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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Other Side Psychic, Bartkins

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.