“It isn’t fair!”

“It isn’t fair!” Dana (not her real name) said angrily through her tears. “Why can you hear from Greg (her husband, not his real name) and I can’t!”

When she and her daughter Julie (not her real name) came to see me they both agreed that they would not say anything beyond “yes,” or “no.” In fact, they would try to react as little as possible. Dana was concerned that I might not be the “real deal.” In the religious tradition she and her husband grew up in, they were taught that this sort of thing wasn’t possible. Once someone died, they were gone, until Jesus returned.

Then one day a friend of hers told her about a Medium named Lisa Williams. Williams claimed to be able to reunite those who had passed with their loved ones still here.  ”What if …?” she wondered. She had to take a chance, just in case this sort of thing was possible … but she wanted to talk to someone local to her, so she called me and made an appointment. By the end of the session, both her and her daughter’s beliefs about life after death was turned on its ear.

“You didn’t know Greg!” she continued. “You didn’t love him! You weren’t married to him! Why can you see him, and hear him, and I can’t?”

“I don’t know,” was all I could say at the time.

Being able to do this sort of thing was not near the top of my list of things I wanted to do with my life. In fact, it wasn’t on any list I might have made of what I wanted to do with my life. It seems to me that I’ve read the story of a lot of people who say that they were “psychic prodigies” early on in their lives. Not me! In fact, I was totally skeptical when it came to psychics.

The first time I remember being a conduit between this world and the next was 25 years ago. I was visiting a friend who told me that the trailer she lived in was haunted. While we talked I suddenly “knew” who was haunting her home, and I described him. “How do you know this?” she asked me.

“I can see him,” I told her. “I can hear him. Don’t ask me how … I just can.” Then I passed on messages to her as they were given to me. I told her how he died … alone, on the spot her trailer stood. He wanted someone to know he lived. That was the reason he was causing all of the activity in her home. Two weeks later she told me that nothing happened after that night.

Then  a friend of mine died in a car accident. On my way to her memorial service, I told her how much I loved her and was going to miss her. The next thing I knew she was telling me how much she loved me and was going to miss me as well. She ended our “conversation” by asking me to let her family know she was okay.

To say I freaked out is an understatement. I told mutual friends, who were also at the memorial, what happened. Each one of them asked me if I told her family. When I said that I hadn’t, one of them asked me, “Why not? That’s your thing isn’t it? Talking to dead people?”

That’s how I found out I was, in essence, a bridge, between this dimension and the next. I had no intention of ever doing this as a profession. I didn’t choose this work. God chose me.

I’ve learned a lot since then, and I’m still continuing to learn. One of the things I realized, early on, is that I’m the last resort of those on the Other Side. In other words, you don’t need me for you to hear from loved ones you’ve lost.

The “waiting list” of those on the Other Side of those hoping to connect with their loved ones here … is long. They’re constantly reaching out, and trying to reconnect. When all else fails, they inspire their loved ones to come to me, or someone like me, with the same ability. But we are still the last resort.

As I promised, I’m going to start writing posts on how you can hear from those you loved, and lost, without me, or any other Medium. Will you be a Medium after reading the posts? I doubt it. My objective is not to teach you how to be a Medium. I wasn’t taught how to do this.  I will teach you how to be aware of your loved ones, who have passed away, reaching out to you, and that they’ve never left you.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

Medium George Anderson on You Tube

I was inspired to put a link to George Anderson’s website on here, and I found this -

Both Anderson and I are contributors in Josie Varga’s anthology of stories, entitled, “Visits From Heaven.” It’s a book about verified after-death communications. I hope you’ll check it out.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

Wow, that was odd!

When I woke up this morning, the first thing on my mind was a couple of incidents that happened in the past week. Both of them seemingly have to do with John, my cousin who was recently murdered.

Monday, at his internment, my aunt Ellen and I were standing around talking and laughing. We were talking about going back to my sister Meridith’s home so my aunt could visit my mother for a bit. Then my aunt said, “Let me see whose call I might have missed,” since we had all turned our volumes down for the funeral.

She flipped her phone open, and music started playing, which startled her. “What music is that?” she asked me.

I just shrugged, thinking, ‘It’s your phone, how would I know?’ “Is it a ringtone you have for someone?” I asked her.

“No, I don’t have ringtones like that. Besides, I don’t know how to do that sort of thing.” She’s, apparently, a bit of an old fogey, like me. (Just ask my sisters and brothers, they’ll tell you. They were stunned I’m a fan of the “Black-Eyed Peas,” let alone I even know who they are.)

She walked up to her son, Norman, who was standing next to Mike, John’s brother, and Mike’s friends. She told them what happened, and Norman said that she probably hit a button on her phone, and it played the music. My aunt insisted that all she did was flip her phone open and the music started playing. “Ask Anthony!” she said.

Again, I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s what I saw,” was all I said.

My aunt then asked Mike if John was into music. “John loved music,” all the guys agreed. “I wonder if John was trying to communicate with me,” my aunt wondered aloud, looking at me.

I didn’t think it was a big deal. I shrugged my shoulders again. “May be!” I said.

A couple of days later Cheryl called me, saying that Mike called her phone but didn’t leave a message. Don’t ask me why, since I have his phone number in my directory, but I told her to text me his number. A few minutes later, the text came in, and I called the number. I heard a recording that said, “The number you are trying to reach is not working at this time. Please check the number and dial it again.”

So I dialed it again. And got the same recording. I called Cheryl and asked her if she was sure that the number she sent me was correct. She said it was. I told her about the recording, and that I would call the number I have for him. I called the number that I have in my phone directory and heard a recording, saying, “The number you have reached is not working. Please check the number and dial it again.”

I called Cheryl and told her what happened with both numbers. “The first number I gave you is what came up and it had Mike’s name on it.” She then told me she tried calling it and heard the same recording. She also tried calling the number she had for him in her directory, and got the same recording.

Now, I’m not sure if Mike disconnected his number since I last spoke to him on the phone last Thursday, but that would be the logical reason for what happened. But what about the name and number that showed up on Cheryl’s phone? I told Cheryl I hoped nothing has happened to Mike. I still think if something had, we would have heard about it by now.

I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind, “Wow! That was weird!” The second thought that came to me is also odd. “Was this a form of ITC?” I wondered.

“ITC” stands for “Instrumental Transcommunication.” The theory is that those who have passed will try to use current day technology to communicate with us. In my personal library I have a book entitled, “Phone Calls From the Dead.”

Josie Varga edited a story in her book, “Visits From Heaven,” in which a woman received a text message from her deceased boyfriend.

The reason I decided to write about this is because I realized that, even as a Medium, I may have missed what might have been John trying to reach out from the Other Side. In both incidents, I was indirectly involved, making it easier for me to dismiss, but still ….

Then I remembered my promise to write about how you can make connections with your loved ones who have passed … without using a Medium.

John was always there for someone in need. If you asked him for help, some way, somehow, he would do what he could. The last time I saw him, at my father’s funeral, he was there despite the fact he was feeling ill. He wanted to be there for my mother, my aunt, my cousins, my brothers and sisters, and me, he told me.

Leave it to John, whom, everyone who knew him remembers him for his huge heart … to remind me of my promise to help those who are hurting.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

Now that I’m becoming an expert on grief, I’m re-dedicating myself ….

I have done more discernments, connecting people on the Other Side with those they left behind, than I can possibly count. Along the way, I’ve told people that they’re more the “experts” on grief, than me. Now, I’m becoming an expert as well.

Since my father’s passing on November 27, 2009, I’ve lost a brother-in-law to suicide (last month), a first cousin was murdered (just a few days ago), and my mother seems to be nearing the end of her life on this plane of existence.

Losing three people I love so close to each other … I’ll admit, it’s all been a bit much for me. Lack of sleep has been an issue, and I feel as though I’ve been run over by a Mac truck.

Just a few days ago, I was talking to my friends, Geri Jewell, and Josie Varga. Geri was talking about how many people she’s lost in the past three months. “It isn’t fair!” she told me.

I told Josie that I wasn’t sure how much longer I wanted to do “Medium” work. She asked me why I was thinking that way, since I’m so “gifted.” To be honest, it was a “business” decision. That sort of work takes a lot out of me, and I was getting many more appointments for Clairvoyant readings, which uses up a lot less of my energy.

Yesterday, I was hurting, I mean hurting. The thought came to me that I know that death doesn’t end life, love or relationships, and I was hurting bad. “How much more are people who can’t do what I do hurt when they lose someone they love?” I asked in prayer.

This is a tremendous gift, and with it comes incredible responsibility. I’m sorry to say this, but I forgot that basic fact.

So now, I’m rededicating myself to this work. I talked to Josie yesterday, and we are making plans to do presentations based on her book, and my ability.

Thank you for your patience with me, your love and support during this time.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

“Let go of the guilt!”

I do a lot more readings and discernments than I write about … I’m just not comfortable talking about what was said in private. I’ve decided to write this because I’ve noticed a trend in the discernment sessions (where I reconnect people with loved ones they’ve lost). Whether it’s fact to face, or over the phone, most of those on the Other Side who are bringing their loved ones to me, have taken their own life.

These sessions are, for me, very difficult. The energy of suicide is heavy, as heavy as it gets. Last Saturday I did a discernment for a woman in California, over the phone. The Sunday before I kept getting the urgent feeling that her “daughter” needed to be there too. It was not only a feeling, but a thought, a persistent thought. As usual, I had no clue why, but I found out at the time for the reading.

Nancy (not her real name) and her daughter Stacy (not her real name) were on speaker phone for the session. There was a reluctance on the part of the spirit to come through initially, but then I heard a, “Hi Stacy!”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m her sister.”

“Stacy, I have your sister here.”

That’s how the discernment began. Even though she and her mother disagreed, Jane (not her real name) kept insisting that she was responsible for her own passing. Later, it came out that Jane didn’t die until 18 days after she took a lethal dose of drugs and alcohol. Then I saw a plug being pulled from a socket, my symbol that someone had chosen to “pull the plug.”

Both Stacy and Nancy were dealing with guilt for different reasons. Nancy and Stacy had an argument the day Jane started down the path that led to her eventual passing. Stacy felt she should have left with her … perhaps Jane wouldn’t have done what she did, if she had.

Jane’s messages to them. “I’m okay. I love you. Let go of the guilt!”

I learned recently that my “job” isn’t to make people feel better – it’s just to pass on messages. The “job” of those on the Other Side is to guide people through their grief. Our job is to put one foot in front of the other as we move through our grief, no matter how those we loved crossed over from this life to the next.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

Two days to grieve?

My father passed away a week ago in his sleep.  Yesterday, I was having coffee with television producer, Sheri Kaz.  She asked me how I was doing and I told her that I’m doing well, because I believe that grieving can be done in a couple of days.  Any more than that and it’s more about you and your issues than the person’s death.

She disagreed with me.  She told me how much she grieves her grandmother’s passing even though it’s been a few years now.

“What is it you’re grieving?” I asked her.

“Not being able to talk to her the way we used to,” she responded without even thinking about it.

“You just proved my point,” I told her. “You’re over her passing, what you’re grieving is not having the time you spent with her anymore. Really though, anytime you talk to her, she hears you, and guides you. You need to learn to listen.”

I’ve been reconnecting people with their loved ones for a while now and, ultimately, the messages from the Other Side are about moving on. That’s not to say that they don’t care about you anymore.  They do.  Typically even more so now.  Which is why they want you to get on with your life, and not stay stuck in your grief.

I tell people all of the time that they don’t need me to reconnect them to their loved ones, because the truth is the connection is broken due to death.  We just fail to listen.

Tonight, I’m in Los Angeles and I spent time with my sisters, Meridith and Nadine. We talked about all of the ways our father is still reaching out through the veil and making his presence known to us. That’s not to say we don’t miss him. We do, and we will. But as I explained to them when they told me the circumstances leading up to his crossing over, it was simply time for him to go.

My father’s funeral is next Wednesday. I’m sure that’s when it will become more real for me. I’m also hoping that when it does, I’ll be a much better Medium for it. I know my father would want that.

By the way, as we talked over our coffees, Sheri told me that she still talks to her grandmother all of the time. Then as she started answering my questions she realized that she also hears from her grandmother as well.  She also realized she’s been listening all along.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

https://www.anthonyquinata.com

“Be gentle with me….”

I recently wrote about a woman I met who came to see me about a relationship gone bad (see “Lessons Not Learned …). I told her that she had lessons she needed to learn which she insisted she already had.

Well, I got a call last Saturday from her (I didn’t know it was her when she called) asking if she could see me that day. It wasn’t something I normally do, but I did have a cancellation so I had the time open. When I saw her again it still didn’t hit me who she was. When I started her reading I brought up things I talked about to her before, and things I hadn’t.

I need to stress here that I usually don’t remember readings, and I didn’t recognize her from before. But all of a sudden it hit me who she was. The difference was she was open to hearing what she needed to hear, and not just what she wanted to hear.

I love people like her who come to see me. To me, it’s what this work is all about. After all, the word “psychic” comes from the Latin word “psyche” which means, “soul.”  To me, the real purpose of psychic work is helping people at the soul level, and that’s where I get my greatest satisfaction, whether it’s a Clairvoyant session, or a Medium discernment. If I can help people make a shift in their lives at the level of their spirit, it excites me.

Well, I helped her remember what she had forgotten about herself, and the lessons that come from that wisdom. I could feel the transformation of her heart as we spoke. Rather than obsessing about the relationship she just lost, she now looked forward to being in a new, more fulfilling one.

When we set up the appointment she told me, “I need you to be gentle with me because I’m in a very fragile place.” What I helped her to do was to be gentle with herself.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

https://www.anthonyquinata.com