Other Side Psychic: Eric

the number 5 coincided with a male that was around a person I read by accident. He emailed me and immediately, I saw this. 5. What does it mean?  Eric is many states away, yet communicating with me via email. I am in New Hampshire and he is in Florida.

Still yet, the number 5 kept coming up around a young male I saw around Eric.

Eric lost his friend on October 5th, 1996. Joe was his name. He was 19 when he died.

Joe is still with Eric, not because Eric can’t let go but because Joe wants to be around Eric, to guide him.

Spirits have a job to do, just as we have work to do…

 

 

OtherSide Psychic: White Light

I have to protect myself as spirits come to me all the time. I am surrounded by them. I have a beacon like a white light coming from a lighthouse  in a fog that ships use to avoid danger. Except spirit comes to me and I have to use that white light to surround myself and keep them at bay.

I have noticed that when I get my hair done, my gift dissipates for a brief moment. Maybe the chemicals..

The Psychic

I saw white light around her family member. That means they are in Gods hands soon to cross over. It happened two days after I left
I did tell her what I saw and I also saw some things for her friend that no one knew except her friend. My gift is to bring closure and comfort not fear

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Death of my twin

I saw it. A reoccurring dream since childhood. My death dream and frankly thought I was going to die at age 36 then age 38. Then the dream finished. the body lay on a bare mattress in a grey room. I approach the body seeing it wearing sweats and my hair is pulled back as I normally wore it. It was not a happy place but a barren desolate and grey area.

then I saw the face. The face was not me but my twin sister Amy. I woke hop terrified crying and ran to the phone to warn her. Amy was in Italy and I in Costa Rica. I told her about the dream. She was in shock When she heard this. I begged her to go to the doctor. She didn’t and one week later she was dead.

My death dream has since returned.

 

Former owner

I told him what I saw that there was a man in his back bedroom just hanging out. He had meta morphed from a sickly person in death into this very strong spirit in the other life but he couldn’t leave the house where he suffered the most emotional abuse by his wife who mistreated him and cheated on him.

i saw Michael the name

a few days later and up to today the mail keeps coming, addressed to Michael

Stop N Shop Chelsey

I ran in to get a few items before heading home tonight. It was a long day and I was on the phone to a friend when I looked at the cashier with her back turned toward. Someone was trying to come through. Was it the African American lady who looked distressed at the end of the isle waiting? Was it the guy who was trying to check out next to me whose card would not go through. Funny, I looked at him and knew something was amiss. Something was not right with him, it was his finances and he was going through some girlfriend stuff but not enough to approach him and say, I know what is happening with you. His debit card would not go through, after three times. If I said something, He would seriously think I was crazy, just like the cashier did after I did say something.. Well, Grandpa finally showed up. He was standing behind Chelsey. I asked the check out lady Chelsey, “Is your Grandfather dead?” She point blank looked at me and said, “I don’t discuss my personal life with complete strangers.” I said, ” I’m sorry, my name is Mary Beth and I am a psychic and I have to tell you that your Grandfather is standing behind you. It should be a verification to you that you do have someone watching over you. He is heavy set, with greyish hair, dark eyes, dark features, hails from up north where he lived. NY I asked with a question mark? She shook her head. I forgot I was in Nantucket, as far north as you could get. 
 I said, he was Italian, and she corrected me saying that he was Portuguese. I offered my apologies because usually when I see a dark features, I see Italian, ethnic inequity to say the least. It was what I correlated it with.
 She was still standoffish. On the way out the door, she did confirm both of her grandparents were indeed dead.  Duh, i knew that.

What can you do to make someone believe what you see? You can’t. But when you offer what you know, sometimes it makes you want to just reel it in, and not offer the knowledge you have.

 

Spirit in my Apartment

I walked by my bedroom to find a 30 something year old man sitting on the edge of my bed with his hands on his knees. I saw him. he saw me. poof, he was gone. I guess he was waiting on me to find his loved ones so that he could move on. There is something in my apartment moving around, besides the little black cat I see out of the corner of my eye, which I believe is my cat Medusa who passed years ago.

Until I meet the person who is missing the 30 ish something good looking man, I can’t help him move on. I really don’t like spirits to be in my personal space. It happens though. I have to tell them to leave. I just did.

Harry, the Little Boy Two Blocks Over

Most spirits wait in line to talk to me to relay a message. This little boy was third in line. First were two sisters. Harry was a little boy that was very sickly as a child. he couldn’t go out to play or else he would get winded. I met Harry when he showed up with his white soccer sort of ball with triangles on it. He came to find out why Joe his good and only friend as a child, left him alone. He was not in a good place. This was over 35 years ago that he died. Turns out Harry was very sick, as I saw him put his hand over his mouth. Usually when a spirit does this, it means he had trouble breathing or he suffocated, eluding me to cystic fibrosis. Harry died when he was 13 or so he told me. I saw two numbers, 9 and 13. He was 9 when he and Joe became friends. 13 was when he died.

I told Joe to talk to harry, to tell him, his mother would not let him out to play and so he couldn’t play with him. Adults do horrible things to children’s minds. Harry’s father was not a nice person either. Always sporting dark dark rings under his eyes, gave the impression that Harry’s father beat him. He did.

A tragic ending for a little boy with a ball seeking his only one true friend. I was the gift he needed to relay his message and move on, into the light. Now Harry can find other children to play with.

I also asked Joe to tell Harry he was sorry that he couldnt be there for him. Harry, turned away and started walking into the light. That was all he needed to hear to move on, an explanation. Sometimes, that is all it takes to find peace.

How did Joe know I was talking about Harry? I described him to him, what he looked like. The age, the time frame in Joe’s life, where Harry lived.

Two Ladies in Waiting

They showed up, this am along with a little boy. The little boy and his ball is another story. The two ladies patiently walk around the small condo, moving things as they see fit, talking amongst themselves, discovering stuff in their sister’s closet that she had kept all those years since they passed. They are there to get Rose acquainted with the other side and to visit. Rose has not seen them in many many years since they died.

I called Rose’s son, Joe. I told him, his aunts were hanging out in his mothers condo. He said, “oh yeah? tell me what hair color does the older one have?” I said dark dark brunette, straight. The other one had strawberry beige hair, bottled. I heard a gasp come out of his mouth.

I also said your older Aunt is saying how your mother has her brooch in her things. She has many of her brooches she used to wear. Also, I see brown beige shoes. The shoes were part of a dress Rose’s sister wore. Rose kept it in her bureau.

I also said, there are memento’s in a box, either on her dresser or in a closet or drawer.

You can’t argue with the dead. They are always right. I am only the messenger of what they tell me to say to the living.

They are waiting on Rose. It is not her time, but they wanted to make their presence known.

Oh, I also told Joe about the bump in the older sister’s nose.