Meeting my dear friend Sophy Burnham

During my encounter with Spirit of Compassion, I asked him what it was like to be ‘dead’ or have transitioned into a higher spiritual dimension; to be a "Spirit" like him. He asked if I had ever done a future-life-progression, which I hadn’t heard of, so I asked him if he’d ever done one. He thought that was funny. 

He told me that when I go to live with my Grandmother in her house in the Midwest, I should read my friend Sophy’s book (Sophy Burnham), The Book on Angels. And in her chapter in which she describes her experience with a Past Life Regression she also experiences what he called a “Future Life Progression.” He said this is the best written example of what it is like to be Spirit.

Again, I was confused. Go live with my Grandmother? In the Midwest? We moved to California when I was a baby and I had lived there ever since. I had had dalliances living in New York and Europe but had never considered moving to the Midwest. I was a SoCal girl and though the Midwest is beautiful and has many bodies of water with lovely beaches I knew in my heart I never wanted to live far from an Ocean, especially the Pacific Ocean. The majesty of the waves, the feel of the sand, the sunset walks on the beach and joy filled peace of the meditative practice of surfing were deeply etched on my soul.

Also, I didn’t have any friends named Sophy, I didn’t even think I knew anyone named Sophy.

And yet Spirit insisted I had a friend named Sophy who would help guide me as I embraced more fully the spiritual path. He even went into detail telling me exactly where to find the book in my Grandmother’s house and on what page to start reading. 

As with most of my highly spiritual encounters I forget until it is time to remember. This is so frustrating, to have specific events prophesied to you but not being allowed to remember because we have free will and all prophecies are potentials. We choose where we place our feet on the path and we choose our mindset and ability to connect the spirit, mind and body. All potentials depend on the sincerity of your heart and action.

Again this took place in 2020 and the Pandemic was also foretold to me. At the time I didn’t fully believe that such a thing could take place in the modern world or that it would last so long. I was excited about my new job and focused on working towards my nursing degree that I didn’t see myself moving to the Midwest to live with my Grandma. And then the world shut down. Not only did I no longer have access to the classes I needed to complete my degree but I also lost my job because the family I worked for went into isolation. And then my Grandfather was hospitalized and eventually placed in a home for Veteran’s with Dementia and my Grandmother was alone. My Midwest family is very attentive and my Grandmother a very active and healthy 90 year old, we all knew it would be best if someone lived with her full time.

I hemmed and hawed for months, finishing up the few classes I was able to take towards my degree and truly hoping that the chaos would let up enough for me to go back to the new job I had started just prior to the pandemic and loved. But I felt pulled to go be with my Grandmother. As summer turned to autumn I knew it was time, I could ignore the pull anymore, it was starting to make me anxious. I didn’t want to risk flying and no longer had a car due to the car accident earlier that year, and with the Pandemic going on I didn’t feel I needed to buy one until now. So I researched best small SUVs that can handle extreme weather and got myself a brand new Toyota with an excellent maintenance plan, pack up my stuff and drove across the country.

I only planned to be there for a month but ended up staying 4 months. My Grandparents’ house was a lovely lake home in a small town. I enjoyed watching the autumn colors fall and melt and freeze into winter. The lake was a constant comfort. My Grandmother and I would just gaze at it for hours drinking tea and giggling over stories and games while we drank tea and ate ice cream. One day, I was in the middle bedroom tidying up and helping my grandmother go through some things when a book on the little book shelf next to the bed caught my eye. A pink copy of the Book on Angels. I pulled it off the shelf and gazed at the beautiful cover. Something felt so familiar about it. I asked my Grandmother about it. She said she had received it as a gift years before from a friend. She had glanced through it but had never read it fully and therefore held on to it in hopes of someday making time to read it. I put it back and continued helping my Grandmother with chores. Later that night while trying to settle down and get ready for bed, i found myself again standing in the middle bedroom with the book in my hands. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day so I took it with me to my bedroom and began to read.

I stayed up all night devouring the book. I started from the beginning but the page # (different in each edition, her newest edition includes a pre-word to this chapter with my story included) Spirit had told me kept jumping into my mind so I jumped ahead to it.

My mind was flooded with memories from my conversation with Spirit but I still could barely make sense of it all. The resurfacing of the events was like a cold plunge into the consciousness of my spirit. It’s so crazy because these memories keep being triggered at different times. 

Resurfacing memories:

After my interview for the Nanny position and initial encounter with Spirit of Compassion I was told I would be made to forget for my own safety. That as soon as I fell asleep I would no longer remember so that my body could reset from the awesomely magnificent and overwhelming encounter. Even as Kate brought me into the kitchen to relax and drink water right after the encounter in which she was audience and witness to, I began to forget. I was so shaken I felt myself passing out and struggled to remain conscious long enough to stop shaking and gather my energy and wits about me enough to drive home.

Sitting in the kitchen that fateful day at the Hudson residence, people bustled around me excitedly thrilled by the events that had just taken place in which I unwittingly validated the existence of Spirit of Compassion who accompanied the Medical Medium and taught him and guided him to help heal others through the healing power of plants and spirituality. They were so excited they forgot to get me the water they had offered me. They circled around me in small clusters, no one really talking to me but all glancing in my direction in amazement. I tried not to slump in the chair and lay my head on the cool polished marble of the counter. 

Kate’s brother Oliver stood a little off to the side of all the others, leaning on a counter adjacent to the island counter I sat at and stared at me with arms crossed over his chest. “How long have you known Tony?” he demanded. I looked at him confused, “who is Tony?” I asked. His gaze lost some of its scrutiny and he responded, “the Medical Medium.” Again feeling slow it took me a minute to put it together. “Oh the guy you did the podcast with and were having the wrap party for? I’ve never met him before or even heard of him until today.” He didn’t seem convinced and continued to grill me, “but you knew so much about him, and the show you put on, saying the same things at the same time and describing Spirit of Compassion was unbelievable. Are you sure you’re not playing a joke on me?”

Taken aback I felt tears stinging my eyes as I croaked out through gritted teeth holding back a sob, “I don’t know him, I’ve never met him before. Trust me I’m as surprised as you and I’m exhausted and I just want to go home and cry!” I must have said it with more emphasis and been louder than I intended because Kate was instantly at my side again and scolding her brother, “leave her alone, we all saw what happened. You remember what it was like for me when I was a a kid before I learned how to turn it off. Be nice and give her some space. No more questions!” I smiled crookedly at her in thanks, wiping unshed tears from my eyes, no longer caring if anyone saw how distraught I was. “How did you turn it off?” I asked weakly. She said her Mom had a friend who had helped her. “Can I have her #?” I asked with a weak laugh, “I thought I turned it off but I guess I haven’t.”

Kate got called away at that moment, apparently the baby had woken up.

I sat at the kitchen counter trying to smile and nod at their exclamations but felt drained. The nameless lady in blue, I had seen earlier that day, stood next to me calmly radiating love. She asked me gently if I needed anything. I told her I’d really like some water, Kate had offered but seemed to have forgotten to bring it to me and not knowing where they kept the cups and being too tired to look and to get it for myself. The lady nodded her head and moved away for a moment only to appear again next to me with a glass of water. I thanked her and tried not to choke on it as I gulped it down. With my arms still weak I must have accidentally slammed the glass down on the counter after I finished it because the noise caught Kate’s attention. She had just arrived back in the kitchen with the baby in her arms. She turned to me in surprise saying, “I’m sorry I forgot to get you water! Who got it for you?” Feeling slightly refreshed but still on the edge of tears, all I could muster out in barely a whisper was, “Mariam did.” Kate blinked at me, “who is Mariam?” Through my languid state I felt frustration and confusion cloud my already hazy mind, “the other house keeper,” I said. Kate assured me she only had one housekeeper and her name wasn’t Mariam. I shrugged, letting it go, too tired to continue to ask after the lady in blue who no one seemed to know. I decided to try my legs and see if I was feeling energetic enough to drive home… I just wanted to get out of there and go home. There were too many people there carefully trying to not show they were watching me and gravity felt too heavy, all I wanted to do was cry myself to sleep in my own bed.

“You’re sure you’re ok to drive home?” Kate asked with concern. I assured her I was fine and just needed to decompress at home. I took a few steps and even stretched my arms over head in a feeble attempt to look strong and rejuventated. I almost lost my balance but thankfully Mariam was right there with a hand on the left side of my back to steady me. I sheepishly smiled at her in thanks and took a few more deep breathes as I again I tried to smile at everyone confidently even though I knew my eyes probably looked glazed with exhaustion. Kate handed the baby to Goldie and gave me a hug in farewell saying she’d have her assistant reach out about scheduling a working interview. I smiled and assured her I was good to drive and very excited to work with her family. Goldie was near by dancing with the baby in her arms she stepped closer to say goodbye and the baby, who hadn’t taken her eyes away from me since entering the room, leaned away from her grandmother and reached out to me. But then I realized she was looking not at me but over my shoulder at Mariam. I tried to protest saying I didn’t know if I was feeling strong enough to hold the baby and honestly it seemed like she was actually reaching for Mariam instead. Putting the baby in my arms Goldie asked who Mariam was, realizing this was a question I couldn’t really answer I just kept silent and accepted the baby. Goldie was saying how sweet and what a great sign it was that the baby already liked me while the baby and I stared at each other in the eyes, both a little surprised. Then the baby wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder and neck with her head turned toward Mariam. I swayed slowly, looking between Kate, Goldie and Mariam as the latter gazed at us with love. Goldie kept dancing closely in front of the baby trying to get her attention but also glancing intently at me as if trying to answer questions she didn’t yet feel comfortable asking me. I handed the baby back to her muttering my excuses and politely insisting I needed to leave.

Finally back at my car I leaned my seat back and burst into tears. After the need to cry passed I covered myself with my coat, set a 30 minute alarm and allowed myself to fall asleep.

Part 2:

Hello Sophy,

I had an interesting encounter with the spirit who calls himself (he appeared as a monk) the Voice of Compassion. We had an amazing conversation in which he told me to read your book ‘A Book of Angels’ to learn more about our connection to angels and celestial potential. Long story short, he said your description of your ‘future-life-progression’ was spot on, or at least the best written example of celestial being.

This Spirit, the Voice of Compassion, is tethered to Anthony William Coviello the ‘Medical Medium’ and father of the celery juice craze. When reading your book, I researched what I didn’t know and found that The Voice of Compassion’s face appeared to me as a man who resembles the bust of Pseudo-Dionysius I found on the internet.

I’d love to speak with you sometime, the whole situation was insane and continues to leave me breathless. I am on the path to becoming a healer (Nursing student and Reiki practioner) though I am not religious, I was raised Catholic, and am now finding my way back to my spiritual self due to this encounter.

Due to the Pandemic (I suppose) I haven’t heard back from Anthony or his assistant Whitney though they gave me their contact and encouraged me to not give up trying to get in touch.

I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around all this and would love to have someone to talk to. Since Spirit told me to read your book I figured I’d reach out and see if you were interested in talking to me. Your book was wonderful and so calming.

Also I’m happy to see you are a Playwright because I’ve been thinking about making a movie about my experience and would love your advice and help.

Mostly I’m hoping I’m not crazy.

"The spirit of the word compassion is synonymous with doing. Compassion is not concerned with material or physical things. It's concerned with the human spirit and soul. The spiritual definition of compassion involves acting to alleviate the suffering, of others.”

With love and hope,

Libi

Wow! We have to talk. Call me.

Hi Sophy, 

It was so amazing to speak with you today. Thank you so much for all your love and support as I start this journey. You are such a blessing and such a rich resource of information, I’m so excited to read the rest of your books!

Our conversation today warmed my heart and made me feel less alone in this confusing revelation of my spiritual path and potential. Thank you so much for offering to be a mentor to me, I really cherish and appreciate your kindness, wisdom and experience.

Please feel you can contact me whenever you would like, I look forward to our future talks.

After I got off the phone with you I told my Grandmother my story, I hadn’t sooner because I didn’t want to overwhelm her especially in the face of my Grandfather’s deteriorating health. She is a wonderful, strong, kind and faithful woman who I knew would believe and appreciate what I had to tell her and she did seem renewed in energy and joy after listening to my experiences with the Voice of Compassion and my conversation with you.

I can’t say thank you enough for helping me accept the beauty and truth in divine experience (however silly or strange it may present itself). I also very much appreciate your humbleness and honesty in your own experiences with Darkness and its existence.

You are a beacon, your strength in the face adversity gives me courage to be strong as I face adversity in my own life. I hope you have a wonderful Birthday!

With love and light,

Libi

Well, happiness came right back to me from our conversation, and happiness (joy, actually) is the sign of the Spiritual, when you feel utterly in harmony. You have given me a lovely birthday present, this affirmation that I’m on the right path. (do we all doubt? did Jesus? Yes, of course, that’s what the temptations of the Devil were about.  I have seen Christ twice that I know of and maybe once more, and I don’t talk about it because it sounds so silly and also egotistical (look what came to ME!) , when each time was utterly ordinary.  

By the way today, the day before the Madonna of Guadeloupe, the day before my birth-day, another person also came into my life, like you, and it is so reassuring. So you should know the gift you have to give.

  Your photos is so beautiful

   And the quote about compassion, too, “to alleviate the suffering of others.”  That is what many of us agreed to do when we came down here. In Buddhism it’s the boddhisattva, who refuses to leave the wheel until every sentient being finds enlightenment (joy).

Love, Sophy

Your message made me smile so big, isn’t amazing what we can do when we give ourselves permission to be vulnerable. It’s so reaffirming to know we can survive our experiences with doubt. It’s ok to doubt as long as we allow ourselves to continue to learn from it and keep moving towards our God given potential. Thank you for helping me accept this in myself.

Communication creates community; I’m so happy and honored to become a part of your community. And I am so excited to face the world with a new confidence. I can’t wait to see what I will allow myself the joy and privileged responsibility to see and participate in.

I’m so proud of you and your accomplishments. I have faith that you are on the right path and will continue to accomplish much. 

With faith, joy and love 💕

Libi

if you ever need me I’m here.

Your spiritual guide and companion.

I hope that this coming year brings you happiness and unexpected delights.  The sun is now rising and covering the forest outside my window in light flashing off the white sycamore branches.  So beautiful

Love you

Sophy

I’ve been thinking about calling you. I did get dark a couple days ago and could use some words of encouragement. Overall I’m trying to protect myself and family from our negativity that comes from stressful life events and close proximity (it definitely gets to me eventually).

I’m enthusiastic about the New Year and as a resolution am determined to maintain a sense of wonder. 

Currently things are hectic with the family and funeral arranging but I look forward to taking the time to talk with you this week if possible.

I have been sharing my story with my family members and as stressful as the thought of doing it was I found open arms and minds. It has been such a relief and I really feel my ‘spiritual coming out’ has brought my family closer together (especially since I am dealing with the side of my family that the spirit said is descended from cherubim).

It is still strange and frustrating to adjust to allowing myself the permission to accept this reality. Overall it has been a transformative experience like that of the rebirth of Phoenix. I’m still childlike in my understanding and ability but am relearning how to be patient with myself as I strengthen these muscles I left neglected for the majority of my life.

I’m excited to grow as a healer and am so excited and honored to have you as a mentor.

Let me know your availability. Perhaps we can speak tomorrow (Sunday) or later in the week.

Sending you so much love and appreciation,

Libi