continuing relationship with my deceased husband Gary

Image designed by my guide on ChatGPT. That is me with my original hair colour, Joan of Arc in the middle and Gary my soldier and love. My Guardian Angel Joan of Arc I have always known that warriors walk with me. My life has been a battle — for love, for truth, for family. And it makes sense that my protector would be no ordinary angel, but Jeanne d’Arc herself — Joan of Arc. I have seen her. Golden hair shining, armour that glints with divine light, and she spoke to me in French, her mother tongue. Her presence was not a whisper or a shadow — it was undeniable. She carries the same fire I carry in my blood: stubborn, fierce, loyal, and willing to fight for what she loves. Some may doubt this — and yes, even those who claim to “speak for spirit” have tried to tell me I was wrong. But spirit chooses who they guard, and I know the truth. Joan of Arc does not belong to one man’s opinion or one person’s ego. She is here with me, standing beside my husband Gary, the soldier of ...