Carolyn Molnar

I’m always pleasantly amazed – and very grateful – when people share with me experiences they’ve had at events where I bring messages from spirit. I’m especially thankful when they pass on their thoughts to me, because I love getting feedback. (Plus, I rarely remember what I’ve said those nights.) Your comments help me become […]

At a recent event where I took questions from the audience, an elderly woman asked me this: “Can a spirit visit a house and leave a scent?” I smiled, and told her that was very likely. Loved ones who have passed into spirit want us to know that they are still with us, and one

My husband loves websites that offer free astrology readings. I don’t have the heart to tell him that the readings they email him every morning are designed to be one-size-fits-all, because not every Leo in the world was born in the same year as he and has the same rising and moon signs in the

Marilyn wanted to hear from her daughter, Genevieve – “Jenny” to her friends. When we were on the telephone arranging time for our session, Marilyn told me Jenny had passed into spirit about five years ago, leaving three small children and a very distraught husband. By the end of the phone call, Marilyn was in

There’s only one thing more important than knowing who we are – and that’s being aware of where we come from. I realized that recently, when I was giving messages from spirit as part of the holiday service at our Spiritualist church. As soon as I said a quick, silent prayer for guidance, I felt

As I began giving messages to the congregation of the Spiritualist church that I was serving, I felt the spirit of an elderly gentleman who wanted to touch in with someone in the room. I described the frail, white-haired fellow: He was resting with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. The man’s energy was

I was certainly surprised to learn that the young man who’d asked me such an interesting question was only 17 years old. His curly auburn hair hung down to his shoulders, and he wore the kind of tie-dyed t-shirts I used to wear when I was 17. But his inquisitive brown eyes were filled with

When Janice and her daughter, Marion, visited me, they came with a dozen questions about the afterlife. Mainly, they wanted to make sure Peter, Janice’s husband and Marion’s father, wasn’t suffering anymore. Peter had died six months ago after a lengthy bout with brain cancer that had reduced the strong-willed, able-bodied community leader to a

Brenda, a family friend, called me from the hospital in tears. Marcus, her husband of thirty-two years, had died earlier that evening. His passing was not unexpected – his prostate cancer had spread throughout his body, and three weeks ago Marcus entered palliative care. I had visited him twice, giving the couple and their two

I’ve just finished the final edit of my book Compassionate Messenger: True Stores from a Psychic Medium (Dundurn Press), and while I’m excited about the October publication, I’m also a bit intimidated. Because even though I’m proud of the work I’ve done and the many thousands of people I’ve helped over the last 30 years,