We held a group session at Santa Barbara, California. One of Marti's pictures drawn was of a Hispanic man. When I showed the picture to the audience, no one recognized him.
I asked the spirit for evidence of who he was. I felt him present and he began speaking to me, telling me he was killed by a large semi truck, which had crossed a four lane highway, struck a car and killed him.
Almost all the people in the room began to realize who he might be. They remembered an accident over a year earlier involving a truck, hauling two trailers full of gravel which after losing its brakes and crossing a four lane highway, plowed into a house at the back of a motel. It killed a man, his wife and son in the house. The truck driver survived.
No one in the room knew what the man who died looked like, so it was impossible to say if he was the man in the picture I was holding.
The next day, our friend Linda, who had been at the meeting, went to the motel hoping to find the owner. Luckily, the assistant manager was there. She spoke with him about the accident and the man that had died. He told her he knew the man who was killed so then our friend produced the portrait Marti had drawn. Without hesitation, he immediately responded, "That's him!" The name of the man that was killed was Leon Leonel.
They talked some more. He told her he would have died too, if the truck had not swerved the way it did. Then he took her back to where the house used to be and showed her where the body of Leon and the young boy were found.
Linda noticed that, strangely, a tall weed was growing in the spot where Leon died. Another plant marked the spot where the boy had died along with his mother. The rest of the land was barren.
The motel is scheduled to be torn down and a hotel built there, but there is a large oak tree which will be left with a special memorial plaque to the family.
We were able to go on the Internet when we arrived home, finding out about this terrible tragedy. Marti searched the web sites, but found no pictures of Leon Leonel.
Oddly, we had driven right past the motel to get to the house where the meeting was held. Marti told me she remembered looking at the name for some reason: Hope Motel.
It is my hope that Leon succeeds in reaching out to those affected by this tragedy. I did feel that he had forgiveness for the driver of the truck.
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