Tag: Dead
Othersidepsychic, Why Are you Still Answering the Phone? Your Dead
It’s been a while since I posted simply because I have been working non stop and have had no time to even iron my pants for work,much less write about the dead or my experiences with them.
This is kind of hard to ignore though. Ever since Joe’s mother died, Joe has had her phone. It is comforting for him to hear her voice when he dials the number and her voice recording comes on. Well, comforting for him. Not for me. Not by a long shot.
For two weeks after she died, I would call Joe on that particular phone and for two weeks straight, she would answer first, then Joe. Each time I was freaked out and threw the phone with a scream to follow. Only one other time in my life has someone I knew answered the phone after they were dead or used the phone as communication and that was my identical twin sister Amy.
One time I was driving and when I heard her answer, I almost wrecked the brand new car I was driving. It happened again tonight. This lets Joe know she is still around but for me, well, you would think that maybe she might say something like, Hi Mary, it’s Rose. Still here or something to the fact to let me know she was not going to spook me everytime I called or even an inkling to let me know she was still around but nooooooooo. So I just started calling Joe on his old phone.
Yes, we psychics still get chills up our spines and freaked out from time to time. Usually it is in a very scary ghost movie or something we were not expecting such as this that totally throws us off guard.
OtherSidePsychic, When The Dead Speak.
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?
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.
OTHER SIDE PSYCHIC 