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.

Othersidepsychic, Animals Know

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Ever wonder if you have a ghost in your house? Well, it is as simple as watching what your pet does, If you have pets. I do and they say a lot without meowing. All they have to do is sit up and stare and they do. Boy do they. Sharkbait will suddenly rise up and look, all at attention, and just stare at the entity at my doorway. He is not looking up but rather looking down at the floor, which tells me that it is either another animal that he recognizes such as one of his brothers that died, Harry Teedies or Medusa, or else it’s a  small child of which he has no fear of. Sharkbait loves children. I have watched him stare for minutes and not move. I have watched Nell Nells stare and I have intently watched Nuggies stare at something that is not there to the visible eye, but I know is there because of the feeling I get when an entity is around.

Their ears may perk up and hold a straight look. If their ears go flat back, then I suggest you whip out your bible and cross and start reciting God’s word, out loud.

So keep an eye on your pet, especially at night. Animals and children can see spirits. Usually grown ups can’t because we have been so conditioned we are not open to seeing them, that is if you weren’t born with a gift.

Othersidepsychic, Past Lives, Yours and Mine

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Ever have a dream that feels so natural, so real that in the dream you are in a nother time? Maybe wearing different clothes, a different era and yet, you know you have been there before when you wake up? Do you look for buildings or landscape that was in your dreams? I have and do. Yes, what I have seen is indeed my past life. It involved my identical twin sister Amy..

My past life that I know did happen was in the late 1700’s, early 1800’s. I see both of us in period dress for that era. I see the building we both go into. I actually follow her into the building. It is a brick building. Brick in sort of a way, with a two story look to it but we both are not healthy. Both she and I are drug addicts. I see where it could have been opium of some sort. I am not sure what drugs were prevalent then but that is what I am seeing. This was actually a dream I had. Same hair, same body, our dresses were at one point nice but now somewhat dirty, and had a lot of wear on them. I think perhaps we were lost souls, and our lives were destroyed by that particular drug. The dress had stripes in it, sort of a champagne and salmon colored stripes. Our hair was curly and pulled up into buns. the sleeves on the dress came to our elbows and even though I hate it today, the dress was poofy in places, like we were wearing corsets around our waist and it poofed at the sleeves, and then poofed at the hips. I hate that look today. Seriously, I can’t stand anything around my elbows, or mid arm length. I prefer to wear long sleeves rolled one turn up.
 I know, it’s tom boyish, but that’s me. its like I am rolling my sleeves up to get dirty, that kind of look about me even though I am not.

The house was bare, window not in place, a desolate kind of feel, as if it were abandoned like a warehouse look to it made of red clay brick and it is in France somewhere. The architecture speaks of France or England. That is where we both go in and do not come out. I can see the building as it is etched in my memory and I know I have been there before, in another time, another era. I entered as a drug addict. I stayed there as a drug addict, probably even worse as a woman some of the things I did.

Drugs scare me today, especially needles. This could be the reason.  I was never into drugs in this lifetime, well, I don’t think I could run for president with my background, but FBI, yeah, maybe, for sure I could.  I can say, I did my share of drinking in my 40 something years of living and am sober now, going into 14 years sobriety.

So I know that I kicked that habit that followed me into this lifetime. Sometimes we are brought back or come back of our own will to fight what plagued us in our other lifetime, something we couldn’t get over or conquer. This lifetime I did. Unfortunately, Amy didn’t. Maybe I did it for both of us.  I won the lost battle.

This is a past life of mine. I have had others but this clearly stands out as though I know I was there. I indeed know that I was.

 

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Othersidepsychic, Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

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I can’t remember if that movie was about trains or flying. For me, it seems appropriate that it is about trains.

Yesterday while going to see property with a realtor whom I am not so sure about ethically, because of what happened,and what I see to come,  I had a premonition seconds before it happened. I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t supposed to. I do know I got a very uneasy feeling about the realtor when I walked into a restaurant to meet him and his wife. It was not a good aura around him. It was more of a grey black. This much I do remember. For someone like me, good auras are everything. He did not have one. She did, but he didn’t. I should have listened to that and walked away. Selfish, only about what he could get is the type of person I had received from my spirit guides and his aura.

Making a right hand turn and about to proceed onto rail road tracks, I got a premonition that I was going to get into an accident and sure enough kabam, right into the back of my car.  The other driver got out. He was okay. He was going really fast to because my back bumper on my old car was made of metal and split right in two. Not good.

I think I was so much in shock that I don’t remember turning the car off, just realizing that my premonition had come true. The realtor reached over and put my car into park.

Needless to say, I didn’t heed my own warnings nor my feelings that surrounded meeting this person. Unfortunately, now I know, because I see it, that he will sue me for his medical injuries. He had none as he proceeded to get up immediately and walked over to the ambulance and had them put a collar around his neck. A cat scan and exray later of his entire body, he bent over to put on his boots and walked out of the hospital to go look at property. It was not a loss for him. It was for me, my car, my transportation and ultimately, what I see to come. A few seconds after the car was hit, the train comes. As I am on the phone with 911, the operator asked if we were off the tracks. Barely made it.

What goes around comes around. Good Karma begets good karma. I only surround myself around good karma. Live and Learn. I am good, a little sore but magnificently alive and good!

As for the other driver, I hope he is okay. As for the realtor, remember, good karma begets good karma. I don’t see it for him.

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang..

Othersidepsychic, CHEAP WHITE BREAD LIES

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Some people read tea leaves, some read palms, some read tarot cards. I read people. All I have to do is look at them. My gift is centered around the top of my head. That is where it enters. I also feel it in my chest. Today though, I am feeling like cheap white bread. Simply, given a gift and not sure how to make people want it or flock to it.  I also realize that I can see people and even through their lies. I am not to charge for my gift. I can’t. So I guess I am destined to be poor for the rest of my life. It’s okay, because actually I am rich. I am rich because I have the love of a higher power, animals and others. Money cant make my gift perform any better. Money can’t buy me happiness. Money kept my gift from me. My ex husband said, don’t get to wrapped up in that spooky shit or else it will consume you. Well that spooky shit happens to be my God given gift.

What am I supposed to do when I was given a gift such as mine? Stifle it? I am sorry. I can’t.  It helped me today, to have my gift. It always does. I just cant see it for myself until after the fact. One the reasons I was given this gift. It was given to me to help others, not myself.  I do listen to warning signs though.

How it helped me today was that I sold my house and the person buying it was not honest in telling me who they really were. I knew who they were. I saw it. I knew they were lying to me. I knew they were a realtor pretending to be someone else. Don’t ever lie to me because it only hurts you if you are in my life. Do you think I can’t see it?  There has been times in my life when I wasn’t honest and it came back to bite me and stung really bad. Anyway, this person who I met.  I knew it before I found out who they were. I found confimation online today when I was doing some research and found their picture. Honestly for someone like me is a life or death situation. I am trying to put my past behind me and live a totally honest life. Its hard when others aren’t.  So when I feel as though I have been lied to, I feel like cheap white bread, more like toast now. Cheap white bread for a poor person who can’t charge for her gift. Pity potty story.  Hey, I could make a sandwich with that one or better yet, creamed chipped beef over white toast or Welsh Rarebit. Sounds good to me.

Othersidepsychic, Claircognizant, Clairvoyance, Knowing

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All you have to do is email. That is all it takes. I don’t have to meet you, I don’t have to hear your voice, or see pictures or touch items to tell you what I see. Thousands of miles away, I can see what is going on in your house, with you, there is not much I can’t see. Am i 100% right? Most of the time, there are pieces to the puzzle that I can deliver to you and you have to fit the puzzle together, and sometimes it goes back generations and sometimes it is in the future, not yet happened.

This is so much more fun than making boring cod cakes at work. Unfortunately, it doesn’t pay the bills. It is not meant to. It is a gift I have to give away freely in order to keep it.

Othersidepsychic, Reflections in the Washing Machine Window

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i have never had a ghost come whirling up to me, sort of like a whoooosh, and then decide to swirl around me. It happened today.

You know how you just know someone is standing behind you or standing beside you or even to feeling like you are being stared at? But when you turn around there is no one there?  I was in the employers kitchen, making him dinner when all of sudden it was as if this ghost came running up to me, and started swirling around me.

I have never had that happen. Then it turned ice cold. I grabbed my cross around my neck and said that I am a child of God and Jesus is my savior and if they are not of God, to leave. Immediately, the air became warm, then it came back. I ignored it. Went about making cod cakes.  I mean seriously, who would be talking to ghosts and making cod cakes at the same time?

Then I went down to the laundry room where there are several washing machines. I happened to look up and there was a face staring at me from inside the washer. I just stopped, I stared. Weirder, it morphed. The face went into the image of my twin and then into the image of my twins beloved dog, Beth, a German shepard whom she named after me. I know I know. When they called the dog, we both answered. Neither the dog nor myself were sure which one of us they wanted so we both showed up.

Then the image was gone.

When I got home from work, spirit is knocking on the door, scratching on the door, a cabinet sounding like the door was rattling as though someone was trying to open it.  I am also wondering if I was followed from work to home. I think though my painting the house and doing some minor work has disturbed who ever is residing here. At least the paint color I picked out warms the place up. I did inform the ghost in my house that if they didn’t like the colors, they could take it outside and stay there. Their choice in colors sucked.

 

OtherSidePsychic, When We are Near Death

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Its called Life on Life’s terms. We all have to go through it and face the final hour. Its not so romantic really as the movies portray it. Some people are riddled with cancer, others, a debilitating disease, still others take their own life, despondent over the ones they were living.

He was talking to his father during his final hours, even seeing angels at his window. His father had passed about twenty years prior of throat cancer and alzheimers.  I witnessed it first hand.

When we are near death, either we are surrounded by angels, people who loved us and passed on before us or we are not. I know I have seen the arch angel Michael twice in my short life. I know that is one angel who will be with me during my finalexperience and into the next life.

I knew when my twin sister was dying as I felt it half way across the world. I became violently ill, and it was a sinking feeling of actually dying, needing to reach her immediately but I couldn’t. All I could think about was Amy. I had to tell her goodbye. I was too sick to get off the floor. It was actually what she was feeling.  I was perfectly healthy a minute before.

If we didn’t care about a person we wouldn’t cry our hearts out when they pass on. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn’t cry but be happy that they have gone onto a world far more better than what they left.

We all know what happens to the people who are not so nice and pure of heart.

I do know the man I saw die, saw angels, was surrounded by them, and was talking to people he loved who had passed on. They came back for him to take him home. In a coma, he said he wanted to go home but how was he going to get there? Piggy Back? Those were his exact words. He laughed, and a few hours later, he passed.

I hope I don’t have to hitchhike a ride, I hope Amy shows up in a nice BMW

 

 

OtherSidePsychic, When They Go Missing

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Yes, I can see where they are. Yes, I know who took them and yes, the police think all psychics are a bunch of wackos who make stuff up. Not true.

In this case, it was a missing dog. I happened to be talking to a Hispanic lady about pets in the pet aisle of Whole Foods the other day when she said her precious yorkie went missing over a year ago.

I saw it.

I asked her if she had a Korean or Chinese family close by as a neighbor. She said yes. I asked her if the lady had short brown/black hair and lived with a daughter or the daughter came by to check on her all the time. She said yes.

I then proceeded to tell her where the Korean lady lived. She lived at the end of the street, across from her.

The lady did indeed confirm that the Korean woman lived across the street and it was at the end of the street.

I also saw a metal fence around her yard. She confirmed this as well.

A lot of confirmations wouldn’t you say? She was in shock I saw this. I told her that the young lady who appears to be the daughter is the one who wanted the dog but I did see the dog got out, and ran to the house not knowing where it was. The Korean lady took it and gave it to her daughter.

I am waiting to find out if indeed the dog is still at the house or with the lady’s daughter. I see more with the daughter. My point is, if the poilce had more open minds, more crimes would be solved by very capable people such as me, because I can tell you alot of things about the crimes you see on tv. But for now, no one has asked my opinion.

OtherSidePsychic, When The Dead Speak.

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After four days of driving down muddy roads, flying in an un-pressurerized plane from Roatan to Le Ceiba Honduras, we finally arrived at the only clinic at the time that had a MRI machine. Four days prior, my ex husband comes out onto the deck of the yacht, holding his head in pain, screaming, “Call the Doctor, call the doctor.” It was around 11 pm at night, in a strange port, and we didn’t know anyone. I had no idea of really where we were at the time. I just knew, Honduras.

I have never ever seen him in such pain before. He was yelling it hurt so bad. This was a man whose pain threshold was so high that even a professional fighter would look like a kindergartener.  I was outside smoking a cigarette at the time, (when I smoked) and this was one month after my twin sister Amy had passed. We had just gotten into port. We were next to Johnny Carson’s yacht, The Serengeti and did not have yacht cell phone service. The only cell phone that was working was that of our Ships agent given to us earlier that day and one number only we knew. His.

“Call the doctor” and with that Richard stumbled back inside the yacht. I was frightened beyond belief and asked out loud, “Amy, what is wrong with Richard?” I was crying and shaking.

I knew Amy was around, had been with me since she died. She never left my side because I was at the jumping off point and there was a reason she had stayed with me.

Then I heard her clear as day, loud as an ambulance siren.

“Beth, Richard has had a brain hemorrage. Call the doctor. He will be okay but you need to call the doctor.”

I called the ships agent with my trembling hand. I explained we needed an ambulance, a doctor immediately.

“What is wrong with the Captain so I can tell the doctor? he asked.

“He has had a brain hemorrage. Please tell him to hurry.”

Within a few minutes, Dr. Noel Brito from Roatan arrives and gives Richard an injection to bring his blood pressure down.

It was the rainy season. We couldn’t get a medivac jet in because the runways were closed down. We were stuck. So the three of us made the journey to the mainland to the hospital there to seek treatment. Time was of the essence and Richard’s life hung in the balance.

Four days later, Dr. Brito, Richard and the Neurologist and Neurosurgeon confirmed that the MRI did ndeed show that Richard had had a sub-arrachnoid brain hemorrhage.

The big question they all wanted to know was, ” How did you know what had happened to Richard?” “How did you know what to tell Dr. Brito?”

Very simply, I said, Amy told me.

Thank you Amy for being there for Richard, for myself, even when you were dead.

OtherSidePsychic, If They Died, Then How Come I Just Saw Them?

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It is because you did.

The woman with her hair pulled back that made me do a triple take was indeed my twin sister walking on the street. That man with the handle bar mustache I have seen for the last three days, same build, same hair, is indeed my friend who died three years ago.

Make no mistakes, they do come back and make their presence known and some spirits decide to make it really obvious.

“I was at her funeral, but I just saw her” was a remark made to me not too long ago.

It is because they want you to know that they are still around you, still watching over you. It’s really comforting to know this.

When I saw the woman on the street walking in Honduras, I could have sworn, put my hand on the bible kind of swear that it was my Amy. My heart just pounded with excitement, then I realized I had buried her one month prior.  She was my identical twin.  My heart sank and the tearing apart started all over again.

You saw it on Long Island Medium, where a man came back to check on his son, dressed in baseball gear and he thought he saw his dad. He did.

So the next time you do a double take and swear that it is the person in your life you loved that was lost, but your senses tell you that it just can’t be, trust me, it can be and it is.

I have since seen Amy several times and heard her. But it’s been a long time now. I will do another post about Amy while in Roatan.  Well, my dead friend, like family really, Harvey, was really a shock. For the last three days I have seen Harvey. I wonder where his wife Ann is.  We were really close. When I left my husband in Portugal, due to divorce, as the cab was driving away, I saw her sitting on the back deck of the yacht with my ex husband. It was around 2 am. Her white hair glowed in the night. She was there for him. He couldn’t see her because she was already dead but I could. I have that gift. He just didn’t and never believed in it.

Now it is her deceased husband I am seeing around me. Hey, weirder things have happened.

I am just glad he is around. He always did make me feel at ease. His wife on the other hand was kind of prickly and made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. Just like my ex husband.

Still I loved them dearly.