Othersidepsychic, TV Shows

As I sat there watching a tv ghost show with my friend the other night, I realized I was telling him what was in the house, where it was and why. I seem to ruin any good ghost shows because I can see it before they even say it on the tv.  That can really spoil the reason for watching the GHOSTIE shows as I like to refer to them. Whenever I come home from traveling, that is what we like to do. Sit around and try to be scared. Of course it doesn’t. work. It takes something really off the wall to scare me. Something I have not seen in the paranormal field. Of which, I am sure I will someday.

As I travel today back to my home, I am faced with the fact I did not buy any white sage to sage my little apartment. I have some spirits who hang out in the back bedroom and hallway. Actually, I have about five in my house. I don’t know the history per say but then I don’t need to research the history. I can see it. There are imprints left from the arguing the gay couple had before I moved in and some of the violence I know existed. My house is old. I do know an older person died in my house and it is a woman. Then I picked up a couple of strangers who hang with me with my identical twin sister.

So, once I get to where I am going, I will go get some sage. That will only hold them at bay for a short period of time.

Othersidepsychic, Nightmare of a Death Shroud

I went to bed just like any other night, keeping the attachments at bay by telling them to step outside my bedroom door if they were not of God and his white light. They do. One in particular hangs out right in the hallway, even with all the lights turned on at night. My neighbors must think I am crazy sleeping with all the lights on, but I have to. As you will read.

So sleep came pretty fast. Then came the nightmare. I was in my old house I grew up in, in SC and it was dark in the house, no real lights on, or so it appeared to be and Amy my twin was there, even though I could not see her. I felt her.
Then as I laid down on the bed to sleep at the house, a giant sheet came and attached itself to the doorway, like it was being sucked against the frame, blocking me from exiting. Like a plastic wrap or membrane over the doorway. Another sheet came at me and intent on wrapping itself around me but I deflected it with my cross around my neck. I fought it off. It was being caused by a ghost that I could not see but I could feel. A very dark and powerful entity was trying to kill me. I started chasing it with my cross telling it to leave but I couldnt utter the word. No words would come from my throat, just gutteral sounds. When the sheet blocking the door fell down with the appearance of the cross, I ran out into the hall chasing the ghost and in front of me were two more sheets being pulled toward me by the ghost on the floor. Inching slowly, creeping towards me, I saw them move but I could not see what was pulling them, and it was coming right for me. The anger in me grew to the point it was do or die in my dream and I have died in my dreams repeatedly but not by the hand of a evil entity. Why I asked, why me? I remembered trying to yell, to scream anything to tell it to leave but nothing would come from my lips. They were frozen. Only a few syllables escaped my mouth. It was enough. The anger I felt towards this entity was enough to make it leave. The cross around my neck, I held toward it and it ran. Then I remember screaming for my deceased twin sister. I repeatedly screamed her name. Suddenly, I woke myself up. Terrified, breathing hard and absolutely unsure of what I had just experienced. Amy was gone too. She was gone. The atmosphere in the house had changed from depression and gloom of a dark entity to a feeling of being at peace and it was but a dream.
However, in the dream, the ghost, everything appeared real. It was trying to block me, to keep in and to eventually smother me. I assume it was trying to wrap me in a shroud if it could. Even though I managed to chase it away in the process, I was still crying for Amy.
If anyone has a different meaning to what I experienced, I invite you to share with me how you interpret this dream.

Othersidepsychic, Tested by Skeptic

I was recently “tested” by another supposedly psychic-skeptic. It was relayed to me through my mother who was online with him. He found out I was a psychic and medium. Then the questions started the minute I gave him a compliment on his glasses. Mind you, I am thousands of miles away from him. From me telling him the color of the van he drove, that he wrecked, of which I told him I saw it wrecked, to the year it was made, to the shape of the glasses he wears to the blue object in his home that I saw. Even down to the underwear in his closet sitting on the floor of which he denied.
You can’t hide much from me. I also saw him and I know this person does not have a gift like mine. I also told him about the spirits in in his house to the ghost outside his house. He confirmed all of this.

If you don’t believe someone like me, that’s fine. Just stop with the constant barrage of questions to catch the psychic in a missed answer. I told him if he didn’t stop I would flatten his tire or send more ghosts to his house. I really didn’t mean it but hey, I was getting fed up. Like the Liberty Mutual insurance company ad, “Hey, we are not perfect.” We are here to carry a message of hope and love from the other side and to forewarn of , not to be tested constantly or have contests to prove who is the better psychic. I have been called one of the most accurate psychic-mediums out there. I am just here to carry a message, a message of hope, love, from the other side.

I do my job to help others, not to prove to others that I am real. Do you really think I would attach the name psychic to my name? Do you have any idea how painful that can be, how I have lived my life being ridiculed by others, cast aside, shunned? Do you really think any normal person would do this on a regular basis? Absolutely not. We still live in a world that conveys the impression of being a psychic and medium as scary, freaky, not normal, mentally ill. It is hard to fathom a gift you don’t have. Just as Einstein had a gift, most of us will never ever know, why is it so difficult to fathom a gift of knowing? Slowly as it brings enlightenment on tv with Long Island Medium and the Angel, we are learning, that we are not bad people, just people with a unique gift to offer closure from our loved ones on the other side.

You will know I am for real from the first minute you talk to me.

Othersidepsychic, photographs never lie

Photographs never lie. Look closely at family pictures. Do you see a golden or white small light in them near a loved one? Chances are it could be an orb. If you do have an orb in your picture, blow it up large, then look for a face in the orb. Chances are, it is a loved one that you lost. Orbs carry faces in them.  If you move into a new house, be sure to snap pictures and look closely. It might look like giant blurs or blobs. It could be realtives or it could be total strangers.

A friend of mine recently sent me a picture of her family photo and in that picture I saw three things happening. Two were not good but swooshing by her brother’s face was the essence of a spirit that was protecting him. Standing behind the family, especially behind her brother stood two demons, a small one but a much much larger force behind that.  Both negative and I saw some serious health issues accompanying those demons.

Just as my recent photograph catpured a spirit coming from the wall in the place I stayed, capturing spirit is not difficult. Just start snapping but be prepared for what might come through and things you might not want to see.

OtherSidePsychic, Yes, Your Brother is in the Back Seat with Me

I was riding home from the airport with two friends who picked me up late at night. Maureen rode in the front of the car and with me in the back seat was her deceased brother. That was difficult to tell her he was sitting in the back with me. It was kind of hard convincing Maureen that her brother was there for her,and when I mentioned another name for a deceased brother in her family that I had no knowledge of, now she was some sort of a believer.I didnt know she had another dead brother named Jack. Her brother sitting next to me in car mentioned “Cracker Jack”. This was as a reference to their brother who died before him. Jack.
She didn’t believe in hocus pocus, as that is what she called it. I told her, Maureen, I have a gift and that is to deliver a message of hope and closure to you with your brother. They relay imagery, symbols, and words and I have to help you put the pieces together. This was a kindergarten puzzle to piece together. Easy, simple. Most aren’t.
“Oh by the way, he said to tell you, he likes hanging out in the livingroom/kitchen area.” Of course she freaked out when I told her he was by her bedside after he died.
Her brother also told me to tell her, that she was at the jumping off point when he died. She agreed.She was. There were several ways she could of left this world but chose not to do it. I named those ways and she said yes. A confirmation that I could not have known about this except through her brother who was present for this.
He was there to protect herself from herself. A guardian angel found in a deceased brother.
The conversation continued for some time and I think when they dropped me off at my house, Maureen who didn’t believe, became a believer and can now go onto heal from the death of her brother

OtherSidePsychic, The Ghost in the Cabin

I wrote earlier about staying in a cabin with footsteps that had me unnerved. I knew it was a man but I never imagined my phone camera would capture the ghost by the bedroom I heard the noise coming from.
You be the judge. This photo has not been altered and it appears to be a man coming through the wall.
This picture was taken with all the curtains closed and the only light was the light from the bedroom next door. So it is not stray light causing this figure on the wall. The colors are different too. The color of this ghost appears to have human coloring on the skin, not white and the light is a different color as the ghost.

I knew I was not alone. Look at the right side of the photo.

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Other Side Psychic, 11:11, 1:11

Its to the point I know it has something to do with me personally, perhaps my spiritual fitness or perhaps it is  due to my gift.

We on occasion look up at the clock and see the numbers 11:11 or 1:11.

Well when you see it day in day out, twice, even three times a day, there might be a reason. I have heard it is because these numbers belong to half angels and half demons. That people who see it all the time are just that. I am no demon but yes, I can claim the devil made me do things on occasion.

That is pretty scary to think that could be the case. Usually when people see those numbers, they say a rhyme or even riddle after it.

I know I do, to the point of it being something like this: 11:11, God please bless my family, especially (and I name the ones who have passed.)who are in heaven.

There are several articles written on this number or collection of numbers and I know I am not alone in seeing it but when you see it everyday for days on end, there is a reason. Even this all knowing psychic and medium doesn’t know all the answers, especially when it comes to me. I can’t see for myself.

I had to share this because it is so prevalent in my life I wish I truly knew what it meant for me and why I am seeing it all the time.

I welcome comments on this subject from some of the bloggers I follow who have far more knowledge on this subject than I do.

OtherSidePsychic, The Cabin

I just got back from a kind of camping out. I stayed in a beautiful cabin in the mountains. Perfect for the month of September with the cool NY air and crisp bite when I awoke. It was just me, stinky cheese to eat and noosa yogurt and then I heard footsteps, upstairs. Pretty loud footsteps. Loud enough to get my attention kind of footsteps.  They stayed upstairs thank goodness. It was a pacing around, and kind of sounded like the spirit was upset I was there. I tried to make piece with the spirit by telling them I was not there stay, just passing through and that I meant no harm. After that I felt no harm but didn’t stay in the living room very much. In fact, I stayed in my room trying to ignore the  spirit.

I surmised from my gift it belonged to the person who lived or cared for the property long before my friend bought it. Not threatening but when the lights went out, I was thrown into pitch dark blackness and I hate total blackouts. I sleep with the lights on full blast and for reasons! Well, I believe that the entity upstairs also correlated with the basement, which was off the bathroom and I opened the door once. I immediately shut it. I did not get a good vibe from the basement. During the time I was there, I never opened it again nor decided to investigate it. I don’t go looking for trouble. Hey, it finds me easy enough. At one point, after I left, I was asked by someone who knows the property, “How did you like staying in the cabin.” I said, well, okay. I left it at that. When I saw the laughing smile come across her lips, I knew she knew something and didn’t want to tell me. I never let her know I knew it was haunted. Well, that was not the only soul that made their presence known. I was seeing a man of about fifty, handsome, in a sitting position around the cabin. He was wearing a red sweater, kakhi pants. I knew he was the uncle of a man I knew. What was he doing there? He never let me know but I do know that spirits show up when I am around to either let themselves be known or to be known to their loved ones I know.  He was smiling the entire time and thoroughly enjoying himself. I love happy spirits. They make my gift easier to deal with.Then, she showed up. I had heard voices during my stay. Faint female voices to the point I had to ask, “Who is there?, “Hello”  No answer. Silence. Then the same female voice would start talking again, as if she was carrying on a conversation with someone else. I know she was the sister to an elderly woman I know. She stayed with me and I know she is around this elderly woman constantly because she is watching over her as best as she can. This spirit showed me she had a physical defect and that is how I knew she was the sister to my friend.

Today, I saw the elderly grandmother to a gal working at Whole Foods. I didn’t say anything. How can I say to a complete stranger without giving them a heart attack, that their dead grandmother is standing behind them. I cant go anywhere without seeing the deceased or them communicating with me. I just wish I could communicate better to make others believe in what I see so that they might want communication.

Othersidepsychic, Soul Grabbers

There are souls that don’t want to pass when they died. They hang around or cling to a dearly loved one and in the process cause even more pain for the living.
I call them soul grabbers. Sometime even the living can feel their soul being affected. I even saw a mist come from my body and I knew instantly that part of my soul spirit left with my twin sister.
Its like falling and trying to grab onto something so you wont fall. Same principle.
How do you help the soul that has grabbed yours?
You have to pray for the soul departed to find peace, to go with God’s white light, to release and let go.
Its hard because we want to keep them with us. For soul grabbers, since they can’t grab anything else except what is on they plane, a prayer or many prayers to calm their soul, restore them in God’s white light to even talking to them to tell them, that they have died, that they need to move into the light is what is needed.
Eventually, their souls let go and move on.
But soul grabbers need the help that only we the living can provide.
Now matter how much we want to keep them here on this earthly plane, God has a job for them to do.
Some soul grabbers are not good. When your soul is grabbed onto by a soul that is headed in the other direction, then a soul retrieval is necessary.
A soul grabber can also cause an attachment when it won’t go.
For this you need to perform a personal cleansing.

Othersidepsychic, How to Charge for my Gift.

Using my gift:
I was given a very very powerful gift to help others heal and move on from their personal tragedies. When I meet someone i can clearly see their loved ones coming through and it is up to me to say something or not. Most often I don’t. Which I believe is also a sin for not using what God gave me. I am but a messenger to allow others to heal and I am also a messenger for things to come for others.
It was bestowed upon me as a child probably with me being born with it. It is not something that I acquired along the way or went to school for to hone in my skills. Every time I use my gift, my skills get even more precise.

Most people have the stigma that being a medium and a psychic are taboo. Don’t mess with it, you might get lost in it as my ex husband would say. Others look at you as though you are crazy, fit for the mental ward while still others embrace it, are amazed by it, can’t figure it out kind of approach. One such was Bobby Deen of Paula Deen fame.

However, with that being said, I see all kinds of psychics out there, all kinds of mediums. schools for them, and anyone and everybody claims to have some sort of power that comes with you hiring them. Funny, I don’t charge. I have wrestled with it for a long long time.

How can I pay my bills then if I don’t charge? I feel as though if I were to charge I would lost my gift. It was a gift meant to be given away, but maybe I misinterpreted it and instead of thinking I need to give it away, to give it to people who need the help but they could make a donation for what they receive. This was brought to my attention by my dear friend Fawn. That way I can be of use to others and not starve and not have to do a job I am second best at.

God only gives you one true gift and if you don’t use it, you become second best at something else but never as good as you could have been if you used your one true gift.