mental mediumship
My Paranormal Encounter With An Iconic Dog
Do our dearly departed pets also cross over to the other side, and do they still communicate with us from the afterlife? As a psychic medium I have indeed had contact with the spirit energies of animals in readings, and more recently an especially profound encounter during a paranormal investigation.
The investigation site was a privately owned property that is rich with history. It is not accessible to the public, as it is used by a corporation. The paranormal investigation team that I am a member of explored every room in the historic home, as well as other areas of interest located on the land around it. We would rotate in split teams to various area in order to investigate all the possible locations on the property.
Having already been in the home on several occasions, the group I was with decided to investigate the sitting room adjacent to the kitchen. Upon entering we got some response with little consistency. Other investigators had previously reported some activity in the same room, so we decided to see if we might be able to add to those experiences.
I generally don’t carry any equipment for these expeditions, except a pen, notepad, and a flashlight. While the other members of the group were doing an electronic voice phenomenon (EVP) recording session, I felt drawn to an area to the left, closest to the door through which we entered. At first it seemed odd, as I was being drawn to two porcelain figures of dogs: one of an adult Great Dane, and a smaller figurine of a puppy.
I picked up the puppy statuette and intuitively asked if I could ‘take it home with me’. Almost immediately one of the investigators got a response on one of our devices. She then asked if the responder was male or female, and she got a response. I handed her the puppy and she continued.
Sitting on the floor next to the other porcelain dog, I began to feel a very cold wave of air around me. There were no vents or drafts, as all outside doors were closed. I asked the others to verify the temperature change, which they did.
Grandma Two Cookies
I never had the intention to further develop my psychic abilities. Specifically, I did not want to be a medium. But I’ve been scoffed at by my mentor and told to just ‘suck it up,’ as it really doesn’t matter what I want… if they want me to be medium, then I will simply have to relay the messages I receive. My guides also instructed me to properly listen to what spirit has to say, and to trust their requests. I used to get the messages loud and clear, but I was still sometimes reluctant to deliver it.
I have several friends on social media who I went to school with. There is a woman on my friends list who I remember from junior high was as a sweet, kind and quiet teenager. She recently attended her daughter’s wedding in Hawaii. I loved the wedding venue so much that I even downloaded one of the pictures to use as a desktop wallpaper.
A couple of days later, I received an unusual request from spirit to reach out and ask her about her ‘grandmother’s cookie recipe’? So, I did exactly that by sending her a private message. But she had no idea what I was talking about and assumed I was actually wanting a recipe. She even referred me to a couple of websites where I might find what I was looking for.
A week later the ‘push’ was there again, so once again I pulled up the private messaging window. And here’s how the conversation went:
“I started ‘talking to dead people’ about 6 years ago, and I don’t like it anymore now than I did back when it started, but my mentor says it doesn’t matter what I want, I have to deliver the messages. So, this is why I am reaching out to you today. I know that there is no part of your life that is any of my business and that you’re a very private person. I respect that. That being said…just yes or no… is there some drama, trauma or major illness going on in your family right now?
Oh, you are kind to ask! Nothing really major, but I do have days I feel I’m living a soap opera! Lol. Continue reading
Embrace Your Psychic Gifts
From a young age I started talking to dead people and knew things without being told. I was interested in things that most children normally would not be.
Unfortunately, my parents’ religious belief was that the patriarch of the home is also the spiritual leader of the home. To them that also meant women do not have the right or privilege of divine prophecy.
My psychic abilities were therefore not fostered, but instead frowned upon. I remember several instances when my parents told me I was being ‘ridiculous’ and would then change the subject.
In my teens, I explored numerology, astrology, reflexology, and biofeedback. Reading the Tarot also came easy to me. The numbers, the colors, the relation of each card to another, all of that was so easy for me to grasp. I thought it was easy for everyone. My parents considered these pursuits ‘studying’ or ‘hobbies’ and therefore they were deemed more acceptable. They even encouraged these interests, as apparently it made me a ‘better, happier’ person.
In my 20s I finally figured out I was psychic after a divorce. My ex-husband kept coming back to me for short periods of time. He lived three hours away, but I always knew exactly when he was coming to see me.
I subsequently discovered that I always knew when my new boyfriends were cheating on me. With one guy I woke up in the middle of the night, realized what was going on, and then went back to sleep. The next morning, I wrote it all down, and gave to him to read when I next saw him…without saying a word. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either.
One of my children was a little rebel growing up. Anytime I dare put my foot down, she would pack a bag and run away from home. But I would always know exactly where she went and usually had her safe back home with me in no time.
Sometimes It’s Okay To Keep Your Distance!
Many of us have that one relative we do get along with. In every family there is a ‘Cousin John’ or an ‘Aunt Lydia’ who we simply cannot stand. Try as we might, we just cannot find it in our hearts to love them unconditionally.
In my case it is an uncle who’s views and opinions I just cannot tolerate. I despise all forms of racism, misogyny, and bigotry, and I am also an avid supporter of the LGBTQ community. I have no patience with people who criticize or belittle others for who they were born to be. It is unacceptable and despicable.
For many years now I have been consciously practicing healthy boundaries with relatives and people in general. I preach it! Healthy boundaries are vital for one’s mental health, personal growth and emotional well-being.
My Grandmother and I got along so well when she was in this life. We were like two peas in a pod. When she eventually came to live with us later in her life, there was however one issue that caused tension between us – her son.
My uncle was so out of line, in so many ways that I just could not tolerate having him anywhere near me. He is an extremely hateful man who has no qualms about freely spewing his vitriolic prejudice, verbal abuse and bigoted views in front of anyone who cares to listen, including the children in the family.
My grandmother stubbornly remained loyal to her son through it all, and she could now understand why I could not accept him. She said that it was such a shame that we could not all get along, while I felt it as a shame that he is so hateful. She would make excuses for him, saying for example that he was bullied in school. But I felt he should work on himself, instead of hating on other folks for no reason. She could not see my perspective from her way of thinking. Continue reading
Clouds Of Love Over The Rainbow Bridge
Yesterday, at sunrise, I was driving my cat to the veterinarian’s consulting room. Approximately fifteen minutes into our journey, there was a beautiful rainbow ahead. With little traffic on the road at that early hour, I could ponder its splendor. Then, my thoughts drifted to the Rainbow Bridge and all my beloved pets that have crossed that bridge to the Other Side.
I thought of each one of the special furry souls that have graced my life with their presence over the years. I felt such a strong telepathic communication with each one of them in that moment. Finally, I thought of the little one who most recently passed, and the love and lessons we shared.
Then I ‘heard’…and what about me? At that very moment, I noticed two large cloud formations had formed in the sky that resembled the front and the back view of my little dog, Nel. The shape and detail of the clouds were exactly like her!
Nel was a special part of my life and her passing very traumatic, especially since she died so young. Was I meant to miss her in my thoughts so she could come through as such a beautiful vision? I may never know the answer to that, but I do know what I witnessed was profound and very real.
So much has been written about the Rainbow Bridge. Yesterday, it all seemed highly relevant, because the day before setting out to the vet, I had been arranging some memorabilia on new shelves in my home that showcase pictures of all my pets who crossed over rainbow bridge. It is on display with some trinkets that remind me of them, like name tags and pretty boxes with their ashes I had not yet sprinkled.
Throwing The Bones
Before studying various Western disciplines of healing and divination, I trained to become a sangoma some 30 years ago, on the borders of Mozambique and Kwazulu-Natal in Southern Africa, where I learned among other things the divination method known as ‘throwing the bones.’
A ‘sangoma’ casting the bones is the African equivalent of the Native American shaman, the Old Norse rune reader, or the European Tarot reader. To uninformed Westerners, indigenous African methods of divination are often thought of as ‘witchcraft,’ but just like there is good and bad in all cultures and professions, the true calling of the African diviner or shaman is a spiritual one of seeking advice through the wise ancestors. In the same way modern Western diviners rely on spirit guides, angels or the ascended masters for divine guidance, so the African diviner relies upon the ancestors.
My training came about after I consulted another sangoma and was told it was my calling to become sangoma myself. She also cautioned me that until I took up this calling, I would repetitively become ill – and how right she was!
Eventually I heeded the ‘calling’, as unusual as it was at the time for a young English woman to enter the mysterious realm of African mysticism in the country in those days. Training was harsh and intense with my mentor and included coaching in various disciplines, such as divination, dream interpretation, ritual, indigenous medicines, and herbalism over a two and a half year period.
One of the divination methods I was taught is known as ‘throwing the bones’. Since the beginning of recorded history the notion of throwing tokens, casting the dice or drawing lots to interpret the divine will of spirit and the ancestors has been viewed as symbolically linking the diviner to his or her mission. Casting or throwing the bones is an ancient practice native to many regions of the world, including Africa, Asia, and North America. In Southern Africa it is a long-standing ritual among the sangomas of the Zulu, Swazi, Xhosa and Ndebele tribes.
Each bone or token used for casting is part of a kit the sangoma carefully selects with the guidance of spirit, initially with the help of a mentor. Spirit and the ancestors instruct the seeker as to the symbolism and meaning of each sacred item in the collection, and precisely shows the student where to find it and which one to use in a divination. In Southern Africa, a mentor assists the thwasa (trainee sangoma) in the process of learning to receive information from the bones, and in reading the patterns in which the bones are likely to fall.
The Psychic Whispers Of Spirit
Have you ever heard mysterious whispers? If so, what were they trying to tell you? Well, growing up in Columbus Ohio, I often heard whispers or someone I could not see who seemed to be trying to tell me something. Today, I know this is known as the psychic sense of clairaudience.
I could not understand these whispering voices back in the 1960’s, and it was certainly not something you would talk about. Things like paranormal phenomena, mediumship and psychic abilities were simply unheard of in my community! It was different then, not like today.
These days we have easier and more open access to paranormal and psychic books, videos and information sources on the Internet. Nowadays you can just log into your computer or tap your phone, and find something about these subjects; or you can switch on your TV and stream your favorite channel. It seems almost every channel you turn to has some of other program about paranormal or psychic phenomena these days.
I never had the opportunity growing up to tell my parents the truth about my clairaudient ability. It was bad enough that I was able to see stuff and that I knew what would happen in the future. The fact that I heard ‘whispers’ I simply had to keep a secret! But now I know when you have a gift like this, God gave it to you, because he has a plan and purpose for your life.
When I hear these whispers, I have learned to tune into what they are trying to tell me. Sometimes it is my mother or father, who passed on, wanting to tell me something. Sometimes it is my spirit guide trying to get my attention.
Being a psychic my ability to hear these ‘whispers’ gives me a better understanding and access to valuable insights, but it can also be very challenging. For example, my wife and I have been house-hunting for some time now. I was amazed to discover in how many houses I would suddenly no longer hear the realtor or my wife speaking to me. Instead I heard whispering voices asking me questions like “why did I die?” and “Can you help me please?” or “Where have they gone, why are they no longer living here?”
