My friend, Anthony Quinata is a gifted medium. Sit down with him for a moment and you will soon be conversing with relatives and friends who have passed to the Other Side.
I know that to most people, mediumship is not real. Many famous TV mediums just use your own words to find out information that they use in your “reading” later on. Anthony is not that kind of medium.
In my own reading with Anthony, I was very tight lipped. I knew that people draw out information from you, so I gave him only yes or no answers, or shrugs. Anthony knew a lot about my parents and brother, but nothing about my extended family. My parents and brother are still alive, but I have lost many relatives (my mother has a big family, and my father’s family has experienced a lot of loss in the past few years) that I have never spoken about.
The information he gave me was staggering. He told me that my grandmother on my mother’s side was there to talk to me. He said that she was telling him that she did not know me when she was alive and that she was sad about it. He was completely accurate. My grandmother had severe dementia. She was catatonic by the time I was born. I would see her sitting on the couch at my grandfather’s house but she did not “know” me, nor I her.
Then my father’s mother came through. In contrast, Anthony told me that this grandmother had been very active in my life and was still helping me from the other side. He told me that I had been her favorite grandchild. He was right. I had been that grandmother’s favorite. I had also seen her in many of my dreams since her death. Many times she was there to comfort me through a difficult patch in my life.
He told me that she had gone with me in spirit on a cruise after my break up with a guy she referred to as “the dork.” I laughed. This had happened long after she had passed. A guy had broken up with me for strange reasons. At the time I referred to him as “the dork” for about a year after that. A few months after the breakup I went on a European cruise. The only cruise I had ever been on then, or since. I had felt very lonely without him there. I didn’t meet Anthony for another 6 years after that cruise. I never mentioned it or “the dork.” It was nice to hear from Anthony that my grandmother had been watching over me during that time.
Anthony then moved on to my grandfather on my dad’s side. He said that he had a message for me that only I would understand. Anthony said that my grandfather was showing him a rifle and a deer. I laughed. My grandfather used to play a joke on me. He would look out the window and tell me that he was “going dear hunting.” Then he would shout “there’s a dear!” and seem to point out the window. I’d crane my head to look out the window, trying to find the deer. When I couldn’t find it, I’d look back at my grandfather and he’d be pointing to himself.
Then my aunt came through. Anthony described her as quite a character. He said she was pushy, loud, boisterous and lovable. She was. He said that she died of lung cancer. She did. He said she was pissed about it because it should not have happened. She said the doctors had messed up. It was true. They had seen a small spot on her lung the year before. It was on the outside of the lung, but they dismissed it as a shadow. A year later, when they x-rayed again, it was throughout her lungs. It was too late then. It was stage one the year before. When they finally decided to treat her, it was stage three. It had been a tragedy.
He read a number of relatives for me that day. At the end, he was about to finish the reading when he said, “Wait a minute.”
He told me that there was one more person there. He’d been there waiting through the whole reading. Anthony said he was so quiet that he almost didn’t realize the man was there. Anthony said that this was my uncle. He had passed recently. He said that my uncle was such a quiet man that people would almost forget that he was in the room. He never talked much. Even in this reading he just stepped forward, showed Anthony some pink roses for me, and then stepped back and disappeared. Anthony said that he had died of intestinal problems.
My uncle Neil had died just a few months before. He was such a quiet man that I don’t think I heard him say more than 20 words in all the time I knew him. He died of colon cancer.
I’ve also had the pleasure of seeing Anthony read for other friends of mine. He was always professional and accurate. Shocking people with the details of his readings.
He is also quite a remarkable character himself. His history and life are the stuff of novels. Yet he will always be more interested in learning about others and helping others, than talking about himself. He is very funny and charming. He is also a great friend.
Tamela Buhrke
