Ghosts of Christmas Past

There is so much stress around the holidays, I feel like a caricature of myself.

I started this blog because I want to share my psychic experiences, and those interesting ones of my clients. Along the way I want to channel, or become adept at automatic writing, or in some other way let a wiser spirit person, Teacher or Guide come in and kind of "take over," so that through me words of wisdom or comfort can come through.

I can't even meditate these days. I keep saying to myself, I'll start again when the holidays are over, but the truth is I really need to learn to do the things I want to do ESPECIALLY when there is stress. Anyone can work out when they're fresh; anyone can be unconditionally loving when no one is testing their patience.

I just re-read a great book called "Letters from the Afterlife," by Elsa Barker, written in 1914. It's a terrific read, and the author channels an acquaintance who passed away. It may be out of print now, or once was, but it's definitely worth reading. I loaned another book on automatic writing to a friend who is attempting automatic painting. I think she's doing all right.

So I'm going to take a moment, right here and now, to enter a quieter state of mind despite the pressure of the Christmas gifts I still have to buy. Just typing this now I feel a cottony pressure in my head, so maybe something really might happen. Here goes:

At once I felt a chill through my whole body. Then an increase in that cottony feeling, which I get when I'm sort of leaving the conscious installation of mental thoughts. My hands are pulsing (then the phone rang - why didn't I turn that off?). I'm typing with my eyes closed.

I see the shapes and motion I always do as I go into meditation, reading or mediumship. What is this exactly? Looks like one hand reaching and putting a ring on another hand; sometimes looks like two seatbelt ends coming together, sometimes like the first hand is passing the ring to the other. Today it went right to left. I'll have to pay attention to whether or not it always goes that way.

It's no use. I'm just too impatient today. I'm staring at this list of things I have to do. "Blog" was near the top, and I just feel pressure to cross it off and get to the other items. It's already 1:45! And most of my list is un-crossed-off! Arrrgh. I'll try again tomorrow.

You Never Forget Your First Time

This is my first ever blog. I've never even read a blog before. Then two nights ago I got an intuitive hit telling me to look into this blog stuff, not only for sharing my 6th sense but because a spirit person (or people) just may have something to say.

I'm a psychic medium (so is everyone by the way). The medium part really blows me away, because it's just so much fun to feel the spirit people come into my room and start telling me about themselves. Then, when I translate what I'm getting for my clients, the fun really begins: there is astonishment, laughter, happy tears, disbelief... and I get so much joy from both the spirit and the client. I never know what the spirit people are going to say, or who is going to show up. I only ask that they give me details that are so specific, only the client can validate them. The unique personality of each spirit comes across through the choice of details they choose to present to me.

Last week a young couple came in, and I could tell the young man (I'll call him "N") was a bit skeptical. I began to tell him about a young man in spirit who had perished in a car accident. The spirit showed me a medal he'd won at a sports event, which was now in the N's possession. N agreed that this spirit was his brother -- but he still seemed to hold back his full belief. So I asked the spirit brother for something super-specific, and he showed me a huge erection!

I started laughing out loud, asking for something -- anything! -- different from that, but the spirit kept persisting. Finally, after hemming and hawing for about 3 minutes I finally got it out, and N burst out laughing. His brother was a real ladies' man, and was commenting on his sexual prowess as well as his (and N's) endowment. His girlfriend confirmed and validated this last point! We were all laughing, and N was satisfied that this indeed was his brother (because what medium in her right mind would say something like that at a reading?).

More spirits came in for validation, and both N and his girlfriend enjoyed the rest of their time in our reading. Before the spirit brother left, he had one more message for N: the spirit brother saw that N was afraid to come up to the casket at the wake, that N was afraid to look at him. Before I could get the rest of the message out, N said: "but I finally did, I looked at him."

His brother in spirit was so pleased that N did view the body, and wanted him to know that while his body was there in the casket, that was not his real self.

As a witness and participant in these moving and personal moments, I feel so much gratitude to the spirit people and the clients. I know from personal experience that our loved ones are just "over there" and we can experience them if we just shift our sight for a moment.

Life goes on.