Lilly Dale The Trilogy: Patricia, Jen, & Jena

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Lilly Dale The Trilogy: Patricia, Jen, & Jena

If you take anything away from this piece, let it be known that one can make friends with others on the other side now and that such friendships can last a lifetime and beyond.

Although my story begins thirteen years ago, the events that lead to such moment actually took place twelve years prior to that. It was in 1986 that I was a sophomore in high school. I was sixteen and felt invincible as many teenagers do at that age. I played football, worked out every day, and took good care of myself. One day while arriving at school, I noticed everyone around me crying. Students, teachers, guidance counselors, even the principle had tears in his eyes. It was later that I learned two girls who I didn’t know had died in a motor vehicle accident the day before while driving home from school. It was then that I realized I wasn’t as invincible as I had originally thought thus my spiritual virginity was taken away.

From that day forward, despite the fact that I didn’t know either girl, for whatever reason, I began talking to them, praying for them, and keeping their memory in my heart. Although I attended the service held for them at our high school, I did not attend their funeral (they were buried together) therefore I did not know where to pay homage to them if I wanted too.

As the years passed, I would let both Jen and Jena know I was thinking about them. Now looking back in hindsight, I understand how they very well may have assisted me in guiding me through and around the rough waters of my life.

On Christmas Eve, 1998, while at work, I suddenly had the incredible urge to leave work and go back to my old high school to give money to the school in their names. I felt that so much time had passed since they both moved on and despite my conversations with them, I knew that words were cheap and that actions speak louder than words thus the idea of paying homage to them by putting my money where my mouth was and donate some money in their names would be the thing to do.

Once work let out, I cashed my paycheck and went directly to Laurel, Maryland to follow through with this intense impulse. Driving from Largo, Maryland to Laurel, Maryland in rush hour traffic took some time and by the time I had gotten close to my destination, the moon was already upon me. As I drove, I remembered a small cemetery close to my old high school and with that thought came the idea that it might be possible that both Jen and Jena’s bodies were buried there.
Pulling into the small cemetery under a clear winter night sky, I had another thought, that being, if this place of rest was not the place where both girls had been buried, maybe I could find someone there that passed around the same year, was female, and passed away around the same age whom could then represent both Jen and Jena thus giving me a place to pay my respects when ever I wanted. With that, my heart beat faster as I drove down the small road before me. As I came to the third tree via the direction I was coming, I put my foot down suddenly, stopping my car. To this day, I am unsure if it was really me that slammed on the breaks or something/someone else but to this day I have no regrets. You see, as I stepped out of my car into the crisp night air, I found myself drawn to one particular place and there, surrounded by patches of white snow, I came across the grave of a young lady. Patricia passed at the age of 18, moving on from this world in 1988. I felt compelled to speak to her as well as Jen and Jena so in the cold night air under a brilliant moon, I explained to Patricia why I was there. I informed her of both Jen and Jena, why I had come, and how I would hope it would be ok with all three that should I visit Patricia again, I would also being doing so to visit both Jen and Jena. I explained to Patricia that she in this unique spiritual way would in many ways represent both girls and because of this, I would leave that night, to go to the high school and not only donate money in both Jen and Jena’s names, but in Patricia’s name as well. With that, I blew a kiss into the air and headed towards my original destination.

Of course, by the time I arrived, the school was closed, in fact it had been closed for some time for the holidays but being a Catholic school, this would mean that there would be a church nearby. Seeing that services were beginning to take shape across the street, I ran over to the front door where I found a Priest standing in-between the night air and the cozy warmth of the church, holding the door open for those coming to mass. I briefly explained who I was after walking up to him then handed him $75.00 cash, explaining to him that I was donating such money in Jen, Jena, and Patricia’s names and asked the good Father to put the money to good use. I then left and went home.

As days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years, I found myself often visiting Patricia, Jen, and Jena, in Laurel. With that said, you can imagine how many conversations we had, I had with them, over this amount of time so when the idea came to go to Lilly Dale, I thought it might be nice to give the girls a chance to talk to me for a change.

The first time I visited Lilly Dale was the first time I met the psychic Patricia. While with the psychic Patricia, I was able to speak to my Patricia and it was then that I learned the psychic Patricia was having problems understanding what my Patricia was trying to convey. It was then that I learned that my Patricia rather show me what it was she wanted to tell me instead of using words to express herself. With that said, the psychic Patricia drew close to me with paper and pen. She then began to draw squiggly lines from one side of the paper and stopped in the middle. The psychic Patricia then began drawing similar lines from the other side of the page to the center of the paper, connecting the two. The psychic Patricia’s hand began to take on a life of its own, drawing all over the page from the point she joined both squiggly lines earlier and then suddenly stopped. She then turned the paper over and showed me amongst the many movements drawn with her pen, a beautiful heart. It was then that the psychic Patricia explained to me that the first squiggly line she drew was to represent my Patricia and the second squiggly line was to represent me. The psychic went on to say that what both lines represent was that both my Patricia and I lived similar lives up to the point of turning 18. The rest of what was drawn indicated that there is a wonderful love my Patricia has for me.

As for Jen and Jena, it wasn’t until a later date that I spoke to the psychic Patricia about both girls. When I did I learned that both are doing well and that all is good between both them and I. What was very compelling was that the psychic was right on regarding how both of them passed on; giving me details only I would know. Although I won’t discuss with you the trauma that took place regarding both girls, I can assure you that what was told me was very well explained.

As I have suggested to you in the recent past, go to the Lilly Dale webpage and research what they are all about. Open your mind to the reality that there is more to this life than what we see and know that loved ones are always all around us. Finally, consider making friends with someone who has passed on that you, in this life, never knew. If you feel somewhat uncomfortable with the idea, ask that the angels always keep an eye on you before following through with making the connection. We have to remember that despite any positive impact we may make in this world, we are often forgotten once we move on. Making friends with someone who has already moved on, I believe can only strengthen a positive relationship for both of you, in this life and the next.

Blessed Be-