Investigative Medium - The Awakening
Laine Crosby
Language: English
Pages: 252
ISBN: 1940261007
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Investigative Medium- the Awakening has mystery, murder, suspense, and a passionately romantic love story set in a time that history forgot. This is the true story of a completely ordinary wife and mother, who woke up one morning suddenly psychic, and the journey she took to find herself again. Laine Crosby is a freelance writer who moved from Atlanta with her family to an eighteenth century Maryland plantation and life was never the same again. At first, Laine wasn't scared about being psychic, but she wasn't exactly thrilled about it either, when she woke up talking to the slaves buried in the cemetery she didn't know was in her backyard. Then, ghosts in her house became very active, and her entire family and even her dog became involved in the mayhem. Investigative Medium - the Awakening, examines Laine's awakening, acceptance, and surrender to her gift, and her journey along the way. Laine meets an unlikely friend, the spirit of Jannette, once nanny to the children on the plantation where she lives. Laine becomes Jannette's voice, bringing her back from the antebellum South to tell the incredible story of her life as a slave, and the romance she had with both the plantation owner and Bill, the handsome slave. Laine uses her skills as a medium to relay the stories of the slaves on the plantation, and the reader travels back in time to meet these slaves and hear their exact words, and experience their joys and sorrows. Laine finds similarities in her own life and Jannette's, and with Jannette's friendship, Laine begins her journey down a path of self discovery. Once Laine accepts her gift, it is her mother who, from beyond the grave, helps Laine find a way to surrender, and at long last give up on the life she dreamed of having, in order to have the life she was meant to live. Investigative Medium - the Awakening is first in the Investigative Medium series, a preface to future books about Laine's adventures with law enforcement, historians and archaeologists. It is a fast read and an uplifting and hopeful book for anyone who has lost a loved one. But, put on your seat belts; It's a thriller along the way!
but it was something I had to face. It was not going away. Chris and the kids left for the day, and I stepped into the shower. I sensed a presence and asked who it was. “It’s me, Jacob, from the other night. Remember?” “Yes I do, but I am in the shower—without clothes! This does not make me feel comfortable, Jacob.” “You can hear me better here.” Jacob replied. He was right; I don’t know if it had to do with the water, or that the shower has a calming effect that helps me alter my state of
storm in Atlanta, when the Atlanta Water Works exploded as a result of a gas leak, just an eighth of a mile from my home. I remember flying several inches off of the bed as the house shook and the pictures swayed. This crash had the same impact. We both ran to the kitchen, careful to watch for glass on the way, and arrived at the same time. Dumbstruck, we stood there in silence and looked at our beautiful new kitchen, with shiny white cabinets and clean dishes, exactly as they had been when we
I was glad Bill was there, but his mind seemed somewhere else. When I asked if he wanted a second cup of tea, he squirmed a little and said he wanted to ask me something. “Do you love me?” he asked. I kneeled down on the floor in front of his chair and I took his hand and said, “Of course I love you, Bill.” “Then why don’t you ever say it?” He paused and before I could speak he said, “I have made it clear how much I love you, but you never tell me.” I was scared of what would come next. I was
that evening, and it was dark as we headed home on the George Washington Memorial Parkway. The minivan was almost silent, as the kids had fallen asleep watching a movie. “Hi honey,” I heard in my mind. “Momma?” I said back without speaking aloud. Momma replied, “Honey, I have to go away for a little while. I don’t know how long, but I’ll be back soon. I love you.” “I love you too. I’ll see you soon!” I said as I noticed the clock said 6:37 p.m. I began to cry quietly. As if Chris heard my
is still the best horse ever. He was a brown stallion and he could move fast from a standstill. All I had to do was rein him with my knees, and he knew exactly what I wanted. You would call him a psychic horse. I was at the end of the drive when the lightening struck. It was loud and struck the tree next to me, and then it hit me. I was thrown from Trigger. Trigger probably got a good shock, but he was okay. He was badly startled and he ran back to the house. That’s how everyone knew something