OtherSidePsychic, The Ghost Printer

The funeral is tomorrow.My friend Joe wrote a beautiful testimony to our recently departed good friend, Mark. Well, Mark came to visit last night and I explained to Joe what Mark had given him when asked by Joe. Joe found the object and soon was totally freaked out by me. I am only the messenger, not the dead guy okay?? If you are given a message by a dead person, please listen. It has meaning.

Anyway, Joe asked me to print out the testimony to give to Mark’s daughter that he had written of what Mark meant to him as a friend.  I did and left it on my computer and made the comment out loud to myself, “Wow, Joe should read this at Mark’s funeral. tomorrow” Mind you, I had shut down the computer and the printer was just turned off. As I was about to head out the door to work, my printer started printing again. I stopped, kind of in shock. Um, what do you say to something like that? I was frozen.  Literally, frozen.

You, the person without the strange gift I have,  would think I would not be scared or be in shock when strange things happen, but I do get somewhat unnerved sometimes. I turned around, walked back into the dining room and looked at the sheet laying in the printer que. It was the testimony Joe had written. How could this have happened? I don’t know but it did.  I do know, and it was Mark.

I guess Mark wanted to read it too before it was read at his funeral or perhaps, he wanted a copy as well.


OtherSidePsychic, Mark

I have known Mark for a couple of years. If there was anyone who had a heart of gold, that would be Mark. He gave and gave and gave until his heart gave out.

Two days ago, I thought about him. For some reason, he came into my mind and usually when that happens, well, it scares me when people suddenly come into my head because I know the outcome, Its never, well, I wonder how Patty is doiing, sure would be nice to hear from her.

Instead it’s, kind of like being hit in the head with a cast iron skillet except without the pain involved, thank goodness for that right? Seriously, I hate it when it happens because I honestly know the outcome and path that has to be walked.

Well, Mark died. Just slumped over in his seat while riding with some other close friends. Congestive heart failure.  I called to tell Joe, who truly loved Mark and while I was talking to Joe, Mark came through.

Mark told me to tell Joe, “Take care Bud.”

So I told Joe.

Joe Mr. Skeptic said, “if you are really talking to Mark, then tell me what he gave me.”

I said, okay, and the answer was a patch, pennat.

Joe said no.

I said yes.  it is a triangle on its side, and the colors are blue, red, white that I can see with another one.

Joe said no.

I said yes, and it might not mean anything to you now, but it will. He still was a doubter.

After we hung up, he texted me back, freaking out.

He had found it. Mark had given him a patch, and in the center was the space shuttle that was in the form of a triangle on its side. the colors of the patch was red, blue, white.

Joe called and said, you have to tell his family.

I said, Joe, I will but Mark doesn’t have much time right now and he has to go so he is saying goodbye for now, and he wanted you to know he was here, that he cared.

Joe will never doubt me again.

It’s not me that should be doubted, I am only the messenger.