In This Issue . . .

• Thoughts From Suzane
• Calendar of Events
• The Suzane Northrop Show
• Because You Asked
• On a Personal Note

I was thinking about one of the questions I answered in this month's newsletter when I got a phone call from my very dear friend in Florida. We go way back. I was there when her mom passed. Later, I presided over the ceremony when her sister got married. I have to tell you that it was very big in their family to have me preside over the wedding - my friend and her sister both felt like it was like having their mom present. The couple has now been very happily married for 14 years and they have two wonderful daughters.

The loss of their mother for all of them was deeply difficult, but especially for my friend since her mother also was quite literally her best friend. But . . . not to digress . . . she and I were chatting on the phone when she asked, "Do you know where Millport, New York is?" I said, "I not only know of it, but it's not far from where my mother grew up. Why?"

She then proceeded to tell me of a very special experience that happened to her the day after Mother's Day. But before I relate that story here, let me first point out that the questions I am called upon to answer as a medium often have a bit of this: "How do I know that I've been contacted?" For so many people, that need for confirmation is paramount. When asked this question, my response usually reflects what I like to call "the BIG trust." You've got to trust the process. It helps also to know the many ways that our DP's might connect with us.

It was during that conversation with my friend that all this came up, as she was telling me of her experience. I asked if she would mind my sharing her story with you here in the newsletter. She said ok, and so . . . here it is. I believe you will find it as fascinating as I did, and loaded with tons of love. Some might say, "The DP's over-did it this time!" See what you think. Here goes, a prime example that "Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."

In April, I had to go up north for a family function. Seeing as my trip was taking me to the D.C. area, I jumped at the chance to contact a very dear friend whom I had not physically seen in twenty-five years. Although we did keep in touch, our communications were few and far in between. We had been like sisters, and she was like another daughter to my mother, who passed over years ago. It was thrilling to find, as suspected, that twenty-five years simply vanished, like there had been no gap at all. After a few short days, I moved on to my family function, and then it was time to head home . . . back to work, back to "normal."

Came Monday, the day after Mother's Day. I was still feeling a bit low, as Mother's Day is always a difficult one for me. I busied myself with work, listening to music, and surfing around online. My phone rang in the early afternoon. My caller ID revealed only upstate New York. I didn't recognize the number, but I have dear friends upstate, so I figured maybe it might be one of them. I answered the phone and a voice said, "Hello, I'm trying to reach Sarah Smith."

I replied, "There's no Sarah here, you must have the wrong number."

But instead of the usual "Sorry," the woman continued, "Well, is there a Steven Smith?"

"No, I'm sorry, no Steven either. You have the wrong number."

There was a silence, and then a voice that sounded so disappointed, but continued to inquire, "Well, do you know a Sarah or Steven Smith?"

At this point, something deep inside me started to churn. I felt bad. I could tell from the woman's voice that she was elderly, and crushed. I replied, "No Honey, I'm sorry, I don't."

Again a silence, and I could not bring myself to hang up. She started to speak again. "I'm looking for a very dear friend who I lost contact with thirty-five years ago when she moved to the Lauderdale area. She was like a sister to me. I've been searching and searching." As she went on, she sounded more and more disappointed, and defeated. She told me her name was Rose, which is my sister's middle name. She told me she was born in 1923, the same year my mother was born. I asked her how she came to call my number, and she replied that her son had given her a list of numbers as part of a Mother's Day present . . . a fresh start for a new search for her dear friend. My number was the first on her list.

I concluded that the son had searched the phone book for any S. Smiths in South Florida, which included me. It all started to add up. A once dear friend . . . lost for so many years . . . Mother's Day . . . 1923. "Do not pass go, do not collect $200.00."

Without even thinking, and before I knew it, I was offering to help Rose, asking if she had any additional information on her friend's whereabouts. An old address, anything? The Aquarian in me makes for a rather good private detective. I was already on the computer, so the search was on.

As Rose kept talking, I kept searching. "We raised our children together," she said. "And the last time we saw each other was at Sarah's son's wedding, thirty-five years ago."

I was still searching on the computer. A good amount of time had passed when suddenly, yet hesitantly, I said, "Rose, what is her husband's name? . . . I think I might be on to something here."

"Oh my, oh my. I miss her so," she replied.

My searching continued. "Rose! I think I might have found her."

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"Rose, I have two numbers I want you to try. I think one or both of them could possibly be your friend. Put them on the top of your list."

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she kept repeating.

I gave her the two numbers, stressing that she should put them both on the top of her list. I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes. For deep down, I knew it was the right number.

"Oh my God!" she kept saying. "How can I ever thank you?"

"Rose, if this is your friend, then that is thanks enough. Go call," I said.

Rose happily agreed, but then said, "Wait, before I hang up. I don't even know your name!" So I told her, and she continued. "I don't want to impose, but would you mind terribly if I called you back to let you know what happens?"

I told her that I would love for her to call me back. After all, I was now invested, and I wanted to know the outcome. I hung up, feeling a warmth and a smile, remembering my reunion with my dear friend just a few weeks ago.

Within three minutes, my phone was ringing again with a call from upstate New York. I anxiously answered, "Rose?"

Silence . . . then suddenly, sniffles, followed by Rose's voice. "Oh my God! It's her, it's her! It's my friend! Oh my God! You found her. How can I ever thank you? I called the number. She answered. I recognized her voice immediately. And she recognized mine. After all these years! I was crying, she was crying, we were both so overwhelmed! We decided we would hang up, gain our composure, and speak in a few minutes. Now I don't know what to do first. Call my son, call my daughter, or call my friend back!" And with that, Rose's call waiting kicked in. "Oh! Oh! It's her! It's my friend!"

I told her, "Go, Rose. Go talk to your friend. Good luck!"

"Thank you, thank you," replied Rose.

I didn't hear back so two days later, I felt compelled to call Rose. She said she was still overwhelmed by the whole situation and how it played out. She said she could not stop thinking about it and she was going to call me later that same day. As we settled into a very nice conversation, we exchanged stories about our families and our lives. All the while, she never felt like a stranger. She was kind and warm, a good soul, and my conversation with Rose flowed, not like one between strangers, but like a talk between old friends. It was like we'd known each other for a very long time. Like we had been reunited. Comfortable and natural.

During our conversation, Rose kept trying to tell me something, but she kept stopping. Each time I could feel the anxiousness, and the hesitation. Rose would start by saying, "I don't know how you feel about this . . ." Or "I'm reluctant to tell you this . . ." but would always then finish by saying, "Well, maybe sometime I'll tell you a story about my mother." As the conversation continued, so did Rose's attempt to tell me something, until finally she said, "I'm going to take a chance and tell you something. I don't usually talk about this. I don't want you to think I'm crazy, but . . ."

. . . and she went on to tell me that her mother passed many years ago, but in spite of that, she still spoke to her. "Is that crazy?" she asked. "Because I swear it is true."

I assured her that I did not think she was crazy, and revealed that I too, speak to my mother who has passed on. Rose continued, "Whenever I need help, I ask my mother to help me, and she comes to me in a dream to give me the answers. I asked her to please help me find my friend, and she came to me and told me she would take care of it. The next thing I knew, out of the blue, my son decided to surprise me by trying to find my friend, but couldn't find much. But he did help me, because he led me to you. Your number was first, and I was led to you."

Rose and Sarah are now in constant touch. They are thrilled to have been reunited, and they plan on seeing each other in the fall, when Rose makes a trip down to Florida. Plans have also been made for me to meet Rose and Sarah.

Oh, and one more thing. After all of this, it ends up that Sarah not only lives in the same city as me, she lives only five blocks away from my home!

Rose and I agreed that none of this was coincidence, that it was much more than that. The "wrong number" that turned out to be the right number.

Yes indeed! God's way, with our loved ones jumping in, and not really being so anonymous after all.

Happy August to all!

Warmly,
Suzane

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The first question in this newsletter was sent to me by Zia:

Hello Suzane,

I have lost 13 people over the course of my life, starting with our adopted brother when I was 9. He was 17 and he died of an accidental drug overdose. Another was my boyfriend when I was 20, and then my mom died in my arms when I was 34.

I have had numerous visits and "strange" occurrences in my life constantly since I was a child. I would have to say the most amazing was an incident I had with my computer. I was responding to a business letter, and pressed reply. Just then my phone rang. I went to answer the phone and when I came back, there was written I LOVE YOU in my reply box!!! No one was home,and there was no explanation to how it appeared. I know I am SO blessed and to have such obvious messages.

Once I woke up and my speaker was turned around! Door chains have locked by themselves. Things moved, messages everywhere, one flower taken out of a vase and left on another table. An old modeling photo of my mom appearing in a magazine, waving, which was found and shown to me on Mother's Day!

When there are SO many DP's, is it possible to know who is contacting you?

Thank you.
Wishing you an amazing day!
Zia

Zia:
You are right! You have so many DP's who have, without question, let you know that they are around. As to who it might be, trust your instincts and first impressions when all these marvelous events occur. What I know to be always true is that they let us know in so many ways . . . and you are proof of that!

I want more than anything to commend you on opening yourself to listen while not questioning all of these "little" yet powerful validations. And yes, "they" do love those computers!

Continued blessings and connections to you,
Suzane

This second question was sent to me by Ellie:

Hello,

I need some helpful advice.

I lost my mom February 7, 2008. I went to a medium recently. He was recommended by several people. The medium was very good at throwing out initials and speaking generalizations. But everything he said was general and not specific to my family. It felt very un-genuine and as a result, I feel terrible. I was holding onto the theory that my Mom is watching over me, and I look for signs everywhere. Now I feel totally skeptical and it saddens me to think of her lifeless body as all that exists.

Can you help me to try and regain some belief because now I doubt all of this talk of the spiritual hereafter, etc. Many thanks for your time; I am in a lot of pain.

Yours truly,
Ellie

Ellie:

First . . . please accept my deepest respect and feelings for your loss. I must be completely honest with you in that I never discuss other professionals' sessions. If I am not there to witness what exactly occurred, I can't fairly comment on what did or did not happen, the information given about whoever or whatever, etc.

Now . . . let's get to what's really important . . . and that's your faith. You should allow NO ONE, and I repeat NO ONE, to rock your faith in God, your Higher Power, Higher Consciousness, etc. Whatever your belief, know that your mother is in that special place. Rather than focus on sessions that did not turn out as expected, trust in knowing and believing in your mother's continuing love. Let no one undermine that place or connection. NEVER give that power to another. That connection is reserved for your Higher Consciousness, in relationship to the God-consciousness.

Blessings,
Suzane

This final question was asked by Janet:

Hello Suzane,

Almost two years ago, my husband became a missing person. He left a note letting me know that he was going for a walk and he's been missing since then. He had many medical issues and walking in itself wasn't easy for him. My heart and "gut" told me that day that something happened to him in the woods, and that he had crossed into the light. I do know that something much bigger than I ever imagined possible stepped in and has given me the strength and courage needed to continue on. We continue to search for his remains, but haven't had any luck yet. Does my husband have any messages for me that might help us to find him so that we can bring him "home" and get the peace and closure we all pray for?

And . . . in November '07, I lost my job of 26 years due to a reorganization. I've been working two part-time jobs while searching for full-time employment, but don't seem to be gaining any ground. Any insights into employment for me?

Thanks Suzane, any help or insights would be much appreciated. I love your newsletters!

Peace . . .
Janet

Janet,
First I commend you for your amazing spirit, strength and trust . . . all of which is very much needed for all that your have endured and continue to endure. As a matter of policy, I never comment on whether or not "missing persons" are still here in the physical. But let me say that thru his note, he has in his own way expressed his love for you. Although there are unresolved questions, his love should remain in your heart, and help you persevere.

And I'm very sorry, but providing psychic readings regarding job opportunities and the like is not my area of expertise, though I wish you all the luck in the world with that challenge, as well.

Hoping for all the best for your heart, mind and soul, in these very challenging times.
Suzane

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These wise words from Mother Theresa recently found their way into my email box:

The fruit of prayer is the deepening of love, deepening of faith. If we believe, we will be able to pray, and the fruit of love is service. Therefore, works of love are always works of peace, and to be able to put our hearts and hands into loving service we must know God, we must know God is love, that He loves us and that He has created us - each one of us - for greater things."