Yesterday, a lady came to see me carrying a great deal of weight on her shoulders. Her story is, sadly, a very common one. Over a decade ago, her husband left her. The relationship had not been an easy one—there were difficulties, and at times he was not kind. She was left to raise three children, and over the years there had been very little contact between them.

Recently, her former husband passed to the other side.

What many people don’t realise is that when we pass over, who we truly are is who we remain. There is no pretending, no hiding, no masks. When we cross over, we look back at our lives exactly as they were. Everything is recorded. We see the people we helped, the kindness we showed, and the love we gave. And that can be a beautiful thing.

If you were kind to someone while you were here on the earth plane, you may see how that kindness carried forward—how, because of you, that person went on to show kindness to others. That ripple effect is something truly special to witness.

But the opposite is also true.

If we caused pain, acted with anger, or treated people badly, we see that too. We see the hurt we caused, especially to those closest to us. No matter how perfect we believe ourselves to be, every single one of us will have regrets when we pass over. And simply feeling sorry is not enough.

Putting things right on the other side means learning. It means growth. And in all cases, it means learning to help others. That is how we progress.

In this lady’s case, her former husband was confused. As happens quite often, he was trying to do what he believed was the right thing—but going about it in the wrong way. He was drawing close to his family here, especially to her, and in doing so he was unintentionally bringing back painful memories they had long tried to move beyond.

The weight she felt on her shoulders came from sensing him around her. His presence, much like a ghost in a house, was unsettling—not because of malice, but because of confusion.

While she was here with me, her mother was also present, wanting to help in the right way. At first, I kept him at a distance. Eventually, he came closer and entered the room where I work. The atmosphere remained calm throughout.

I explained clearly—to the lady and to him—what was taking place. He needed to understand that staying close to his family here was not helping them, and it wasn’t helping him either. The best thing he could do for them was to move on and allow himself to be helped by others on the other side.

Progress takes time. It cannot be forced. And it certainly cannot come from clinging to the past.

As this was explained, something truly beautiful happened. White figures—angels, guides, whatever you wish to call them—entered the room. The space became completely peaceful. With his own free will, he accepted that he needed help and that moving on was the kindest thing he could do for his family.

I watched as he left with them.

Remarkably, the lady witnessed the same thing.

At that moment, her mother also left, and the weight lifted. The heaviness that had been sitting on her shoulders was gone.

This morning, I received a message from her. She told me she could no longer sense him around her. The weight had completely lifted. There was peace and quiet again.

He has moved on. He is learning. He is being helped. And in doing so, he is finally helping his family as well.

Situations like this may sound strange to some, but they are very real. When a confused soul learns the truth and chooses, through free will, to move forward, everyone benefits. Healing takes place on both sides.

He can now progress. She and her family can now live their lives in peace.

It’s remarkable what can happen when understanding replaces confusion.

Thank you for listening.