Tag: God

Three Escorts

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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.

What Heaven Really Wants Us To Know

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The lady in the elevator was rude. Pointing out that I could not see the number 5 had been pressed and not 3. Not looking up to meet my eyes, was a way of hers to let me know I was less than, not important in her world or others. I didn’t matter. It happens every day, all day, the mentality of others toward others.

The young man standing in the get together with other young cronies, some of them female, starts to laugh when they lay eyes upon me. Is it the way I look or that I am older? Am I not dressed nice enough? Is it a way of being defiant and important in their world, to shun the older people as not important? Is it a way to make someone feel less than? It’s the mentality off others toward others.

The cute puppy immediately runs up to me as I exit the elevator, picking me out of strangers walking past. He knows. He sees what I try to carry, what I try to instill in others, the “Good Soul”. It only comes with the white light. Animals know when you are a good person or not. Their built in uncanny sense of awareness is very distinctual and humans do not poessess it. I carry the white light. I am merely one of millions of souls on this planet in a body but my soul tries to walk along God’s path.

What Heaven really wants us to know is that we as individuals are indeed loved, by something much bigger than what we will ever be able to see while alive unless you have a gift or unless you someone meet your maker but come back. Heaven wants us to know that when our time comes we don’t just go away but are still learning. We have a job to do here, to learn how to be better souls in a body that perhaps might not work, might not be perfect and might not be what we wanted. We still have to learn from our mistakes and right the wrong. Learn from the mentality of others so that you don’t repeat it.

We need to learn to be grateful for what we have, be grateful to be able to give to others perhaps the last dollar we own, the last smile a person may see, or the last laugh someone may experience from our jokes. It comes with compassion and it comes from God.

Empathy and compassion, stepping outside of our own needs to see the lost dog on the street, the homeless man asking for money or food, to the person who suffers from mental illness. It doesn’t matter how much money we have, what we wear. What does matter is how we treat people, the mentality of others toward others.

If you saw an elderly woman walking outside in the pouring rain would you cover her with your umbrella and help her? If you saw an elderly man with a flat tire would you call someone or ask if he is okay? If you saw a lost dog or cat would you try to help get it to its home?

Say you are rich, so you donate money to a worthy cause. It does not mean your soul is good. You donate it to give it away because if you don’t, the government will take it in tax form. What were your motives to begin with? Do you personally hand people money instead? Do you personally go out of your way to help an indivdual in need or find the most needy to help? Did you buy a turkey for the lady who supports her grandkids and disabled husband and yet, she only has one lung and lives on food stamps? What have you done to deserve being called a Good Soul”? Remember, the mentality of others towards others.

OtherSidePsychic, Yes, Your Brother is in the Back Seat with Me

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I was riding home from the airport with two friends who picked me up late at night. Maureen rode in the front of the car and with me in the back seat was her deceased brother. That was difficult to tell her he was sitting in the back with me. It was kind of hard convincing Maureen that her brother was there for her,and when I mentioned another name for a deceased brother in her family that I had no knowledge of, now she was some sort of a believer.I didnt know she had another dead brother named Jack. Her brother sitting next to me in car mentioned “Cracker Jack”. This was as a reference to their brother who died before him. Jack.
She didn’t believe in hocus pocus, as that is what she called it. I told her, Maureen, I have a gift and that is to deliver a message of hope and closure to you with your brother. They relay imagery, symbols, and words and I have to help you put the pieces together. This was a kindergarten puzzle to piece together. Easy, simple. Most aren’t.
“Oh by the way, he said to tell you, he likes hanging out in the livingroom/kitchen area.” Of course she freaked out when I told her he was by her bedside after he died.
Her brother also told me to tell her, that she was at the jumping off point when he died. She agreed.She was. There were several ways she could of left this world but chose not to do it. I named those ways and she said yes. A confirmation that I could not have known about this except through her brother who was present for this.
He was there to protect herself from herself. A guardian angel found in a deceased brother.
The conversation continued for some time and I think when they dropped me off at my house, Maureen who didn’t believe, became a believer and can now go onto heal from the death of her brother

Othersidepsychic, The Cloaked Attachment

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Well, no one is impervious to bringing somehting home with them. I am speaking of the paranormal and not a new puppy or kitten that you bring home to your loved ones, your private space and place that you feel safe in. This psychic is not immune to it either but you should take steps to prevent it and I left without doing so this past weekend from visiting a clients home.

He had a hat, kind of like a medical doctor from the 1700’s or 1800’s and he was tall and thin. He wore a coat which was close to a cloak. It was the same man I saw at my clients house and I guess he decided to follow me.

When I stopped over at my friends house on Hilton Head Island to break up my trip down to Florida, as I closed my eyes, I did a double take because he was standing at the door. God, I most certainly did not want to leave him at my friends house so he traveled down to Florida with me.  My friend asked me what I was staring at. I told him. He knows about my abilities. Nothing happened that night but last night it did.

As I was laying in bed working on my computer, with my baby, my trusted friend and cat Sharkbait beside me, the door swung closed. No one was in the house or room other than me and my cats. Certainly no cat was near the door to make it close. Sharkbait then started to hiss. His ears went flat back. So I know this attachment is not good. I said out loud, ONly God’s White Light and Love Can Stay Here. You must leave now. Then everything returned to normal.

Now I have to get to work to drive this attachment out. I need to sage myself, and the house as well as salt all entrances and exits. I can say this entity, this male ghost, stays at a distance from me. He knows that he can’t stay with me here and does not come close. I constantly protect myself with God’s white light and love won’t let anything come close. Hence, why it stands off at a distance.

I will drive him out to return from whence it came, and I can’t imagine it was a good place. Wish me luck. This will not take long.

 

Last night while

Other Side Psychic: Amy from Louisiana

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When her name was mentioned to me, it was as if she was waiting for that word, her name so she could appear. She did. When my birth mother Dot texted me, and then called, I understood that the sickly woman, in her death state, drugged out was in need of help and had a message to give her Mom, Donna, and her three little girls. The other side to the story was her mother wanted to know what happened that night to her daughter two years ago. I proceeded to tell her through Dot.

Her brother Kyle came through and so did her cousin Cody, only in name because they are still alive. Needless to say, I saw the little girls clothes, I saw what killed her, what happened to her body, who was there.

What I have come to realize is when we are so self absorbed in feeding ourselves through mind altering venues and substances, we leave God’s white light behind and enter darkness. If something happens and we don’t make it, we have work to do to rectify our wrongs if that is the prescription that a soul has to take. For her soul, it was.

It doesn’t have to be drugs, it could be an obsession. It could be a job, it could be something that takes you away from walking in the white light, surrounding yourself. It’s when you shove the white light aside for something more important. 

For Amy, even though she is dead, she has work to do to rectify what she did in her 27 years of living.  Her job currently is to oversee youth, as a guiding angel, for youth  who are experimenting with drugs. There is hope, there is always hope.

For the people involved in her death, I am so glad  and Thank my God, I don’t have your soul.