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

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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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Othersidepsychic, More Readings from Facebook

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These are individuals who have posted on my facebook page, Mary,Othersidepsychic. I have no control over what they post. I can only share it.
I do give readings for free as I have been given a gift. For now, I don’t charge. Please contact me if you need closure from a loved one, a missing loved one or just want to know if your family member is okay.
I am here to help.

Mary

“I just now had an amazing reading with Mary again! A dear friend came through and showed her things until there was no doubt it was my Debbie! I have missed her so much but have dreamed lots of times about her so real like and Mary assured me it wasn’t a dream, they visit this way! Made me feel so good! Mary is amazing to be able to interpret their messages so well! Thanks again Mary!!!! Once again you uplifted me!!!”

“ive just had a reading of mary and omg this woman is amazing i cant thank her enough thankyou for the closure mary i will sleep better now keep doing what u do your a angel xx”

“Omg this lady is amazing helped me big time about my uncle Peter my nana my brother and my aunty…thank you so much I feel so much beta knowing my loved ones are ok.”

“Also to think I’m in new Zealand and she’s in the us”

Recent Readings

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It seems every night I have been reading two to three people, for no charge. Can you say I am spot on accurate in these readings? Well, yes, I have been and the proof is in the pudding, as it is listed on my facebook page on Mary, Othersidepsychic.

There is one special person who has a multitude of orbs coming and going in her house, which are deceased loves ones that want to be there to other spirits looking for a home and some even coming from the funeral home 30 yards away. Why her house? She has a gift. It is that of a empath and sensitive. The spirits are attracted to someone who has gift. So naturally, like a moth to a light, they flock to her.

This gifted gal brought me to a very gifted clairvoyant friend of hers who cant use her gift due to a block, a negative cloud produced by a woman who tried to run her off from her son. The mother in law put a cloud on her aura but her infant son is so gifted, her gift is diminished around him. That day, her grand mother came around as well as her cousin who passed. To look at a picture of her, her gift surrounds her, like a golden white light that envelops her.

A different lady was surely a skeptic, announcing it before we began. Just getting her to say the word yes was pulling teeth. The Spirits came through though. When her daughters godfather came forward, I told her I saw a male between the ages of 18 and 24. She said no, she didn’t lose anybody in that age. Then I mentioned the number 15. I told her, he says he lived in soemthing named with the number 15 and I also see jail. Well, she said the man she knew died when he was 29. I asked her, “did he look younger for his age?” She said yes, he most certainly did. She told me he lived in area 15. I asked her if he was shot or hurt in his chest because he is holding his chest. She said he was shot in his chest. This was the man I described. Her daughters godfather. Then an even more powerful woman came forward wearing a ruby dress, a red hat and carrying a bible. I asked her if she knew who this person was. Yes, it was her great grandmother. I told her I saw a worn Bible and I also saw a cast iron skillet and bread, johnny cake or corn. She made bread all the time, corn bread. It was validation for her that she has her family around her. That skeptic left believing.

Another one is a cousin of mine I have never spoken to except for a brief two days in the last two days. I never knew he existed. He never knew I existed and asked for a reading. Well, he got it. It was so accurate he left several times during the reading either due to being scared or not sure how he was supposed to react to several things I saw.

For him, i saw the gift of writing, but I also saw his past troubles, and is present troubles, to include a girlfriend with some heavy duty baggage. I encouraged him to start his writing career and I do hope he decides to venture in that direction. As for her, she has a long road ahead of her to include a very bad illness, and she is loaded in personal tragedies that have plagued her life. I hope that with his dedicated love to her, she can recover.

Just a few of the readings I have had. Today was slow, as most people are celebrating with their families and loved ones. Don’t forget to set a place at the table for the ones you lost. They are there too.

Happy Thanksgiving to all past present spirits and loved ones living.

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Othersidepsychic, photographs never lie

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Photographs never lie. Look closely at family pictures. Do you see a golden or white small light in them near a loved one? Chances are it could be an orb. If you do have an orb in your picture, blow it up large, then look for a face in the orb. Chances are, it is a loved one that you lost. Orbs carry faces in them.  If you move into a new house, be sure to snap pictures and look closely. It might look like giant blurs or blobs. It could be realtives or it could be total strangers.

A friend of mine recently sent me a picture of her family photo and in that picture I saw three things happening. Two were not good but swooshing by her brother’s face was the essence of a spirit that was protecting him. Standing behind the family, especially behind her brother stood two demons, a small one but a much much larger force behind that.  Both negative and I saw some serious health issues accompanying those demons.

Just as my recent photograph catpured a spirit coming from the wall in the place I stayed, capturing spirit is not difficult. Just start snapping but be prepared for what might come through and things you might not want to see.

OtherSidePsychic, The Cabin

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I just got back from a kind of camping out. I stayed in a beautiful cabin in the mountains. Perfect for the month of September with the cool NY air and crisp bite when I awoke. It was just me, stinky cheese to eat and noosa yogurt and then I heard footsteps, upstairs. Pretty loud footsteps. Loud enough to get my attention kind of footsteps.  They stayed upstairs thank goodness. It was a pacing around, and kind of sounded like the spirit was upset I was there. I tried to make piece with the spirit by telling them I was not there stay, just passing through and that I meant no harm. After that I felt no harm but didn’t stay in the living room very much. In fact, I stayed in my room trying to ignore the  spirit.

I surmised from my gift it belonged to the person who lived or cared for the property long before my friend bought it. Not threatening but when the lights went out, I was thrown into pitch dark blackness and I hate total blackouts. I sleep with the lights on full blast and for reasons! Well, I believe that the entity upstairs also correlated with the basement, which was off the bathroom and I opened the door once. I immediately shut it. I did not get a good vibe from the basement. During the time I was there, I never opened it again nor decided to investigate it. I don’t go looking for trouble. Hey, it finds me easy enough. At one point, after I left, I was asked by someone who knows the property, “How did you like staying in the cabin.” I said, well, okay. I left it at that. When I saw the laughing smile come across her lips, I knew she knew something and didn’t want to tell me. I never let her know I knew it was haunted. Well, that was not the only soul that made their presence known. I was seeing a man of about fifty, handsome, in a sitting position around the cabin. He was wearing a red sweater, kakhi pants. I knew he was the uncle of a man I knew. What was he doing there? He never let me know but I do know that spirits show up when I am around to either let themselves be known or to be known to their loved ones I know.  He was smiling the entire time and thoroughly enjoying himself. I love happy spirits. They make my gift easier to deal with.Then, she showed up. I had heard voices during my stay. Faint female voices to the point I had to ask, “Who is there?, “Hello”  No answer. Silence. Then the same female voice would start talking again, as if she was carrying on a conversation with someone else. I know she was the sister to an elderly woman I know. She stayed with me and I know she is around this elderly woman constantly because she is watching over her as best as she can. This spirit showed me she had a physical defect and that is how I knew she was the sister to my friend.

Today, I saw the elderly grandmother to a gal working at Whole Foods. I didn’t say anything. How can I say to a complete stranger without giving them a heart attack, that their dead grandmother is standing behind them. I cant go anywhere without seeing the deceased or them communicating with me. I just wish I could communicate better to make others believe in what I see so that they might want communication.

Othersidepsychic, Youre a Encyclopedia?

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Sitting around eating funeral food cooked by this great Italian lady, the conversation came up of what I do. Well, I am a cook, I answered. And I am a psychic, medium.

Your an Encyclopedia?

No, Psychic Medium. How in the heck do you get encyclopedia out of psychic medium. I suppose if you were hard of hearing you might.

Of course skepticism came across his face upon learning this. Most people either say, “yeah right or prove it.”. I didn’t want to have to tell him his dead friend Larry was standing behind him, immediately behind him..

We chatted a bit more. Frank was an older man, around late 60’s and he really didn’t have a clue as to how it worked, my gift that is. I told him I don’t charge and that it is a gift. I also tell him basically what I see, and how my gift worked. The conversation stopped and we ate a bit more. I really didn’t want to have to read him but his friend was pushing the issue. His dead friend actually.

So I asked him who Larry was. It turned out it was his best friend who died a couple of months ago of numerous health issues. I said well, this is validation that he is with you and is okay.

“Did he fish or have something to do with the water?  because I am seeing a him standing near water and he has a bucket also a bucket and  fishing line.”

Frank said that he loved crabbing. That was his favorite past time.

I then asked Frank who the lady was in his family with the first name that started with a C such as Car something? I can’t see the entire name.

Frank answered, his grandmother’s name was Carmella.  By now, Frank is totally mystified and very much wanting to know more. I read him while eating funeral food and showed him a new way to view death. There was a lot more said and he left a totally different person. The change was so overwhelming for him that he was not the same person I originally met while eating green beans and turkey. Just knowing that the people he loved and that loved him are still with him, guiding him, watching over him is a true validation from an encyclopedia.

Wonder what covered dish church suppers would bring?

 

Othersidepsychic, The Running Bobcat

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Pulling into the long winding drive to the South Florida National Cemetary, I announced in my car, okay people, I am here. Here I come. Of course  I always announce my arrival upon entering a space that is inhabited by the dead. Well, the dead know as soon as I enter a cemetery but this particular moment was very strange and my gut had a twist in it. Like I got the wind knocked out of me. I knew something was about to happen. Out of the blue a 30 lb bob cat came running along side my car. What made this incident strange was that it continued to run along side my car, not away from it. I slowed down, and rolled down my window and starting calling it. Here kitty kitty and it came pace with my car, literally for about 1/4 mile. Then it jumped ahead of me and went into the bushes. Why would a bob cat run with me? I had showed up early for Joe’s mom’s funeral. Too early as a matter of a fact. In South Florida they wheel the dead in and wheel them out as fast as a sign up sheet for football betting.Chasing the casket down to touch it to tell Rose Joe will be taken care of and will be okay took effort. Those people are fast at wheeling them! There is no time for lingering, hugging, crying or long winded read eulogies You have exactly one hour or whatever you booked and then you have to go because another one is on it’s way.

So, When they started putting on the Jewish hats, I knew I was at the wrong funeral. So, off I go to drive out, and come back one hour later. I got in the right drive through lane and the funeral was good. Rose was there, standing beside her children. She appeared younger, happy, and then all of sudden, birds started squawking, and Joe could have sworn he saw the Bobcat on the outside perimeter of the funeral. I think he did. I do believe this was a sign. What, I am not sure the meaning but it came to me, and showed up again. When I left the funeral, I didn’t see it anymore.

Rose had a message for me to relay to each of her children, at a separate time when they would and could hear it but right now was not the time during their grief and of course to understand it’s meaning. I was given a message to pass that expressed her deepest sorrow for any pain she caused her loved ones in this life, but one in particular, needed to hear it. Maybe in time, in her reflections on her relationship with her grandmother, she will come to have empathy for her and understanding and see what her part was in the whole damaged relationship scenario

Rose was a tough woman, and made enemies amongst her family but loved them and gave them her all. One in particular was her granddaughter that could have cared less that she died. I approached L and told her, your Grandmother wants to pass a message to you. She looked up as if she was in shock but also, told me she didn’t care she died. I said to L, “Rose, says she is sorry for the incident she and you had in the past and she needed me to tell you this as she couldn’t. I simply am passing a message.”

I don’t know if L took it seriously because she doesn’t really know my gift, but she soon will know it.

I passed the message and delivered closure for the dead wanting to make amends. It is up to the living to accept it.

Othersidepsychic, The Smell of Cigarettes

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Okay, so this smell of cigarettes  has been following me for two days, even around midnight last night in my bedroom. I got up and looked outside to make sure no one was smoking outside my house. They couldn’t because I have fences and gates surrounding me but the cigarette trail just enveloped me. I gave up smoking about 11 years ago and today, the smell trail finally moved on. I know who it was now. Joe, my friend, well, his father smoked. Actually, he died of lung cancer and last night his mother died, Rose, leaving Joe all alone. He is really not all alone as he has me and his sister Judy and brother Dan but when a person loses both parents, you have the feeling of being abandoned. Joe even told me today he made the comment two nights ago that he was all alone and that when his mother died he would be.  His father came to check in on me and make sure I was there to take care of his Joey.

So, the cigarette smoke belonged to his dad. He came not only to get Rose, his beloved wife of 59 years but to also make sure I was going to look after Joe, make sure he would be okay. When I figured out who it was, I said, you have no worries. I will take care of him and he so will his sister and brother. He will be okay.  I will make sure of it. I knew he wanted to hear that.

It’s not like they come right out and say, Hey, Mary, I am Joe’s father. I am here to insure that my son will be taken care of by you that he won’t be left abandoned.. Can you promise me that?  It’s not like that at all. They hang around until us living humans, the ones with the supposed brains in our heads figure it out. Okay, so it took me two days, but I got it. I am accurate, dead accurate, sorry,  but never said I was quick. lol. 

Then the cigarette smell dissipated and left. I have not smelled it since this morning. Joe’s dad was trying to get my attention and to make sure his son would be okay. He will be. Now Joe’s father can collect his beautiful wife Rose and go. Go with God.

Othersidepsychic, Smell Smoke

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It has followed me throughout my tiny for the past two days and nights. At first I thought the smell of smoke was my Daddy who smoked a pipe. Then I thought, it is the father of the lady I am supposed to read tomorrow. Then I thought it was my twin sister Amy, nope. None of the above. It is someone I should know and they are here for a reason. They came to me but I really don’t know who it is. It could be Joe’s father who came for his mother Rose tonight. It’s not like it stays constantly but is intense and surrounds me and right now it is in my bedroom. Creepy. but had to share this. I guess I will find out who this was one way or another, over time. I suspect it is my father but it could be anybody in my life or someone else’s..

Othersidepsychic, Animals Know

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Ever wonder if you have a ghost in your house? Well, it is as simple as watching what your pet does, If you have pets. I do and they say a lot without meowing. All they have to do is sit up and stare and they do. Boy do they. Sharkbait will suddenly rise up and look, all at attention, and just stare at the entity at my doorway. He is not looking up but rather looking down at the floor, which tells me that it is either another animal that he recognizes such as one of his brothers that died, Harry Teedies or Medusa, or else it’s a  small child of which he has no fear of. Sharkbait loves children. I have watched him stare for minutes and not move. I have watched Nell Nells stare and I have intently watched Nuggies stare at something that is not there to the visible eye, but I know is there because of the feeling I get when an entity is around.

Their ears may perk up and hold a straight look. If their ears go flat back, then I suggest you whip out your bible and cross and start reciting God’s word, out loud.

So keep an eye on your pet, especially at night. Animals and children can see spirits. Usually grown ups can’t because we have been so conditioned we are not open to seeing them, that is if you weren’t born with a gift.