Othersidepsychic, ANNIE

My ex mother in law became very ill with the flu and I was asked to return to Savannah to nurse her back to health. So I did.  I left the yacht and returned home.

I knew about a lady who had worked for her for many years prior who cared for her youngest daughter when she was a toddler, but I had never seen her and I had never known what she looked like.  I knew her name, and that she lived in a small area outside of Isle of Hope called Sandfly.  This lady was poor as most of the help on the island were, with no husband, and children of her own to feed.  Annie worked for my ex mother in law and became part of the family until she was too old to work and eventually passed on. She was very similar to Daisy who worked for my family and became an integral part of our lives and our loved ones.

One night I got up to use the bathroom, and I think if my memory serves me correctly, it was around 1:30 am. It was a small three bedroom house that my mother in law lived in with cedar shakes on the outside.  Incredible thirst came over me and I wandered into the the kitchen, passing by the front door and the curio cabinet that held cherished items.

As I walked by, I saw a female figure standing there up against the wall and I said hello. It had not registered in my sleepy mind that I just passed Annie in the hallway heading into the kitchen. When i reached the kitchen it was a moment of where someone sucks in their breath and my eyes popped open wide, almost out of my skull. Now I was awake.

The next morning, I told my ex mother in law and my husband at the time about Annie and what I saw her wearing, which was a red checked apron. She was tall, around 5″10 and was there at the house that morning, to make her presence known. She wore a head piece and stood there silent as I passed her.  She was probably making sure I didn’t bump into the curio cabinet and break it.

I asked to see a picture of Annie. My mother in law pulled out a photo album and showed me a picture of her and she was dressed in the same outfit as I saw her in the night before.

It was Annie. She probably never left but definitely arrived to early for work that morning. I never saw her after that and I never broke the curio cabinet.

My mother in law was ecstatic to learn that someone she loved dearly was still there,  as we all should be when we lose someone we love.


Other Side Psycic Drive By Priest

I was driving down the road back to the yacht I was the charter chef on and traffic had slowed down near the area of the Hamptons where I was. I happened to glance quickly over to my right near Amagansett NY and knew immediately, how dangerous of a spirit I was in immediate contact with. From the road, the church and rectory were off on the right hand side. The very familiar Ice cold chills went through my body, the air in the car became ice cold and this place where the spirit was haunting was at least 100 yards away, but I knew it. I seriously knew this was the one time I had to protect myself more than I usually do. I did.  Serious evil.

I didn’t have to look to see him. He was angry enough with me driving by. That is how powerful my gift is. Just driving by and never entering.  It was he who was haunting the rectory of this church. An angry spirit for sure, and little old me found him simply driving by.

Oooo, I have a secret, I have a secret.  I knew what you did Priest. You are trapped in that rectory because you were a pedophile.

The question I have to ask is why me? Out of all of the psychics who drive by every day, why come after me with such vengeance and hatred with what I felt? The answer is because I walk with God. I am surrounded by his white light. If you ever meet me, my aura is white light. I personally can not even get close to the church ever again. The evil was so demented, determined.

I pulled over a few blocks later into the local pharmacy parking lot and called my friend to say what I just saw and the eery feeling that enveloped me. He looked it up and this particular church is haunted, confirming what I saw, felt. I am now shaking.

To make a long story short, the priest was mad,  because I saw what he did. He even tried to attach himself to me. He was a pedophile and that was why he was still here on this earthly plane, where he will forever remain.



Other Side Psychic, REBECCA

I made a promise to my former employer before her death  I would not leave the yacht as he would need me. I also promised her friends. I didn’t, not for a few years, and it was only until her spouse could become stronger.  He did rejoin life, eventually. Life went on as it always does. We seem to think it stops, and wish it would so the world could grieve our heartbreak. Just because they die doesn’t mean they leave us. Rebecca didn’t.

When he couldn’t go on, crying in the master stateroom of how he didn’t want to live life without her, the bathrobe fell off the bathroom door.

He got up and picked it up and put it back on the hook.

Then he started talking to her again and once more, the bathrobe fell off the hook again. Once more he picked it back up and placed it back on the hook.

When he started talking to her again going over his life with her and how he couldn’t possibly go on, the bathrobe fell down. A light bulb went off in his head and it occurred to him that she was telling him to pick himself up like that bathrobe and go back to life.

She was still there after many years. The chair she would always sit in on the aft deck was covered in her signature perfume.  The strangest thing was that it was a terribly windy day and to have perfume linger in an area was not going to happen on a day like that. It couldn’t, but it did. Her perfume was there years after she passed.

They never really leave us. They truly never do…

Other Side Psychics, The Rental Angel

Everyone has an angel that watches over them. They are basically hired to look after us. They don’t get paid to do this, but are actually assigned to us. It could be a family member who crossed over, someone we knew or even someone we don’t. I have had several of them and I believe I have probably scared the crap out of them while driving. So they keep switching off, one refusing to ride with me and the other having to ride with me.

One car in particular, a rental car, black in color, Kia to be exact, had a drive angel in it who has since followed me from car to car.

The first time the underside of my seat was kicked, I was in shock. Okay, shock is not the exact word I was looking for but rather absolutely freaked out of my gourd. Here I am driving down I-95, at night, doing about 80 miles per hour coming home from work in Miami  and something or someone just kicked the crap out of my seat. I was alone. Now you see why I was freaked out?

There was no one in the back seat, certainly not behind my seat and when it happened a second time, I thought perhaps the seats had a heater in them or something to make it jerk. Not the case at all, simple a good swift kick in the ass every so often from a boot that belonged to someone I could not really see. I could but not at first. I will admit, I need the abuse from time to time.

So i got into the habit of talking to my drive angel and asking it questions. I asked it to respond with one kick if it were a female or two kicks if a male. Well, it didn’t kick. That really perplexed me. I asked it to kick if it were a relative of mine. Nothing.

So when I wasn’t asking it, it kicked. It would kick when I would get sleepy or if the highway was a white knuckle moment. It wasn’t there to answer my questions but to keep me safe. When I had to return the car back to the rental car place, it followed me to my car and continued to kick me in the ass. Still no idea of who it was.

I did inform the agent at the desk along with my friend that the car was haunted. Seriously. She was in shock. I think I totally freaked them out to the point they probably had the car driven to Alaska.

Whoever it was, or might be, as it is still with me in my current car I am driving which is another rental, I have to assume, I have a rental angel.

Never imagined there were rental angels. Now I know. Wonder if you can rent an angel for other things?


Everyone has their own path in this life. Be it right or wrong. I chose mine and my powerlessness evolved because i realized I am not God, I am a spirit that chose to walk my path laid out for me to learn from it,  lessons, only to return into the light. I am a former angel as we all were,  living a human life directed by God, my higher power and angels have been with me the entire time. These angels are family members who have died, to my guiding angel who I have seen twice, The Arch Angel Michael.

Here are some encounters I have had good and bad.

I am a beacon that shines like a bright light off a foggy north shoal, a lighthouse of sorts,  guiding ships safely into port. What I was given as a gift, acts very much in the same way, only it is lighting the way for something else, spirits to come closer to deliver their message much as  ship delivers its cargo. 
As a child, I flew with other children who were angels. I walked among them, saw them after they had died, some from the early 1600‘s, 1700’s and 1800‘s in their death clothes laughing, playing,  little boys with beret type hats on, suspenders holding their pants up, sleeves rolled up and barefoot, clutching fishing poles. They died while fishing, they ultimately drowned.
 Little girls running with dolls in their hands,  giggling, climbing the  flower laden hill, with still other angel children playing with dolls. Some dressed in simple smocks, while others were dressed in the finest clothes that money could buy. Then swoosh, ducking, I saw overhead a number of them were flying, in single file, then coming together side by side. The little girl leading the flight in particular wore a puffy organza white dress down to her ankles, gathered into puffs at the upper arm, filled with glittering white light shining all over it, leading the way of the flight of other angels, darting up, swooping down. She had ringlets of golden white blonde hair, giant curls on top of her head pulled around in the back where it flew free. Her pink bow on top of her curls glistened in the golden light I was bathed in. The entire dream was in color, if that was what it was. I doubt it was a dream per say, but rather, a small glimpse of heaven from a child’s eye.
Truly I had died and gone to heaven and saw the children there.  There were hundreds of them. All happy, all playing. There were small miniature houses built for them and they were flying in and out of them, through them. Some houses were pink, some were golden, some were snow white.

The faces are like a rolodex, flipping fast, and I can see them talking. Their voices are silent. Their mouths are moving but nothing is being heard. They are speaking their request to me, asking for closure.  Women, men, all races, all ages.This roladex of unknown faces are moving as fast as a deck of cards being shuffled, all spirits wanting to find closure. Some nights I see hundreds. All different, but all are dead. Their lips are moving but I am not hearing anything because I am not supposed to. When I come across a loved one, the rolodex face shows up, and the request is made to be known.
When i am in the presence of an unknown spirit, I know it immediately. A sixth sense, no, it is actually knowing they are there. My body erupts in bone cold chills as though I am standing in a European winter. Not always though. There are times when they are behind me, in front of me and I have to ask them to step aside. I can’t be bothered because I have other jobs to do. It’s not that I want to ignore them but if I never met the person who is seeking closure or needs it, I can’t honor the spirits request until that person is made known.
Then there is the person on this side who needs to find answers. Why was their loved one and not them taken? They are suffering a terrible loss. Their grief is unbearable. How do you find comfort in a world that doesn’t understand the other side? That’s where I come in. Are they in a good place? Are they still with them? The answer is yes, they are still with them, daily. They just leave this earthly body, a vessel given to them to learn lessons before re-entering back into God’s white light. We are here to learn, not to get ahead of each other but to learn, from our past mistakes, to rectify any wrongs we did while alive, to make another persons life enriched. That is our purpose here on Earth. To love and to help others.
I always had the feeling of being watched, literally, and not by one but by hundreds
I walk among angels.I still do. They watch my every move and are there to protect me when faced with danger.

He appeared with red eyes, roughly about my height, wearing dread’s on top of his head staring at me at 1 am in the morning, in the train station. It was pitch black outside, and his intent was not to say hi but to cause harm. WIthin seconds, as he walked around me looking at me and then his eyes met mine, he backed away. There was some force that made him back away. I immediately felt protected. I felt as though I was surrounded by 12 warriors a shield so strong that not even 100’s of these demons could break or tear down.   A band of angels stood around me and he knew it, he saw it and he ran. I felt them surround me. Shield me. No harm could come to me.


I was being escorted by a driver in a very dangerous place, too dangerous to walk, especially if you were a woman. To make matters worse,  I was not entirely sure that this person  sent to escort me to a store could protect me if anything happened rather, I knew I could help myself but to the extent of several people jumping us, I knew I would not make it out alive or if I did, it would be in pieces.
Then it happened. The white hair, his red eyes crossed, spikey knotted dreads covering his head with an extremely white face.  His gums were pink when he smiled with crooked greyish yellow teeth and he stood in the middle of the street with very busy oncoming traffic in both directions, just  staring at me. He just stopped dead in his tracks, and a bone cold chill went up my spine. I knew he was evil from the time I saw him. I watched him intently, and stopped falling behind my escort which was a dangerous thing to do. I  just looked at him. He was trying to reach me, through the traffic.  I was not afraid in the least. It was as if we had a contest on who could stare the longest at each other. Then his face contorted into a shape that was not natural. His face was overcome by a Cheshire grin. I knew I was looking at a fallen angel, someone from the depths of hell. I do not believe that this was in deed a person but an evil entity. I was not in the least going to back down. I never did. Instead he stopped. Just stopped. Then he was gone.

I have seen both sides..I have nothing left to fear if I am an honest loving person.
I am powerless over my own life. I am not in control. Once I realized this, it gets easier, simpler. Material items don’t matter anymore. The art of giving, the gift of it, to be able to give without wanting anything in return is what God wants us to do. To be able to love and give it away in acts of kindness for others,
Powerlessness doesn’t feel so good does it? It’s a feeling that can send a wave of fear into our bones. What will be the outcome? What do you mean we don’t have control or power over others, especially the ones we seem to love? We raised our children in the way we thought that was in our own minds, the right way, the right way to do things, treat people or how to live, based on our moral and ethical values we were introduced to but that doesn’t mean we need impose our power over others, only share our knowledge. Power and knowledge need not impose its sanctions onto each other but rather live apart. You may have the power to impact a life or the knowledge to share to effect change but never should the two interact because when they do, they can cause chaos, conflict, and ultimately powerlessness the inflictor will feel which leads to feelings of despair, and deep seated feelings of anger and resentment that we put upon ourselves.




















Other Side Psychic: When Evil Seeks Redemption

He was wearing a brownish red friars robe, with a rope belt,  similar to the ones you see on monks in the movies. It did have a hood with a wide collar and long bell sleeves.  The man was completely bald, lacking any hair. In his hands were a tablet, full of names. Apparently, my name was written on that tablet.  So there was a reason he was here, seeking me. The problem is, when he showed up. he arrived with an aura of evil around him. I was very protected from him. Without hesitation, and unlike my natural nature, i turned very cautious, pensive, and guarded. knowing full well who he was, even though I had never met him, I had heard about him. Ultimately, I refused to give him what he wanted, only because I couldn’t. It wasn’t up to me. He was asking the wrong person.

This monster murdered my step sister. He took her life and her car over $20.00. From the time it happened to the time he was electrocuted, I knew if I opened that door, there was no telling what would come through. I have to say I never read the case nor did I want to read the case but felt the incredible hurt for my step father, Bart, because he had relive  the entire gamut of emotions, asit as it went to trial. The murder happened before he married my mother. His only natural daughter, Shannon, was stolen from him by a careless monster and now he stood before me, asking for my forgiveness.  He had died in the South Carolina electric chair. Having been electrocuted, this would account for his baldness and lack of hair. I knew who he was immediately when his spirit appeared before me. . I felt who he was but I had never seen him. I didn’t dare engage this spirit. He said “he had found God before he was committed to death.”

I believe the reason he came to me is because he had to right his wrongs.  He had to ask to be forgiven,  by each family member and people he had hurt because of his actions. So he came to me.

My answer standing from afar was: “I can’t give you your forgiveness because you did not hurt me but others in my family. If you need to ask for forgiveness, ask Shannon, the life you took, ask her. Look to Bart whose life you destroyed, ask him, and look to my mother for the pain she felt for Bart and ask her but I can’t forgive you as it is not up to me to forgive you.

The look on his face was of horror. As if I had just condemned him to die again.

and with that he was gone.

There are times we need to forgive the people we loved for things they did. We must forgive for them to move on.

There are times we need to have them forgive us.

There are times when I simply can’t forgive because it is not up to me to do so. It is not my right nor is it my job.

There is only one authority that can ultimately forgive, that is GOD. I am not God. 

The monster’s name was James Tucker and  not only did he murder Shannon Melon but also a real estate lady that day from Sumter SC.  The killer said, “to put them out of their misery.” was his motive. They looked like they were in pain.

I personally revoked one of his redemption attempts by not offering my forgiveness for his actions. It was not mine to give, but the people he had harmed.

Death Dream and Twin Connections

It has plaqued me since age 8. Now that I look back after the dream finally had an ending, I see it was a forewarning of events to come and had I known this, I would have been better prepared but when are we truly prepared for death? Never, but it is a fact of life.

It first came to me as a child at age 8, then again at 16, then in my twenties several times, then in my thirties, and every week in my late thirties. I would awake in cold sweats and cry. I had an impeding doom feeling that my life would end at 36. Then the age changed to 38.

I specifically remember telling Amy, at age 16, my identical twin sister that I saw myself die in my dreams. We were standing in front of the mirror in my parents house getting ready for school. Her eyes became big. She was so beautiful and I felt like the ugly duckling compared to her. Even though we both had red auburn hair and cat like eyes eyes, she was so much more worldly than me. Amazing how one twin views the other.

The dream had significance then. As a child I was too young to understand it and didn’t pay too much attention.

At age 38. the dream kept reappearing whenever I went to sleep.  The body was still the same, laying on a bare mattress, in a bare room, face down. The atmosphere was of despair, grey.

This time, the colors came in. The sweat pants we wore were not of my color but the color Amy had, turquoise. The sweat shirt was grey, not my color and this time, the face was revealed, it was Amy. I had been seeing Amy’s death all these years thinking it was mine.

I rushed to the phone desperately trying to reach her. She was in Italy in Venice and I was in Costa Rica. Two worlds apart. Finally, I woke her up.  I begged her to go to the doctors, begged her, crying and beseeching her. She never went, scared that she would be hospitalized. Fear ruled her world.

Before I hung up, I told her I loved her very much. I always would and I would call her before I reached Panama.

I never got the chance. One week later, Richard, my ex was crying on the aft deck of the yacht we worked on. I had just woken up and walked outside. Then I knew. Amy was dead.

My world fell apart. I saw it happening but I couldn’t stop it in time. One week to a lifetime of dreams couldn’t stop what God had planned. I realize that now. I am only the messenger.

There is a reason i am here and she is not and I only wish a dream would tell me.


Other Side Psychic: Family Ties

Krystal called my company,  Other Side Paranormal, looking for answers. She lived with her family, and children in a home built around the turn of the century in Ft. Pierce, Florida. Things had gotten out of control and she needed to know what was causing her young son to have nightmares and not sleep. I already knew. The moment she spoke to me, I knew. Well, that is my gift. I have the ability to see like that.

One week prior to me going to her house, I was visited by her deceased grandfather. He was so excited for me to come to the house and even wanted me to get rid of some of the people in the house. He was seriously agitated by them. I laughed thinking, it was probably his wife he wanted to get rid of. Remember, I am speaking with a dead man.

As I drove up, I told my tech guy and partner in the business,, “The grandfather is sitting on the porch.”

He looked and said, “I don’t see anything. Are you sure?”

“You don’t have to see to know he is there. Trust me, he is there. He is waiting on us. Now can you see him?

“No”, replied Joe.

“He has white hair, is somewhat thin, larger nose, glasses, sitting on the left of the table, nearest the door on the porch.”

Still a No came from Joe.

The homeowners met us outside and I was introduced to the little boy who couldn’t sleep. That child has a gift. I was staring at a really special child. He couldn’t sleep not only due to the spirits in the house but also because he has a gift like mine, only, perhaps, a spirit in him.

I asked Joe to get EVP’s on the porch. I stood there and had him ask if there any spirits present who would like to talk.

Our visit was  in broad daylight. It was the only time I could go  as my employment had me going away for about a month, that day.

Sure enough, we captured an evp of an elderly gentleman’s voice, saying, “Hey!” As if he had  been expecting us.v He had because he was the grandfather who had come to “visit” me one week prior. I think he liked visitors.

We moved around the house, coming to the kitchen.  I asked if any thing had moved on its own.  I explained that there was a lady present who was very matronly, and very adamant that “her kitchen” remain the same. I was told by Krystal that yes, they had experienced stuff moving, one instance really stuck out in their mind. The large silver kitchen salad fork moved from the table and flew across the room, for no apparent reason.  I smiled. I knew the reason. The older lady was standing there telling me. l

Very simple Krystal,”It was because her kitchen had changed from how she used to have it. She was in charge of her home, meaning the kitchen and took great pride in maintaining it , and that was how it was going to be. She didn’t like the fact that Krystal’s father was in there cooking and not Krystal or her mother. Basically cooks were women, not men.

In my description of the deceased lady, she had horn rimmed glasses, short tight curly blondish brown hair, a flower apron on. She was round and heavy set, with her height being around 5’2.   I explained to Krystal and her husband Stephen that this lady did not want things moved around and that she was the head of the house. Her husband was the money maker. Krystal never told me her grandmother had lived there as well. Well, she does sort of.

Later Krystal showed me a picture of whom she thinks I had described to her. It was indeed her Grandmother. The picture she sent to me was the spitting image of the woman I saw standing there beside us. They can now rest,  assured that it was their relative causing the commotion in the house and not the former owner.

Then we moved around to the back bedrooms. I needed to concentrate on where the little boy slept. Toys from various places gave a slight impression of having imprints on them but nothing very serious.

We thought maybe the dressers and the bookshelves but I didn’t pick anything up on them that had any significance. Suddenly, he appeared. He was rail thin, having died of kidney failure but with another major illness that took him. His hair was tied back into a pony tail, and he wore a black leather jacket or blackish jacket that was very thin and worn. He had the appearance of a Italian or Indian with dark eyes and dark skin.  I realized he was the father of the husband. He stayed with the baby because he loved him. He was his protector besides his mother Krystal. He mainly stayed in the baby’s room.

There was another couple that was living in the house as well. She had a gift. A new mother, her eyes were very widely set apart almost like Marty Feldman. She seemed sweet but I immediately knew this woman had a gift. A very powerful gift, similar to mine. I didn’t have the time to talk to her that day. Someday I hope to.

Outside the home, there was an evil entity that hid under the house. It would travel from under the house, to the baby’s room to the corner of the yard. back into the house. Hence, the reason for the Grandfather in the baby’s room. He was protecting the baby.

I also saw an elderly man who kept pacing back and forth in front of the shed/cottage behind the house. He looked like an auto mechanic and Stephen, Krystal’s husband did indeed confirm that he had found hundreds of car parts of all kinds in the shed. Probably coming from this man who had previously lived there before their family moved

Moving around to the side, there were two couches sitting outside. I got a horrible sick feeling looking at them, going near them and it turned out, it came from a home nearby when they moved in and it carried the imprints of drugs, prostitutes, and death. These two couches still had the person who died from a drug overdose sitting on it. I told Krystal and Stephen, “Get rid of them now, kick it two the curb.” They already knew and suspected the same thing.

What I found out, and initially suspected as to why they had all of this activity in the home was because they were practicing the art and rituals of Wicca. They were attracting them. However, let me preface this with, They were the good ones, not the ones who practiced the dark arts. Still, their activity has drawn spirits to the house while others followed them because they are part of the family.

Eventually they did a house cleansing and the activity ceased. I do know I love having my family around me. lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllddllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Other Side Psychic, Medusa or Harry Teedies

Medusa was my sailboat kitty. I got her from a friend who found her and she was the size of my hand when I became her mother. She followed me everywhere, even to my work right up the hill at the local marina restaurant  sitting up at the bar on a bar stool waiting for me to come home. When I left work, she would lead the way, grunting as she took charge of taking me home. Dusie as I called her had a habit of fishing minnows out of the marshy waters and leaving dead fish on my pillow as a present. Pitch black, no white on her, she was the runt of the group. Her other habit of which I did not teach her was stalking dogs. It didn’t matter the size, dobermans were fair game as well as puppies, to pitbulls. She stalked and attacked. She always won. Later when my profession took me away for months at  a time, I had no choice but to give her to a good friend. Later I found out she went to live in a camper trailer and traveled the US with the sister of a 90’s famous boy band. Sadly, I felt like I failed her as her guardian and keeper. However, I immediately knew when she died. I felt this bump against my ankle as she used to do all the time. She knew how to get my attention. It was her. No doubt. I was on a yacht when she died. A perfect place for my boat kitty.  She was at homelShe was my first baby. Secondly came Harry Teedies Johnson. I rescued him twice and after the second time, I swore he would never leave me. So I kept Harry in my big house in Georgia until he passed at the ripe old age of 16. He was without a doubt, a Norwegian Forest Cat or a Black and White main coon cat. Huge, at his biggest, he weighed 30 lbs. Reduced to skin and bones due to kidney disease, I wasn’t there when he died on his favorite rug. I find solace and comfort in that I gave him the best home and life he could have had considering he was a feral when I found him as a kitten.

The question is: which one is it I see at night coming across the floor and hopping on my bed at night? They were both black. The tale tell sign is that Harry’s best buddy who is still with me is  Sharkbait. He is not afraid so i assume it is Harry that comes to bed with me each night. 

Medusa is out stalking dogs soon to come home.


Other Side Psychic, Bartkins

He was my step father, and such a wonderful man. The light came back on in Mama’s eyes after Daddy died. Bart was a retired Cinncinati Police Officer who walked the beat many years ago. He suffered alot in his life losing one daughter to a murder and another son to ALS. But he never lost his sense of humor.

After he passed, I saw him sitting on the couch in the den. He was smiling. I told Mama I saw him. I think she had a hard time with that one but he was there. I could feel him in the house. See, Bart was tired of the dialysis and what it was doing to him. So he basically one day refused to go. Two days later, he was gone. He knew it was his time.

What really got me was when I was with him at the funeral home, it was an open casket, he was dressed in his police officer uniform and my “alone” time with him before his money hungry kids got the scene was wracked with tears and me announcing, “Hey Bart, its Beth.  I told him how much I loved having him as my step father and not to worry, that Mama would be taken care of.

He said to me, ” I love you to Beth.” I heard the voice coming from his body but it was a whisper as it lay there. I jumped back. It is not often I hear a voice coming from an embalmed body, but I could swear he uttered those words. I wondered if he was really dead at that point. Knowing that his spirit was there and that was what I was hearing made sense from a totally senseless moment.

Some people think that psychics are crazy, well, I thought I was at that time. I wasn’t.  He was there.

See I know that when someone dies, they are with us in spirit and I can see them, feel them. I wasn’t distraught as I know our spirits/souls live but this moment really freaked me out as a psychic. Yes, I can get spooked, rare, but once in a blue moon it will happen.

Whenever I called, our conversation would go like this:

Hi Bart, this is Beth.

Hi Beth, this is Bart.

Like he didn’t know my voice…lol

we would laugh, oh how we would laugh.

Love you Bartkins.