My First Contact with the “Dead”

For many moons, I thought it would be just the best to be able to talk with the spirit world. Why? The biggest reason is that I miss my family and friends (both those who used to be both human and animal) so, so terribly. Like everyone else, I have some relatives who are, to be nice, unsavory individuals. For the most part, my family has been lovely. My dad and grandparents were particularly lovely humans, and never a day goes by where my heart doesn’t hurt because they are out of their body. I thought being able to still at least have a conversation with them would ease the pain. I  also dug the idea of being able to help clients with their grief issues.

In 2002, I discovered I could read energy. Holy moly! By 2006, I began to offer readings professionally. Yet as much as I listened, hoping to discern the slightest peep from the Other Side, all I got were crickets chirping. No one ever came through.

I soon began reading book after book about mediumship. How I plowed through those pages with fervor and determination! If anyone could learn how to do it, by cracky, it was going to be me. I refused to get my pants into a wad about it, though. I knew if I was meant to be a medium, it would happen. If not, then I would choose to get over it.

One day, as I was wrapping up with a client (who I will call Gert), something very unusual crept into my consciousness. I was no longer receiving only Gert’s energy; someone else was there too. I sensed she was a woman and requested her identity. She replied that she was my Gert’s grandma. Stunned and about to pee myself with excitement, I breathlessly told Gert who was around to visit. She began to cry. I started to cry. As we both sat there with tears in our eyes, Grandma unloaded information which her granddaughter verified. I DID IT!!! I was completely choked up that it had finally happened.

Of course, through the passing of time, I have become better and better able to connect with the Other Side. How rewarding it is to see my clients filled with joy and relief when they receive messages from their loved ones.  I am so grateful I have this ability.

 

What I’ve Learned About Death

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Grim Reaper Dons A Green Hoodie, above

I shall begin with stating the most obvious fact about death; we all are gonna do it at some point. Croak and pay taxes–there ya are! Two things your hiney is not going to get out of!!!!

Being a psychic has added a different dimension to my views on leaving this bag of bones behind. In some ways, I feel way more mellow about croaking because of what I have learned. In other ways, it hasn’t changed a solitary thing.

I still lose my marbles when someone I love dies. They may be chatting away left and right, blabbing up a storm to me, but so what. I continue to wail and sob and feel pissy they are no longer in the body I knew them in. I get super huffy if they die young. Sadness overcomes me if I ponder no longer being in my current body. I find I am quite attached to it.

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