Journey of a Soul

Chapter 3

Driving up to the address which Lexi had written down, she had to reread it to make sure she was at the right place. It was a Brownstone, not an office building. Yep, right address.

Lucky for her, there was a free spot along the boulevard and close to the townhouse to park her car.

As she walked up the stairs to the entrance, lingering in the air was the most pleasantly soothing sweet and herbal fragrance. She figured it was coming from the purple flowers growing in a small container by the front door.

Lexi was just about to knock as a lovely lady in her early forties with the friendliest smile opened the door.

Gestured for her to come in, Tamara said, "Hi Lexi, I'm Tamara. Come on in." Tamara was looking at a tall and skinny, almost anorexic woman in her mid-thirties.

Lexi reminded Tamara of a Roman goddess with her long black hair and eyelashes that were so naturally dark, thick, and long that she didn't need make-up.

At first glance, you might think she was a lawyer with the brand-new expensive business suit that she was wearing. But the sparkly high heels didn't quite go with the lawful image.

"Hi, I am Alexandra, but everyone calls me Lexi." Entering Tamara's home, she quickly glanced around. Lexi noticed Tamara resided in the first two floors of the Brownstone.

It was a quaint older home in Brooklyn Heights; clean, tidy and very tastefully decorated. Very modern for the age of the building.

Starting to feel nervous, she started to make small talk about how lovely Tamara's home was.

"Thank you, my grandparents bought it many years ago. I decided to move back to Brooklyn and look after the place for them when they had to move into a retirement center."

Tamara knew how anxious and edgy her clients were the first time they came to see her. Not only could she feel it in her own body, she saw their subtle body language. Their heartbeat speeds up, their breath is faster, their eyes seem glossy, and they seem to say things that they think she needed to hear.

Tamara knew that when a person is about to communicate for the first time with the spirit world. These were all normal reactions. It wasn't quite terror, but fear of some type. "There are three suites in the building beside this one. Come, have a seat over here at the table."

Lexi sat down on a wooden chair at a round table in the small dining room. Covering the table was a bright and beautiful cobalt blue velvet fabric. Without hesitation, Lexi caressed the soft material.

She had expected a crystal globe placed in the middle like you would see in a psychic gypsy photo, but there wasn't one. Instead, to her left was a charming clear vase with a lit aromatherapy candle in it, giving off the same scent as the flowers outside. Lavender, she thought to herself.

Tamara sat down opposite Lexi and started by saying, "In a moment, Lexi, I am going to have you call upon your sister. It's kind of like making a telephone call, she has a choice to answer you or not. We must always be respectful and courteous of the spirit world."

Disappointed, Lexi unconsciously crossed her arms. "You mean, there is a chance that we will not be able to talk to her today?"

"Yes, but that rarely happens." Tamara assured her. "Let's begin. I would like you to place your hands palms facing down on top of mine." As Tamara took Lexi's hands in hers, she continued, "Take a couple of deep breaths, breathing in all the way down to your toes, and exhale. One more time, slow deep breath in and out."