LIFE AFTER DEATH EVIDENCE – Spirit of Louis Unexpectedly Jumps into Reading – No One Knew He Was Dead!

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I want to give an example of evidence that shows why I believe life after death exists. Although I have had many psychic/mediumistic experiences, I am still skeptical. For me, I need to have what I consider “proof.” The following is an account of a reading that I did last year for someone who lives in the same town as me. This evidence of life after death was even hard for me to ignore. See what you think.

I was reading for a woman I will call “Suzie,” a married woman with several grown children, and was with her father in spirit who was on my left side. Frequently, spirits when talked to “on command” (not spontaneously) will communicate through the mind telepathically and in the mind’s eye with pictures. This was the case with her father.

Suddenly, a man “jumped” in next to me on my right side — I could even feel the “thump” next to me. He shouted quite exhuberently into my ear: “Tell her this is her ex-husband, and tell her that I love her!” I was so startled and I assumed that Suzie, herself, had seen and heard him, but she hadn’t!

I relayed the experience to her, and she stared at me, and asked “Louis?” I said, “Who’s Louis?” Suzie responded: “I was married to him 25 years ago.” I asked when was the last time she had contact with him and she said it was over 20 years ago. I asked if she knew if he had died — she had no idea, although if he were dead, he would have had an untimely, early death and would’ve been probably in his 50s.

I suggested we do an internet search to see if we could find any obituaries about him — we did and none were found. At that, we assumed he was still alive and that my information and experience were invalid.

A year later, Suzie called me to tell me she had had some vivid dreams where she was talking to Louis and she was now ready to finally find out if he was indeed alive or dead.

She came over to my house, and we did another internet search, gathering all the names and numbers of Louis’s in the area where they had lived 25 years ago. We called the various numbers with no success. At that, she remembered his brother’s name and the state that he lived in. Another internet search revealed the phone number.

As I called the number, Suzie began feeding me various details so that his brother would know quite conclusively about whom I was talking when I mentioned Louis.

His brother came to the phone and I asked him if he knew of a man named Louis who was married to this woman named Suzie, and supplied all the details so that he would know exactly about whom I was talking.

He paused, and then said: “I HAD a brother named Louis who was married to her…..but he died five years ago of brain cancer!”

At that, Suzie grabbed the phone from me and began excitedly talking to Louis’s brother. To say we were all surprised, is an understatement. Truly, Louis had managed to communicate quite clearly!

Thus, although I have had many experiences, this one, in particular, was something which neither I nor the person for whom I was reading knew anything. It had been 20 YEARS since she had had contact with Louis. And, yet, he was able to “find” her, to know when she was using me as a tool, and to clearly communicate who he was, his identity, and what he wanted to tell her.

His animation, his “thumping” next to me, his clearly shouting his message — all were unmistakable.

To me, this illustrates not only life after death, but some basic premises of life after death.

First of all, we DO survive. Secondly, we seem to maintain our personalities. Third, we are able to, somehow, “know” when someone we love is using a medium, and to somehow be able to travel to them. We are able to communicate our messages. Now, Louis WAS unique in that way. It takes a very strong spirit to manifest nearly physically, and that IS unusual, which is why it was so evidential to me. Why some seem to be able to break through easily and others have a difficult time, I do not know why.

However, it is evident that the spirit does indeed survive death. And what does that mean for us??

Most of the messages I receive indicate two or three things: 1) that the spirit is “okay,” and 2) that they “love” the individual they are communicating with, and 3) in some cases (such as suicide or hurtful relationships), that they are “sorry.”

Because the physical “things” and material possessions do not travel over to the other side with the spirit, one is then left with the basics of life and personalities: love and forgiveness.

Thus, spirits seem to want to talk about and convey the most important messages: that they love the people left behind, and, in some cases, are sorry how they treated them. I don’t think the spirits actually knew they would survive death. Once that realization is achieved, it becomes important to convey feelings of love and ask for forgiveness.

As for some lovely fantastical after-life — it doesn’t appear that way to me. It appears that those on the other side live in some parallel universe making their lives and relationships similar to here. Only now, they have an illuminated awareness of what is truly important when one does not have or need money, objects, or status — the bottom line is how we treat others. That seems to be it. To me, it gives clear guidelines on how to live our lives here. Status, money, aquiring “things” seem to be incidental — it IS truly about our actions toward others that matter. Therefore, honesty and generosity of heart are most important.

So, for now, I leave this experience with you. It has impacted me with the essentials of life. I do not have to achieve some “angelic” status in life, nor do I have to strive to be the best or the biggest. What I need to do is to give myself honestly and completely to those I love, especially my daughter. My “importance” in life will not be judged by what I HAVE, but, rather, by what I DO.

I hope that this helps you, too.

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Can You Feel a Spirit TOUCH You? The Impact of the Shared Necklace


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Can you feel a spirit TOUCH you? Can a spirit communicate in such a way that you actually KNOW it is touching you? For me, the answer is “yes!”

I want to tell you about a young man, a teenaged boy, who came to me during a reading I was giving to someone he was not related to. Sometimes, I’m just as shocked as everyone else when something quite extraordinary happens with spirits. This teenager REALLY wanted to push his way through – and he did!

This young man appeared to me over a year ago, while I was giving a reading for the woman who had notarized some of my readings. She became curious after people kept coming to her to have their affidavits of accuracy about their readings notarized. (I feel it is important when a reading is very accurate to have it notarized, if possible, so that others will know that there is validity to mediumship.)

While I was sitting with Betty, the notary, I was tuned into one of her relatives. Suddenly, I felt a “WHACK!!” across the back of my neck! My body thrust forward as I was pushed and whacked across the head! “Whoa,” I thought! “Someone is trying to break through!”

With that, a young man appeared to me. I told Betty that I had just been hit over the back of the head by this man, and he, obviously, wanted to get through, so I had to see what he wanted. I began to describe him: Tall, sandy hair, happy-go-lucky, and he insisted that I listen to him. I asked if she knew who he might be. At first she didn’t know. Then I started to receive information about his death: the curved road, the trees, the crash. I asked if she had ANY idea WHO this kid was???!

Finally, Betty said, “I think I know who it is. It’s David.” I asked who David was and why he would be here with her. She said that she couldn’t think of why he would be here, except that he dated her niece, and that she was his girlfriend. That was the only connection she had with him. She then told me about the car crash he was in three weeks after high school graduation. The crash on the country road in the middle of the redwoods. And I knew then that the impact I felt across the back of my neck was a simulation of the impact in the car crash.

David was quite animated! Quite a lively, and fun guy. He then began to show me his “girlfriend.” I expected that I was describing her niece. But…no. It was a girl much different in appearance, Betty told me. This girl was blonde; her niece was quite dark. He then showed me an engagement ring in regard to this blonde-haired girl. I assumed that he meant that he was serious enough to marry her. Betty was insistent that it was her NIECE who was his girlfriend when he died. But David kept insisting it was the blonde! It was funny how the spirit of David and Betty, the notary, were, basically, arguing with each other! Finally, Betty actually admitted that although he was still friends with her niece, that just before he died, he HAD started to date….the blonde!

I asked if Betty knew David’s mother, so that she might contact her for him. Betty said she really didn’t know her. I was stumped. I didn’t know what to do – David was trying VERY hard to break through and to communicate – he actually managed to have me FEEL his TOUCH! That IS unusual! However, I did not feel comfortable calling his mother and telling her he had come to me – I had no idea what she would think, I didn’t know this family, and this was the first time I had heard of this car accident. So, I let it go.

Several weeks later, I had a group reading at my house. About 10 people attended. As I was about to begin the group mediumship session, I explained that sometimes people who we are not expecting, or even don’t know, could show up. Then I began to tell them about David Maze and how his spirit had literally hit me across the back of my head.

At the end of the group session, one of the women whose daughter had clearly come through, approached me. She said that she was about to interrupt me when I began to talk about David, but didn’t. After her participation in the group mediumship session, she felt compelled to tell me – she knew David’s mother!! She asked if she might call his mother and tell her about him. Of course, I said “yes.”

It was about a week later when David’s mother showed up at my door for her reading. She was a lovely woman, wearing a long, flowing skirt, with long hair to match. I could see why David was so handsome.

As we went through the reading, David insisted that I practically relive all the different scenes from his short life. At one point, I told David that I needed to have “evidence.” I asked him to please quit reminiscing, and to please give me something to show his mother definitively that it was him.

At that point, David appeared about 10 feet from me dangling a gold chain. I could see from the distance that it looked like a locket, and was elongated in shape. He kept telling me that it was “shared” between him and his mother. It went from her, to him, from him to her, from her to him. I was very confused. I had no idea how it could be a “shared necklace.” So, I told her what he was telling and showing me.

At the end of the reading she said to me, “Would you like to see the necklace?” And she pulled a gold chain from inside her clothing. It was oval in shape and gold. It had been given to her after his death by her former employer. I still was wondering to myself how it was “shared.” Then she opened the locket….and inside were locks of her son’s hair! Certainly, a “shared necklace!”

So, you see, the dead CAN communicate with us! David clearly wanted to contact his family, and I was available. His determined pushing and knocking me across the head so that I was thrust forward with the impact, certainly made an impact on me!

The spirit of youth, the spirit of life, and the spirit of David, are all one. “Thank you, David, for knocking that into my head!”

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Crystal Energy Fields and Psychic Sensitivity

crystal-with-rainbow-background-roundI’ve been talking to a lot of people lately about what I do. It just seems to be that time of year where I’m getting approached a lot. Well, I guess one of the things that happened is that four friends of mine went to see John Edward in one of his San Francisco seminars. I went to one last year, and usually there are literally thousands of people in the auditorium; unfortunately, only a handful of people get read, so it’s more of a demonstration.

My friends were excited to see John, however, when they returned they made sure that I knew they felt I had similar, and at times, more detailed, skills than he. I’ve always felt a bit embarrassed about all of this: mediumship, psychic readings, etc. I’m so pragmatic, that it’s often been something diametrically opposed to my down-to-earth attitude and common sense – it’s always been a juggling act for me in that way. At any rate, they had all had readings from me, and were quite excited about comparing me to John. I’ll be the first to admit, though, that not all readings are spectacular. So, please don’t think that every reading I do is one for movies or books – they’re not. But I do have those that stay deeply imprinted on people’s minds, and that is something for which I am grateful – it is a comfort to them and a confirmation to me that mediumship works.

However, although many people are quite excited at having a reading with a “real” medium, they don’t seem to still understand that being this sensitive is not always easy.

I was having a conversation with someone at work this morning (one of a few people here who know what I do) and she is a bit amazed about the fact that I am a medium. I tried to explain that it’s not some “ommmmm” kind of experience where I feel so relaxed, and blissed out that I live in a constant state of enlightenment or relaxed yogic state. Quite the contrary. I am very high-strung. My natural body and mind state is very hyper – it has been both a bane and a blessing. A bane because it’s very uncomfortable and agitating to feel like that all the time, and a blessing because that very over-sensitivity that makes me feel uncomfortable is the very thing that seems to allow me to tap in. Sometimes my sensitivity is heightened and I don’t even know it.

I want to give an example of what I mean by that. About 10 years ago I traveled to the Caribbean for a long weekend with a friend. We stayed on St. Maarten/St. Martin’s, a Dutch/French island. It was a time when I needed some emotional healing. I wandered off into town at one point, and entered a small metaphysical shop attended by a woman from the states who had just moved there after her husband’s death.  This shop was located high on a hillside overlooking the ocean.  It was tranquil and peaceful – just what I needed!

She stood behind the counter and then left for the back of the shop. Now, the shop was empty except for myself. I quietly strolled through the little shop looking at jewelry and items in glass cases. Suddenly “WHACK!,” I felt this thrusting push against my back. I was annoyed. Who was this person who was knocking into me and didn’t even have the courtesy to say, “I’m sorry?” I swiftly turned around to confront the person, if nothing but to say, “Excuuusse me….” and …. there was no one there!! I just KNEW I had been knocked from behind. I looked all around – nothing. All was quiet in that store. It was THEN that I realized that perhaps it was ME, not anyone else.

I gazed around and then noticed right behind me a mannequin draped with all kinds of crystals: crystal necklaces of all shapes and sizes, crystal rings, crystal earrings, crystals bracelets, crystals draped on clothing, crystals all over the place!! Hundreds of crystals!! It was THEN that I realized it wasn’t someone who had bumped into me, but rather it was ME who had bumped into the crystal energy!! I had literally been almost knocked over by the force of those crystals. I can actually feel the energy off crystals. I have no idea what those energies are, but there’s something there.

So, you see, my overly-sensitive body had unknowingly picked up on those invisible rays emanating from there. At least, that’s all I could figure out.

But let this be a warning (teasing smile on my face), that if you happen to walk by me, or I walk by you, be careful of what vibes you’re putting out – I may be picking them up and you won’t know it! When it’s said that your moods are catching, it’s true! So, word to the wise: be happy!!!

Check out the interview with Sharon on the Hola Beauty Blog: http://www.holabeauty.com/blog/psychics-and-beauty-a-psychic-shows-you-how-to-use-your-intuition-for-fashion-beauty/

Under this Blog Title:  “Psychics and Beauty – a Psychic Shows you How to Use your Intuition for Fashion Beauty!”  You’ll see that being sensitive can apply to all aspects of your life — including fashion! :

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Spirit Baby Cries – A Shared Communication of How a Soul Chooses A Family and Body at Birth

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Greetings. I’d like to tell you about a “shared” experience I had. I like shared ones because they validate my own experience. Sometimes the field of mediumship can seem pretty fantastical, and I am happy when something happens that I can’t totally deny. As I said before, as much as possible, proof is essential. Again, I ask that, if you haven’t before, you read my post “Life After Death Evidence,” because to me that is one of the most evidential experiences that proves life after death exists. Out of hundreds of readings, often only a handful can produce “evidence” that this is “real.”

This shared experience took place in Boulder, Colorado, around 1985. It was in the same apartment that the spirit lady appeared and we “bridged dimensions.”

I lived downstairs from Tom and Claudia and their cat and dog. Tom was a counselor, and Claudia was a law student at the University of Denver Law School.

This night, I awoke to the booming cries of a baby. It sounded like someone had stuck 10 rock and roll stereo speakers into my bedroom. Although the sound was booming and surrounded me, I could also detect a direction coming from my spare bedroom, to the left of the room I was in.

I sat up straight for about 7 or 8 seconds (which is a long time when something like this is happening) listening to the booming cries of the “baby.” Finally, the sound dissipated, and I jumped out of bed, ran to my window, looked outside and there was a beautiful, calm, starry sky with the mountains silhouetted in the background. Our house was on a corner lot, and nothing was nearby. It was a very silent, and beautifully clear starry night.

I turned on all my lights, said a prayer for what I thought might have been a spirit baby, and slipped back under my covers.

The next day, I heard a “knock” at my front door. It was kind of a quiet knock, so I listened again, and the knock repeated. I went to the door and there was Claudia. I said to her, “I thought I was hearing things again,” and began to tell her about the baby crying.

At that, she exclaimed, “Wait a minute, I heard it, too!” I asked her what had happened and she explained: “I was sleeping and I awoke to the sound of a baby crying. It sounded like it was coming from our spare bedroom,” (which was over my spare bedroom) “and I jumped out of bed and ran into the spare room. When I got there, nothing was there, and I turned around to see Tom and the cat and dog still sound asleep on the bed.”

We discussed it for awhile and I asked Claudia if she had ever had other such experiences. She said that occasionally she would experience something, but not much. She was a serious law student and really had little interest in metaphysics.

So, I suggested we say a prayer for what we thought might be a spirit baby. The house wasn’t very old, so I wasn’t sure about a baby having died there, but, one never knows. We said some prayers and Claudia left.

About a month later, Claudia came downstairs again to visit. She suddenly said, “Remember that night we heard the baby crying? …. I think I’m PREGNANT, and I think I conceived on that night!”

Sure enough, 8 months later, Claudia was the proud mother of a bouncing baby boy! (Although he didn’t cry a lot!)

Our impression was that Claudia was receiving a “message” from the soul that was to inhabit the baby she would have. And because her bedroom was above mine, and because I’m sensitive and have clairaudience (clear hearing of spirits) which is not blocked by walls or ceilings, I, essentially, “eavesdropped” on her message!

This was extraordinary to me. Claudia and I both independently shared the same psychic experience!

To me, not only was this remarkable in that it confirmed my own experience, but it also illustrates how the soul appears to “choose” his parents, and that the soul is separate from the body. This can be a great comfort to those who have lost a baby, to know that the soul continues to survive. And it is also heartwarming to know that the soul chooses her own family. Not only does the soul choose its family, but it can also communicate its presence. To me, this was a wondrous experience of not only the existence of the soul, but of life BEFORE life!

The miracles of spirits are amazing!

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Freddie Mercury, Lead Singer of Queen, Rocks On

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FREDDIE MERCURY OF QUEEN — IN THE SPIRIT!

Because I’ve had a number of requests for the story about my spirit contact with Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen, I decided to finally talk about it. I didn’t know if I was supposed to say anything or not, because I was phone tested by the people who tested John Edward in Arizona, and so I never revealed it except to my friend, Julie. However, Julie did let some other people know, and so……with persistent nudging, I am finally going to tell you about my mediumship communication with Freddie Mercury.

I had a correspondence with Dr. Gary Schwartz at the University of Arizona, Tucson, a couple of years ago. As a result, he had Laurie Campbell, his director of mediumship, call me to test me over the phone. I had never done a phone reading at that point, and I was very nervous!! When Laurie called me about 8:00 p.m. one evening, I was sweating. I had no idea if a phone reading was even possible for me!

Laurie was so sweet, kind and reassuring, that I felt much more relaxed. She told me to just relax and let myself go. (Easier said than done, I might add!) So, sitting outside in my front yard in the evening’s summer warmth, I began to focus. As some of what came through was personal, I won’t discuss it, as I don’t know if Laurie would want me to talk about it, so I am only going to relate the experience with Freddie.

At the time, I didn’t get names, so it was strange to try to describe all these people. However, Laurie seemed to know who I was talking about, and it helped me to continue. After about an hour, I really had to go to the bathroom (!), so I told Laurie I had to run into the house and would be right out. A few minutes later, I returned to the yard, and now it was much colder outside. I grabbed a blanket to put over my shivering knees. As I did, my lap suddenly became burning hot!! I couldn’t figure out why it was so hot!

As I sat there, I said to Laurie, “My lap is really burning up!” She told me, “That’s because someone is sitting on your lap!” I was like, “Whaaaat?” Laurie asked me to relax and to focus – to try to “see” who was there. As she directed me, I suddenly noticed a young man standing in front of me – and my lap no longer burned! I looked at him, and he seemed to be around 5’10” (I’m very short, so it’s hard for me to figure out heights – EVERYONE seems tall to me!). Anyway, I kept observing him and Laurie asked me to describe him. I did.

He was tall, with chin-length black hair. He would switch in my vision as having facial hair and then not. At one point he even had a mask on. The dark-haired man was so flamboyant – dancing for me, wearing long black leather boots with thick heels. He had leather on – and then not – his outfit would change before my eyes. Oh, the theatrical flair he had! Such life!! I began to hear from him about South America and Spain. I knew he was in theatre or music, only I had NO idea WHO he was!! You see, I had never seen Queen on video or in concert, nor did I actually know what music they sang. So, I was at a loss as to who this young flamboyantly theatrical man was.

I pleaded with Laurie, “Who IS he??!” She then explained it was Freddie Mercury of Queen. She said he had been coming to her for a few years. And, I guess, he also visited with other mediums when she was around. Then….she told me that a little known fact about Freddie was that he had recorded in South America and Spain shortly before his death. How I “heard” that, I don’t know.

Well, after the reading (which I “passed”) I was, obviously, very intrigued and went to the video store to rent a Queen video. I just had to see who Freddie was. For some reason, I thought he was a guitarist. Watching the video I focused on the guitarist. Gosh, he didn’t look anything like the man I had seen. The only person on the video who looked like who I saw was the lead singer. But I swore I thought he was the guitarist. I was very frustrated. I thought I must have been hallucinating. In exasperation, I did an internet search…..and lo and behold…..there was Freddie – the lead singer – full photo – on the page gazing back at me! I couldn’t believe it – it WAS him!!

So, you see, Freddie Mercury is still out there singing, dancing and teasing people – having a grand ol’ time! Freddie Mercury lives on…. let it be known….he will, he will rock you!!!

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Buddhist Monks Recognize Daughter – Children are psychic

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I want to just show an example of how children can manifest mediumship.

I do think that mediumship often runs in families, and although I do not know yet if my own daughter will truly be a medium, she did seem to show a mediumistic tendency when she was about 11.

Celene is now 22.  Since she was 9, she has been a Buddhist. We discovered a Burmese/Indian Theraveda monastery near us. It is gorgeous.  Thirteen monks from Burma came to America and chose this site in Boulder Creek, California where they then built a huge, beautiful Burmese Buddhist temple on a hill (this is different than Tibetan Buddhism). It has white spirals that twist to the sky, and has gold-leaf decorating the spiral, the doorways, and other areas of the temple. There are other buildings there, and a huge meditation hall.

This meditation hall is large but humble. Unlike the typical American temples which seem to be very symmetrical and clean, this is kind of haphazard, and down-to-earth. There is a worn red rug, a wood-burning fireplace, and an odd assortment of various shapes, colors and sizes of pillows on which to sit while meditating. The altar is also humble — a large ceramic Buddha sits on its lotus on a table, bowls of offered fruit and incense rest in front of it. “Guarding” the Buddha are two “lions” on either side of the table, on the floor — but instead of ornate lion statues…the lions are stuffed animals! (A temple after my daughter’s heart!)

We discovered this temple by “accident,” (sychronicity?) . My best friend from Brooklyn, New York, had come to visit several years ago and I had just discovered this marvelous temple that seemed so out of place here. I took her there for a look at it to see it as I knew that she had studied Buddhism in India for quite a number of years.

While at the temple, she, Celene and I had a fun and enlightening conversation with the resident monk, Bhante, who was from Bangladesh. Coincidentally (??? — now, it probably WASN’T coincidence), my friend, Alexis, had studied under the very SAME teacher in India as BHANTE had studied with there! (Only at different times.) Alexis laughed that my daughter was only quiet while in the temple, as she usually chattered a lot around her.

After Alexis returned to New York, my daughter and I began to visit the temple. We went down once after Alexis left, and as we left the meditation hall, my daughter turned to me and said, “I want to come back, mom.” I asked her why she wanted to and she just simply said, “I don’t know — I just think that I should.” That was a 9 year-old speaking.

Thus, we began traveling to the temple a couple of times a month. Bhante taught Celene more about Buddhism. One of our favorite monks, Uttama, who was from Burma and is a retired Ambassador, and over 80 years old (!), took Celene aside and told her “You were one of us.”  That was when she was only ten-years-old.

One evening during the 45-minute meditation, my daughter sat remarkably quiet. She sat with her left side to the wall, and I sat on her right side. At the end of the meditation she badgered me: “Why did you ‘tap’ me on the shoulder???” she demanded to know. I told her, “I didn’t tap you.” She insisted: “Yes you did.” I again told her, “No, I didn’t.” Finally, I asked her to explain how she “felt” the tap.

She said she was sitting in meditation when someone (she thought it was me) “tapped” her on the left shoulder — the shoulder facing the wall (not facing me). I again assured her that I would not interupt her meditation by playing games and tapping her. Finally it dawned on me — maybe she was being tapped by a spirit!

I asked Celene to look at the photos on the wall (of the deceased master teacher) and asked her if it was possible that any of them might have tapped her. She gazed at the row of photos, and then swiftly pointed to the deceased teacher: “HE DID IT!” she exclaimed.

With that, she seemed satisfied.

We will probably never really know. However, I do know that I am also “touched” at times by spirits — sometimes they lay clothing over my shoulder that I can even tell the fabric of, or they may “stroke” my face or hands, or in one case, which I will tell about later, they even “push” me, quite literally. So, I do know that I am prone to physical sensations when in touch with spirits. Why not my daughter? If my sister can do this, I can do it, and my grandmother did it, why not my daughter?

Time will tell. But I listen to my daughter — she is a teacher to me. After all, it wasn’t me the monks recognized, but my daughter, Celene, to whom they said, “You were one of us.”

And I guess she is.

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Animal Spirits and Psychic Communication

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“Heaven goes by favour. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.”

– Mark Twain

I’ve often been asked if pets appear in readings or as spirits. Yes to both. It’s only natural that we would want to know more about our beloved animals on the other side.

Although the loss of a pet brings great grief, just as with our beloved humans, we sometimes wonder if another species has the capability of either surviving death or having the ability to communicate. I have seen animal spirits come in with other friends and family members during a reading. It’s actually not uncommon to see them, and they actually can break through to this side.

Let me just relate an example here of this. First, those of you who know me, know that I am very down-to-earth. I’m not your typical New Age, believe everything a crystal tells you or only magic is the cure, everything has a psychic meaning, person. Quite frankly, I’m hard to convince – which is why I relate my own experiences because at least I know I personally experienced them and feel better about assessing them.

“If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.”

– Woodrow Wilson

So, when a woman named Barbara came to me wanting to connect with her beloved dog, honestly, I couldn’t just say “yes,” and do it. Now, this woman is married to a prominent political figure. She had heard about me via the “grapevine.” I agreed to read for her, but……I did put a qualification on it. I told her that I could not just read to try to reach her dog. I insisted, actually for my own validity, that I had to read her to see about “real” people who had passed first.

Honestly, I could have just told her anything about a dog and she probably would have believed me. Let’s face it, how many things does a dog do anyway? They eat, sleep, get their bellies scratched, bark, woof, woof; eat sleep, get their bellies scratched, bark, woof, woof; eat, sleep, get their bellies scratched, bark, woof, woof. Get the point?

“Man is a dog’s idea of what God should be.”

– Holbrook Jackson

To make sure that I actually was getting her dog, I truly felt that ethically I had to try to get in contact with other humans who had passed. I think Barbara was a little surprised that I insisted on this method of contacting her dog, but I felt it very important. Thus began our reading.

There were a number of people who came through during her reading. Once in awhile, I find myself going very deep – maybe it is some trance-type state, I don’t know – and when I do that, first, I’m not aware of it, and second, I don’t remember what I’ve said. It is pretty rare for me, but occasionally it does happen. Well, this time it happened, too.

As I sat there with her, knowing she was longing for her dog, I do remember talking about her mother’s sister, or her aunt. That’s the last I remember of what I said. Suddenly, I “came to” and there she was sitting there with her jaw dropped and exclaiming, “But no one knew about that – not even my husband!” (Her family lives in a different state.) I asked her what she was talking about – I just remembered her aunt. She excitedly said, “You said to me….’She killed herself, she shot herself.’ But no one knew – it’s been a family secret!!”

Well, admittedly, even I was surprised – and a little shook up – I don’t like falling into a state of consciousness (or unconsciousness, as it may be) and not remembering what I’m saying. But, the revelation of this family secret was also the most important validation she could have been given!

After that, I was comfortably able to bring through her dog which had been mercifully put to sleep and Barbara felt awful about. But the dog appeared, no longer limping, in pain or old, carrying a bone with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around it and dropped it at her feet. His way of saying, “You gave me the gift of graceful relief, and it was my time to go. I love you.”

Many of us have lost our loving pets – I’ve lost more than my share, as I am a great animal lover – and the pain we feel which can linger for many years, can at least be minimized, even for a few minutes, when our beloved pet returns in spirit to say “Hello.”

Love your pets, treat them with respect and care. They are God’s gift of unconditional love to us. And just know, that although we miss them, that they still love us and are there.

“Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.”

– Sir Walter Scott

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