The most loving comforting human being God placed in my life, the man who supported me in everything I did, loved me through all of my horrible faults and disasters and even made house calls to his patients, was my father, Dr. Lawton. When he died of lung cancer, my life was devastated. No child should ever lose their Daddy young and I did. I was grown when he died and needed some sign that he was okay. I knew he was. He was the epitome of God’s love for us. It wasn’t until much later that he appeared to me in a dream. He came out of a brilliant blue background, dressed in his go to work clothes, a suit, bow tie, his salt and pepper hair the same as well as his glasses. He was healthy. The cancer was gone and he was happy and healthy again.
I said, “Daddy, what are you doing here, you are dead?” It was as if this was a waiting room, a brilliant blue waiting room we met in. We hugged the father daughter hug, I wished it never ended but it did. He still had that musky earthy smell, a mix of Captain black tobacco and pepper with a hint of orange.
He said, “I came back to check on you Beth. Are you okay?”
I replied, Yes, I am okay, Daddy, are you okay?” It was awkward, and I was almost uncertain as to how I should act.
He said he was.okay. He had a smile that you just knew was a joking smile. He was happy. No more pain. I told him I loved him and he said he loved me back. It was awkward because I knew he was dead and so did he. How do you hug a ghost?
Then he was gone.
I wish the moment had lasted longer, as I wish his life had because I had a lot of questions and a lot more love to give him.
Why Me? There was a powerful white golden light. I was staring straight at it and as I was walking towards it I was stopped by a beautiful man.Simply incredible in his appearance. The darkest blackest eyes. He just appeared in front of me and I could not go around him, or scoot by him. He was floating but remained on the left hand side of the white golden light. EVen the tendons in his wings, yes wings, were so clear. His hair was jet black but had been bronzed or guilded so that you could tell it was black but in appearance, it was a golden bronze. His dress was that of the Roman soldiers but not so, meaning he was in a short sheath, with a rope belt around his waist. Never a smile crossed his lips. He was serious. He was there to protect where I was going and me. I heard the name Michael. This was his name, this angel floating in front of me.
I was sober, sick but definitely sober and when I woke up, I asked a priest what it meant. Was there an angel named Michael. (pretty sad that I didn’t know about Michael the arch angel.) he said yes, there was a angel named Michael who was the arch angel whose primary job was to protect Heaven and has been known to appear to humans in dire circumstances. Why me? He has since appeared again to me: this time holding out his hand for me as I slipped out of my shell, my old skin, and as I step out, he holds his hand out for me, to take me.
How do I know it is the Arch Angel Michael I saw?
When I went to Connecticut shortly after that visitation, I went with friends and my ex husband to an auction. This was the preview day for the auction. From across the room, sitting on a table by itself was a bronzed sculpture. I immediately recognized this statue as Michael. I pointed it out to Richard, my ex and said that is him. That is the Arch Angel Michael who I saw. We rushed over to the table and sure enough, it was a bronzed statue of the Arch Angel done by a French sculptor who had seen him and sculpted his vision of Michael and it was exactly what I saw. The gilded bronze, the wings, the curly hair matted to his head as I had seen. We tried to bid on it but it was too pricey. I don’t need a sculpture to remind me of what I saw. I see his eyes every time I think about it.
Since having seen him, I came across the book on angels that I have not seen again. I should have bought it because there was a picture done by an artist of Michael and she saw him. This was the spitting image of what I saw. Now that book was affordable. But still I have to ask, Why Me?
Usually I only talk to her on Facebook simply because I don’t have her telephone number
Well, I caught her on line yesterday and asked her if everything was good but I did see something, medically not right with her. Her blood was not right. Neither was something else. Miss B confirmed her red blood cell count was low, very low. I also told her about the lump I saw in her breasts. I specifically asked if it was in the upper left and I was answered with a resounding yes. . She did have a Dr. appointment yesterday but forgot to go. They found the lump while she was away for a time but she was ready to tackle the problem.
She said that t”here was nothing that she could hide from me, was there?”
Obviously not. I pretty much see everything. Welcome to my world.
If you are reading this Miss B. promise me to follow up with the doctors. Remember, I have a gift, I see and I know.
Psychic I am, Claircognizant I am and Medium I am. A witch or practitioner of the dark arts I am not. I walk in God’s white light always. There is a lot ignorance as to what I do. Here is one.She cleans houses for a living. A good Christian lady who spends every day off doing church work and working with the church youth. She does not cuss and is not exactly someone who would believe in my abilities. So I just came right out with it as we were talking. Specifically to ask what the first three letters of Ell meant to her. Was it Ellerbe, eller, even elmo? Her brother was behind her telling me about the person with this unusual name. But the entire name was not coming across. Kel’s brother wore dark glasses, drove a black truck, and died of a heart attack several years ago. It turns out Kelly held the hand of a strange man having a heart attack named Ellerby, who died. She was his florence nightingale for the moment. This was just validation that her brother was there telling me events in Kelly’s life even he was never told about when he was alive. There was no disputing the fact he was there, and that I was carrying a message to Kel that he was alive and well, just invisible to her.
She was a believer after I told her these things. I also told her her mother stood pretty far off in the distance, due to the amount of time ago that she had died. The people who were immediately close to Kel was her best friend who had dark straight hair, and bangs and she had died of cancer. She confirmed her friend did indeed die of cancer and the confirmed the description. Also, I said her mother is coming forward holding up a quilted pattern. Did she quilt? I asked Kel.
Kel responded that her mother tried quilting right before her death and never finished it.
Upon walking into my employers house, there was a short stout lady with brown curly hair who immediately greeted me, wanting to know why I was there. Well, I told her I was the new cook. She smiled. She was a good spirit. She was the grandmother to my employer. Then i went upstairs and her photo confirmed what I saw below. She passed several years ago but still remains to look after her granddaughter.
Of course when speaking with Eric, he confirmed a huge loss of his best friend, who I saw hanging around him, as a guide and he also confirmed the number 5. Why I was seeing this number is because his friend died on October 5, 2009 at exactly 5:55.
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…
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..
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
OTHER SIDE PSYCHIC 