I was recently “tested” by another supposedly psychic-skeptic. It was relayed to me through my mother who was online with him. He found out I was a psychic and medium. Then the questions started the minute I gave him a compliment on his glasses. Mind you, I am thousands of miles away from him. From me telling him the color of the van he drove, that he wrecked, of which I told him I saw it wrecked, to the year it was made, to the shape of the glasses he wears to the blue object in his home that I saw. Even down to the underwear in his closet sitting on the floor of which he denied.
You can’t hide much from me. I also saw him and I know this person does not have a gift like mine. I also told him about the spirits in in his house to the ghost outside his house. He confirmed all of this.
If you don’t believe someone like me, that’s fine. Just stop with the constant barrage of questions to catch the psychic in a missed answer. I told him if he didn’t stop I would flatten his tire or send more ghosts to his house. I really didn’t mean it but hey, I was getting fed up. Like the Liberty Mutual insurance company ad, “Hey, we are not perfect.” We are here to carry a message of hope and love from the other side and to forewarn of , not to be tested constantly or have contests to prove who is the better psychic. I have been called one of the most accurate psychic-mediums out there. I am just here to carry a message, a message of hope, love, from the other side.
I do my job to help others, not to prove to others that I am real. Do you really think I would attach the name psychic to my name? Do you have any idea how painful that can be, how I have lived my life being ridiculed by others, cast aside, shunned? Do you really think any normal person would do this on a regular basis? Absolutely not. We still live in a world that conveys the impression of being a psychic and medium as scary, freaky, not normal, mentally ill. It is hard to fathom a gift you don’t have. Just as Einstein had a gift, most of us will never ever know, why is it so difficult to fathom a gift of knowing? Slowly as it brings enlightenment on tv with Long Island Medium and the Angel, we are learning, that we are not bad people, just people with a unique gift to offer closure from our loved ones on the other side.
You will know I am for real from the first minute you talk to me.
Usually my spirit guides won’t let me see for myself. That is like knowing the lottery ticket winning numbers.I can not see anything for myself, but recently as three months ago, my gift changed. It was for a reason.
I had been praying to be relieved of my job. Now you would think most people would do anything to keep their job. Not so in private service. Meaning working for the ultra wealthy. The employer was wonderful in a few ways but was also very much leaning to favorites among employees. A lot of things went on behind the scenes that she was not aware of and it certainly was not my job to tell her. I prayed that something come along because I hated going to work. I absolutely hated it. I never knew what kind of mood the head housekeeper would be in on a daily basis and the second housekeeper would order me around just like the head one and I am the chef. I don’t mind helping out but to take away from food production to clean white linens or to deep clean a suite was not what I was hired to do. I was hired to help out as a team but food came second to them. I was fighting a lost battle. The husband would not eat the food because it was diet food so I wanted out.
The signs started appearing. More and more of them from my psychic guides. I knew my job was ending.When my employer asked me to get her book of foods ready, I knew then. The day it was determined that I could no longer work there, Joe my best friend whom I live with had a cardiac problem and was admitted into ICU for 2 days straight. This just happened. Then the job offer came forward. It came forward before my departure from my old job. Acceptance was the day after I left my job. Be careful of what you pray for, as it will come true. I am glad because I could not take the abuse, the emotional turmoil and the feeling of micro management by all staff. I was definitely taken advantage of in this position. I wonder if I just shouldn’t set up shop as a psychic but I am not allowed to charge for my gift. I can’t.
There have been many self viewings of what lay ahead for myself that I have not shared. Only in rare cases can I see for myself and that is to prepare me. This time I was prepared.
It is true when one door closes another opens but it is done for a reason. You just have to see the signs and be prepared.
I made a promise to my former employer before her death I would not leave the yacht as he would need me. I also promised her friends. I didn’t, not for a few years, and it was only until her spouse could become stronger. He did rejoin life, eventually. Life went on as it always does. We seem to think it stops, and wish it would so the world could grieve our heartbreak. Just because they die doesn’t mean they leave us. Rebecca didn’t.
When he couldn’t go on, crying in the master stateroom of how he didn’t want to live life without her, the bathrobe fell off the bathroom door.
He got up and picked it up and put it back on the hook.
Then he started talking to her again and once more, the bathrobe fell off the hook again. Once more he picked it back up and placed it back on the hook.
When he started talking to her again going over his life with her and how he couldn’t possibly go on, the bathrobe fell down. A light bulb went off in his head and it occurred to him that she was telling him to pick himself up like that bathrobe and go back to life.
She was still there after many years. The chair she would always sit in on the aft deck was covered in her signature perfume. The strangest thing was that it was a terribly windy day and to have perfume linger in an area was not going to happen on a day like that. It couldn’t, but it did. Her perfume was there years after she passed.
They never really leave us. They truly never do…