Spirits Can Come Through To Talk To Us, They've Come Through To Me
Posted: Sunday, July 01, 2007
by Susan Thom
I went to a medium, and i don't know how, but every single word was true that came out of her mouth, supposedly because she was listening to my spirits. I had only gone to this woman because a dear friend whose opinion I admire, told me she was really good. I deliberately only told her my name and that was it. I never saw her before. She brought my father in, and said things that only he would know. On the day of his burial, I slipped in wallet sized school pictures of my kids, no one was in the room. When my father came through, he thanked me for the pictures, and said I was the only one who would do that for him. I was amazed. My mother came through and said how happy she was that I was sober. I had gotten sober after she passed away. It was eerie. My mother was after me every day to stop drinking, from when I was in my teens, until she passed away in my thirties. I finally did. This woman was amazing. My grandmother came in and said she was the one who protected me in the car. I had always wondered why I just missed a deer or a raccoon or a rabbit or a tire in the middle of the road. Now it made sense. My grandmother said she wished she had been able to drive longer. She didn’t get her license until she was sixty, and she was horrible at driving. She only had her license for a couple of years, and this woman said my mother tried to stop her from getting it, and she did.
This woman was phenomenal. She told me my father was apologizing for not buying the house, because at least then, he would have had something to leave us. I think he was talking about when my grandmother died, the duplex she owned and my parents lived in, was sold by my two aunts, and my father thought he should buy it, but didn’t. How this information is going into this woman’s mind, I’ll never know.
She was feeding me knowledge that I knew to be true. I had taken four old glass goblet type glasses from my mom’s house when she passed away. This woman told me my mom was glad I had the glasses, and not the kind you wear, stemware. This was blowing me away. Those glasses sit in my hutch. How does she do it? I should have asked her. I’d like to go again when I have some extra money. She also records the session, so you have a tape of everything that was said. It is priceless knowledge. My father said he loved me, and thanked me for taking care of him. I went to his apartment and cleaned once a week, and checked on him and visited with him and did his laundry. He gave me pink roses, the sign for love she said. My partner’s father came to me in the form of a father-in-law because that’s the way he owned me, in the spirit world, and he said things that only he would say. And I hadn’t seen him in twenty years.
This woman also worked with the police in solving crimes. She had a good reputation. She was peaceful and kind and understanding. And she obviously was on a different frequency than I was. My father was saying that my mother was there to meet him. And she said I had the gift of being psychic, and that my mother had it. I do have good intuition, or what I’ve called intuition, maybe it is psychic.
This woman strengthened my spirituality tenfold. If there are spirits, who can communicate with humans, and see and know what those humans are doing, then there is life after death. If there’s life after death, then this life is worth living well. It means something. There’s some other atmosphere we occupy. There’s some other reason for being, some other test to go through. And a dog? Do you know how many species of dogs there are, and she knew just what this one was.
She told me he was my protector, and my aunt told me that dog never left my side. I always believed in the spirit world, but since going to this wonderful woman, I believe without any doubts. My parents hear me when I’m talking to them. My grandmother hears my prayers. I feel safe in the concept that they are still around me, helping me, guiding me, and protecting me, and that I’ll be able to do the same when I pass over. I’ve never gone to the cemetery, since becoming an adult. I never could understand the concept of going to a site where dead bodies were buried, and bones remained. I always figured the people in my family who passed away, became spirits. And I talk to my parents every day, either out loud, or just in my head. I respect their spirit, I don’t feel the need to go to their grave to respect them. I’m only speaking for myself, and what my preference is. I also think it barbaric to sit for two or three days and look at a dead person in a box. That has always been a mystery to me. I thought it horrible to have to not only look at the dead, but the dead with make up on. Losing my mother was tough. Losing my mother and having to look at her lying dead for three days was something that has left permanent damage. But, I believe she is free, and a spirit, and in touch with me, and my siblings, as is my dad and grandmother. As soon as I can, I’m going for another session with this gifted woman.
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