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Other Side Psychic, The Sad Angel Statue

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There was  shop in Northwood, in West Palm Beach that I frequented quite often, buying items when I could. Upon one occasion, the owner presented me with a wall ornament that was an angel with clipped wings and a frown on its face. He probably knew what it meant and gave it to me to get it out of his shop. Later did I find out that this was not a present but a curse and not knowing it at the time, I gave it to a friend of mine to keep for me as I was moving. So Joe stuck it in his closet. Didn’t think about it for another minute until it started imploding.

In the middle of the night, the angel jumped off the shelf in the closet and hit the floor. There was not a reason in the world that this angel came from the middle of the shelf and landed on the floor, but it did. Joe picked it up, and put it back. It did the same thing again. This time, he picked up the angel and brought it over to the couch.

For some reason this same angel proceeded to jump from the couch onto the floor and the statue started exploding. Just spontaneously exploding. Joe called me frantic, not sure what was going on. He saw the bottom blow up, then the middle. What was left was the head. I looked it up and this was not a good thing that was happening, so I told him to get it out of his house for his safety and the safety of his animals. He threw it out into the yard next to the tree.  The next morning, the statue was laying next to his front door. How it got from the tree to the front door is still a mystery. Again, he picked up the phone and called me. The next morning, he decided to get rid of it before the head came apart.

Absolutely terrified, he grabbed it and threw it into a plastic bag, with some heavy rocks and took it down the road to the local drainage ditch where he proceeded to throw it into the water.

The problem was over for Joe, but not for where it landed. Currently, the bridge over the ditch where he threw it and it sunk to the bottom, has collapsed.

Did the upset angel cause this? We don’t know, but we do know that lf the head had imploded, as that was pretty much what was left, something very ugly would have emerged from it. Something demonic.

Be careful of presents given to you. Not everything inside a box comes with a big red bow. 

 

Other Side Psychic, Evie

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She found out I had a special gift and I never wanted anyone at my workplace to know. Sometimes it is hard to hold it in because my mouth suddenly opens up and my spirit guides just let me blurt it out. So she started asking me about her, and what did I see.

Well, honestly, four months ago I told her to get her abdomen checked, meaning, I saw something that was not right, not cancerous but not right.They found a two pound tumor about a week prior to me writing this. Not cancerous, and it was removed this past week.

I am glad that I could be of help and that she is okay. Most important thing is that she is okay.

Other Side Psychic, REBECCA

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I made a promise to my former employer before her death  I would not leave the yacht as he would need me. I also promised her friends. I didn’t, not for a few years, and it was only until her spouse could become stronger.  He did rejoin life, eventually. Life went on as it always does. We seem to think it stops, and wish it would so the world could grieve our heartbreak. Just because they die doesn’t mean they leave us. Rebecca didn’t.

When he couldn’t go on, crying in the master stateroom of how he didn’t want to live life without her, the bathrobe fell off the bathroom door.

He got up and picked it up and put it back on the hook.

Then he started talking to her again and once more, the bathrobe fell off the hook again. Once more he picked it back up and placed it back on the hook.

When he started talking to her again going over his life with her and how he couldn’t possibly go on, the bathrobe fell down. A light bulb went off in his head and it occurred to him that she was telling him to pick himself up like that bathrobe and go back to life.

She was still there after many years. The chair she would always sit in on the aft deck was covered in her signature perfume.  The strangest thing was that it was a terribly windy day and to have perfume linger in an area was not going to happen on a day like that. It couldn’t, but it did. Her perfume was there years after she passed.

They never really leave us. They truly never do…

Death Dream and Twin Connections

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It has plaqued me since age 8. Now that I look back after the dream finally had an ending, I see it was a forewarning of events to come and had I known this, I would have been better prepared but when are we truly prepared for death? Never, but it is a fact of life.

It first came to me as a child at age 8, then again at 16, then in my twenties several times, then in my thirties, and every week in my late thirties. I would awake in cold sweats and cry. I had an impeding doom feeling that my life would end at 36. Then the age changed to 38.

I specifically remember telling Amy, at age 16, my identical twin sister that I saw myself die in my dreams. We were standing in front of the mirror in my parents house getting ready for school. Her eyes became big. She was so beautiful and I felt like the ugly duckling compared to her. Even though we both had red auburn hair and cat like eyes eyes, she was so much more worldly than me. Amazing how one twin views the other.

The dream had significance then. As a child I was too young to understand it and didn’t pay too much attention.

At age 38. the dream kept reappearing whenever I went to sleep.  The body was still the same, laying on a bare mattress, in a bare room, face down. The atmosphere was of despair, grey.

This time, the colors came in. The sweat pants we wore were not of my color but the color Amy had, turquoise. The sweat shirt was grey, not my color and this time, the face was revealed, it was Amy. I had been seeing Amy’s death all these years thinking it was mine.

I rushed to the phone desperately trying to reach her. She was in Italy in Venice and I was in Costa Rica. Two worlds apart. Finally, I woke her up.  I begged her to go to the doctors, begged her, crying and beseeching her. She never went, scared that she would be hospitalized. Fear ruled her world.

Before I hung up, I told her I loved her very much. I always would and I would call her before I reached Panama.

I never got the chance. One week later, Richard, my ex was crying on the aft deck of the yacht we worked on. I had just woken up and walked outside. Then I knew. Amy was dead.

My world fell apart. I saw it happening but I couldn’t stop it in time. One week to a lifetime of dreams couldn’t stop what God had planned. I realize that now. I am only the messenger.

There is a reason i am here and she is not and I only wish a dream would tell me.

 

Other Side Psychic, Medusa or Harry Teedies

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Medusa was my sailboat kitty. I got her from a friend who found her and she was the size of my hand when I became her mother. She followed me everywhere, even to my work right up the hill at the local marina restaurant  sitting up at the bar on a bar stool waiting for me to come home. When I left work, she would lead the way, grunting as she took charge of taking me home. Dusie as I called her had a habit of fishing minnows out of the marshy waters and leaving dead fish on my pillow as a present. Pitch black, no white on her, she was the runt of the group. Her other habit of which I did not teach her was stalking dogs. It didn’t matter the size, dobermans were fair game as well as puppies, to pitbulls. She stalked and attacked. She always won. Later when my profession took me away for months at  a time, I had no choice but to give her to a good friend. Later I found out she went to live in a camper trailer and traveled the US with the sister of a 90’s famous boy band. Sadly, I felt like I failed her as her guardian and keeper. However, I immediately knew when she died. I felt this bump against my ankle as she used to do all the time. She knew how to get my attention. It was her. No doubt. I was on a yacht when she died. A perfect place for my boat kitty.  She was at homelShe was my first baby. Secondly came Harry Teedies Johnson. I rescued him twice and after the second time, I swore he would never leave me. So I kept Harry in my big house in Georgia until he passed at the ripe old age of 16. He was without a doubt, a Norwegian Forest Cat or a Black and White main coon cat. Huge, at his biggest, he weighed 30 lbs. Reduced to skin and bones due to kidney disease, I wasn’t there when he died on his favorite rug. I find solace and comfort in that I gave him the best home and life he could have had considering he was a feral when I found him as a kitten.

The question is: which one is it I see at night coming across the floor and hopping on my bed at night? They were both black. The tale tell sign is that Harry’s best buddy who is still with me is  Sharkbait. He is not afraid so i assume it is Harry that comes to bed with me each night. 

Medusa is out stalking dogs soon to come home.

 

Other Side Psychic, Bartkins

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He was my step father, and such a wonderful man. The light came back on in Mama’s eyes after Daddy died. Bart was a retired Cinncinati Police Officer who walked the beat many years ago. He suffered alot in his life losing one daughter to a murder and another son to ALS. But he never lost his sense of humor.

After he passed, I saw him sitting on the couch in the den. He was smiling. I told Mama I saw him. I think she had a hard time with that one but he was there. I could feel him in the house. See, Bart was tired of the dialysis and what it was doing to him. So he basically one day refused to go. Two days later, he was gone. He knew it was his time.

What really got me was when I was with him at the funeral home, it was an open casket, he was dressed in his police officer uniform and my “alone” time with him before his money hungry kids got the scene was wracked with tears and me announcing, “Hey Bart, its Beth.  I told him how much I loved having him as my step father and not to worry, that Mama would be taken care of.

He said to me, ” I love you to Beth.” I heard the voice coming from his body but it was a whisper as it lay there. I jumped back. It is not often I hear a voice coming from an embalmed body, but I could swear he uttered those words. I wondered if he was really dead at that point. Knowing that his spirit was there and that was what I was hearing made sense from a totally senseless moment.

Some people think that psychics are crazy, well, I thought I was at that time. I wasn’t.  He was there.

See I know that when someone dies, they are with us in spirit and I can see them, feel them. I wasn’t distraught as I know our spirits/souls live but this moment really freaked me out as a psychic. Yes, I can get spooked, rare, but once in a blue moon it will happen.

Whenever I called, our conversation would go like this:

Hi Bart, this is Beth.

Hi Beth, this is Bart.

Like he didn’t know my voice…lol

we would laugh, oh how we would laugh.

Love you Bartkins.

 

Other Side Psychic, Right House, Right Address, Old Owner

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I kept telling Joe that the former owner has stayed behind in his house. He never really believed me. He is one of those people who needs proof of what I knew, saw. Former Lawyer, he needed proof. They run on proof.

Never mind the cats are spooked. The room the former owner resides in is the back left bedroom which is facing the front yard. It is the bedroom that has handicapped shower. Joe keeps that room shut off from the rest of the house simply because it is stacked full of stuff. I even don’t get a good vibe going in there. I always announce, “Hi, it’s me. Just coming in to get something” and I leave as quickly as I go in.

The former owner was married to a not so nice woman who cheated on him all the time, and when he was diagnosed with a crippling and fatal disease, Lou Gehrigs, MLS, it wasn’t long before he was confined to a wheel chair. All he could do was stare outside of the front bedroom window as his wife rode away with another man. Sad really, that he had to endure this in his ailing health. God bless him. He needed blessings.

Well, finally he passed, then a bunch of illegal residents moved in, trashed it, left a bad imprint of violence and destruction throughout the entire home. Finally the house went into foreclosure.  Joe was the lucky winner. It was in his price range. It has taken a couple of years but he has turned it into a liveable nice home. Still, the bad imprints and spirit remain. Not good.

I kept telling him the former owners name was Micheal. He is healthy but not happy and camped out in his front bedroom.

“Yeah, sure” was/is  the response I get.

Not believing me, finally, the air conditioning post card came in the mail, not once, but twice in the same month, last month to be exact,  addressed to the former owner, whose name was Micheal.

Joe, Let’s cleanse your house and I will pray that Micheal will cross over into the white light.

 

Other Side Psychic, YOU LOOK AS THOUGH YOU HAVE JUST SEEN A GHOST

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How does one go about explaining to 12 other people they have worked with for many years that I have a special gift?

You let someone else do that for you as this was the case.

I left the restaurant to go into the bar to have a smoke. I have since quit many years ago. Settling in for possibly two cigarettes, I noticed two people sitting at the bar, both females.  As I took a puff off my cigarette, I looked over towards the two women who were deep in conversation. Truly engrossed in their discussion, they did not notice me until I had to interrupt them.  It was because above each of their heads I saw two deceased people and their names, like neon signs flashing at me.

I looked away, and then looked back. Nope not gone. They are still there. i was not imagining it.  One of the deceased persons Phylis had a message to give to one of the ladies. She was very persistent.

“Excuse me” I said

“I don’t want to interrupt you but I had to ask you, who Phylis and Frank are?”

They both turned to look at me with horror on their faces. “Excuse me, Do we know you?”

I said, “no, sorry, no, I just wanted to see how Phylis and Frank are doing?”

“How do you know about Phylis and Frank?”

“Well, I um, I just know. Hard to explain, sorry to have  bothered you.  Well, I  will be going now.” I was now uneasy having just seen two dead people above two other people’s head while sitting in a bar smoking cigarettes.

“No seriously, how do you know about Phylis and Frank?” they asked.

“Well, if you must know, I see them and it just is a gift I have. Phylis is happy and says that Frank is in the hospital?”

Their faces were turning white.

I said, “Sorry to have bothered you.” Gosh, MB, thinking to myself, why don’t you keep your big mouth shut.

“Phylis was my mother who died about six months ago and Frank is the father of ——-.,” (the other lady sitting there). Her dad Frank is in the hospital said the brunette.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her Frank had just died, crossed over.and that was why I was seeing him.

Well, okay, so I have to go now. Nice talking to you.  I bolted  out of the door for the restaurant, and slid into my chair and hoped no one in our party would notice my face, the shock and horror expression I wore and the rapid heart beat coming through my chest..

I was coming out of my skin with excitement over what I had just seen and was hoping that no one would notice it either.

Then some of the yacht crew looked at me and commented, “You look like you have just seen a ghost MB. You are white as a sheet.”  If they only knew.

Then as I look up, the two women come out of the bar, and walked over to my table. They look at me and then they look over at Richard. They introduce themselves to him and say a huge thank you to me. Richard asked what happened. They shared with the entire table and Richard what I had seen while sitting in the bar. Then they let it be known that I indeed had a very special and very powerful gift and how much they appreciated me seeing their loved ones.

I was right.

Richard acknowledged my very powerful gift as I just sat there, not sure what to say.

I just didn’t have the heart to tell them Frank had already crossed over. They would find out soon enough. He was a butcher in his life.

Now I had some explaining to do with the crew and guests. Now I had to tell them about my gift.  They kind of figured it out from that point on.

That’s validation.

Other Side Psychic, THE GIFT I HAVE, EXPLAINED

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I have been able to see things before they happen since I was about  five years of age. Not alone in my ability, my identical twin sister Amy also had the same powerful gift. I knew of events to come and recorded them. One of my visions book has the cancer of my sister Claire, a break in at my brothers’s, my twins death, my bosses death, and numerous others all of which have come to pass and then my gift started to show it self in other ways. I saw names in bright neon lights above peoples heads to Spirits starting to  show themselves to me. Still able to see future events, and forewarn people my gift has evolved into the very very strong ability as a claircognizant, seer, to see thousands of miles away, into a person’s home, place, with the ability to walk through it, to see what is there, what is haunting it.  It is very hard to describe my gift as not many people have this ability combined with being a psychic and medium. Do I charge for it? If I have to travel to a place, I would charge only that but God gave me my gift to help others not to help myself. I can’t use my gift for my own clarity or pursuit of happiness. That is not allowed.

I could be driving down the road, and see inside a haunted location and know what is inside to spirits alongside the road. I saw where Chaundra Levy was buried to the young girl abducted from Salt Lake City held in the desert. I see who killed Ms levy  and his description and no it is not the person they are holding in jail, to knowing the whereabouts of missing people. I see deceased people’s faces similar to a roladex streaming live, with them talking at the same time as their face flipped into the next one. These are all spirits trying to carry a message to the loved ones left behind. A request.

Some nights I am about to fall asleep and I hear some of the most angelic voices as if I am listening to a heavely choir but it is very faint, then it becomes stronger and stronger. Indeed I am listening to choir but I am no where near a church. I do believe what I am hearing is a Heavenly choir.

If I know of a murder that has taken place or a missing person case has gone cold, why not come forward with the information I have? For the simple reason police are skeptics and assume that if I know the location or what happened, I would be under suspicion. I am a medium, psychic, and that is why and how I know these things.

Usually before someone contacts me, the spirit of the deceased has long since been to visit me and I know before hand the events that have happened or why I am going to a location. Sometimes deceased people come to me for help but finding the people that they need to get a message to is tough. They just don’t come out and say I am John Smith and I lived at 42 Elm Street in Indianapolis IN. They show me signs, symbols.

For the most part, I find that people are open to my gift on a general level or they are shrugging it off. When you announce the specifics in someone’s life, then it becomes unsettling for them.  Just as Bobby Deen couldn’t understand why I knew so much as I did, maybe now he is a believer.

I can sense when a spirit is around, to also include  animals. Animals are also on the other side as well and some even travel with the family that loved them. I have been able to read animals on this side as well as from the other side. Their “voice”  is almost like a child  with a speech impediment.

For the skeptics, I can’t provide you with enough proof to sway your opinion but I can impact you to the point you have doubts of what you did believe before meeting someone like me.

Be sure to read my next post on Amy, my twin who is on the other side and how she helped me with my ex husband’s brain hemorrage. as well as Frank and Phyliss. in the bar.

 

 

The Phone Call in Panama

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Amy had died about a week prior and I had to return to work in Panama. Sick with the horrible flu I caught on the airplane, My ex husband and I arrived in Panama and I was a distraught human being, wanting to die, because I had just lost my other half, my identical twin sister. I was at the jumping off point and was in no shape to go back to work. I never imagined life without her because it would always be her and I together when everyone else was gone.  Just Amy and I against the world. Now she was gone. She left behind two babies, Cristiano and Julia. He was three and Julia was 1 1/2.  Their father ensured that the babies were taken good care of so I didn’t have to worry about them. I couldn’t. All I saw was the blackness of grief.

Because my employer was sick with cancer, we could not go directly to the yacht we worked on so we had to stay in a hotel until my bronchial flu was gone. Our cell phones would not work in the country of Panama so my ex, who happened to be the captain of the yacht called the Ships Agent and we were provided with a private number, his cell phone. Even I didn’t know the number. This phone was used for business and so it sat beside the bed.

That night while Richard and I slept, I dreamed of Amy. She was trying to tell me something but there was too much interference. I did hear the words, “Beth don’t forget about the white bonnet.”  White bonnet???? I didn’t understand..Maybe I heard her wrong. White bonnet to me means that someone is expecting a baby. Should I buy a white bonnet?

I said, “Amy, I dont understand. I can’t hear you.”

She said, “I will call you.”

Then silence,

Then the cell phone rang at 3 am. There was no number on the cell phone. But it rang.

Amy called me.

It was announced by my brother a couple of days later that He and his wife were expecting.  They thought they were having twins, to be born on or near mine and Amy’s birthday, June 13th.

That was the white bonnet Amy spoke of.

They can communicate from the other side. Amy did.