I’d never let a spirit hop onboard for longer than a few minutes. But again, something seated in my soul guided me to do it. So I decided to give it a shot. Stepping aside would be like putting myself to sleep to let the spirit become dominant. No awareness—or very little—is maintained during that time. Only one fellow medium I know of had ever done it, and she’d been relieved when it was over. But she’d not been doing it for so noble a cause. I trusted Lanie and Elijah, and apparently I trusted them enough to put my life and awareness in their hands. I finished my shower and towel dried my hair. I pulled on little drawstring pants and a lightweight black sweater. I sat on his bed and ran my hands over the bedding for a few minutes, the smooth cotton soothing my racing heart. It was a leap of faith, and I’d already made up my mind, but nerves are nerves. They need to run their course. “You okay?” he asked from the doorway. “Fine. Just…” I took a deep breath, blew it out to show him.
