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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Measures in Time

Measures in Time

The eternal smile, worn tight, fosters an agist culture that demands youthfulness. Constant bombardment of natural cures, anti aging creams, cool sculpting to going under the knife for the sake of erasing time stares back at you in the mirror. The deep circles or sagging neck, the jowls all define the human person as it ages. The greying of the hairs, crows feet flying, smaller eyes, are but the signs of father time and the measures he places upon the human body.
The time it took someone to experience life, to outgrow diapers, to spell, read and write, hit their first baseball, or learn to ride a bike, is wiped away. Where did the line go that signified true loss and pain or , the moment you captured love in the eyes of another? Is it magically lessened? Sent away in one knife and one pull of the skin? Where did the smile upon attending the grandchild’s first birthday go? What happened to the wrinkle that upturned on its own, that symbolized the marriage to the love of your life? The frown line when you scrunched your face thinking? That cuteness with abandonment filled by botox. When the character lines are erased, where might have the character of the moment of that particular memory have gone? Each subtle pull of the fingers, tightening ever so gently, takes away what life intended you remember. The scar from falling in the river on oysters, the laugh lines from the comedy club, a night spent with friends to the minutest engravings left behind after the worst breakup, where has it gone? Holding the lifeless furry body of your best friend after getting hit by the car, where is the life line on you to connect you to that moment? It’s gone. This is life found in the memories of your skin, character lines of where you have been, and what your soul has experienced.
The attention placed on the soul must be greater than the attention placed on the outward appearance if one is to remain forever young.

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.

Three Escorts

He saw angels standing at his window sill in the hospital room. Large angels that were waiting on him. The fragile hairless man who stood up was ravaged by the disease that had him. Yet, he jumped out of bed to see his companions who would, along with his father escort him to the otherside. He had never seen an angel before, there were three waiting on him, their wings outstretched, all in white gowns, with crowns of gold on their heads were waiting for one of their beloved souls to cross. He asked if I saw them. I had to see them! They were so beautiful!

A few hours later, this fragile man was comatose muttering in his sleep, “How are you going to take me home? Yes, I want to go home. How are we going to get there? Piggy back?” then he laughed.
I knew he was talking to his father, my Granddaddy, who was present in the room, ready to retrieve his son. He had died about 12 years earlier of a different form of the disease that had my father.
I stepped out after that to refresh myself and left the hospital grounds for a while. Suddenly upon walking through the parking garage tunnel that led to the hospital, I knew he was going. I innately knew my father was not to live much longer. A voice whispered to me, hurry, just hurry. Running to meet death, I had to tell him goodbye.
Holding his hand while his breaths were shallow, strained and heavy, gargled by the mucous in his chest. I asked him to check on me from time to time, and to tell God and Jesus I said hello, that I loved him dearly. I always would.

Not yet fully able to come to grips with his death which was so imminent, I held back what I really wanted to say and that was to say how lucky I was to have him as a loving father, one who stood by me all those years and who only wanted the best for me. No girl could have been as lucky as me.

He squeezed my hand. In that moment, I knew he could hear me. He knew. There is life in a comatose state before we pass. Thank God he knew how much I loved him.

With all the family around, he arose from his coma to ask what was happening with his body. My sister, a physician, had to tell him, “Daddy, you are in the hospital.  He asked, “why?”
“Because Daddy, you are dying of lung cancer.”
He nodded as though he understood, being a doctor himself. He then said he loved everyone very much and laid back down, his head upon the soft pillow and stopped breathing.

What Heaven Really Wants Us To Know

The lady in the elevator was rude. Pointing out that I could not see the number 5 had been pressed and not 3. Not looking up to meet my eyes, was a way of hers to let me know I was less than, not important in her world or others. I didn’t matter. It happens every day, all day, the mentality of others toward others.

The young man standing in the get together with other young cronies, some of them female, starts to laugh when they lay eyes upon me. Is it the way I look or that I am older? Am I not dressed nice enough? Is it a way of being defiant and important in their world, to shun the older people as not important? Is it a way to make someone feel less than? It’s the mentality off others toward others.

The cute puppy immediately runs up to me as I exit the elevator, picking me out of strangers walking past. He knows. He sees what I try to carry, what I try to instill in others, the “Good Soul”. It only comes with the white light. Animals know when you are a good person or not. Their built in uncanny sense of awareness is very distinctual and humans do not poessess it. I carry the white light. I am merely one of millions of souls on this planet in a body but my soul tries to walk along God’s path.

What Heaven really wants us to know is that we as individuals are indeed loved, by something much bigger than what we will ever be able to see while alive unless you have a gift or unless you someone meet your maker but come back. Heaven wants us to know that when our time comes we don’t just go away but are still learning. We have a job to do here, to learn how to be better souls in a body that perhaps might not work, might not be perfect and might not be what we wanted. We still have to learn from our mistakes and right the wrong. Learn from the mentality of others so that you don’t repeat it.

We need to learn to be grateful for what we have, be grateful to be able to give to others perhaps the last dollar we own, the last smile a person may see, or the last laugh someone may experience from our jokes. It comes with compassion and it comes from God.

Empathy and compassion, stepping outside of our own needs to see the lost dog on the street, the homeless man asking for money or food, to the person who suffers from mental illness. It doesn’t matter how much money we have, what we wear. What does matter is how we treat people, the mentality of others toward others.

If you saw an elderly woman walking outside in the pouring rain would you cover her with your umbrella and help her? If you saw an elderly man with a flat tire would you call someone or ask if he is okay? If you saw a lost dog or cat would you try to help get it to its home?

Say you are rich, so you donate money to a worthy cause. It does not mean your soul is good. You donate it to give it away because if you don’t, the government will take it in tax form. What were your motives to begin with? Do you personally hand people money instead? Do you personally go out of your way to help an indivdual in need or find the most needy to help? Did you buy a turkey for the lady who supports her grandkids and disabled husband and yet, she only has one lung and lives on food stamps? What have you done to deserve being called a Good Soul”? Remember, the mentality of others towards others.

Hide and Seek

He didn’t want to show himself. He was married to her for far too long and when he passed, that was it for him. No more going back to check on her. It wasn’t that long after he had died that she moved another man into her bed. So what was the point? Then she started contacting me. I mean really contacting me to the point of almost abuse. Why couldn’t I bring him through to her and why couldn’t he come to her?

“I was slacking. I was useless, I wasn’t any good.” Those were her words to me on a daily basis. I, being a kind soul couldn’t bring myself to tell her, he is hiding behind a wall throwing out clues to me because he really basically doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. He is playing hide and seek, only he doesn’t want you to find him. He doesn’t want to be found.  He DOESNT WANT TO COME BACK TO YOU!!!  Really simply abusive lady, try kicking that scum bag out of your bed and show some real remorse for the loss of your husband who probably put up with you for umpteen years.  That was my thought but obviously she wanted her cake and her birthday present as well. Not going to happen. It’s not like they can’t see you and what you do. Of course they can. Just because they move from one physical body to a spiritual energy form doesn’t mean they can’t see you. They can. They can hear you too. He probably heard what you called me.

So her deceased husband hid behind the partition, a wall that reminded me of the tv show, The Dating Game from the 70’s. Now I am showing my age. He showed me signs, symbols, private things that went on their married life but refused to come all the way through. Some spirits won’t do this as they are afraid they might not get back to where they currently are. He was not the only one to do it this way. A mother who passed early in life from a heart issue also wouldn’t show herself. I think she was, I know she was ashamed and the family didn’t tell me everything but I saw it. I saw what happened to her. That’s okay. Also, some spirits who take their own life do this as well because they are also ashamed. This was not the case in this instance with this lady and her deceased husband. If I were him, heck I would run as far as eternity was long. I would keep on running.

So if I tell you I can’t bring him or her forward, but I give you all the necessary information from them so that you know without a doubt I am speaking to them,  take this as a sign that perhaps they don’t want to come back..for whatever reason.  However, for this “lonely” lady in mourning, it was because he had had enough of her crap and didn’t want to deal with it in the afterlife.

Mary

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Othersidepsychic, When Spirits Don’t Speak Our Language They Bring Translators

I was in the AT&T store the other day looking at new phones and Juan was the salesman assigned to me. He was a pretty non descript non exciting gentleman who was busy trying to figure out my needs. My phone just stopped working and I wanted to upgrade to a different one and I was curious as to what plans were out there for me.

Well, then she showed up. Her hair was impeccable and so was her English. She was dressed in a suit and behind her was a little old man, wrinkled from the sun. He was dressed in simple attire, old work pants, a old shirt, and he had a comb over on his head. I could tell he was foreign but not sure as to what country he was from.

She was his language barrier. An interpreter.

I looked at Juan wondering if I should say something. I did. No holds barred with me. I said, “Juan, there is a man standing behind you and a woman standing to the right of you. The woman is telling me there is a man who died about 13 years ago and is here. Did you lose a grandfather about that time?”

He was in shock. The look on his face was not what he was expecting and just looked dazed at me as to question, who am I?

I explained that yes, I cook for a living to pay the bills but I am really a very gifted medium and psychic and remote viewer. I also explained I was seeing his grandfather and this woman standing behind him and they are trying to get a message across to him. In my explanations of what I was seeing, I also told Juan the names of other famous people I have read to lend credibility to who I was.

He indeed did lose a grandfather 13 years ago. At that time, he lost all concentrations on me and my needs of wanting to upgrade. Well, that was sorted out over a period of two hours.
After a few minutes, my questions turned to Juan and I asked him, “who is this woman? I described her to him but it did not fit any description of a lost loved one.
Juan had not a clue. Then I asked, did your grandfather not speak English? This woman was very professional looking in her mannerisms, how she was dressed and how she stayed at a distance from the grandfather. You could just tell they were not together as a couple. That she was there on business only.
He said no, he did not speak English. He was from Mexico.
Bingo, I figured it out, he had brought a translator with him to see his grandson.
This was the first time I encountered a translator on the other side.
The translator never gave her name and she proceeded to show me a place in Mexico that this man, Juan’s grandfather lived. It had columns, stone concrete columns sitting outside to the entrance of where he lived.
Juan did indeed confirm that the entrance to the town had columns outside, concrete columns that were tall. It was the entrance to his city that he grew up in as a child and where his family lived. He named the city but for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the town.
The grandfather then proceeded to tell me about Juan’s sister who was studying to be a medical person. But for some reason she left school. He didnt want her to leave school, rather finish her education so she didn’t end up like him, poor, a pauper, a man of little knowledge.
Juan confirmed his sister was in medical college at one point but left due to family issues and money.
His mouth was left hanging open. But the real kicker came when I said to Juan, your grandfather loves your three children.
Indeed, Juan had three children, and he became a true believer when I said those words. I nailed it on the head for him. For a non believer, he came to believe that our loved ones are indeed around us.
My point is that, even though our loved ones may come from different countries, they can still speak our same language on the other side, only that it may need a translator to do so.
In leaving Juan, and with a new cell phone in hand and pricey plan, I told him, his grandfather will always be with him, watching over him and his family.
Nice to know language is not a barrier to getting a message across.

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