Tag: Spirits

Othersidepsychic, Reflections in the Washing Machine Window

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i have never had a ghost come whirling up to me, sort of like a whoooosh, and then decide to swirl around me. It happened today.

You know how you just know someone is standing behind you or standing beside you or even to feeling like you are being stared at? But when you turn around there is no one there?  I was in the employers kitchen, making him dinner when all of sudden it was as if this ghost came running up to me, and started swirling around me.

I have never had that happen. Then it turned ice cold. I grabbed my cross around my neck and said that I am a child of God and Jesus is my savior and if they are not of God, to leave. Immediately, the air became warm, then it came back. I ignored it. Went about making cod cakes.  I mean seriously, who would be talking to ghosts and making cod cakes at the same time?

Then I went down to the laundry room where there are several washing machines. I happened to look up and there was a face staring at me from inside the washer. I just stopped, I stared. Weirder, it morphed. The face went into the image of my twin and then into the image of my twins beloved dog, Beth, a German shepard whom she named after me. I know I know. When they called the dog, we both answered. Neither the dog nor myself were sure which one of us they wanted so we both showed up.

Then the image was gone.

When I got home from work, spirit is knocking on the door, scratching on the door, a cabinet sounding like the door was rattling as though someone was trying to open it.  I am also wondering if I was followed from work to home. I think though my painting the house and doing some minor work has disturbed who ever is residing here. At least the paint color I picked out warms the place up. I did inform the ghost in my house that if they didn’t like the colors, they could take it outside and stay there. Their choice in colors sucked.

 

OtherSidePsychic, When We are Near Death

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Its called Life on Life’s terms. We all have to go through it and face the final hour. Its not so romantic really as the movies portray it. Some people are riddled with cancer, others, a debilitating disease, still others take their own life, despondent over the ones they were living.

He was talking to his father during his final hours, even seeing angels at his window. His father had passed about twenty years prior of throat cancer and alzheimers.  I witnessed it first hand.

When we are near death, either we are surrounded by angels, people who loved us and passed on before us or we are not. I know I have seen the arch angel Michael twice in my short life. I know that is one angel who will be with me during my finalexperience and into the next life.

I knew when my twin sister was dying as I felt it half way across the world. I became violently ill, and it was a sinking feeling of actually dying, needing to reach her immediately but I couldn’t. All I could think about was Amy. I had to tell her goodbye. I was too sick to get off the floor. It was actually what she was feeling.  I was perfectly healthy a minute before.

If we didn’t care about a person we wouldn’t cry our hearts out when they pass on. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn’t cry but be happy that they have gone onto a world far more better than what they left.

We all know what happens to the people who are not so nice and pure of heart.

I do know the man I saw die, saw angels, was surrounded by them, and was talking to people he loved who had passed on. They came back for him to take him home. In a coma, he said he wanted to go home but how was he going to get there? Piggy Back? Those were his exact words. He laughed, and a few hours later, he passed.

I hope I don’t have to hitchhike a ride, I hope Amy shows up in a nice BMW

 

 

OtherSidePsychic, If They Died, Then How Come I Just Saw Them?

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It is because you did.

The woman with her hair pulled back that made me do a triple take was indeed my twin sister walking on the street. That man with the handle bar mustache I have seen for the last three days, same build, same hair, is indeed my friend who died three years ago.

Make no mistakes, they do come back and make their presence known and some spirits decide to make it really obvious.

“I was at her funeral, but I just saw her” was a remark made to me not too long ago.

It is because they want you to know that they are still around you, still watching over you. It’s really comforting to know this.

When I saw the woman on the street walking in Honduras, I could have sworn, put my hand on the bible kind of swear that it was my Amy. My heart just pounded with excitement, then I realized I had buried her one month prior.  She was my identical twin.  My heart sank and the tearing apart started all over again.

You saw it on Long Island Medium, where a man came back to check on his son, dressed in baseball gear and he thought he saw his dad. He did.

So the next time you do a double take and swear that it is the person in your life you loved that was lost, but your senses tell you that it just can’t be, trust me, it can be and it is.

I have since seen Amy several times and heard her. But it’s been a long time now. I will do another post about Amy while in Roatan.  Well, my dead friend, like family really, Harvey, was really a shock. For the last three days I have seen Harvey. I wonder where his wife Ann is.  We were really close. When I left my husband in Portugal, due to divorce, as the cab was driving away, I saw her sitting on the back deck of the yacht with my ex husband. It was around 2 am. Her white hair glowed in the night. She was there for him. He couldn’t see her because she was already dead but I could. I have that gift. He just didn’t and never believed in it.

Now it is her deceased husband I am seeing around me. Hey, weirder things have happened.

I am just glad he is around. He always did make me feel at ease. His wife on the other hand was kind of prickly and made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. Just like my ex husband.

Still I loved them dearly.

OtherSidePsychic, The Ghost Printer

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The funeral is tomorrow.My friend Joe wrote a beautiful testimony to our recently departed good friend, Mark. Well, Mark came to visit last night and I explained to Joe what Mark had given him when asked by Joe. Joe found the object and soon was totally freaked out by me. I am only the messenger, not the dead guy okay?? If you are given a message by a dead person, please listen. It has meaning.

Anyway, Joe asked me to print out the testimony to give to Mark’s daughter that he had written of what Mark meant to him as a friend.  I did and left it on my computer and made the comment out loud to myself, “Wow, Joe should read this at Mark’s funeral. tomorrow” Mind you, I had shut down the computer and the printer was just turned off. As I was about to head out the door to work, my printer started printing again. I stopped, kind of in shock. Um, what do you say to something like that? I was frozen.  Literally, frozen.

You, the person without the strange gift I have,  would think I would not be scared or be in shock when strange things happen, but I do get somewhat unnerved sometimes. I turned around, walked back into the dining room and looked at the sheet laying in the printer que. It was the testimony Joe had written. How could this have happened? I don’t know but it did.  I do know, and it was Mark.

I guess Mark wanted to read it too before it was read at his funeral or perhaps, he wanted a copy as well.

 

OtherSidePsychic, GHOST OUTSIDE MY KITCHEN WINDOW

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Okay, so, I stayed up late last night, trying to write a query letter to an agent about a cookbook. You say, cookbook and you are a psychic? Something has to pay the bills doesn’t it?

Well, I am not so sleepy and get up to make some coffee.

Standing outside my kitchen window which does not have a blind on it as the realtor showing my house broke it, was a dead guy staring in at me.

I saw him plain as day. Tall, blonde hair almost to shoulders, skinny, stoic, and most certainly dead.

Not really the first thing I wanted to see when I get up especially when i have not had my morning coffee in order to deal with things in my surroundings.

My spirit guide is saying, it found me because of my gift. Geez, you would have thought it would have used the front door.

I know though that it is not a happy go luck ghost rather, just stood there and stared at me as if frozen. He was wearing blue jeans, nice shirt. He kind of looked like the designer who works across the street except that guy is not dead.

THE GHOST OUTSIDE MY KITCHEN WINDOW

Freaky deaky baby, especially in the am. Rather the am than the pm.

OtherSidePsychic, Absalon

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Absalon was like a sweet brother to me. I worked with this man from the Philippines for over 15 years on board several yachts. Good looking, tall, built, Absalon’s nature was that of a beautiful person inside and you wanted to be around him. Over time, he acquired a new girlfriend, the chief stewardess, Tanya. One day they decided on their day off to go ahsore, swim in on rafts, as the yacht was anchored off the beach in the Bahamas, Exumas to be exact.

Tanya and I were not always on the best of terms. We both were type A personalities and she was also from Russia and so of course we butted heads. She was a doctor in her country but the USA did not recognize her medical degree so to support her children back home, she went to work on yachts.

Neither one of them knew I was in the galley, (kitchen) and they were sneaking past me when i asked them, do you have your radios with you? As yacht crew, you always carried your radio with you, no matter where you went. It was a premonition on my part but something told me to ask them if they had it. Indeed they responded they did.  I asked again. I had to be sure.

Tanya in a short quip, almost as though she was pissed off that I asked, retorted back to me and I let it go. Then I heard from Absalon, that he did indeed have his radio. I always trusted Absalon. I would trust that man with my life and have before.

A few hours later, a boat is speeding towards the yacht and it is full of men in the back, DEA agents who work in the Bahamas. Word came over the VHF that there was an accident and that they were working on someone heading to our yacht.

My heart sank as the small boat approached. The person they were working on was Absalon, he had died on the beach with Tanya and neither one of them had taken their radios with them.  My premonitions came once again to pass.

You can warn the person, inquire to ensure your message gets across to the person, but when it is their time to leave this earth, you can’t stop God’s will.

Absalon had a heart condition so bad that even if he did have his radio on him, no one could have reached him in time to save him.

I miss him and I love him dearly. Truly a brother I lost that day.

Othersidepsychic, ANNIE

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My ex mother in law became very ill with the flu and I was asked to return to Savannah to nurse her back to health. So I did.  I left the yacht and returned home.

I knew about a lady who had worked for her for many years prior who cared for her youngest daughter when she was a toddler, but I had never seen her and I had never known what she looked like.  I knew her name, and that she lived in a small area outside of Isle of Hope called Sandfly.  This lady was poor as most of the help on the island were, with no husband, and children of her own to feed.  Annie worked for my ex mother in law and became part of the family until she was too old to work and eventually passed on. She was very similar to Daisy who worked for my family and became an integral part of our lives and our loved ones.

One night I got up to use the bathroom, and I think if my memory serves me correctly, it was around 1:30 am. It was a small three bedroom house that my mother in law lived in with cedar shakes on the outside.  Incredible thirst came over me and I wandered into the the kitchen, passing by the front door and the curio cabinet that held cherished items.

As I walked by, I saw a female figure standing there up against the wall and I said hello. It had not registered in my sleepy mind that I just passed Annie in the hallway heading into the kitchen. When i reached the kitchen it was a moment of where someone sucks in their breath and my eyes popped open wide, almost out of my skull. Now I was awake.

The next morning, I told my ex mother in law and my husband at the time about Annie and what I saw her wearing, which was a red checked apron. She was tall, around 5″10 and was there at the house that morning, to make her presence known. She wore a head piece and stood there silent as I passed her.  She was probably making sure I didn’t bump into the curio cabinet and break it.

I asked to see a picture of Annie. My mother in law pulled out a photo album and showed me a picture of her and she was dressed in the same outfit as I saw her in the night before.

It was Annie. She probably never left but definitely arrived to early for work that morning. I never saw her after that and I never broke the curio cabinet.

My mother in law was ecstatic to learn that someone she loved dearly was still there,  as we all should be when we lose someone we love.

 

Other Side Psycic Drive By Priest

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I was driving down the road back to the yacht I was the charter chef on and traffic had slowed down near the area of the Hamptons where I was. I happened to glance quickly over to my right near Amagansett NY and knew immediately, how dangerous of a spirit I was in immediate contact with. From the road, the church and rectory were off on the right hand side. The very familiar Ice cold chills went through my body, the air in the car became ice cold and this place where the spirit was haunting was at least 100 yards away, but I knew it. I seriously knew this was the one time I had to protect myself more than I usually do. I did.  Serious evil.

I didn’t have to look to see him. He was angry enough with me driving by. That is how powerful my gift is. Just driving by and never entering.  It was he who was haunting the rectory of this church. An angry spirit for sure, and little old me found him simply driving by.

Oooo, I have a secret, I have a secret.  I knew what you did Priest. You are trapped in that rectory because you were a pedophile.

The question I have to ask is why me? Out of all of the psychics who drive by every day, why come after me with such vengeance and hatred with what I felt? The answer is because I walk with God. I am surrounded by his white light. If you ever meet me, my aura is white light. I personally can not even get close to the church ever again. The evil was so demented, determined.

I pulled over a few blocks later into the local pharmacy parking lot and called my friend to say what I just saw and the eery feeling that enveloped me. He looked it up and this particular church is haunted, confirming what I saw, felt. I am now shaking.

To make a long story short, the priest was mad,  because I saw what he did. He even tried to attach himself to me. He was a pedophile and that was why he was still here on this earthly plane, where he will forever remain.

 

 

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…

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.