A Portal

This morning as I was in my hotel bathroom, preparing myself for work, off to my left, I caught a vision of the doorway, the path, leading to the other side. It was right there, beside me. It has never appeared to me that way before. i have witnessed the giant marble steps that my twin walked up when she cried for help to seeing the Arch Angel Michael appearing before me in a whiteness with the golden light behind him. The idea that it was my time had suddenly crossed my mind but this vision vanished a few seconds as fast it appeared. Was a spirit coming through that it opened for? They don’t normally enter my world this way or if they did, they didn’t make it so announced.
This was not a door per say as we know it with a door handle, knob or sliding glass but an opening of white, almost as if a cloud had formed into a doorway. This opening I knew. I immediately knew what it was intended for, a white entry way leading into what I could not see, a walkway, a path to follow and it was filled with love. When it closed, it closed from the bottom up. There was nothing to be afraid off. Nothing at all. Was this the proverbial tunnel that so many people speak of. Was this the way a soul travels in a near death experience only to return and tell of? Their diminishing senses upon the death of their body is awakened with a renewed sense of life. This journeying soul ifeels an all encompassing love from a golden light on the other side and is  greeted by lost loved ones, This we know from store.
If it was indeed my time, then I would have gone right there as it was the most welcoming feeling, the most loving feeling I have had for a long time.
Magicians use smoke machines to create an illusion of mystic means and this was no different. It appeared and as soon as it appeared it was gone.
Was I to die this day? Was the door intended for my soul not yet finished with it’s mission? Why did I see the entrance to what some refer to as the pearly gates, the golden gates, the heavens, leading to a power much greater than ourselves? Perhaps this was not meant for me but to relay this to someone else, so that they know not to be afraid. Perhaps that I was born with the gift of being a medium, I am to relay this message. Justly so, Perhaps.
Scrooge was not there with the angel of death pointing his ghostly, craggly thin skeletal finger at his demise. Darkness didn’t appear and fade into another drama of the wrongs I committed in this lifetime, rather a lighted path, a warm loving path laid out before me only I could not see the path but yet, an all knowing of it being there. This is what a medium has been gifted with, an all knowing in a way to see, to hear, to feel the other side and the souls in it.
The vision went on to a gradual fading of everything we know, as depicted in the movies, but can only be described similar in circumstance to a passenger looking out of a airplane window. The view is starting to become obscured, with a thick blanket of whiteness overtaking the view, the clouds slowly dissipating what the eye has before it. The natural light fades with the onset of the clouds and then a brilliant golden light emits from above as though the sun peeked its way out. The noise, all noise cancels and the harmonious voices of thousands of souls singing can be heard in the background.
When i state that the doorway is open upon ushering in a reading, the doorway is different. The souls that have crossed are now in a different room behind a different door, like a large conference room standing in line, waiting their turn, a holding room. They come freely, some not all or all but not some will inevitably show. The doorway is different than the doorway I saw today. However, it all leads to the same magnificent place, a place that offers total unconditional love, like the puppy you have who just wants to show you how much he bestow his gratitude and love upon you. Unconditional love is what awaits us with no strings attached.
As I walked out of the hotel and boarded the plane, I experienced Dejavu as we ascended into the clouds. I relived what I felt in the bathroom this morning. It can’t be lived twice, so I know this vision was not intended for me but to relay it to others as a remote viewer, psychic and medium.
This is what Heaven wants you to know.

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

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, Telephone Readings

I have been called by people from different states and I can see the deceased in their lives, to the inside of their homes. Serious. Not many psychics can do this. It just happens to be part of my gift. As I have stated before, usually once the living person has communicated an interest in speaking with me, their deceased loved ones have already decided to come visit me and usually show up shortly thereafter, kind of like unannounced house guests with baggage. And they are there after the three day rule of visiting. You think I am kidding? Well, today, she and I finally got our acts together to speak on the phone. After numerous attempts to set a time, something always came up or my work got in the way or she had appointments. Finally, today, we were able to speak but her father, well he showed up the minute she asked for my help. Nice guy, great dresser, held a book in his hand. It had special meaning to her and I relayed it. A validation that it was indeed her father who came through. Then her grandmother, then her grandfather, and her grandmother’s son who was put in a hospital, all of them came through, to include her a picture of her future partner, and wow, is he gorgeous.

Sure you can call those 1 800 numbers out to California and get someone reading from a script and believe it but honestly, they ask too many questions and get their answers from yours. Don’t be fooled. My gift has never let me down with regards to helping others find closure and it usually is spot on, 100%. I can’t claim victory or claim it as my power because it isn’t. It is simply a gift that I am meant to share. I know someone who does exactly this, calls these places and pays for shoddy information. If you are a really good psychic, then you won’t waste your talents making the owner of the company you work for rich. You will use it to enrich other’s lives. Isn’t that what this is about? Helping others?

Anyway, I think the lady was hanging up with doubts when I shared a few other insights that the spirits gave me on the way out. I think I heard her gasp for air. Especially with her mother and father.

These spirits on the other side, you never know what they will say. She left a true believer.

Or course I can’t see for myself. Darn it.