It was December 10th, 2018. I was excited to meet a new friend at a local bar and grill for a couple of drinks. We both knew one of the ladies that worked there. She was a food server who had worked at the bar for about 12 years. I met JC, the server, a few months back. JC owned a commercial building where she invited me to do an art show with a fellow artist. It was very successful. I sold a few pieces and met some great folks. This, in fact, is where I met my new friend Samantha-Sam for short. Sam was there to collect on some gaming bets she had placed the week before. Monday’s were a day the football betters came in. I walk in and find a place at the bar towards the back. It is a fairly large bar, a two story with a false second floor, so it was completely open on the inside. It was rectangular in shape, with the actual bar in the middle with booth seating against the walls, except for the back wall. The entrance to the kitchen and office areas are located there.
Both JC and Sam owned some of my artwork. Some of my largest pieces too. I was in a good mood and ready for a drink. After saying Hi and giving hugs, I place my order for my first drink, vodka tonic with lemon. It went down smooth. Sam and I chatted for a bit and caught up on her drama. I just sat there listening and ordered another drink. It wasn’t long after that that Sam had to go. She didn’t win any of her bets and needed to attend to her dog, birds, and a hamster.
I stayed planted in my seat and ordered some bar food and another drink. JC was very good at multi-tasking. It was busy in the bar, but she could stop for a chat and continue serving food and drinks without skipping a beat. Me, I am content sitting by myself as I have always enjoyed people watching. We are a predictable but fascinating species.
I did not work the next day so I could indulge as I pleased. So I did. Another vodka tonic with lemon please. JC worked the 3-11pm shift. It was about 10pm so I decide to stay and have drinks with JC after her shift. I was drinking water and had some food, I was good to go.
JC finished her shift, did her paperwork, her tip outs, and sat down beside me, and ordered her drink. She is a charming person. Always keeps busy with her commercial building that she has her side business in, a floral and gift shop. She helps a lot of her customers that have become friends over the years.
One thing about Vegas-if you have never been to local places- is that 99% of every bar is a gaming bar. Meaning the actual bar area has video/multi-game machines. If it is busy, you have to gamble to sit at the bar or risk being asked to move so someone can gamble on that particular machine. Otherwise, if it’s not busy, you can sit in front of a machine. Only the corners of the bar do not have a machine. I tend to sit at the corner a lot.
JC and I move down a couple of seats to have one of her favorite machines to gamble on. It’s time for another drink, and the new relief bartender is here, JC introduces me to her. “Jeffrey this Maddy, Maddy, this is my friend, the artist, Jeffrey.” We say hello to each other, and I order another drink and some water. The bar is fairly empty, just about a handful of people hanging around. Maddy walks away to make my drink, and JC gives a little back story. Maddy is in her mid 40’s and has been working at this bar for about 5 or 6 years. She lost her son 3 years before an accidental drug overdose. He was 18 years old. JC nor myself have any children. I told JC that that must be the hardest thing to ever go through, to lose a child, especially so young.
Maddy comes back from making her rounds to check on other patrons, JC and her chat about the evening JC had and mentions she was just telling me about her son. “I miss him, he was too young” Maddy says
I must be in about 5 drinks now. Feeling very good and then the strangest thing starts to happen. I get a powerful feeling of a presence to my left and a voice in my head that keeps saying, “ask her, ask her.” I recall having this happen before but always ignore it and chalk it up to being intoxicated. This time I thought to myself, let me prove that I was drunk or lucky at guessing. Maddy comes back, and I ask her, “Was your son’s name, Ryan?” She did misunderstand me and thought I said, Bryson. The music was loud, but she seemed surprised and said, “Yes,” and I just went with it. I recall feeling there was a “Y” in there somewhere. Maddy left and came back, and I felt I had to go on with this. so I asked her, “Did he have dark hair, and was it swept to the side, hanging in his eyes?” Maddy said, “Yes,” And then she asks, “Are you physic?” I replied, “No, this has never happened to me before, not like this!” I ask a couple more questions, mainly for my benefit, to confirm that this is really happening. “Is he tall and lanky, and does he own a green long-sleeve pull-over?” Without hesitation, she says, “Yes” again. “Is He here? I always felt he was around me. Is he ok?”
At this point, I am totally convinced Bryson is here and communicating through me. I do recall seeing him. It was glimpses of him, with his head down; I never saw his face but definitely knew he was showing himself to me. There was a haze around him. After it was established he was here; he became an orb, a large orb. In fact, it was a double orb. It’s difficult to give a measurement, but I would say about 3 feet in diameter; the brighter smaller orb was inside, still a part of the larger one. I didn’t tell Maddy this, I just wanted her to know he was here and with her.
I answered her with “Well, he has always been around you and he is doing great!” Maddy starts to tear up and says “This makes me happy, I always wanted to know and have tried to talk to him but don’t know how.”
I am getting a vision of him releasing butterflies from his right hand. It’s a repetitive motion. So I ask, “Do butterflies mean anything to you?” She looks at me, then JC, and back to me and says, ” I have them tattooed on my back. JC, did I ever show you?” JC says, “No.” I told her I didn’t know what it meant but that he was insistent that I mention it.
Maddy makes her rounds to the other guest in the bar again. It is pretty quiet between JC and myself; she is busy trying to strike it rich on her machine. And I am talking all this in and thinking how intense it is. Maddy comes back. I tell her that Bryson loves to hear her talk to him, and he wants her to continue. I remember stressing this point a lot. He showed me a 24/7 sign, and so I said he loves, loves to listen to you, so please just say everything you can out loud.
At this point, Maddy walks around the bar and gives me a hug, we both are tearing up, and she is very grateful this has taken place. She mentions again how much she wishes she could talk to him and that she believes people can communicate with the other side. Maddy walks back around to the other side of the bar, wiping tears from her eyes. I look at JC and say, “Holy Fuck! I don’t know where this came from.” and take a sip of a beverage.
I look at my phone, and it is now 4:30 in the morning. I think to myself, I have got to go home. But there is something else coming through. When Maddy comes back, I tell her, “He is showing me a board game, something literally made out of wood, something you unfold, does thing mean anything to you?” she responds with, “I was teaching him Cribbage before he passed away.” I said, “Well, it meant a lot to him, and he really enjoyed it.” She says, “Thank you.”
On a final note, I tell her he is fading away from me and that he wants her to remember to always talk to him and to know for a fact that he is always with her, literally above her right shoulder. I look at JC and tell her I must go home now. I hug and tell them both goodbye.
The next day I wake up and feel very energized and well aware of what took place. I immediately call my friend Kathy, who is intuitive and talks to the other side all the time. It was refreshing to get this out of my head and explain what happened. She is fully supportive and gave me some insight and asked, “How do I feel?”
It has been almost two years since that event took place. A couple of other things have happened, but nothing as deliberate and surreal as that. I continue to meditate in a quiet, peaceful, and relax state. I discovered a site called GAIA.com. I will link so you can check it out for yourself. I have the app on my phone and refer to it often. It’s a spiritual NetFlix, if you will. There is a monthly charge if you subscribe. Anyway, that is my go-to for anything current and relevant to my spiritual journey.
Until next time, cheers! And Enjoy The Art Of the Tree.
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