What’s Real and What’s Not

Youve seen the paranormal tv shows asking if the spirit is there, (sigh) and every other spin off that a paranormal series can muster.  Granted, as a medium, remote viewer, psychic I have watched my share of it. It was the highlight of my weekends. When you are not married, middle age and have cats, your life is not exactly full of hot dates, and oh, if you are a medium, might I add, men avoid you. I’ve been married twice. It scared them as one ex husband told me. “Don’t meddle in that.” Well, how can I not? I was born with a gift.  So two husbands later, I still have my cats and my gift and not so real paranormal shows. If you were to walk in my shoes, you would turn the channel when those shows came on  because they have nothing on what goes on in my life. Are they for real? Why can’t they capture what I get on a daily basis? It’s simple, its called spirit and a gift.

It amazes me what happens to me on a daily basis. It is like a child discovering new surroundings when I wake up. Spirit never fails to show me another side to the otherside. For several years its been spirits in my hair. They catch a ride. Some are good, most are, some are not so good. I immediately know when it happens to. My energy level has sunk to a record 0. Photographs always confirm this. Sometimes I have spirits follow me from other locations. Not attachments but followers hoping that my energy can help them cross. I had a spirit follow me from the Deep South to Paris France and show up in a group photo. Then there are the spirits that show up in daytime. that is a part of my gift that stands out among all of them. Others have tried but not to the extent I have been able to show them. They once had lives, once had families that loved them and even maybe animals, kids too. Even the animals have souls. So when you think you are watching something entertaining, think again. Most spirits are more than capable of doing something resounding only they dont have to sit up and beg for treats. They don’t need to. Respect is the word that needs to be learned when dealing with spirits. They know all and see all once on the otherside.

To take away from reading this, how would you like it if someone chased your dead mom and grandad around to get them to speak or interact with you just so they can be famous and show something that might be more than most people show on tv. I don’t chase spirits, I simply don’t have to. They want to be around me. It’s my energy and I am not out to make a dime off it. I give it away more than I am given.

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Better Late Than Never

He had heard about me from my hairdresser. So he became my friend on a social media site. That was it. He never sent me a message or contacted me. I think he wanted to. He never did.  Actually I sent him one. As soon as I saw his picture, his old partner came through and he wanted me to contact him because he had something to say.

So I did

If I contact someone it is to deliver a message from spirit. This spirit was his former partner who took his life. He had to get his message known. So I persisted and we agreed to meet. I am sure when a medium contacts you, there might be hesitation to find out what they want to tell you. He was very open to it which made the process better. I somehow ended up in the wrong location and spirit was there hanging onto my shoulder the entire way, nervous that his ex partner was about to show up. Eventually I made it to the right location. It was a very eclectic, diverse and very popular place on a weekends. It was the first time I saw a cat in a stroller and loving it. Usually you see a smaller dog being pushed in a baby stroller, certainly not a cat.

You might ask, well, if the living have grief, and gotten over it, maybe the dead can too. Even if the living human has gone through the grieving process and forgiven the suicide victim, it is not over for the suicide victim themselves. They are still trying to come to terms with what they did, why they did it and to find closure, most want to say they are sorry, the biggest word is sorry. Some dont want to let go, others will remain in a grey area because they can’t forgive themselves but most are in the light upon death. They don’t go to hell unless they are extremely bad people in life. He was still around, still hanging around.

So we three sat down, me and two men. One was the new partner. Of course spirit was not happy that he was there but he knew he was dead and couldn’t do anything about it and just wanted his old partner happy. He just wanted happiness for him. I told him I was shown pills and a rope. This was how the suicide victim took his own life.

Burial plans were discussed and I suggested that they follow his wishes. Keeping his remains was not an option but perhaps granting what he wanted with maybe a second option to appease the living was the answer.

All in all, the suicide victim was happy in that he could now move on, and go into the light knowing that he said what he wanted to say, and that was a simple but heart felt sorry and to grant forgiveness and receive it. Better late than never I say.

 

 

Measures in Time

Measures in Time

The eternal smile, worn tight, fosters an agist culture that demands youthfulness. Constant bombardment of natural cures, anti aging creams, cool sculpting to going under the knife for the sake of erasing time stares back at you in the mirror. The deep circles or sagging neck, the jowls all define the human person as it ages. The greying of the hairs, crows feet flying, smaller eyes, are but the signs of father time and the measures he places upon the human body.
The time it took someone to experience life, to outgrow diapers, to spell, read and write, hit their first baseball, or learn to ride a bike, is wiped away. Where did the line go that signified true loss and pain or , the moment you captured love in the eyes of another? Is it magically lessened? Sent away in one knife and one pull of the skin? Where did the smile upon attending the grandchild’s first birthday go? What happened to the wrinkle that upturned on its own, that symbolized the marriage to the love of your life? The frown line when you scrunched your face thinking? That cuteness with abandonment filled by botox. When the character lines are erased, where might have the character of the moment of that particular memory have gone? Each subtle pull of the fingers, tightening ever so gently, takes away what life intended you remember. The scar from falling in the river on oysters, the laugh lines from the comedy club, a night spent with friends to the minutest engravings left behind after the worst breakup, where has it gone? Holding the lifeless furry body of your best friend after getting hit by the car, where is the life line on you to connect you to that moment? It’s gone. This is life found in the memories of your skin, character lines of where you have been, and what your soul has experienced.
The attention placed on the soul must be greater than the attention placed on the outward appearance if one is to remain forever young.

Three Escorts

He saw angels standing at his window sill in the hospital room. Large angels that were waiting on him. The fragile hairless man who stood up was ravaged by the disease that had him. Yet, he jumped out of bed to see his companions who would, along with his father escort him to the otherside. He had never seen an angel before, there were three waiting on him, their wings outstretched, all in white gowns, with crowns of gold on their heads were waiting for one of their beloved souls to cross. He asked if I saw them. I had to see them! They were so beautiful!

A few hours later, this fragile man was comatose muttering in his sleep, “How are you going to take me home? Yes, I want to go home. How are we going to get there? Piggy back?” then he laughed.
I knew he was talking to his father, my Granddaddy, who was present in the room, ready to retrieve his son. He had died about 12 years earlier of a different form of the disease that had my father.
I stepped out after that to refresh myself and left the hospital grounds for a while. Suddenly upon walking through the parking garage tunnel that led to the hospital, I knew he was going. I innately knew my father was not to live much longer. A voice whispered to me, hurry, just hurry. Running to meet death, I had to tell him goodbye.
Holding his hand while his breaths were shallow, strained and heavy, gargled by the mucous in his chest. I asked him to check on me from time to time, and to tell God and Jesus I said hello, that I loved him dearly. I always would.

Not yet fully able to come to grips with his death which was so imminent, I held back what I really wanted to say and that was to say how lucky I was to have him as a loving father, one who stood by me all those years and who only wanted the best for me. No girl could have been as lucky as me.

He squeezed my hand. In that moment, I knew he could hear me. He knew. There is life in a comatose state before we pass. Thank God he knew how much I loved him.

With all the family around, he arose from his coma to ask what was happening with his body. My sister, a physician, had to tell him, “Daddy, you are in the hospital.  He asked, “why?”
“Because Daddy, you are dying of lung cancer.”
He nodded as though he understood, being a doctor himself. He then said he loved everyone very much and laid back down, his head upon the soft pillow and stopped breathing.

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

Othersidepsychic, Adoption, The Spirit Bond.

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Othersidepsychic, Nightmare of a Death Shroud

I went to bed just like any other night, keeping the attachments at bay by telling them to step outside my bedroom door if they were not of God and his white light. They do. One in particular hangs out right in the hallway, even with all the lights turned on at night. My neighbors must think I am crazy sleeping with all the lights on, but I have to. As you will read.

So sleep came pretty fast. Then came the nightmare. I was in my old house I grew up in, in SC and it was dark in the house, no real lights on, or so it appeared to be and Amy my twin was there, even though I could not see her. I felt her.
Then as I laid down on the bed to sleep at the house, a giant sheet came and attached itself to the doorway, like it was being sucked against the frame, blocking me from exiting. Like a plastic wrap or membrane over the doorway. Another sheet came at me and intent on wrapping itself around me but I deflected it with my cross around my neck. I fought it off. It was being caused by a ghost that I could not see but I could feel. A very dark and powerful entity was trying to kill me. I started chasing it with my cross telling it to leave but I couldnt utter the word. No words would come from my throat, just gutteral sounds. When the sheet blocking the door fell down with the appearance of the cross, I ran out into the hall chasing the ghost and in front of me were two more sheets being pulled toward me by the ghost on the floor. Inching slowly, creeping towards me, I saw them move but I could not see what was pulling them, and it was coming right for me. The anger in me grew to the point it was do or die in my dream and I have died in my dreams repeatedly but not by the hand of a evil entity. Why I asked, why me? I remembered trying to yell, to scream anything to tell it to leave but nothing would come from my lips. They were frozen. Only a few syllables escaped my mouth. It was enough. The anger I felt towards this entity was enough to make it leave. The cross around my neck, I held toward it and it ran. Then I remember screaming for my deceased twin sister. I repeatedly screamed her name. Suddenly, I woke myself up. Terrified, breathing hard and absolutely unsure of what I had just experienced. Amy was gone too. She was gone. The atmosphere in the house had changed from depression and gloom of a dark entity to a feeling of being at peace and it was but a dream.
However, in the dream, the ghost, everything appeared real. It was trying to block me, to keep in and to eventually smother me. I assume it was trying to wrap me in a shroud if it could. Even though I managed to chase it away in the process, I was still crying for Amy.
If anyone has a different meaning to what I experienced, I invite you to share with me how you interpret this dream.

Othersidepsychic, photographs never lie

Photographs never lie. Look closely at family pictures. Do you see a golden or white small light in them near a loved one? Chances are it could be an orb. If you do have an orb in your picture, blow it up large, then look for a face in the orb. Chances are, it is a loved one that you lost. Orbs carry faces in them.  If you move into a new house, be sure to snap pictures and look closely. It might look like giant blurs or blobs. It could be realtives or it could be total strangers.

A friend of mine recently sent me a picture of her family photo and in that picture I saw three things happening. Two were not good but swooshing by her brother’s face was the essence of a spirit that was protecting him. Standing behind the family, especially behind her brother stood two demons, a small one but a much much larger force behind that.  Both negative and I saw some serious health issues accompanying those demons.

Just as my recent photograph catpured a spirit coming from the wall in the place I stayed, capturing spirit is not difficult. Just start snapping but be prepared for what might come through and things you might not want to see.

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