My Father's Rose Quartz Stone: Matina and I were co-workers for several years.  Our friendship was casual and only at the workplace. In our conversations, Matina told me that she was taking classes to develop her psychic abilities. I have been interested in this for a long time so I decided to let Matina try out her skills on me by giving me a card reading. That went very well.  I was concerned about my daughter and the unpleasant relationship she was ending. Matina told me that there was a young man that would be coming into her life. She said he's near her and aware of her but too shy to talk to her. I told my daughter Jennifer about Matina's reading and she said that there was a very handsome guy in her class that seemed to be interested in her. As it turns out, he was in one of her classes in college.  They made contact and it was an instant bond. They are now married with three children.

This next psychic experience was the clincher for Matina. My parents were rock hounds and rock polishers.  They had a wonderful rock collection that we all enjoyed. The year my father passed away was naturally very sad for all of us.  My mother missed him very much and related this story to me: Two weeks before my father died, he told my mother that he found this very special rose quartz crystal that he had misplaced.  He was missing it for about a year. She was so glad he found it because he wanted to polish it to see if it had an "eye" like a sapphire in it. Unfortunately, he did not tell her where he found it. When he died she wanted to hold that stone close to her but she couldn't find it. She searched everywhere in the house, the cellar and outside in the garage where they stored most of their rock collection. She finally went out and bought another piece of rose quartz that resembled the stone my father loved. Now this is where Matina comes in. At work one day I was sitting at my desk.  Matina stopped by and we started talking.  All of a sudden Matina tells me that my father was here. I said what do you mean.  She said he's standing right here in back of me and he's so excited that he can communicate with me. He was sending a message through Matina to me. He was telling her about this stone and where it could be found. He told her it was in clear dirt.  He was showing Matina that it was standing in an upright position and emphasized in clear dirt. She asked him what he meant by clear dirt. He said, think of the beach.  Matina and I decided he probably meant glass because sand (beach) is what glass is made of. I asked Matina to ask him where I could find the stone. He described to Matina that it is in the shed. Matina asked me if I had a shed on my property.  I said yes that it was part of our garage and was attached to the back of it. My father told Matina that it was in that shed on the side where the weeds grow. Now all of this has me and Matina very excited because we both can't believe that my father is coming through so strong. Matina said he's all excited too.  He's jumping up and down with happiness because he can't believe he could do this.  Bear in mind that Matina had never been to my home and I never described my home to her.  Our work relationship was too casual for any of that type of discussion. The next morning I went out to the garage, walked back toward the shed entrance and looked to my left because that is where Matina's hand pointed.  Immediately I felt something turn my head to the right.  I turned to the left again, and again something turned my head to the right. I said, "OK, I'll go to the right side of the shed." At that moment I realized that the weeds grow on that side of the shed. I went over to the shelves and stood there looking.  I moved an old coffee can out of the way and immediately saw that beautiful piece of rose quartz sitting upright in a glass jar.  Immediately behind the jar was a picture of boats at a dock.  When we went to the beach, my father always sat on the dock by my brother's boat. I cannot describe the feeling that came over me.  The only thing I can tell you is that at that moment I fully believed in life after death.  There is no way that Matina could have known any of this.  It's not that she read my mind because I did not know where that stone was.  Only my father knew where the stone was. The next day I called Matina to come into my office. When she came in I showed her the stone in the glass jar and related what took place that morning before I came to work. We were both so excited about her ability to communicate with someone who had crossed over.  For me to hear from my father was very special. I had been very depressed and feeling guilty after my father died.  The night before he passed, I walked past his room.  The door was open and, regretfully, I did not stop by to say hello, or good night.  I was just too tired and wanted to go to sleep.  I missed the last time I could have talked to him. Never miss a chance to hug someone you love, or tell them that you love them.  You never know when it will be the last time.

There was another time Matina had contact with my father, someone she never knew when he was alive. I must tell you that my mother was stunned and so happy to have the stone but could not fathom the concept of communicating with someone who had died. My mother and father were not believers in the hereafter.  That is why my mother couldn't believe it when I related to her how I found that stone. I invited Matina to come to my home and see it for the first time and compare it to what my father described to her. I also showed her a picture of my father as a young man.  She said that is not how she saw him.  I showed her a more recent picture of him and she said yes, that is how my father presented himself to her. When Matina saw my home and property, she said it was just how my father described it to her. While she was visiting me: my father made contact with her again, he described to her how beautiful it was on the other side, so many flowers and a beauty that Matina could not put words to, similar to all the flowers in my yard but so much more beautiful. She told me that he was very happy where he was.  Now I realize that since my father came through means that he discovered the truth, God does exist and our souls live on, we don't die, we just cross over. Thank You...Lei Lani