Author: othersidepsychic, Mary the Medium @marythemedium

I am one of the top five psychic, medium remote viewers in the world . I am the only Medium in the world that can show the otherside live on film and in photos. I am a Spiritual and Physical Medium, a Remote Viewer. My gift has found missing people in Europe. My gift has been with me since early childhood. My gift is to help others find closure while delivering a message from the other side, what Heaven Wants Us To Know and the spirits that have crossed over.. I walk in God's white light but I am simply a messenger connecting two sides together.

Other Side Psychic, Medusa or Harry Teedies

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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

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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.

 

Other Side Psychic, Insurance Inspections

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A nice enough man,  he kept to himself doing his job. Occasionally he would ask me where the electric panel was or is there another water heater or fuse box and I answered his every question.

Standing in my garage as he was inspecting the panel, I suddenly saw his deceased brother grabbing his chest., I asked him, if he had lost a brother with the intiial H.

Wild eyed and having never met me before he came to do the inspection for the insurance company, He said “Yes.”

I asked him if his brother had white hair.

The answer was another yes.

His eyes were getting wider and his hands started to shake. His expression was turning to fright by this time.

I said, the reason I asked you that was because I see your brother standing behind you and he is grabbing his chest.

Did he die from a heart attack?

He answered, “yes he did.”

I said, “Don’t worry, he wanted to let you know he is with you and that he is happy. Plus, I might add, he hds a very hairy chest.”

He confirmed his hairy chest. Seriously, this poor inspector was frightened.

The inspector said to me, “I know about some things and some things I don’t know anything about. I don’t know about the gift you say you have and I figured it is better to leave that stuff alone.”

He left as fast as he could pack his tools up. He was scared.

He did finish the insurance inspection thought, must have been from his home as I never saw him come back.

The findings: Work has to be done on my house.

 

 

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Other Side Psychic: Dunkin Doughnuts

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Well his grandmother didn’t like his womanizing ways and his recreational drug use of which he was “on” right at that moment. He was loud and getting louder.

All I wanted was a cup of dark roasted coffee, and a chit chat with my good friend Kari the crazy cat lady, her nickname I call her.  She has a heart of gold for the cats in my neighborhood, as I do too. We rescue, spay and neuter all we can. So we share a common bond besides walking in the white light of God.

Anyway, back to the scene at Dunkin Doughnuts. Remember the tv show from the 70’s or 80’s, ‘Good Times’ with Jimmy ? what’s his last name?? He is or was a comedian. This guy was the spitting image of Jimmy and just about as loud and obnoxious as him too. Yet,  when he decided to include me in his loud banterings, I had to tell him, a total stranger, that his dead grandmother was standing behind him showing me the number 8 plus, she was not happy. She had raised him better than that. He had to get off the drugs. She was shaking her head, and I could tell she was Haitian. Try relaying that to a stranger on drugs at 10:00 at night in a dunkin doughnuts. I did. Here was his confirmation.

He was one of 9 kids and one died leaving 8.  Thank you GrandMother. I also saw a teenager in trouble who was his nephew and his  sassy three year old daughter.

I asked him who Phil was. Phil was the owner of the antique shop he did deliveries for, his boss. His eyes are slowly becoming larger and larger.

Kari told him, My friend is a psychic and a medium. I have read Kari in the past and her reading was 2 hours long. She is definitely a believer.

You would think the policeman who was sitting there eating yes, you got it, a doughnut and having a cup of coffee would scare a person away who was screwed up on drugs.

No, not the case. The real scare came from the psychic sitting there having coffee with a crazy cat lady.

Amazing how fast people will seek an exit….He didn’t even have coffee.

Other Side Psychic, The Empty Arms Mother

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I want to say a big thank you to you for following this blog. It inspires me to tell my stories as a Psychic and Medium and to continue helping not only the people on this plane but the spirits on the other side who have a message for those left behind.

For all the negativity that I have encountered because I have this gift,  I have to say a big thank you  for believing that such gifts do exist. You proved that by following my blog. Thank you!!!!

I promise to bring to you the ncounters I have had, and continue to have every day.

Now on to THE EMPTY ARMS MOTHER

If you read my post about Amy from Louisiana, you will recall she died two years ago, leaving behind three girls who wore a lot of pink and purple. Amy came to me yesterday again, this time showing me a picture of her holding her arms down by her waist and cupping them and rocking them side to side. It was as if she was rocking a baby to sleep. Except her arms were empty. Her face was sad. Amy is working to move up as she had a lot of unfinished business and wanted to send a message to her loved ones back in LA. I carried the message but there was still some doubters in her family, namely a woman who thinks all psychics are evil entities..

I called Dot, (my birth mother), she was married to a man named Paul. Paul was the first cousin of Amy ‘s mother named Donna. Dot and Donna were in constant contact and I asked Dot to find out if Amy was pregnant or did she lose a baby at some point in her life? I told Dot, I see Amy holding her arms down by her waist as though she is rocking a baby to sleep except her arms are empty. A text message came back a few hours later that indeed Amy did lose a child when she was 7 and a half months pregnant as the baby died in the womb. This was during her drug use. She had a still birth, a very unfortunate and very sad experience for any mother to have to endure.

For the family members who doubted,  their daughters soul is alive and well and working on her advancement in the better place, also known as Heaven.

I have come to know that

There is just too much information given to me by Amy, that a stranger such as myself would never have known if they were not psychic and a medium.

 

 

 

 

Other Side Psychic Jim in Therapy at a Coffee Bar

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He was my physical therapist after my rotator cuff surgery. Talkative is a mild way of putting it. I knew I was ADHD but Jim took the cake. But somehow, we became close friends, and even promised to meet for coffee the next time I was in Savannah. I decided to meet him but had to postpone it because of traveling, moving, and everything else.

While in Ft. Pierce, as I was standing next to the dresser, I saw an orb float right by me as though it kissed me and then proceeded on it’s way.  Then it was gone. It is not often an orb is seen. I see them with my naked eye on a regular basis. I have to assume it is part of my gift.

The next day, I received a text message to call Ray and Phylis in Savannah. Just a simple “call me when you have a chance.” message.

Jim had passed away the day before. He was in the gulf war and like the Syrians being exposed to chemical weapons, so was he. His body suffered the complications from his exposure.

I have no doubts that orb was Jim, the orb, and I am quite sure, he carried a message to say, “You should have kept your appointment for coffee but I know a great coffee bar upstairs when you decide to travel home.”

Friends and family, our loved ones are important. Don’t put them off. Don’t do what i did to miss an opportunity to have a cup of coffee with them, even for a minute.

 

Other Side Psychic: Amy from Louisiana

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When her name was mentioned to me, it was as if she was waiting for that word, her name so she could appear. She did. When my birth mother Dot texted me, and then called, I understood that the sickly woman, in her death state, drugged out was in need of help and had a message to give her Mom, Donna, and her three little girls. The other side to the story was her mother wanted to know what happened that night to her daughter two years ago. I proceeded to tell her through Dot.

Her brother Kyle came through and so did her cousin Cody, only in name because they are still alive. Needless to say, I saw the little girls clothes, I saw what killed her, what happened to her body, who was there.

What I have come to realize is when we are so self absorbed in feeding ourselves through mind altering venues and substances, we leave God’s white light behind and enter darkness. If something happens and we don’t make it, we have work to do to rectify our wrongs if that is the prescription that a soul has to take. For her soul, it was.

It doesn’t have to be drugs, it could be an obsession. It could be a job, it could be something that takes you away from walking in the white light, surrounding yourself. It’s when you shove the white light aside for something more important. 

For Amy, even though she is dead, she has work to do to rectify what she did in her 27 years of living.  Her job currently is to oversee youth, as a guiding angel, for youth  who are experimenting with drugs. There is hope, there is always hope.

For the people involved in her death, I am so glad  and Thank my God, I don’t have your soul.

 

 

Other Side Psychic, The Spirit in the Bathroom

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I am cleaning my employers tub because the housekeeper called in sick. This made the 10th time I had to fill up, run the jets in it and drain trying to keep the black gunk from circulating through the jets once again. What happened to good old fashioned claw foot tubs?

Anyway, I get this text from my birth mother asking if I saw anything around her couins’s daughter who had passed.

Oh, you mean the really skinny drugged out chic in her death state standing in my bosses bathroom? That one??

Yes, I see her. She says she is sorry, that she is worried for a young boy, we have not determined who it is yet.

I also saw pink and purple, lots of pink and purple around her kids. Sweaters, shirts, you name it, to include bracelets, all in the color pink and purple. It was overwhelming.  Wasn’t sure at the time but that really made an impression with me. This person had dressed her children in pink and purple is what I saw, or was obsessed with the colors. Weird.

Now I am trying to help find the killers of her. I can say she overdosed on pills, and alcohol, blacked out in her friends car, then was dragged into a trailer where she died, then her body was taken out of this drug dealers place and dumped into a motel, where it was discovered the next day.

I see a person named Jay and a mulato woman involved in her death. I also see a Denise, a black car, and a man with sideburns.

When I got home from work, I decided to pull up some photos and I was told to go to  facebook. It was the same person who visited me at work today. Her children are swathed in purple and pink colors, in every photo. So I have to say my visions are also pretty spot on so far.

Her mother has been in touch and is looking for closure.

When I decided to go onto facebook and see if this was indeed the person, it was. My first vision was of her drug use which led to her death.

The second was of her children’s clothing colors.

The third of her actual death and the parties involved.

Finally, names were brought forward by the deceased to me and maybe now justice can be sought, all in a days work, I hope.

God rest her soul. Let her find peace.

Other Side Psychic, Right House, Right Address, Old Owner

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I kept telling Joe that the former owner has stayed behind in his house. He never really believed me. He is one of those people who needs proof of what I knew, saw. Former Lawyer, he needed proof. They run on proof.

Never mind the cats are spooked. The room the former owner resides in is the back left bedroom which is facing the front yard. It is the bedroom that has handicapped shower. Joe keeps that room shut off from the rest of the house simply because it is stacked full of stuff. I even don’t get a good vibe going in there. I always announce, “Hi, it’s me. Just coming in to get something” and I leave as quickly as I go in.

The former owner was married to a not so nice woman who cheated on him all the time, and when he was diagnosed with a crippling and fatal disease, Lou Gehrigs, MLS, it wasn’t long before he was confined to a wheel chair. All he could do was stare outside of the front bedroom window as his wife rode away with another man. Sad really, that he had to endure this in his ailing health. God bless him. He needed blessings.

Well, finally he passed, then a bunch of illegal residents moved in, trashed it, left a bad imprint of violence and destruction throughout the entire home. Finally the house went into foreclosure.  Joe was the lucky winner. It was in his price range. It has taken a couple of years but he has turned it into a liveable nice home. Still, the bad imprints and spirit remain. Not good.

I kept telling him the former owners name was Micheal. He is healthy but not happy and camped out in his front bedroom.

“Yeah, sure” was/is  the response I get.

Not believing me, finally, the air conditioning post card came in the mail, not once, but twice in the same month, last month to be exact,  addressed to the former owner, whose name was Micheal.

Joe, Let’s cleanse your house and I will pray that Micheal will cross over into the white light.

 

Other Side Psychic, YOU LOOK AS THOUGH YOU HAVE JUST SEEN A GHOST

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How does one go about explaining to 12 other people they have worked with for many years that I have a special gift?

You let someone else do that for you as this was the case.

I left the restaurant to go into the bar to have a smoke. I have since quit many years ago. Settling in for possibly two cigarettes, I noticed two people sitting at the bar, both females.  As I took a puff off my cigarette, I looked over towards the two women who were deep in conversation. Truly engrossed in their discussion, they did not notice me until I had to interrupt them.  It was because above each of their heads I saw two deceased people and their names, like neon signs flashing at me.

I looked away, and then looked back. Nope not gone. They are still there. i was not imagining it.  One of the deceased persons Phylis had a message to give to one of the ladies. She was very persistent.

“Excuse me” I said

“I don’t want to interrupt you but I had to ask you, who Phylis and Frank are?”

They both turned to look at me with horror on their faces. “Excuse me, Do we know you?”

I said, “no, sorry, no, I just wanted to see how Phylis and Frank are doing?”

“How do you know about Phylis and Frank?”

“Well, I um, I just know. Hard to explain, sorry to have  bothered you.  Well, I  will be going now.” I was now uneasy having just seen two dead people above two other people’s head while sitting in a bar smoking cigarettes.

“No seriously, how do you know about Phylis and Frank?” they asked.

“Well, if you must know, I see them and it just is a gift I have. Phylis is happy and says that Frank is in the hospital?”

Their faces were turning white.

I said, “Sorry to have bothered you.” Gosh, MB, thinking to myself, why don’t you keep your big mouth shut.

“Phylis was my mother who died about six months ago and Frank is the father of ——-.,” (the other lady sitting there). Her dad Frank is in the hospital said the brunette.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her Frank had just died, crossed over.and that was why I was seeing him.

Well, okay, so I have to go now. Nice talking to you.  I bolted  out of the door for the restaurant, and slid into my chair and hoped no one in our party would notice my face, the shock and horror expression I wore and the rapid heart beat coming through my chest..

I was coming out of my skin with excitement over what I had just seen and was hoping that no one would notice it either.

Then some of the yacht crew looked at me and commented, “You look like you have just seen a ghost MB. You are white as a sheet.”  If they only knew.

Then as I look up, the two women come out of the bar, and walked over to my table. They look at me and then they look over at Richard. They introduce themselves to him and say a huge thank you to me. Richard asked what happened. They shared with the entire table and Richard what I had seen while sitting in the bar. Then they let it be known that I indeed had a very special and very powerful gift and how much they appreciated me seeing their loved ones.

I was right.

Richard acknowledged my very powerful gift as I just sat there, not sure what to say.

I just didn’t have the heart to tell them Frank had already crossed over. They would find out soon enough. He was a butcher in his life.

Now I had some explaining to do with the crew and guests. Now I had to tell them about my gift.  They kind of figured it out from that point on.

That’s validation.