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Other Side Psychic, Kel

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Psychic I am, Claircognizant I am and Medium I am. A witch or practitioner of  the dark arts I am not. I walk in God’s white light always. There is a lot ignorance as to what I do. Here is one.She cleans houses for a living. A good Christian lady who spends every day off doing church work  and working with the church youth. She does not cuss and is not exactly someone who would believe in my abilities.  So I just came right out with it as we were talking. Specifically to ask what the  first three letters of  Ell meant to her. Was it Ellerbe, eller, even elmo?  Her brother was behind her telling me about the person with this unusual name. But the entire name was not coming across. Kel’s brother  wore dark glasses, drove a black truck, and died of a heart attack several years ago.  It turns out Kelly held the hand of a strange man having a heart attack named Ellerby, who died. She was his florence nightingale for the moment. This was just validation that her brother was there telling me events in Kelly’s life even he was never told about when he was alive. There was no disputing the fact he was there, and that I was carrying a message to Kel that he was alive and well,  just invisible to her.

She was a believer after I told her these things.  I also told her her mother stood pretty far off in the distance, due to the amount of time ago that she had died. The people who were immediately close to Kel was her best friend who had dark straight hair, and bangs and she had died of cancer. She confirmed her friend did indeed die of cancer and the confirmed the description. Also, I said her mother is coming forward holding up a quilted pattern. Did she quilt? I asked Kel.

Kel responded that her mother tried quilting right before her death and never finished it.

OtherSide Psychic, The Big House

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Upon walking into my employers house, there was a short stout lady with brown curly hair who immediately greeted me, wanting to know why I was there. Well, I told her I was the new cook. She smiled. She was a good spirit. She was the grandmother to my employer. Then i went upstairs and her photo confirmed what I saw below. She passed several years ago but still remains to look after her granddaughter.

Harry, the Little Boy Two Blocks Over

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Most spirits wait in line to talk to me to relay a message. This little boy was third in line. First were two sisters. Harry was a little boy that was very sickly as a child. he couldn’t go out to play or else he would get winded. I met Harry when he showed up with his white soccer sort of ball with triangles on it. He came to find out why Joe his good and only friend as a child, left him alone. He was not in a good place. This was over 35 years ago that he died. Turns out Harry was very sick, as I saw him put his hand over his mouth. Usually when a spirit does this, it means he had trouble breathing or he suffocated, eluding me to cystic fibrosis. Harry died when he was 13 or so he told me. I saw two numbers, 9 and 13. He was 9 when he and Joe became friends. 13 was when he died.

I told Joe to talk to harry, to tell him, his mother would not let him out to play and so he couldn’t play with him. Adults do horrible things to children’s minds. Harry’s father was not a nice person either. Always sporting dark dark rings under his eyes, gave the impression that Harry’s father beat him. He did.

A tragic ending for a little boy with a ball seeking his only one true friend. I was the gift he needed to relay his message and move on, into the light. Now Harry can find other children to play with.

I also asked Joe to tell Harry he was sorry that he couldnt be there for him. Harry, turned away and started walking into the light. That was all he needed to hear to move on, an explanation. Sometimes, that is all it takes to find peace.

How did Joe know I was talking about Harry? I described him to him, what he looked like. The age, the time frame in Joe’s life, where Harry lived.

Two Ladies in Waiting

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They showed up, this am along with a little boy. The little boy and his ball is another story. The two ladies patiently walk around the small condo, moving things as they see fit, talking amongst themselves, discovering stuff in their sister’s closet that she had kept all those years since they passed. They are there to get Rose acquainted with the other side and to visit. Rose has not seen them in many many years since they died.

I called Rose’s son, Joe. I told him, his aunts were hanging out in his mothers condo. He said, “oh yeah? tell me what hair color does the older one have?” I said dark dark brunette, straight. The other one had strawberry beige hair, bottled. I heard a gasp come out of his mouth.

I also said your older Aunt is saying how your mother has her brooch in her things. She has many of her brooches she used to wear. Also, I see brown beige shoes. The shoes were part of a dress Rose’s sister wore. Rose kept it in her bureau.

I also said, there are memento’s in a box, either on her dresser or in a closet or drawer.

You can’t argue with the dead. They are always right. I am only the messenger of what they tell me to say to the living.

They are waiting on Rose. It is not her time, but they wanted to make their presence known.

Oh, I also told Joe about the bump in the older sister’s nose.

Other Side Psychic

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Just driving down the road, I immediately got an overwhelming bone cold chill. A true feeling of evil just overwhelmed me. I was near Amagansett NY and I had passed by a church due to the route I was taking. The traffic slowed due to tourists and as I looked over to my right, at the rectory, the evil spirit came forward. He was still in this church. I got on the phone to Joe, my partner in my business and explained to him what had just happened, where it was, and that I was just driving, minding my own business.

Sure enough, this church is haunted, with a pastor that because of his past evil actions towards the boys in the choir has to stay there as penance for his sins. He was a pedophile. My description of the priest was accurate to the glasses he wore and the thinning hair around his temples. His beedy eyes and evil presence was just too much, all within seconds of passing by a church a hundred yards away.

The priest immediately sought me out because of my gift.  It was a very dark ominous presence in that church and still is. He was so mad that I knew what he had done in his living years. His anger is still like a projectile surrounding the property and it crossed my path.

Joe confirmed everything I saw, felt that day. I hope to never drive by that church again. Just driving by, in one second, I saw it all, felt it all.

Finding Closure Using a Psychic

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I was born with a very powerful ability commonly referred to as being a psychic/medium/claircognizant of which I can see remotely what is happening, what has happened, who is there, and most of the time, what your house looks like or the ghost that is there. Not many psychics have this ability, especially if you are only speaking on the phone and not in person.. I consider this truly not a normal gift that one usually has, but rather a talent bestowed on me and for some time I have been hiding in the “closet” so to speak, for fear that I would be misunderstood, labeled crazy, unfit for society, and I know too much, much more than I should know as told to me by Bobby Deen, Paula’s son.

In the Deep south, Psychics are not looked upon too highly. They are haunted spirits, they are witches, they are spooky, not natural. Maybe yes for some. But what I do find is that the people who don’t understand it, are very ignorant. If you gave me an ignorant person and I proceeded to tell them what I saw and know about them, they would definitely change their mind about me, and what I am. They would be believers from the start.

Now being a psychic is trendy, with all the paranormal shows, it is quite common. It seems everyone is on the bandwagon to capture that ghostly presence or that EVP. Trust me, those tatics and gimmicks are out there but what I see and hear are usually very different. Sure I hear words spoken to me, but usually it is a lot of them at once. Many voices trying to get my attention to get a message to a loved one. Hundreds of them. I have to shut them out. Take one by one when I can, if the person who is to hear the message is contacting me.  I hear angelic choirs at night in the far far distance and I know that I am hearing Heaven when I hear this. Sometimes it lulls me to sleep. Other times I worry I am going to fade into the night when I hear that as maybe my time is up. See, I can “see for you” but I can’t see for myself. To help myself is not allowed. To help others is. I am here to help you.

What exactly are my abilities? I am a psychic, medium, who can remotely see, a “claircognizant” as well as having the ability to solve crimes, see the person who committed it, what they look like, where the body is, what happened which helps the law enforcement side do their job when leads are exhausted and it also helps loved ones find closure . My other job is to conversing with loved ones who want to send a message of hope, that they are alive, happy and well on the other side. Then there are the very dark entities my travels might take me to come across. I try not to get too involved in this aspect but it does happen. Unfortunately, I do come across them as well.

How do I see my gift? . My gift was freely given to me and so I have to use my gift to help others, unconditionally, to bring love and peace, restore it where only pain dwells.