MY NAME IS TODD LEE. THEY CALL ME "THE SPIRIT WHISPERER." THIS IS MY STORY.

Five years ago, I was living a fairly normal life. I had a wife and her two children from a previous marriage, whom I was happy to adopt and call my own. We lived in a modest three-bedroom house in the suburbs. I had a middle management job at a mid-sized corporation. Pretty much all my free time was spent with my life-long best friend, "Buddy". We shared a bond unlike any other. We were so in tune, it was as if we could read each other’s thoughts. 
  Buddy and I met on the school playground in fifth grade. I was the new kid, having just transferred a week before school started. I was overweight, mixed-race, small for my age, wore thick glasses, and was terrible at sports—an easy target for bullies. 
  One day after school, three sadistic boys decided to wait for me so they could beat me up. I tried to run, but I was too slow and they caught me. They surrounded me, shoving me back and forth, calling me names, telling me how they were going to “kick my ass.” I didn’t know what to do, so I covered my face and tried to protect myself, bracing for the inevitable. Then, out of nowhere, Buddy appeared. He shoved my three tormentors to the ground and firmly declared, “Enough!” They got the message and never bothered me again. 
  Buddy was the biggest, strongest kid in class. He was everything I wasn’t. No one argued with him. “Hey, thanks man,” I said. “But why did you go to bat for me?” “For you?” he replied. “Naw, I came over here to save them from YOU. I could see you were about to let them have it.” That was the kind of guy Buddy was. He was helpful, but he never made you feel inferior.
  That day was the beginning of our life-long friendship, but tragically, it would be cut short, on March 13, 2020. 
  The COVID pandemic had begun a few months earlier. At first, we didn’t think much of it, it seemed like they were exaggerating the danger. Until one day, Buddy’s wife texted me—he had been diagnosed with the disease. I called immediately. He was in bed, but she let me speak to him. “You old faker,” I kidded him, “trying to get some free sick time?” “Yeah, you know me too well,” he replied. But there was something different in his voice. He sounded awful. “Hang in there, old pal,” I told him. He didn’t answer. His wife took the phone. She told me he couldn’t talk anymore and needed his rest. Buddy had always been strong and healthy. He watched his diet and worked out every day. I told myself, “He’ll be okay. Nothing to worry about.”
  I couldn’t have been more wrong. Five days later, my cell-phone rang. When I saw the name on the caller ID, a lump formed in my throat—a feeling of dread came over me. It was Buddy’s wife, with the worst news imaginable. When Buddy died, it was like part of me died too. We had been inseparable in life. I had experienced loss before—grandparents, aunts, uncles—but nothing ever hit me as hard as this.
  I fell into a deep hole of depression. I was inconsolable. I began to drink heavily to dull the pain. My work suffered. My marriage suffered worse. After five months, I decided I couldn’t go on any longer. I planned to end my life. I was a broken man. My wife had left me and taken our kids. I decided that tomorrow would be my last day. My plan was to get drunk, go into the garage, start the car, and let the fumes take me away from my pain. I had a few drinks, then a few more. I started the car, then I passed out. 
  There, in my unconscious state, I had the most realistic dream I have ever had, at least I THOUGHT it was a dream. In the dream, Buddy appeared to me. He told me it was not my time to go. There was much I still needed to do here on Earth. He explained to me that I was a “Contactor”, I had the ability to communicate with the spirit world. He explained that he, too, had the ability, but neither of us ever knew about  it because we never believed in such things, so we never tried. 
  A Contactor in the spirit world can only communicate with a small group of people in the earthly world. And a Contactor in the earthly world can only communicate with a small group of spirits in the spirit world. But two Contactors—one here and one there—can communicate almost like a telephone conversation. He told me that, through meditation, I could communicate with him in the future, and he instructed me exactly how to do it. 
  The next thing I knew, I was wide awake in my car. It had stopped running somehow, even though there was a full tank of gas and nothing mechanically wrong with the car. Had I turned the key off in my unconscious state? There were no exhaust fumes, and somehow, I was no longer drunk. Not only that, but I felt better than I had in years, as if I just KNEW everything would be okay.
  The next day, I decided to see if I could really contact Buddy. I had to prove to myself, one way or another, if what had happened was real, or just my mind playing tricks on me. I did as Buddy instructed in the dream, and sure enough—it worked! He explained how he was able to communicate with other spirits, and he gave me a message from my grandfather who had passed when I was a boy. 
  A feeling of calm and peacefulness came over me. Since that day, I have had no craving for alcohol. I live every day in a constant state of inner peace and contentment. My life is back on track, and I am working hard to win back the love and trust of my family by being the kind of husband and father they deserve.
  In one of my communications with Buddy, we spoke about all the people in the world who have suffered the loss of a loved one, without the chance to say goodbye or tell them how much they loved them and how desperate and hopeless they must feel. He told me the spirit would is FULL of individuals who feel the same way. So many of them left our world without saying "thank you" or "I'm sorry I wasn't the best mother or father". 
  Together, we hit upon an idea to help them both. I realized the source of much of their anxiety is a lack of closure: the person passed and we never got a chance to tell them something, or they never got a chance to tell us. Between us, we realized, we could help by delivering messages to and from the spirit world. That's what this website is all about!