Directions From The Other Side

It never fails to amaze me

everytime I fly to Italy to see my family I plan on going to  see my twin sisters grave. She died and was interred in Rome Italy in 2002.

Trying to find her actual family plot in the Italian myriad of mass graves, pauper markings and glass moseleums is quite a feat. She always comes through.

The very first I soloed my driving trip to her grave I was so very upset but had the faith she would instruct me where to go. She did. She led me to her grave as though I had been going there all the time.

The “backup’s, go one block, make a right, to yelling stop so loud in my head I thought my brain would burst, succeeded in confirming she was I need still with me.

This time was no different.  A simple Beth, you’ve gone one block too far,to I am behind that wall of trees once again proved she is still with me . This time I had a passenger who witnessed it first hand and he was Jewish.

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Slave and Ghosts from The Past

Litchfield Plantation
I went there as a psychic and medium right after Ghost Hunters the tv show went there, trying to capture something out of the ordinary. My job was different in that, my abilities are not scientific based but rather a direct connection to the other side and the messages they have to send us. Specifically, I was to help the owner and to tell him what I saw. This was in late September 2015. Upon arrival to the grounds I exited my black car and suddenly, without warning, went down grasping my head in pain. Absolute pain. The kind of pain that makes you wonder if you are dying. I just kept holding it and saying to my partner in my business, my head, my head. In this case, someone did die and I was feeling what that person died from. An empath you say? Yes, I am that as well and a remote viewer, but it was also a spirit getting a message across to me. A spirit with no name or face. Incognito. It happens on occasion.
Just then a big just polished SUV pulls up and out of it climbs the most fit and handsome man with the bluest eyes I have laid eyes on. He was the owner of the plantation. Young to my oldness. But he was so kind as to have me there and Joe and I made ourselves right at home. It was going to be a long two days with doing our recordings into the wee morning hours.
I looked at the owner still holding my head due to the pain and said, Hi, I am Mary, Sorry but as soon as I got here I got the worst head ache and I dont get headaches. He just looked at me.
I told him, someone died of a head injury or brain injury and they had something to do with this plantation. He just kept staring at me.
I also told him he had a father figure standing behind him. He acknowledged his father indeed did die. I asked what he died from and he said, a brain hemorrage. Theres the proof there. It was his father who I was feeling. Still didn’t see him as clearly as I normally see spirits but it was his father who died of the brain injury.
A brain hemorrage or anuerism is one of the worst headaches you would every experience in your life. I know because my ex husband actually survived one.
While at Litchfield, I saw a slave cook at the outdoor kitchen, actually about 8 of them but one stood out. She was a very short and very overweight cook from the mid to late 1700’s or early 1800’s dressed in a head scarf, long dirty white apron to the ground, long sleeves and a long dress that she obviously made herself. I don’t know her name but she is still stuck to the plantation, perhaps a home she grew to love and admire. In one of our taped conversations, she said to me, “Good Life Here”.
Joe and I were visited by two little girls running and laughing. No sight of them but I heard them clear as day out on the balcony and Joe heard them at the same time while he sat on the front porch. They are probably the same children who died at an early age and both had the same name. A older girl accompanies them, probably Mona who is dressed in a blue dress, with dark hair parted down the middle, and dark eyes.
I never saw the full blown apparition of Mona but I saw her if that makes sense. I can see the spirits without the proverbial full apparition.
Then my encounter with Dr. or Colonel Tucker. On several occasions, he did not want to excuse me for the way I was dressed and he certainly did not like the music I was playing at 3 am, coming across loud and clear with his repetitive no’s when I asked him if he wanted to hear it again.
He first showed up on my bedroom threshold two months early when I said I was coming out there. I looked up and a man dressed in a beige confederate or maybe Bermuda uniform walked past my bed and turned and walked back into my kitchen at my tiny apartment. He kept doing that. When I say yes to going somewhere to do a reading or yes to reading a person, the door opens and there he was. Hat, pointed white beard, spectacles, larger mid area but it could have been his uniform. White hair. It was him. He carried in his hand a small black book, almost like a bible. I found out later he was very religious and had the church moved to his property so the slaves could worship easily.
Litchfield was the largest slave plantation, rice growing plantation in the South during those times and he had close to 150 slaves at any one given time working the rice fields.
I lost my temper with him one time when I got upset as to how he treated the slaves and that slavery was wrong and you can hear on one of the tapes Dr. Tucker carrying on a conversation. A full blown conversation.
He mainly stayed in his office and bedroom.
So many slaves on the grounds, one was a gate keeper who had a hidden agenda to a confederate soldier who hangs out under the oak trees guarding Litchfield. He doesn’t move. One bride who was walking under the oak trees for her wedding saw him so I know I am not the only one.
Sally and about eight other slaves are on the grounds holding the body of a humungous black man with no head. Massive slave man who died apparantly maybe by a gator attack. I cant see his head and it is not there. Just some of the things I saw. Another spirit, perhaps an older woman as it was really hard to tell asked me Who are you?
The one spirit that had to go and spoil a good time was Donald parsons. A not so nice man who stole millions from the plantation, just robbing it blind leaving others to hold the bag. He is there as well and hangs out in the cottage. Evil doesn’t begin to describe him. I searched all over Pawley’s Island for white sage to do a cleansing and when Sunday came, the day for me to leave and also perform the cleansing of the cottage, Joe got a telephone call saying his alarm was going off at the house. that was not possible. Why? Debora knew the code when she went in to take care of the cats. Then again. I never stopped to think it was or could have been the evil entity trying to get me off the property so i wouldnt have to do the cleansing. It was brought to my attention. Earlier that morning, I know I saw him wave at me, Red eyes, a wave from the cottage window from where I stood in the main house. A slow wave. Unbeknownst to me, I also captured him on video pacing back and forth in the window of the cottage. At least I have proof of him.
So we gave the owner the information we had, and had him listen to the tapes and watch a few. We captured more than any other team ever had simply because I am a medium, and I have no hidden agenda. I am not using it to make myself rich or for a tv show. Spirits know this and few will talk to you if they know they are going to be used for that purpose. Most are in touch with the living world. Shortly thereafter we left and arrived back in Florida around 10 pm. I had just gotten Joe a new iPhone for the business when Siri came on. The phone was turned off. Joe didn’t know what Siri was and how to operate the phone. It was brand new. Somehow Siri came on and clearly said, “Now Now” as if to scold me. Joe and I looked at each other in disbelief, horror. There was no way. No way that phone could have powered on by itself. It was still off.
Then Siri said, “What do you call a slut in the ground?” The obvious answer to this question was “dead” I knew the answer to the question but Joe and I were to alarmed to say anything but look at each other in horror.
I knew who this came from. I knew what he intended to do to me if I returned.
I totally understood the message he was trying to send. I wasn’t dealing with a typical haunting of a greedy ex plantation manager but now a full blown demonic entity that had to be removed by a priest. I alerted the owners admin assistant as to what transpired and she said to me, the phone calls for the alarm, the phone coming on when turned off and Siri speaking to me. It was an attempt to get me off the property immediately and it was a death threat.
It was indeed a warning sent to me by Donald Parsons.
Well, I have news for him. I will be back but in the meantime, I am surrounding him with lots of God’s love and white light. I am also doing the same for me as I walk in my eternal fathers white light and love. Oh, I am also praying for his soul. For any kind of redemption that can be had.
Mary, Othersidepsychic

Hide and Seek

He didn’t want to show himself. He was married to her for far too long and when he passed, that was it for him. No more going back to check on her. It wasn’t that long after he had died that she moved another man into her bed. So what was the point? Then she started contacting me. I mean really contacting me to the point of almost abuse. Why couldn’t I bring him through to her and why couldn’t he come to her?

“I was slacking. I was useless, I wasn’t any good.” Those were her words to me on a daily basis. I, being a kind soul couldn’t bring myself to tell her, he is hiding behind a wall throwing out clues to me because he really basically doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. He is playing hide and seek, only he doesn’t want you to find him. He doesn’t want to be found.  He DOESNT WANT TO COME BACK TO YOU!!!  Really simply abusive lady, try kicking that scum bag out of your bed and show some real remorse for the loss of your husband who probably put up with you for umpteen years.  That was my thought but obviously she wanted her cake and her birthday present as well. Not going to happen. It’s not like they can’t see you and what you do. Of course they can. Just because they move from one physical body to a spiritual energy form doesn’t mean they can’t see you. They can. They can hear you too. He probably heard what you called me.

So her deceased husband hid behind the partition, a wall that reminded me of the tv show, The Dating Game from the 70’s. Now I am showing my age. He showed me signs, symbols, private things that went on their married life but refused to come all the way through. Some spirits won’t do this as they are afraid they might not get back to where they currently are. He was not the only one to do it this way. A mother who passed early in life from a heart issue also wouldn’t show herself. I think she was, I know she was ashamed and the family didn’t tell me everything but I saw it. I saw what happened to her. That’s okay. Also, some spirits who take their own life do this as well because they are also ashamed. This was not the case in this instance with this lady and her deceased husband. If I were him, heck I would run as far as eternity was long. I would keep on running.

So if I tell you I can’t bring him or her forward, but I give you all the necessary information from them so that you know without a doubt I am speaking to them,  take this as a sign that perhaps they don’t want to come back..for whatever reason.  However, for this “lonely” lady in mourning, it was because he had had enough of her crap and didn’t want to deal with it in the afterlife.

Mary

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Othersidepsychic, When Spirits Don’t Speak Our Language They Bring Translators

I was in the AT&T store the other day looking at new phones and Juan was the salesman assigned to me. He was a pretty non descript non exciting gentleman who was busy trying to figure out my needs. My phone just stopped working and I wanted to upgrade to a different one and I was curious as to what plans were out there for me.

Well, then she showed up. Her hair was impeccable and so was her English. She was dressed in a suit and behind her was a little old man, wrinkled from the sun. He was dressed in simple attire, old work pants, a old shirt, and he had a comb over on his head. I could tell he was foreign but not sure as to what country he was from.

She was his language barrier. An interpreter.

I looked at Juan wondering if I should say something. I did. No holds barred with me. I said, “Juan, there is a man standing behind you and a woman standing to the right of you. The woman is telling me there is a man who died about 13 years ago and is here. Did you lose a grandfather about that time?”

He was in shock. The look on his face was not what he was expecting and just looked dazed at me as to question, who am I?

I explained that yes, I cook for a living to pay the bills but I am really a very gifted medium and psychic and remote viewer. I also explained I was seeing his grandfather and this woman standing behind him and they are trying to get a message across to him. In my explanations of what I was seeing, I also told Juan the names of other famous people I have read to lend credibility to who I was.

He indeed did lose a grandfather 13 years ago. At that time, he lost all concentrations on me and my needs of wanting to upgrade. Well, that was sorted out over a period of two hours.
After a few minutes, my questions turned to Juan and I asked him, “who is this woman? I described her to him but it did not fit any description of a lost loved one.
Juan had not a clue. Then I asked, did your grandfather not speak English? This woman was very professional looking in her mannerisms, how she was dressed and how she stayed at a distance from the grandfather. You could just tell they were not together as a couple. That she was there on business only.
He said no, he did not speak English. He was from Mexico.
Bingo, I figured it out, he had brought a translator with him to see his grandson.
This was the first time I encountered a translator on the other side.
The translator never gave her name and she proceeded to show me a place in Mexico that this man, Juan’s grandfather lived. It had columns, stone concrete columns sitting outside to the entrance of where he lived.
Juan did indeed confirm that the entrance to the town had columns outside, concrete columns that were tall. It was the entrance to his city that he grew up in as a child and where his family lived. He named the city but for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the town.
The grandfather then proceeded to tell me about Juan’s sister who was studying to be a medical person. But for some reason she left school. He didnt want her to leave school, rather finish her education so she didn’t end up like him, poor, a pauper, a man of little knowledge.
Juan confirmed his sister was in medical college at one point but left due to family issues and money.
His mouth was left hanging open. But the real kicker came when I said to Juan, your grandfather loves your three children.
Indeed, Juan had three children, and he became a true believer when I said those words. I nailed it on the head for him. For a non believer, he came to believe that our loved ones are indeed around us.
My point is that, even though our loved ones may come from different countries, they can still speak our same language on the other side, only that it may need a translator to do so.
In leaving Juan, and with a new cell phone in hand and pricey plan, I told him, his grandfather will always be with him, watching over him and his family.
Nice to know language is not a barrier to getting a message across.

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My Readings, From My Facebook Page

Mary Othersidepsychic I’ve been so busy that I haven’t forgotten what ya done for me just haven’t had time. But I want to thank you for your reading. It made me smile when ya mentioned my husband being with me and even brought his sense of humor through. Made me laugh out loud not the hills and then being rocky equaling to Rock Hill which is where he worked. A-mazing! From the rocker to his steel toe boots being on the porch to the rocking chair i was just in awe. The necklace that you saw that was important to me wasn’t from him I thought bout it and it is the necklace I wear now which holds a ring on it with Robert’s name in it. So thought that was great once i realized it. The comment you made bout him saying ‘I’m one tough lady’ made me tear cuz he’s said that on more then one occasion. And hugging me from behind was his favorite way he hugged me. I felt so great after your reading thank you so much. Your amazing… and your want and desire to just keep others in contact with loved ones and help with some closure is a blessing. Thank you again and if ya ever feel my loved ones coming thru again i look forward to hearing thank you and God bless you
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Vanessa