In these blog posts, I share my personal perceptions and visions.
As a medium, I am able to pick up on the energy of deceased people so that they can communicate with me.
But not all want to communicate. Especially in cases of missing persons or murder, the energies are often difficult to grasp. As every medium knows: the more you know about a well-known case, the greater the risk of reading too much into the information and unconsciously filling in the gaps with your apparent knowledge.
At the same time, the energies in missing persons and murder cases are often difficult, as you have to deal with suffering, pain, and also the perception of the murderer. It is not easy to find genuine access here.
The information I would like to share here is my subjective impressions and feelings that I have received. I would like to emphasize that this is my personal opinion and not fact-based information. I could be wrong about everything. Or I could be right.
I have absolutely no personal connection to any of these cases and have not conducted any prior research. These insights are visions that I receive, and I would like to pass them on—as I said, I cannot guarantee their accuracy or truthfulness.
Please take it as it resonates with you—if you absolutely cannot agree with it, that is understandable.
Stacy was on her way to school.
She left her house, where she lived with her father and younger siblings, and headed for the bus stop. However, she was running late and didn’t make it to the bus in time.
She then continued on her way alone – until a car pulled up beside her.
The driver was a man who spoke to her in a friendly manner. He was driving a larger car, a van.
The two knew each other; Stacy called him “Mr. Watson.” The man offered to take her to school. Stacy accepted his offer and got into the car.
But after a short distance, Stacy realized that he was not taking her to school—he was driving in a different direction. When she confronted him, she panicked and tried to escape from the car, but the passenger door was already locked.
I would like to note that I had never read anything about the case before. What I am describing here was shown to me from the child’s perspective, and the vision broke off the moment she realized she couldn’t get out of the car.
Perhaps what I was shown is useful in some way. I wish that stories like this would never happen. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain that parents must suffer.
Accordingly, I do not want these blog posts to appear disrespectful or sensationalist in any way. But the dead and their stories have accompanied me throughout my life, so this is my honest try to give them back their voice. Sometimes it can be about nothing more than bringing a little light into the deepest darkness.
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