SPIRIT CONTACT: THE COWLICK

This spirit contact story comes from Prissy, about her fraternal twin.

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“My twin  started this summer with everything tasting yucky. Little by little it got worse and worse and she couldn’t stand the taste of anything. All foods made her gag and she got very thin.

Finally , she had some tests in December and it was lung cancer. Patricia had her first chemo on January 12 and died on January 16. I was leaving the next day to go over to see her.

It’s hard because I talked to her many times a week. We did everything together and I’m just not sure what to do now but yes she has been here. I felt really bad that she didn’t get to see Biden sworn in. If anyone hated Trump more than us it was her. She had a big cowlick in the front of her hair which I didn’t have and two days after she passed away the front of my hair went into this big cowlick and won’t do anything anymore.”

A permanent reminder that her sister’s spirit is with her? I’ve heard of a lot of odd spirit contact stories, but never one like this.

I asked Prissy if she could send me their birth data so I could look at their charts. She didn’t know what time either of them was born, and wrote:

“We don’t really know what time we were born. We were born at home because it was after the war and it was hard to get into the hospital so the doctor suggested my mother just have us at home. The problem was he thought there was only one baby and he gave her some shot after my sister was born and started wringing his hands that both my mother and I were going to die So my mother just started pushing really hard and so I guess right after I was finally born he went running out the door.”

But they were both Libras. I erected a solar chart for Patricia and ran transits to it for the day she died.

My reply: As an early Libra, it means Jupiter would have been in the early degrees of Aquarius, trining her sun. That aspect  and Jupiter aspecting someone’s sun sign, can mean an easy death. Easy in the sense of: I’m outta here.

“That fits. She told me she was ready to go. She was buried in her PJ’s. Her youngest son died suddenly in his sleep at 28 in Jan 2006. He had given her a pair of pink pajamas for Christmas. She put them away and never wore them and never told anybody that she was saving them to be buried in.”

About her sister’s son’s death: “He was healthy as could be with no signs of anything wrong with him. It was similar to crib death in babies. It happens sometimes to young men between 25 and 35. It’s not really talked about much but if you look it up you can find it online.”