Into Every Life Must Fall Some Rain

I learned the term “rainbow baby” last weekend in a touching, yet mind-blowing way.

A rainbow baby is a baby who enters the lives of a family directly after they experienced the loss of a previous child. The term refers to the sunshine coming after the rain of loss.

I was working a psychic party about 40 minutes from my home two weeks ago. It was a larger group–about 8 women. Still, it was an intimate setting around a dining room table.

I worked my way from reading to reading, channeling late mothers, grandmothers, fathers and other loved ones and giving life guidance. About six people in, I found myself across from a beautiful woman with dark hair and big brown eyes. I will call her Mary to protect her identity.

Something you all may not know about my process is that I draw as I channel Spirit. I write down initials, names and words and draw bizarre things that make sense only to the person being read and the Spirit working through me.

As I reached out to Mary’s spirits, I saw and wrote down a popular brand name with 2 arrows pointing at six letters at the center of the name. These same six letters are at the center of her late relative’s last name. Bingo. She started to tear up, and gripped my hand harder. I also establish a connection by holding one of the client’s hands while I sketch–it sounds awkward, but it solidifies the channel at the start.

As I prepared to move from validation into the guidance part of her reading, Mary stopped me with a heavy look.

“Has no one else come through?” she asked, as tears rested in her eyes.

I said “no ma’am, but if there is someone else you want to hear from, I will try.”

Mary told me she had lost a son. His name was Robert (also changed to protect identity). I centered myself and went quiet as I waited for Robert to step forward as his relatives had done.

Two minutes passed. Five minutes passed. Nothing. I started to sweat. Someone as important in a querent’s life as a child ALWAYS comes through.

I reached out to one of my spirit guides who was a priest when he lived on Earth.

“Joe, help me out, I can’t find this kid.”

Joe did his now-standard move and walked over to the stained glass window, pulling back the curtains.

And then I started to draw. In a flash, I saw a baby wrapped in a blue blanket, but he had wings, and I immediately understood that Robert had reincarnated. The last thing I drew was the letter “D” (changed for anonymity, but it was correct in the reading).

The room had been silent while I worked, so Mary’s cry cut through the air.


And the rest of the information hit me from Joe. Robert died in the car crash before he was born. He went back to the Other Side while Mary mourned his loss. Ten months later, Mary gave birth to a rainbow baby: her beloved current son, David. Robert and David are the same spirit. Mary’s son returned to be by her side, where he is to this day–I have had the great pleasure of meeting him, and he is a sweetheart.

Tears streamed down Mary’s bewildered face as she whispered to me, “This has brought me such peace.” Tissues were handed out down the table as the other women dabbed at their own tears. I was openly crying as Mary’s emotions rolled through me.

Mary’s story is just one of many I am blessed to experience as I meet people and hone my skills. I was incredibly touched to learn of her very special rainbow baby. I am so grateful for the growth I have experienced in this gift and so delighted to be able to share it here and with the people I meet.

In love and light–