WHO AM I - mILI?
The story of how I became a Comfort Reader
One warm summer day in 2018 - when I was 26 - I spent the day with my mother and her close friend. She was 10 years older than my mother, but they were still best friends and had known each other for almost 30 years. We had a wonderful day and were about to head home because the sun was starting to set - it was around 9pm. My mother's friend insisted that we should still go on a short boat trip to the archipelago. "Next time", my mother tried to dissuade her from the idea. It was already late and the next day we would have an early wake-up call. My mother's friend continued: "Come with me." So we went on a beautiful, peaceful and intimate boat trip to the quiet Helsinki archipelago, with swans gliding past a small, turned-off motorboat, the sun setting on the shore behind a spruce forest. It was a particularly beautiful evening.
A week later I was going to bed in my student apartment. I was tired, I was ready to fall asleep. I had a long day of cycling in the forest behind me. My friend and roommate were already asleep in their room. I drew the curtains, turned off the lights and went to lie down on the bed. Sleep would come soon. My eyelids were starting to feel heavy.
Suddenly I sat up in my bed, shocked, blinking awake. Someone had spoken clearly into my left ear. A woman. "Tell your mother I'm fine." A short sentence. Someone was inside our apartment. I turned on all the lights and went to check the bathroom, the hallway, the kitchen. There was no one there. Trembling, I pulled the blanket around me and sat in the corner chair at our kitchen table. I sat without moving for about an hour and a half. Then I called my mother: "I heard Liisa's voice." There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Liisa died yesterday. She was on a bike ride with her husband and grandchildren. They stopped for a drink, and Liisa sat down on a well, squeezed her chest with a small movement, and then fell down. They tried to resuscitate her to no avail. She had a massive heart attack. Her aorta ruptured and she was gone before she hit the ground."
After Liisa died, I saw and heard her speak to me twice on different occasions. Once in a restaurant we visited together that summer and once in the morgue, where I was supporting my mother as Liisa's body was displayed. After that, I didn't think much about what I had experienced because I didn't believe I could consciously control what I was experiencing. Later in life, I really realized the weight of this ability. I could no longer return to the social work that I had been programmed to do since school. My path through this life would be different.
I came under the teaching of Swedish professional medium Annevi Petersson in 2019. That was a turning point. Over time, people began to share information that I was channeling messages from the beyond. People began calling me and asking me to contact specific people on their behalf for guidance. As I accepted my gift and path, I realized that I had barely scratched the surface of what was to come. I now feel confident enough to share this knowledge and gift with other sensitive souls like you. If you are reading this, it is no coincidence. Spirit communication can be practiced like a muscle and can bring extreme joy and comfort to people in the midst of grief.