A reading with Dede Copley.

Wow my husband is amazing he popped in to see Dede for a half hour reading today time was 2.00pm.

He is so strong. He is finding people who are part of my soul group. Looks like Dede Copley is part of my soul group too. I think she was my mum in a previous life when Gary was my dad. He was Gerald Jones, Dede was my mother Elizabeth Jones she died giving birth to me. She mentioned about my kids especially Gracie Lou. Also she mentioned about the rose in my garden which the name of the rose is my nickname.

Dede was asked by Gary to tell me what he had planned for me tonight.

Looks like he is taking me out, also going to cook me a dinner.

My book is the last thing I have to do. The last episode of my blog is his physical visit at the end of the year.

Also Dede could see what Gary was wearing, khaki green over shirt, white T-shirt and sand coloured cargo pants no socks. Everything is real.

I am honoured to have the ability to communicate with spirit, Dede was honoured to receive the messages from Gary, she enjoyed his presence, he made her laugh.

But I am glad she doesn't have Clairalience (clear smell) because someone was bare footed hehehe smelly feet.

Today has been a blessing with a reading from Dede Copley

Some instrumental trans communication

Using two apps.

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