The Power of Spiritual Bonds in Times of Crisis

Picture this: a lively October night in 2014, where I found myself lost in the music of a concert, only to be pulled into a world of urgency by a frantic call from a dear friend. Her autistic son had disappeared during a neighborhood street party in California, and her voice was filled with desperation. 

As I reached out across the miles, I relied on my intuition to offer comfort and guidance. What unfolded was nothing short of miraculous—a vivid psychic vision that led us to her son, safe and sound, proving not only the power of intuition but also the unbreakable bonds of belief and hope that sustain us during crisis.

Reflecting on that night, I realized the extraordinary strength of friendship that stretches beyond physical boundaries. In this episode, I share how these emotional ties became a powerful beacon, lighting the path from fear to relief. The stars that night reminded me of the immense gratitude I feel for the connections that uplift us, even from afar. 

As you listen, I invite you to embrace these stories of friendship, intuition, and hope, and to stay connected for more explorations into the mysteries of spirituality and the unseen ties that bind us. To follow my journey and stay updated on future conversations, be sure to visit my website and join me on social media.

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Episode Transcript

Jay Lane (00:01):
Get ready to be captivated and intrigued as we
delve into my life of spiritsand all things paranormal.
Join me, your host, Jay Lane,on The Laneway to Spirit, as I
share my stories and personalexperiences in the hopes of
inspiring others to exploretheir own spirituality.

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Grab your favorite mug andsettle in and let's get started.
It was a beautiful and coolOctober evening in 2014, and a

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sea of excitement and energysurrounded me as I attended a
concert where my cousin GilGrand performed.
The vibrant lights flashed insync with the rhythm of the
music, the crowd was swayinglike waves under the beat of the
drums and there was laughterand cheers.
That filled the air, and itcreated such an amazing

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atmosphere of joy andcelebration.
And it created such an amazingatmosphere of joy and
celebration.
However, amid this whirlwind ofsound and color, my phone
buzzed sharply, pulling mecompletely out of the moment,
and I glanced down at the screenand saw a name of a close
friend from California, a namethat was all too familiar yet
now heavy with urgency.

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Hello, I answered, my heartalready racing at the tone of
her voice.
It was frantic, tinged withfear that sent chills down my
spine.
A friend, a single mother whomanaged.
A high-profile celebrity was indistress.
Her voice trembled as sheexplained that her 16-year-old
son, who was non-functioningautistic, had gone missing

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during a street party in theirneighborhood.
He just rode off on his bike.
She said her words, tumblingout in a rush.
He didn't even notice thestreet barriers.
I'm terrified.
It's been hours.
Jay and the police are lookingfor him, but what if they don't
find him?
The gravity of her situationsank in like a stone.

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I could hear the commotion inthe background, voices of her
family members, the distant whirof police sirens, the thump of
helicopters overhead.
I could feel the tensionradiating through the phone.
Where are you?
I asked her my voice steady,trying to offer her a tether in
the storm of her panic.

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She quickly provided her addressand I pulled up Google Maps, my
mind racing alongside thethoughts of her son out there
alone in the world.
As I listened to her describethe area, I closed my eyes and I
tried to visualize it.
The neighborhood was a blend ofmodest homes and vibrant

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streets, the kind of place wherekids rode their bikes without
care in the world.
But her son, different frommost children, didn't fully
grasp the implications of hisactions.
He was adventurous and curiousin his own way, free-spirited.
Yet his innocence in the faceof danger was now a source of

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agony for his mother.
I just know he's scared.
She sobbed.
He's always been so trustingand he's never been alone, jay.
What if he wanders into thewrong place?
Or what if someone takesadvantage of him?
I don't know what to do.
Her desperation was real,echoing through the phone line,
wrapping around me like a coldfog.

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So I took a deep breath and Igrounded myself and I said to
her listen, and I'm trying tochannel a sense of calm into my
voice.
I have a feeling about this.
I truly believe that he's okay.
I think he just wanted to gohave fun.
The words felt almost surrealas they left my lips, but deep
down inside I felt a flicker ofcertainty.

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We continued to speak and Itried to piece together a
clearer picture of the timeline.
He had disappeared around 6 pmand with the time difference, it
was now nearing 9 pm inCalifornia.
The panic of not knowing wassettling heavily on her and I
kept my focus sharp, channelingall of the positive energy I

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could muster into theconversation.
They'll find him.
I'm convinced.
It will be before midnight,your time.
I could see him.
I could see him.
He's in a pool, he's near aschool.
I said the words flowing out ofme like a prophecy.
As strange as it sounded, Ifelt a psychic sense wash over

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me.
I envisioned her son splashingin the water with laughter
mingling with the sounds ofrippling waves.
I felt that he was carefree andfilled with a sense of
adventure rather than fear.
Maybe he had seen the pool fromafar and, with his youthful
exuberance, decided to exploreit.
In my mind I could picture him,his dark hair slicked back,

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water dripping from his chin.
The image was vibrant and clear, a stark contrast to the grim
reality his mother was facing.
I'll hold on to that hope, shesaid to me, her voice a mixture
of disbelief and relief.
We spoke a few more times withher, giving me updates about the
search efforts.

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Each time I tried to reassureher, encouraging her to maintain
faith and to have the policesearch pools with schools nearby
.
I felt the weight of that nightsettling in and I stood outside
the concert venue for a moment,gazing up at the stars
beginning to twinkle against thedeepening sky.

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It felt so surreal knowing thaton one end of the continent, a
celebration was taking place,while on the other a mother was
desperately searching for herson.
As hours passed, the concertcontinued to thrum with energy
around me, but my mind wasconsumed by thoughts of my

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friend and her son.
Each note that filled the airfelt muted, almost insignificant
compared to the lives that hungin the balance.
I glanced at my phone, willingit to ring, but it remained
silent, a reminder of theuncertainty that gripped us both
.
At last, past 11 pm, californiatime, my phone rang, my heart

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leaped and I instinctivelyanswered without looking.
Hello, I said breathlessly withanticipation.
It was her voice, but now itwas laced with a different
energy, one that pulsed withrelief and with joy.
They found him.
She exclaimed her words rushingout in an exuberant torrent

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he's safe, jay.
He was swimming in a pool neara school.
Tears of relief streamed downmy face as I closed my eyes,
visualizing her son splashingjoyfully in the water, a big
smile on his face, and I said Iknew it.
I knew it, overwhelmed by theintensity of emotion flooding

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through me.
I knew they would find him.
The joy of her voice felt likea warm embrace wrapping around
my heart as she recounted howthe police had received a call
from someone who had spotted himgiggling and enjoying himself
in the cool water just a fewmiles from home.
I can't thank you enough, shesaid, her voice breaking

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slightly.
You gave me hope when I felt solost.
In that moment, the weight ofthe world felt lifted, replaced
with a vibrant glow of gratitudeand relief.
I could hear her son in thebackground laughing a sound that
was music to my ears.
As I got home, I couldn't helpbut reflect on the night's

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events.
Life has such a way ofintertwining joy and fear,
laughter and tears, and in thedelicate balance we often find
the strength that we didn't knowwe had.
That evening taught me aboutthe resilience of the human
spirit and the deep connectionswe share with one another.
We may not always understandthe events that unfold in our

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lives, but sometimes intuitionguides us towards the light.
As I hung up the phone, I nowcarried a different weight the
triumphant joy of a motherreunited with her son, a
reminder that, amidst chaos,love always finds a way to shine
through.

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In the end.
The night turned from one ofworry to one of celebration, and
I learned that, no matter thedistance, we're never truly
alone in our struggles.
And as I looked up at thetwinkling stars, I felt a
renewed sense of gratitude forthe bonds of friendship and the
strength we can draw from oneanother in our darkest moments.

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Thank you so much for listeningin.
I hope you have an absolutelybeautiful week ahead and until
next time, we'll talk to youagain real soon.
Bye, bye.
Thanks for listening in.
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