I first met Anthony while doing research for my book, “Visits From Heaven.” As we became fast friends, my deceased relatives soon realized that he was an easy way to make contact with me. I can remember one incident in which Anthony and I were talking on the phone as he did his laundry. All of a sudden, he said, “Josie, you have some very persistent relatives. Who was the one who always wore the gold pinky ring?” At first, I was confused by the sudden turn of events but realized it was my Uncle Tony coming through. My uncle wanted to acknowledge a special occasion. I did not know what this meant at the time but later found out that his grandson was graduating college on that very day and his daughter was celebrating her 25th wedding anniversary.
My uncle, according to Anthony, was with my maternal grandmother. “Your mother is feeling sorry for herself and she doesn’t like it. Did your mother have surgery?” Yes. “Your grandmother is telling me that it was her left foot.” My mother had just had surgery to correct a bunion on her left foot. I was so excited to hear from grandmother and asked Anthony to tell her to give me proof. “She’s showing me a jewelry box in your mother’s room. She said there is piece of jewelry on the top that belonged to her. Your grandmother is also showing me Mickey Mouse. Why am I seeing Mickey Mouse? I explained that my parents lived in Florida and I had no idea if she had such a jewelry box in her room. “She’s showing me someone pulling weeds in a garden,” he continued. “Did your mother recently pull weeds in her garden?” I had no idea since I live about 2,000 miles away in New Jersey with my family but I was anxious to call my mother and find out if Anthony was accurate.
He was in fact 100% correct. As soon as we hung up, I called my mother. Yes, the surgery was performed on her left foot. Yes, she did have a jewelry box in her room. At the very top sat a gold necklace which belonged to my grandmother. And as far as someone pulling weeds in a garden, my mother informed me that she had been pulling weeds in her garden the day before.
Months later when my 6-year-old daughter Lia kept complaining about seeing a ghost in her room, I didn’t think twice about calling Anthony to ask for some guidance. He told me to hang on and about a minute later came back on the phone and said, “Do you want to know her name?” I was totally stunned and wondered nervously, “What does he mean by her name?”
Anthony quickly interrupted my thoughts and told me that I indeed had a ghost in my home and her name was Amanda or, he explained, “a name that sounds like Amanda.” I stood there in my living room with the phone pressed to my ear. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and wasn’t sure I wanted to hear more. But Anthony continued, “She lived in your home a long time ago. She used to sleep in Erica’s (my oldest daughter) room. She says that she is very fond of Lia and often visits her in her room just to watch over her.”
I wanted to let out a scream but my mind was too busy scanning the house for any signs of Amanda. “Who has the pink room?” he asked. Lia’s room was pink. “Who has the purple room?” He went on. Erica’s room was purple. “Is there a linen closet in hallway outside of Erica’s room?” Yes, there is. “Do you have big yard with a white fence around it?” Yes.
At this point, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and yelled, “Anthony STOP! How do you know that?” Anthony lives in Colorado and, as I mentioned before, I live in New Jersey. He had never been to my house before nor had I ever described my house to him. Yet, he was accurately describing my house.
I can’t say that I was relieved when Anthony replied, “She is showing me your house. Do you have a clock stuck on 9:45?” I was almost frantic at this point. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have a clock stuck on that time!” Anthony insisted that I did have a clock stuck on that time. Amanda was telling him.
“Does Lia cough a lot at night?” Again, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My daughter suffers from frequent sinus infections and often coughs at night. “Yes,” I replied almost telepathically. “Why do you want to know?”
“Amanda is telling me that she watches over Lia. She said she is not ready to let her go. She does not mean to scare Lia.”
“What? What does she mean she’s not ready to let her go?” At this point, my motherly instincts set in. Maybe Amanda did not mean to scare my daughter but she was. I yelled into the phone telling Anthony to tell Amanda to leave Lia alone to which he replied, “You just did. She’s standing right next to you.”
I felt like I was going to faint. “Anthony, you’re scaring me!”
His feelings were somewhat hurt but I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. After all, I am a believer and have no doubt whatsoever in the afterlife. I began writing my own book on evidential after death communication after having my own experience with a friend who died on 9/11. I had been told by several mediums that my book was meant to be written and that I would be given many validations as a sign. This experience with Anthony was one of the biggest validations that I have ever received. It was this experience that taught me that this is all so real.
Anthony tried to calm me by assuring me that this spirit was earthbound and that he would guide her to the Light. Knowing that I am Roman Catholic, he then asked me if I happened to have holy water in the house which I did. I was then instructed to get the holy water and sprinkle the water throughout Lia and Erica’s rooms as we both prayed. He then told me to picture Amanda in a bell jar in my backyard. This made no sense to me but I wasn’t about to argue; I wanted this spirit out of my home.
My heart was racing the entire time but after about 10 minutes, Anthony said, “Josie, she is no longer in your house. She’s in your backyard. I will now help to guide her to the Light.”
This was all very hard for me to believe. So there was a ghost in my house named Amanda who was very fond of my daughter. And my friend, an amazing medium, was able to ask her to leave and guide her to the Light, all while speaking over the phone.
Of course, the true test would come later when my daughter went to bed. Would she complain about things moving in her room as she had done for over a month? Would she continue to refuse to sleep claiming that a ghost was in her room?
Astonishingly, Lia stopped complaining completely from that day forward. She has not complained about sleeping in her room. She has stopped running into my room crying asking to sleep with me and my husband. She stopped; just like that. Was this just a coincidence? No, I don’t believe it was.
Remember the clock that Anthony said was stuck on 9:45? Initially my husband and I could not find this now infamous clock. But one week later, I was reaching for something in the back of a cabinet in my living room. My eyes caught an old clock that belonged to my parents in the back corner. My heart began to race once again. I stared in utter disbelief. There before my eyes was the clock that Anthony (through Amanda) told me about and it was indeed stuck at 9:45!
Shortly after, I ran into my neighbor and asked her if she knew if a woman named Amanda ever lived in my house. She has lived in my neighborhood her whole life so if anyone would know, it would be her. No, there had been no Amanda at my house but, she said, “There was an Andrea who lived in your house back when it was first built.”
So her name was really Andrea; a kind spirit who had watched over my daughter Lia and was now home in the Light. She had been an unwelcome and unknown guest in my own home who helped to give me one of the most incredible validations that I have ever received.
Anthony has given me many mind-boggling readings. Our experience with Andrea, however, is one that I believe neither one of us will soon forget. As you … get to know a wonderful friend and truly amazing physic medium, may you conclude just like I did that death is not the end.
Josie Varga
