Othersidepsychic, When Spirits Don’t Speak Our Language They Bring Translators

I was in the AT&T store the other day looking at new phones and Juan was the salesman assigned to me. He was a pretty non descript non exciting gentleman who was busy trying to figure out my needs. My phone just stopped working and I wanted to upgrade to a different one and I was curious as to what plans were out there for me.

Well, then she showed up. Her hair was impeccable and so was her English. She was dressed in a suit and behind her was a little old man, wrinkled from the sun. He was dressed in simple attire, old work pants, a old shirt, and he had a comb over on his head. I could tell he was foreign but not sure as to what country he was from.

She was his language barrier. An interpreter.

I looked at Juan wondering if I should say something. I did. No holds barred with me. I said, “Juan, there is a man standing behind you and a woman standing to the right of you. The woman is telling me there is a man who died about 13 years ago and is here. Did you lose a grandfather about that time?”

He was in shock. The look on his face was not what he was expecting and just looked dazed at me as to question, who am I?

I explained that yes, I cook for a living to pay the bills but I am really a very gifted medium and psychic and remote viewer. I also explained I was seeing his grandfather and this woman standing behind him and they are trying to get a message across to him. In my explanations of what I was seeing, I also told Juan the names of other famous people I have read to lend credibility to who I was.

He indeed did lose a grandfather 13 years ago. At that time, he lost all concentrations on me and my needs of wanting to upgrade. Well, that was sorted out over a period of two hours.
After a few minutes, my questions turned to Juan and I asked him, “who is this woman? I described her to him but it did not fit any description of a lost loved one.
Juan had not a clue. Then I asked, did your grandfather not speak English? This woman was very professional looking in her mannerisms, how she was dressed and how she stayed at a distance from the grandfather. You could just tell they were not together as a couple. That she was there on business only.
He said no, he did not speak English. He was from Mexico.
Bingo, I figured it out, he had brought a translator with him to see his grandson.
This was the first time I encountered a translator on the other side.
The translator never gave her name and she proceeded to show me a place in Mexico that this man, Juan’s grandfather lived. It had columns, stone concrete columns sitting outside to the entrance of where he lived.
Juan did indeed confirm that the entrance to the town had columns outside, concrete columns that were tall. It was the entrance to his city that he grew up in as a child and where his family lived. He named the city but for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the town.
The grandfather then proceeded to tell me about Juan’s sister who was studying to be a medical person. But for some reason she left school. He didnt want her to leave school, rather finish her education so she didn’t end up like him, poor, a pauper, a man of little knowledge.
Juan confirmed his sister was in medical college at one point but left due to family issues and money.
His mouth was left hanging open. But the real kicker came when I said to Juan, your grandfather loves your three children.
Indeed, Juan had three children, and he became a true believer when I said those words. I nailed it on the head for him. For a non believer, he came to believe that our loved ones are indeed around us.
My point is that, even though our loved ones may come from different countries, they can still speak our same language on the other side, only that it may need a translator to do so.
In leaving Juan, and with a new cell phone in hand and pricey plan, I told him, his grandfather will always be with him, watching over him and his family.
Nice to know language is not a barrier to getting a message across.

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Othersidepsychic, More Readings from Facebook

These are individuals who have posted on my facebook page, Mary,Othersidepsychic. I have no control over what they post. I can only share it.
I do give readings for free as I have been given a gift. For now, I don’t charge. Please contact me if you need closure from a loved one, a missing loved one or just want to know if your family member is okay.
I am here to help.

Mary

“I just now had an amazing reading with Mary again! A dear friend came through and showed her things until there was no doubt it was my Debbie! I have missed her so much but have dreamed lots of times about her so real like and Mary assured me it wasn’t a dream, they visit this way! Made me feel so good! Mary is amazing to be able to interpret their messages so well! Thanks again Mary!!!! Once again you uplifted me!!!”

“ive just had a reading of mary and omg this woman is amazing i cant thank her enough thankyou for the closure mary i will sleep better now keep doing what u do your a angel xx”

“Omg this lady is amazing helped me big time about my uncle Peter my nana my brother and my aunty…thank you so much I feel so much beta knowing my loved ones are ok.”

“Also to think I’m in new Zealand and she’s in the us”

My Readings, From My Facebook Page

Mary Othersidepsychic I’ve been so busy that I haven’t forgotten what ya done for me just haven’t had time. But I want to thank you for your reading. It made me smile when ya mentioned my husband being with me and even brought his sense of humor through. Made me laugh out loud not the hills and then being rocky equaling to Rock Hill which is where he worked. A-mazing! From the rocker to his steel toe boots being on the porch to the rocking chair i was just in awe. The necklace that you saw that was important to me wasn’t from him I thought bout it and it is the necklace I wear now which holds a ring on it with Robert’s name in it. So thought that was great once i realized it. The comment you made bout him saying ‘I’m one tough lady’ made me tear cuz he’s said that on more then one occasion. And hugging me from behind was his favorite way he hugged me. I felt so great after your reading thank you so much. Your amazing… and your want and desire to just keep others in contact with loved ones and help with some closure is a blessing. Thank you again and if ya ever feel my loved ones coming thru again i look forward to hearing thank you and God bless you
— feeling thankful.
Vanessa

Recent Readings

It seems every night I have been reading two to three people, for no charge. Can you say I am spot on accurate in these readings? Well, yes, I have been and the proof is in the pudding, as it is listed on my facebook page on Mary, Othersidepsychic.

There is one special person who has a multitude of orbs coming and going in her house, which are deceased loves ones that want to be there to other spirits looking for a home and some even coming from the funeral home 30 yards away. Why her house? She has a gift. It is that of a empath and sensitive. The spirits are attracted to someone who has gift. So naturally, like a moth to a light, they flock to her.

This gifted gal brought me to a very gifted clairvoyant friend of hers who cant use her gift due to a block, a negative cloud produced by a woman who tried to run her off from her son. The mother in law put a cloud on her aura but her infant son is so gifted, her gift is diminished around him. That day, her grand mother came around as well as her cousin who passed. To look at a picture of her, her gift surrounds her, like a golden white light that envelops her.

A different lady was surely a skeptic, announcing it before we began. Just getting her to say the word yes was pulling teeth. The Spirits came through though. When her daughters godfather came forward, I told her I saw a male between the ages of 18 and 24. She said no, she didn’t lose anybody in that age. Then I mentioned the number 15. I told her, he says he lived in soemthing named with the number 15 and I also see jail. Well, she said the man she knew died when he was 29. I asked her, “did he look younger for his age?” She said yes, he most certainly did. She told me he lived in area 15. I asked her if he was shot or hurt in his chest because he is holding his chest. She said he was shot in his chest. This was the man I described. Her daughters godfather. Then an even more powerful woman came forward wearing a ruby dress, a red hat and carrying a bible. I asked her if she knew who this person was. Yes, it was her great grandmother. I told her I saw a worn Bible and I also saw a cast iron skillet and bread, johnny cake or corn. She made bread all the time, corn bread. It was validation for her that she has her family around her. That skeptic left believing.

Another one is a cousin of mine I have never spoken to except for a brief two days in the last two days. I never knew he existed. He never knew I existed and asked for a reading. Well, he got it. It was so accurate he left several times during the reading either due to being scared or not sure how he was supposed to react to several things I saw.

For him, i saw the gift of writing, but I also saw his past troubles, and is present troubles, to include a girlfriend with some heavy duty baggage. I encouraged him to start his writing career and I do hope he decides to venture in that direction. As for her, she has a long road ahead of her to include a very bad illness, and she is loaded in personal tragedies that have plagued her life. I hope that with his dedicated love to her, she can recover.

Just a few of the readings I have had. Today was slow, as most people are celebrating with their families and loved ones. Don’t forget to set a place at the table for the ones you lost. They are there too.

Happy Thanksgiving to all past present spirits and loved ones living.

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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