Carolyn Molnar

I’ve always been curious about a bench I pass whenever I take a walk through the park. A bouquet of silk flowers is tied to the metal arm rest at each end of the bench, and a small plaque is affixed to the centre of its back. No other bench in the park is so […]

A recent session with a client who believed her father had telephoned her on her birthday – three years after he had died – reminded me of a similar story that still sends tingles up my spine when I think about it.

When the fellow telephoned in for our session, the first thing that hit me was: “Why am I getting Santa Claus?”

“Fourteen years ago, I had a session with you,” said the young woman at the other end of my Zoom call. “You told me you felt I was very intuitive and suggested that if I wanted to strengthen my psychic potential, I should read up on the subject and do some intuitive-strengthening exercises.” She paused

A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about Caroline. I’d seen her as a client several years ago – I can’t remember what we had talked about, but how could I forget someone whose name is so similar to mine? So imagine my surprise when a day or so after her face popped into

Last Saturday evening, reflecting on my day as I began to write in my gratitude journal, I was profoundly amazed to realize I had experienced something that I hadn’t felt in more than a year. That afternoon, I enjoyed six hours of happiness.

I’m always heartened to learn that science helps to prove the benefits of mediumship. Even though I know my work is valuable, research that validates my feelings empowers me to want to try that much harder to help people connect with their loved ones in spirit.

Miriam was convinced that after her adult son, Brandon, died last year, his spirit had gone to hell. Brandon was an atheist and Miriam, a devout Catholic, was sure her son was lost. What made her ask for a session with me was she had seen my YouTube video where I had said that, upon

Interestingly, I recently spoke with two clients who had, basically, the same question: “Is (my loved one) still suffering?” What’s fascinating to me is whenever that happens – two uniquely similar readings in row – it’s often because spirit has a message for me.

My husband’s daughter, who lives in the States, is an indigo through and through. She’s also a true skeptic. Near the end of their most recent telephone call, Benjamin reported to me later, she asked, “Does Carolyn really believe that she talks to dead people?”