Help Who?

“There will be one who will come to you who needs help,” Nicky Boy said.

Nicky Boy!

I had met Nicky Boy in the late fall of 2014. I woke up one morning, turned in bed, and saw a nonphysical man laying on my bed in his dapper clothing from a different era. The era he is from is the 1930’s and 1940’s. He had on his nice suit, leather shoes, and of course…a cigar. I asked him who he was and he said, “Nicky Boy.”

That’s an odd name…and he really likes his shoes.

After coming to know his personality and his enjoyment of his cigars, gambling, and socializing, the nickname made sense. From time to time he comes around to offer his advice and ask me to help someone, he knows, who is trapped in pain.

“He needs guidance to the light and he can’t see me. Do not be disturbed by what you see. You’ll know who it is when you see him,” he added.

This had happened before. I told Nicky Boy I would help his friend whenever he arrived.

A few weeks later, just upon slowly waking up, I felt some droplets of water on my arm that was sticking out of the covers. I looked up and was surprised at what I saw. I quickly sat up against the headboard.

Good grief, what happened to you?!

I saw a wide-shouldered man standing in front of me. He had dark hair, but most importantly he was wet, blind, and dressed in clothing that seemed from many ages ago.

He didn’t communicate with me, he didn’t even seem to see me there…at least at first.

“Aarrragggghhhhh!!!!”

What the hell was that? Why is he screaming like an animal?

I just sat there waiting to see if he could recognize my presence. It was obvious he was carrying immense trauma from another time…for a very very long time.

He backed up towards the wall even though I hadn’t moved. I didn’t get the sense he spoke English, but I knew I would understand whatever he conveyed.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

He communicated at first in pictures. He presented the image of being on a ship from very long time ago. He was whipped and blinded in the form of torture. They tied him up and dropped him into the ocean. Even though this appeared to be more than a century ago, he was still very present in his pain. He was also still wet and blind.

Nicky Boy showed up then too.

“He can’t see me because I didn’t know him in that life. His trauma stops him from seeing me here. I knew him in a different life.”

This man began to speak in a way I could understand.

“I want revenge!”

Oh…that’s what’s keeping him locked in pain.

“I don’t think that’s going to work…”

“I want revenge for what they did to me and to my son!”

“As long as you want revenge upon others who hurt you, you’ll stay in pain. What did they do to your son?”

He showed me an image of his adult son being murdered in what could have been in the same vicious manner.

“I understand why you want revenge. It makes sense. These people hurt and killed you and your son. But it’s obvious you’ve been waiting a long time and revenge hasn’t happened yet. I don’t think you’re going to get your revenge here.”

“They deserve the same pain they caused me and my son.”

I shrugged.

“Your desire for revenge will keep you in a cycle of pain. Whether that pain keeps you in this blind and tortured reality or another reality. It won’t get you to a productive end. Your desire for revenge may be keeping you from seeing your son on the other side. Focus on wanting to see your son.”

As he began communicating what happened to him, he didn’t seem so wet and he appeared calmer too. He seemed more willing to listen.

“You need to cross over.”

“Will they be punished?” he asked.

I shrugged again.

“It will be more like self-punishment. Those who hurt you may very well keep repeating their cycle of pain and trauma. Your desire for revenge keeps you locked in self-punishment. I would imagine it is the same for them…at least for some time. But I haven’t seen anyone punished as you put it.”

It looked like his sight was returning.

“You need to make a choice. Your son could very well be waiting for you on the other side and you’re stuck here. You need to cross over.”

He seemed reluctant to do so, at least until he knew those who harmed him and his son would be punished. Maybe he didn’t quite trust or believe me either.

After thinking about it, I could tell he could see the light or at least a spark of it.

“You want to see your son. I can say he’s not here and you’ve been looking a long time.”

He half-nodded in acknowledgment and very slowly crossed over while I watched and waited.

Nicky Boy acknowledged the work and left. He’ll return again, most likely with a request…or at least to laugh at something I’m doing that he finds humorous.

Well that was one way to begin the day!

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About Tami Urbanek

Tami works with people across the United States and Europe as a medium/clairvoyant connecting people with their spirit guides. She also works as a Life Energy Flow Tai Yi practitioner. As a former school teacher, Tami enjoys coaching/teaching others in areas that she has healed within herself, such as fear, self-judgment, and lack of passion. Tami is the vice president of the Universal Education Foundation, a nonprofit 501 (c) (3) and she is working with another board member to create and implement a bullying recovery program for adolescents.

Posted on September 22, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Beautiful Tami…..

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