MY FIRST PSYCHIC EXPERIENCE
Published: Friday, 21 March 2014 17:49
While I’m never surprised by words or images that pop into my head – it’s how spirit talks to me – I’m often amazed by the long-lost thoughts that pop out of my memory. Case in point: During a recent radio show, I was on the telephone with an American interviewer, and she asked how I “got into” being a psychic medium. I was about to tell her the story of the first time I had gone to a psychic for a reading – a terrible experience, which I recounted in my book Compassionate Messenger. But I paused on the phone, then suddenly recalled my first truly psychic experience: I was eight years old, so sick in bed with the flu that I thought I was going to die, and being surrounded by twelve angelic lights.
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THE FIRST TIME
Published: Monday, 10 February 2014 15:00
As I walked Rosie into my office, I watched the way the woman’s eyes darted around the room. I wondered if she was going through one of those mental checklists of things people expect to see in a psychic medium’s reading room. I smiled, remembering one client who had asked in a disappointed voice, “Where’s your crystal ball?” Sorry, no ball, pyramid, magic wand or purple lava lamp (that one’s upstairs in the bedroom). I sat down behind my desk and gestured to the chair across from my desk. Rosie looked at the empty chair, then back at me, and nervously said, “What am I supposed to do now?”
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GOING GENTLY INTO THE LIGHT
Published: Thursday, 09 January 2014 16:28
I recently marked the day which would have been the 100th birthday of my mentor, Sadie Nickerson. It was a quietly special time for me, and I spent most of that day remembering my teacher, friend and surrogate mother. She was a powerful woman who had lived with and mastered adversity. For more than 20 years, I had visited her often and when I was living in Cape Breton, we talked weekly by phone. But in her last months, time caught up with her 87-year-old body, and congestive heart failure was shutting her down. She had weeks – perhaps days – to live. But I don’t want to think of that – I would rather remember the last time I had seen her, and how her going into spirit strengthened my belief that life continues after we experience this transition called death.
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Published: Tuesday, 24 September 2013 14:58
My husband, Benjamin, was telling me about a shaman he had interviewed. The native woman works with the dying, and is often called to go into a hospital room and assist someone who’s either not conscious, or slipping in and out of consciousness. “She claims to be able to communicate with people through telepathy,” Benjamin said sceptically. “I don’t believe in mind readers.” I told him that telepathy wasn’t mind-reading – and, in fact, I’ve done it several times.
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THREE MESSAGES THAT ASTOUNDED ME
Published: Friday, 30 August 2013 07:26
I’m just back from a week in Lily Dale, where I worked at several outdoor message services while Benjamin helped Sharon Klingler with her week-long mediumship workshop. My week had many highlights, including jumping up on a bench (like Sally Field in the movie Norma Rae) to give messages because a microphone stopped working, meeting a woman who spoke fluent Lemurian, giving spiritual healings at the Healing Temple, and delivering three greetings from spirit that astounded me.
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