doors! Lock the doors!’ it said.

Without thinking, I pressed the central locking knob and there was a click. Seconds later a motorcyclist in a blue helmet with a black visor yanked at the handle of the passenger door and rattled it angrily. When it wouldn’t open, he pounded on the window so hard I was sure he was going to break the glass. Fortunately the lights changed at that point and I put my foot down and drove off as fast as I could to the bank, looking anxiously in the mirror in case I was being followed. When I got to the deposit slot, I drove round several times to make sure the motorcyclist hadn’t come after me before I dared to get out of the car.

I was very shaken. If the takings from the shop had been stolen by that motorcyclist my business would probably have gone bust. I needed the Mother’s Day income to make up for lean periods in the rest of the year. I’m convinced it was my mother’s voice that had made me lock the door, but it was two years since my mum had died so how was that possible?

Anne came to see me for a reading and I explained to her that the incident had happened so that she could learn that her mother is still taking care of her. She said she couldn’t believe that the voice was quite so clear, almost as though her mum was sitting in the passenger seat of the car. She told me that from now on she is always going to lock the car doors when she drives her takings to the bank.

Of course, not all bad things can be prevented. The reason that theft was prevented is because it wasn’t part of Anne’s life plan for her business to go bust. I still see her now and her business is ticking over—not making a fortune but bringing a lot of happiness to her and to all the people who receive her beautiful creations as gifts.

If you hear a loved one’s voice in your head, you may question whether it is real or just your imagination, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish, but the key question to ask is whether you were thinking about that person, or something to do with them, at the time. If you weren’t, and the voice just came out of nowhere, it is likely to be a message from the spirit world.