“My niece is named Jenny. Her fiancée Bret died at the age of thirty-four of liver cancer. Jenny did not believe that he would die. How could that happen when he was a healthy young football coach? He didn’t smoke, drink and wasn’t reckless regarding his body. But it did happen—she was devastated and in shock about how could this be. Jenny needed to know and feel that he still existed. Jenny called late one night in such a stressful state not wanting to live anymore. She was sobbing because she needed some answers from him. I told her I had a friend that could talk to her dead fiancée and give her some information that might be helpful. I asked Jenny if she would like to talk to Vicky Lee. Her sobs subsisted, as she said yes.
Jenny and Vicky talked about an hour that night. Afterwards, Jenny called me and said that she felt much better. She was overwhelmed by the description Vicky gave of her slippers and nightgown that Bret loved. Even though Jenny asked Vicky if Brett loved her, Vicky interrupted her to say that Bret had a more pressing issue that he wanted to apologize for— he did not take care of the mortgage and finances around her car before he died. Vicky gave a physical description of both their cars and details about their debt. What she said was correct.
Before the conversation concluded, Vicky asked Jenny to request a “sign” from Bret— anything to prove to her that this psychic communication was real. Jenny didn’t know what kind of sign. So, Vicky said that Brett wanted to hand her a pink heart that said, “I love you.” This was odd, as Bret was not that kind of person. About three days later, around eleven o’clock at night, Jenny was sitting on her swing in front of her and Bret’s house thinking about Bret. As she gazed up at the bright stars a white balloon came over the house and landed in front on the grass. As Jenny bent over to pick it up she could see a big pink heart on it. Written inside the heart was, “I love you.” Apparently a neighboring elementary school had a fair earlier that day and this leftover balloon drifted over to her yard. For Jenny, this was evidence that he was still around her, helping her though this difficult time.
And for me, being Bret’s uncle, we had this secret joke about my license plate for years which his mother did not know the meaning of. The boys would call me, “Da Boto,” from the time they were very little. “Da Boto” was my license plate and it is the Filipino word for penis. We would laugh about it even then they grew up. About a month after this death, I was in Mexico laying on the beach thinking about Bret and all of a sudden a white balloon floated towards my wife. It landed on her lap for just a moment, then landed on my lap. To my surprise, it was a condom. I laughed so hard my gut hurt. At that moment I knew it was our beloved Bret sending us an outrageous message. This is so his humor. The work that Vicky did with Jenny and myself opened a door, which bridged two different dimensions. Thank you Vicky for your sensitivity, which goes beyond this time and space reality.”
Stanley Ibrao is a retired aerospace engineer from Hughes Aircraft. He now works as an energetic medicine practitioner, treating patients using sophisticated bio-feedback technology called the EPFX/SCIO (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxaayJDrm60).
