The name Tilly Van Egman meant nothing to me until yesterday. I’m still not quite sure why it does or she does, but I know she’s trying to come through. She died November 30.

On Friday, I had a friend reach out to me that I hadn’t spoken with in a while. She used to live here but now, herself, her husband and son live on a sail boat. She sent me pictures of what they have been up too and I noticed the name of the boat, 3 little birds. She told me, once, the story of picking the name a long time ago. Something about how the Bob Marley song was meaningful too them in some way. It is just the three of them, so it just came to her that, that was going to be the boats name. I noticed it in one of the pictures, it made me smile, caused me pause. The day continued as normal as any Friday, I suppose. Drinks with the boss that afternoon, Covid shot, Christmas movie with myself and my thoughts. Phone call with my twin brother and Facetime with my TwinFlame. I fell asleep happy.

Saturday morning came and I was looking forward to the day. I had made plans with my TwinFlame to have lunch and spend the night. I love and appreciate any time with him and hold it near and dear, in high regard. I woke up, worked out, packed a bag and made my way to lunch.

Whenever I do get around my Twin in the physical I notice a frequency change. My energy body vibrates at a higher level. As if my veil between the dimensions thins, even more. I feel tapped in. I get activated easily. Like the world around me is a little more electrified. Its hard to explain. I just feel a heightened vibration. Everything that I resonate in the multi-sensory world is very accessible. Most of the time I have to fight back the pull from other dimensions, energy sources or spirits, latley. This particular Saturday was, just this. However, I couldnt fight the energy of this particular soul off or away. And she was meant to come to me. I just dont know why, yet.

We go to lunch and I immediatley notice the light above our head is of course, flickering. My third eye is active. Feels pressurized, if that makes sense. Squeezing and pulsing. I keep getting waves of goosebumps and am just vibrating on a high level. All very normal too me at this point, but I never, not, notice it. Its almost as if my soul body itself, perks its ears and makes me recogize the changes and sensations. Like, “Pay attention. We want you to pay close attention” is what I feel like its saying. We have lunch, see a movie watch some UFC, get naked and eventually go to bed. The next morning went as our Sunday mornings usually do, when together. He goes to the gym. I stay at the house and do my own workout. I’ll grab coffee from the shop down the street, shower and we rendezvous to watch the football games all day and chill. But Yesterday, something strange happened. Tilly Van Egman…..happened.

My father facetimed me as my Twin and I were hanging out watching the game. He started to tell me all about this former classmate of his who just died. He attended her celebration of life via zoom the day before. Tilly Van Egman. He told me he didn’t date her, wasnt even a friend in school, but at the last class reunion they chatted, whatever. He described her as an eccentric woman. Wore loud, bright clothes. 6ft tall. Basketball player. I asked him if they dated, he said “No, she was too tall for me.” He continue to describe her too me. Vibrant, full of life. Loved to drink and have a good time. Was a succesfful real estate agent and the love of her life were her two sons. Hes going on and on. Im curious to even why he attended the zoom. Of course he did because he was called too, unknowingly he was meant too, and to be talking with me about this woman who I don’t know and HE barley knew, apparently. Regardless as hes chatting about her, I feel the shift. “Oh fuck.” I think to myself. I notice it getting pretty stong. My change in vibration, as hes telling me all about her. My Twin is right next to me the whole time, listening to my dad ramble on. My veil is thin. Im easily accessible and I can feel the reach out. She’s trying to come through. It starts small, but the intensity grows. Towards the end of the conversation my dad says, “Hey you know that song, 3 little birds by Bob Marley? Everyone sang that for her. It was pretty cool. Neat lady.”

We hung up the phone and the ascension symptoms get worse and I can tell she’s really trying. “Oh fuck.” Because I’m sitting there and it gets out of my control. And I’m in my TwinFlame’s fucking living room. He doesn’t or wouldn’t know what to say and I don’t talk to him about what I experience, for the most part. I pretend to watch the game but my mind starts to drift to the 5D and I feel like I’m being pulled out of my body. Its hard to explain. I know I’m sitting there, in the living room, but I’m not there. My breathe quickens, my heart is pounding and Im wondering if he can sense it, because he gets off the couch and does some laundry. When I’m left there alone things go wild. My eyes wont stop darting, I feel like my body is magnetized. Hell, I’m not even in it anymore, barley. And I know it’s her. And she starts to come through. I see in the corner the change of energy in the air. The linear lines of a small area on one side of the tv and the fireplace next to it, start to shift and liquify as she trys to show up. And I tell myself, outside of my body looking in, Kelsey! Kelsey! Kelsey, stop. You have to stop. Not here, not now. Not here. But I couldn’t stop it. It was out of my control. It was meant to happen. I just don’t know why yet.

My Twin came and sat back down and it’s like she vanished, released me and backed off. My mind was racing and I was tripping the fuck out, but obviously didn’t tell him that I just had a crazy out of body expierence and “Hey! by the way, that lady my dad was just mentioning, tried to reach me from the other side….”

3 little birds…….nothing is a coincidence. Nothing. I’ve owned only two dogs in my life. Both since passed but Tilly was my Great Dane. I have her paw print on my left forearm. My Twin has neighbors behind him directly that have 3 Danes. Over at his house when I hear their deep, powerful barks, it always has touched my heart. Shook my soul and resonated. Another “ear perk” of the soul, as I mentioned.

Today she keeps trying and I had another, same, moment, just sitting at my desk. Very intense. I feel levitated, not in my body. I’m drawn to look at this paper I have taped and hanging by my computer. The lines of the computer monitor to the left of this paper start to curve and the paper seems to blow slightly, like a breeze has entered the office. This paper hasn’t moved since I’ve hung it. There is no breeze. No fan. I know its her. I just don’t know why or what she wants. My dad sent me her obituary and I saw her neices name. Kelsey. Spelled exactly the same and everything. So odd. I just don’t get it. What and WHY, Me? I havent meditated since the phone call with my Dad but I’ll be interested to see what happens when I do. I’d like some clarity on my role and what it has to do with this woman, because she’s trying very hard. Ill keep you posted.

Love & Light, Kelsey