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During my Zoom session with Phyllis, a widowed mother of two, I connected to her late husband, Alan, who Phyllis recognized from the description I provided. Alan’s spirit was quite energetic; he had been a lawyer and a tennis player who came “this close” to qualifying for some sort of circuit. (Sorry, the only thing […]

I recently received this email from a distraught woman: My son is into black magic and he’s blocking my dad from visiting me from the spirit world. He said he put a shell around my house so nothing can come in. I tried to surround my house with white light, but he keeps saying that

 Phillip made a Zoom appointment with me on the fifth anniversary of his wife’s passing. Philip, a handsome man in his late 50’s with salt-and-pepper hair, said he really missed Nora, who was taken by a stroke due to high blood pressure. Phillip confided there were times when he wished he had passed into spirit

I bring thousands of messages from spirit ever year. Multiply that by my forty-plus years of working as a medium, and that’s a lot of communicating. Every message is special to me, because I know how hard the spirit person worked to come through for my client or, if I’m doing a public message event,

I find television shows that feature mediumship are both a blessing and a curse to those of us who practice this profession. It’s a blessing because the programs have brought spirit communication to the general public and legitimized what we do. Polls often show that a great percentage of people believe in life after death.

When the same question from clients comes up in session after session, I have to take notice. Especially when that question is one I have lately been asking myself over and over again.

Ava was in tears. Not only had she just lost her best friend, but people close to her – folks she usually counted on for support – were acting cold-hearted by telling her things like, “C’mon, get over it!”

  Jessica was feeling the kind of guilt some of my clients express when they tell me they’re falling in love with someone – and they’re troubled because they don’t want to think that they are replacing the spouse that had died.

   I could tell my Zoom session with Bruce would not go well. When the middle-aged, mustached fellow appeared on my screen with a scowl glued to his face, I took a deep breath and centred myself. Then, what he said didn’t make my life easier.

My client’s deep grief was like a tsunami that pounded through my video screen as we began our Zoom session. The sadness caught me unaware, even though I had meditated for ten minutes before the sitting (which I always do to open myself to spirit and my guides). But Beatrice’s sorrow was so strong, so