Afterlife
When Spirit Says Thank You From The Other Side
If you enjoy ghost stories that prove the existence of an afterlife and demonstrate spirit communication from beyond, you may be interested in the following account of a genuine supernatural event among my family and friends.
When he was younger, one of my cousins used to hang out with a group of friends who often got into harmless mischief. They were inseparable.
One of his closest friends eventually got married and lost his job soon after. Unfortunately, he quickly got into debt, his wife left him, and he had a very challenging relationship with his mother. His debts spiraled, he could not find a new job, and his wife showed no signs of wanting to reconcile.
The poor guy felt doomed, believing that life would never improve for him, no matter how hard he tried. Nothing changed, and things only got worse. Seeing no way out, he drove into the woods near his home one cold November night and ended his life.
I only wish I had had the opportunity to speak with him before he took this drastic step. I would have told him that life is too precious to contemplate such a thing. In fact, I emphasize to anyone considering suicide that they need to seek professional help immediately.
Nevertheless, it was too late to save my cousin’s dear friend.
He left a note for his friends, stating that he didn’t want his wife nor his mother at his funeral. He also asked that they sell the van in which he passed away to pay for the funeral, as he had no other means of funding it. Continue reading
Rescue Mediumship Helps Lost Souls Find Peace
Rescue mediumship work has always held a special place in my heart. From the beginning of my training, I was intrigued by the deeply meaningful work of guiding lost or confused souls toward the light.
I was first introduced to the process during the advanced mediumship classes at my spiritualist church. A few times each year, we gathered in meditation circles led by an incredible reverend. She created a safe and sacred space for spirit communication.
The goal of these sessions was simple yet profound: to help earthbound spirits who were unaware that they had passed on, or who were somehow struggling to transition to the afterlife. These souls, often confused and disoriented, needed a gentle nudge (or sometimes a firm push) to find lasting peace on the other side.
Our rescue circle, usually consisting of about eight people, would sit in silence and attune ourselves to the spirit realm. One by one, spirits would come through and speak through one of us. We would hear their voices in our minds, or sometimes even channel them directly, adopting their accents or mannerisms. The reverend guided the conversation by asking questions to uncover the spirit’s identity and story. Who were they? What had happened? What did they remember?
These encounters were deeply moving and often unforgettable. One of the earliest that I remember was a little boy who came through to me. He was hiding under a bed, unaware that he had died in a house fire. The image was vivid: the end of the bed had collapsed, forming a small triangle of protection. We then called his mother in from the spirit world. Together, we gently persuaded the boy to take his mother’s hand and move into the light.
The Timeless Spirit Phenomenon Of Apports
The spirits of your departed loved ones sometimes interact with our physical environment to show they’re still nearby. They might move around objects in our home, like keys, books, or small decorations, especially ones that had personal meaning when they were alive.
It’s not uncommon to have a cherished object go missing from its usual spot, only to find it later in the most unlikely of places.
This kind of spirit activity often happens when we’re thinking of them, or during emotionally significant moments, as a way of offering comfort or making their presence known. It’s never random. It’s a gentle reminder that their energy hasn’t gone far.
I was about 20 years old when I experienced an in-depth, private sitting with a wonderful spiritualist medium known to me as Nan Lightfoot. My father had heard of her through the local spiritualist church, and as it turned out, she was an elderly lady who lived just two blocks from our house.
A warm friendship soon blossomed between us. I would help her with shopping and running errands whenever I could, until I eventually left England for many years.
After bringing in her shopping and putting it away, Nan would make us a cup of coffee. During our many conversations, she would occasionally offer wise advice channeled from her spirit guides. Often, right in the middle of an ordinary discussion, she would suddenly shift from speaking English into broad Welsh. These moments of Welsh chatter signaled that Nan was now channeling a message from one of her ancestral guides.
My Surprising Journey Into Spirit Mediumship
I had my first encounter with the spirit realm in the summer of 1987, during an evening of mediumship at a spiritualist church. That night changed everything. From then on, I regularly attended Sunday services.
My keen interest was not out of a newfound religious fervor, but simply to experience more of the spirit messages, which were always part of the service.
I was utterly mesmerized by the idea of communicating with the spirit world, and I found joy in listening to messages delivered to others as much as I did to those meant for me.
One evening, I received an unexpected call from a new friend I’d met at the church. She facilitated the weekly meditation and healing sessions. She informed me that my name had appeared on the registration sheet for an upcoming mediumship class.
I was baffled. I hadn’t signed up for anything? She then laughed and admitted that she had signed me up herself! She explained that, after getting to know me through her programs, she had a gut feeling that I might enjoy the experience.
Truthfully, I had also been attending the meditation and healing sessions primarily to receive more messages from spirit. Each session concluded with a medium delivering some messages until closing time, and I relished those moments.
It never even occurred to me that ordinary people like me could learn to become a medium. I had no prior background or training. Until my first visit to that Spiritualist church, I didn’t even know such places existed!
The Lifelong Growth Journey Of A Spirit Messenger
As a professional psychic medium, there are times when I have profound readings with clients that remind me why I chose this path. These moments are touchstones for my own soul journey. Today’s reading with a long-lost client was one of those moments.
We hadn’t spoken in over thirteen years. Life had moved on for both of us. Yet, as usual, spirit had impeccable timing.
Despite the years that had passed, she found my contact information in an old magazine article I wrote nearly fifteen years ago. She doesn’t tend to keep things like this, so she was surprised to stumble upon it.
Was it a coincidence? Or was it a nudge from the other side? I have no doubt that her loved ones orchestrated the whole event, weaving threads of destiny to bring us back together.
From the moment our session began, the energy was electric. Our connection was instantaneous, as if no time had passed at all. It was just as magical as when she first visited my home in South Africa so many years ago.
Her spirit family lined up eagerly, as if they had been waiting for this moment for years. Her late father made his presence known first, with unmistakable details, such as his confident swagger and a certain hand gesture that she instantly recognized.
The reading was filled with laughter, which spirit adores. The joy and elevated vibration only deepened our connection and opened the channel wider. As the energy built, more evidence and heartfelt messages flowed effortlessly.
What I Learned From Egyptian Goddess Hathor
From the moment I first encountered her, Hathor, the ancient Egyptian goddess, she felt like a luminous companion on my spiritual path.
To me she isn’t just a myth or a symbol. She’s a living presence and a spiritual guide. She’s also a gentle yet powerful presence in my psychic and healing work. Her energy speaks to me on a deeply intuitive level.
My connection with Hathor began unexpectedly while reading a book on ancient Egypt. Suddenly, I felt a comforting warmth surround me. It was as if a long-lost friend had returned.
Then, I was guided to raise my hands, palms facing outward and I sensed her hands and palms facing mine. A glow of golden light flashed before me and I felt a warm sensation entering my palms and almost as though my hands were being supported and held, and all time was suspended.
In that timeless and powerful moment, Hathor’s nurturing love enveloped me, and her ancient wisdom whispered that time is merely a construct.
In the Infinite Light, there is no past or future, only this sacred now. In is in the present moment that healing and miracles unfold.
As a psychic, I find that Hathor naturally aligns with my practice. She is not just the goddess of love and beauty, though she radiates both. She embodies a vibrant, nurturing energy that opens emotional and spiritual channels.
Echoes Of Love In Every Clasp And Chain
The jewelry we inherit is more valuable than it seems. A gold ring passed down from a grandmother, a locket that once rested against a mother’s pulse, or a watch that marked the minutes of a father’s days. Even after they’re gone, these objects keep on humming, full of loving memories.
It’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced loss, but wearing that old ring or putting on that familiar chain feels like stepping into another time and place. And for a second, you see them.
Maybe the piece fits your ring finger or wrist a bit differently than it did theirs, but it still connects the past with the present. Their jewelry isn’t just a piece of metal or stone; it’s a fingerprint, a story, a fragment of a laugh, a favorite saying captured in something lasting you can hold.
Some days, their jewelry and other personal belongings are a source of comfort. Other days, it serves as a stark reminder of heartache and loss. Either way, it shows that love isn’t just some fleeting thing.
Love lasts in the smallest details: the things that touched their skin and caught their scent. The soft click of a clasp. The nice weight of it against your collarbone.
They say you can’t take anything with you, but maybe that’s not the point. Maybe the real magic is in what’s left behind: a ring, a pendant, or a string of pearls. Little things that are full of love keep us connected to the people who matter most, even when they’re now on the other side.
When I was a little girl, my grandma used to let me wear her fake diamond earrings. They were the only piece of her jewelry she ever let me touch. I always had to give them back when playtime was over. It felt special, like she was letting me borrow a little piece of her magic. After she passed away, my mom gave me Grandma’s earrings.