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Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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How I realized I could talk to dead people. I didn’t feel like John Edward, more like Oda Mae Brown!

I didn’t choose to do this work. I was chosen … by God. Why? I have no idea. I can tell you I came into this work kicking and screaming.

I was born on Guam, a tiny island in the South Pacific. The people of Guam are typically Roman Catholic, and when someone dies, we bury them and don’t talk about them, let alone talk to them. It’s believed that doing so disturbs their “rest.” As a friend of mine who is also from Guam once said, “… no one in their right mind from our culture would ever [claim to talk to dead people]. ”

So how did I come to know that I have this ability, one that I didn’t even know, or believe, existed? Looking back, I really had been doing it for years.

For 20+ years I investigated claims of hauntings, apparitions, and poltergeist activity. While I used psychics in these investigations, I didn’t consider myself psychic, and would even bristle at the suggestion I was. I was invited to appear on a television show to talk about what I was doing, and the day it aired I received a phone call from Jennifer and Mike, friends I hadn’t seen in at least 4 years inviting me to dinner at their house.

I first met Mike years ago when I didn’t mention I investigated hauntings because, unlike now, most people would look at me like I had grown a third eye. Both Mike and I volunteered as Catholic youth ministers at the same church when we first met, another reason I didn’t reveal what I was doing. Later, I was the best man and Mike and Jennifer’s wedding.

The dinner talk eventually got around to ghosts, and the practice of praying for the souls in Purgatory. They both told me that they prayed for the deceased with rosary beads. I encouraged them to continue the practice. Mike pulled out his rosary and showed it to me. It was a beautiful old rosary. “Mike, did this belong to your mother?”

“Yes.”

“Did she die from cancer?”

“Yes.”

I went on to describe details of her life and death. “Mike, I don’t know how to tell you this, but the reason I know these things is that she’s standing behind you telling them to me!” After I said this, the thing that shocked me was the lack of shock on his face!

“My turn!” his wife said excitedly, handing me another rosary. “This belonged to my father.” I could have told her that because he “appeared” before me like a hologram. I passed information onto her from him, even mentioning a phone call she had with one of her brothers regarding their inheritance.

After passing on what I was hearing, I noticed she just kept smiling at me. I didn’t know what to think so I said to her, “I don’t know about you guys, but this is freaking the shit out of me!” I didn’t feel at all like I was a “medium.”  I felt more like Oda Mae Brown, played by Whoopi Goldberg, in the movie, “Ghost.”

A couple of days later I was telling my friend Camille about what happened. Her own father died just about three weeks before. We were sitting in a coffee shop when she asked me to tell her, again, what happened with Mike and Jennifer. I picked up her keys to show her how I was holding the rosary beads when suddenly I felt an energy coming from them. I threw the keys on the table.

“What happened?” Camille wanted to know. I told her about feeling the energy, and she wondered what it meant. “Pick them up and tell me what you get!”

I picked them back up, and suddenly I could see her father! He started telling me how he wanted the real estate investments he own handled by his kids. When I passed this information on Camille told me that just the night before she and her sisters were discussing just that subject, and that the questions they had were now apparently answered by her father!

Camille’s husband Steve showed up a few minutes later, and I did a discernment for him. Ever the skeptic, Steve insisted that I must have gotten the information I passed along from Camille.

“It’s true,” I thought, “with both Jennifer and Mike, and now Camille and Steve, I might have heard a lot of this and simply forgot. But what about the phone conversations Jennifer and Camille had with their siblings that I had no idea about? How could I have “known” what those were about?”

I decided that the best way to put all of this behind me was to do readings over the Internet, via IM. I posted notices on various chat sites that I was looking for 100 people who had lost loved ones to contact me, and I would try to reconnect them. I didn’t want to know anything about the person they were trying to contact, and if someone wanted a discernment, I only wanted to know their first name.

I began to receive requests, and I set up appointments to do readings through instant messenger as I didn’t want to receive any clues, such as unconscious nods, frowns, or smiles. When the session started I would IM what I was receiving. If I started feeling weak, and growing weaker, I would say that the person died from a long term illness. If I had a odd taste in my mouth, I would relate it to chemo, and offer that the person was telling me that they died from cancer. If I heard something, I’d pass it on. I learned to make statements, rather than ask questions.

On, and on, for a hundred sessions with complete strangers. It was funny to me at the time that some of the people thought that they were doing me a favor (which they were) and would offer me suggestions as to how to do a better reading. I was just trying to find out if what I was doing was real!

After the hundred IM sessions, I started looking for volunteers among my acquaintances, then my friends. But none of it really sank in until after my friend Sarah died. I was on my way to her memorial service when I started talking to her. By this time I was convinced that if we talked to those who have died, they do hear us. I still wasn’t convinced (I didn’t want to be) that I was hearing them.

I told Sarah how much I loved her, and how I was going to miss her, and her friendship. The next thing I knew she was right next to me talking back to me! I could even hear her voice, which almost caused me to faint. What really startled me was when she asked me to tell her family she’s okay.

When I got to St. Marks Catholic Church for the service, I told friends what just happened. Each one of them asked the same thing, “Have you told them?”

“Are you nuts?” I would say. “I can’t tell them that! Why would they believe me?”

“Why not?” One of my friends, Cheryl, asked. “That’s your thing isn’t it?”

“What do you mean, ‘my thing’?”

“Talking to dead people,” she said walking away.

I didn’t tell her family that night. Why? I was still struggling with what all of this meant, and if it served any purpose whatsoever. Then a woman sent me an e-mail saying that I helped her do in an hour what she couldn’t do in over 7 years of counseling – move through her grief. I mentioned this to Camille and she told me how I helped her see her father, and mother (who had also passed away when she was 12), in a different light.

I kept saying to Camille, “Well, now that I’ve been a medium for (one week, two weeks, three weeks, which would make her laugh) this is what I’ve learned.”

She told me later she laughed because I’ve been doing this as long as she’s known me. She kept wondering why I wasn’t catching on.

It wasn’t anything I asked for, or wanted, so I struggled; boy, did I struggle with it, and with God. After years of struggle (my life’s dream was to continue to trade commodities futures) I’m at peace, with myself, with this “gift,” and with God.

After all this time I’ve also learned that no matter how much I do, it’ll never be enough – the “waiting list” of those on the Other Side wanting to reconnect with those they left behind is long.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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What’s it’s like to be me during a Medium session.

I had a couple of appointments today, one of them was for a Clairvoyant reading, and the other was for a Medium discernment. I’ve written about what it’s like to be a “medium” before in articles, but I don’t think I’ve talked about it on this blog, so I thought I’d do so now. I’ll talk about Clairvoyance in another post.

“How long have you known you can do this?” is one of the questions I’m asked most often. To be honest with you, even when I was doing this, talking to dead people, I didn’t know I was. I didn’t know what mediumship was, and didn’t really care. In fact, when I started doing this for a living I was talking to a couple of friends about how this ability came on so “suddenly.” “Well, we’ve known you could do this for a long time. We were just wondering when you were going to do your parlor tricks for us!” they said laughing.

In order for communication of this kind to happen, there has to be at least two people. One of them has to be someone who has died and crossed over to what is often referred to as the Other Side who wants to communicate with someone they left behind. The second person is someone who wants to, or at least is willing receive the messages, and acknowledge their importance and meaning. Finally, the last piece of the puzzle is the go-between, or medium. In other words, I don’t typically walk around bombarded by messages from beyond, though, on occasion it does happen.

Every once in a while someone will ask me, “Why would anyone in Heaven want to communicate with us here on Earth?” My standard answer is “love.” They want you to know that they’re still alive, still with you, and still love you. I believe that mediums are the last resort souls use to communicate with their loved ones. I’m always telling people that they don’t need me to re-connect with the loved ones they’ve lost. They just need to be open to the messages. I will acknowledge though that when we’re grieving that’s easier said than done.

I don’t like calling what I do as a Medium a reading. The process is different from a psychic reading. So I’ve borrowed George Anderson’s term, “discernment” for what I do, because that’s exactly what I’m doing, “discerning” what the souls are communicating to me. The word “reading,” to me makes it sound as though the communication that’s taking place is clear, and it’s not. When souls are passing information onto me, they have to do so in a way that first makes sense to me, in the context of my life experience, and then I do my best to pass on what I’m receiving in a way that makes sense to the sitter (client).

Because this work is an extension of my belief in God, I almost always start the session with a prayer. I always stress that the sitter not tell me who they’re hoping to reconnect with, either by name, gender or relationship, because I’m a passive participant in the process. I don’t have any control as to who is going to come through.

After the prayer I go into what feels like a “daydream” state. The information comes to me through a variety of means. Typically, much of the information comes to me through hearing. I’m not talking about hearing with my ears, but with my mind. I don’t even hear a “male” or “female” voice. That’s why I have to “discern” what’s being communicated to me.

Along those same lines, when it comes to names, because what I’m hearing is not always clear, I sometimes only catch the essence of the name. Recently a woman came to me whose mother was telling her that she had her daughter’s childhood dog with her. “Was your dog’s name Fluffy or Muffy, something along those lines?”

“No,” she responded, “her name was Tuffy.” Close enough for me. Sometimes I’ll only catch a sound like “Jeh,” which I now have to try to figure out if it’s Jeff, James, or even George. Other times I’ll hear it clear as a bell.

I often receive information through feelings. Once I was doing a session and I had an indescribable pain in my chest. “Did your grandmother die from a massive heart attack?”

“Yes.”

“Oh thank God,” I said. “For a moment I thought I was having a massive heart attack!” I began to feel concern as though the doctors were negligent. “There’s some questions on your family’s part that the doctors who were taking care of her were negligent on their part.”

“Yes.”

I felt a feeling of peace after the woman answered. “Your grandmother says there wasn’t. It was just her time to go.”

Feelings of emotional heaviness or depression usually indicate that the person committed suicide. A metallic taste in my mouth usually means that they shot themselves through their mouth. Tightening around my throat says to me that they hung themselves. A sharp pain in my left side tells me that someone was murdered.

Sometimes information comes to me visually. Again, it’s not with my eyes that I’m seeing these things, but I’m seeing them in them in my mind. Often they come in the form of symbols, and each symbol can mean any number of different things. For example, I may see a car crash. It may mean that the person died in a car crash. It may mean that the person’s death was accidental. If I see flowers I’ll take it to mean that either the soul was a gardener, or the sitter is a gardener. Red roses mean deep gratitude on the part of the soul coming through.

I could go on but I hope you get the idea that this is more art than science. Sometimes I feel as though I won a seat on a game show called, “Shoot the Messenger.” But my mission in doing this work is to let people know that death does not end life, love, or relationships.

Thank you Michael and Raphael.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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I received another “sacred sign” just a minute ago.

I answered a comment from Mary saying that part of my struggle was that I didn’t choose this work, it chose me. I also said that I’m now at peace with myself, my life and my work, and I’m ready to take my career to the next level.

Then I received this in an e-mail just about a minute ago  from Yehuda Burg, of the Kaballah Centre International, in Los Angeles, Ca –

Thursday, July 30

A true teacher is not someone who advises and lectures. The relationship is not about seeking wisdom — we can find wisdom anywhere. A teacher is someone who keeps us motivated to change, someone who keeps our desire burning in order to help the world.

Today, seek out your teacher, or the person in your life who supports you the most. Ask them to tell you one thing you need to do to reach your next level.

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Okay, I’ll admit it … this really freaked me out!

As soon as I finished writing the last post I decided to do another “reading.” This time my question was, “What can I do, immediately, to start helping more people as a medium and clairvoyant?” I asked this as I shuffled the deck, this time with my eyes closed. I heard a card fall out of the deck, and continued to shuffle the cards two more times.

I opened my eyes and picked up what turned out to be two cards that fell onto my desk. I looked at the one on the top. It said, You Are a Powerful Lightworker.  It is safe for you to be powerful. Your spiritual power brings great blessing in loving service to the Divine.

I thought about talking about this in my last post but decided not to, and that’s my low self esteem when it comes to doing this work. I’ve heard it for years now. I’m flying under the radar. What I’ve been struggling with for the past couple of weeks is whether or not I should take my career to the next level. Apparently the answer is “yes,” I am.

The second card said, Workshops and Seminars. Attending and giving speeches is part of your spiritual path and purpose. Be open to teaching and  learning. I was breathing hard and fast when I saw this card. Again, I decided not to say in my last post that when I asked April what the next step in my career was supposed to be (and I was open to the idea of leaving it and doing something altogether different) she said, “Oh, you mean with regards to your paranormal television show?”

I was thinking Sunday that a television would allow me to reach more people, establish my credibility with a larger audience, and use that to draw them to my seminars and workshops. To be honest, I see myself as more than a “psychic.” I see my gift as a “attention getter” for the “real work” I’m supposed to do, being a spiritual teacher. (Honestly, I can’t believe I’m admitting to all of this.)

I then pulled the card on the top of the deck, and wouldn’t you know it? It was the Books card (see last post). Well, I know without a doubt what I’m supposed to be doing next. Thank you for allowing me to share all of this with you.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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Okay, I’ll admit it … this freaked me out!

First let me say that I’ve been struggling for the past couple of weeks as to “what I want to do when I grow up.” Today, the struggle is over.

As I mentioned before, I’m a huge believer in “sacred signs.” One of them came past Monday when I received an invitation from Mary to join “Linkedin,” and when she told me how much she enjoyed the blog I was writing. I took that as a sign to start posting in this blog again.

Last Friday, I reconnected with a friend of mine, April Palmer, who is also a psychic. I hadn’t seen her in at least a year and a half. When I mentioned to her that I was at a bookstore to do readings she told me that she’d drop by to see me. I was excited to hear this because we live too close to each other to lose contact with each other the way we did. When she got to the store I introduced her to the owner of the store, Deb, and April gave her a reading.

After she was done with that reading, I asked her if she would give one to me. She told Deb that she works better if she’s given a specific issue (the exact opposite of the way I do Clairvoyant readings), so I told her I was looking for guidance regarding my career (in other words, should I stay or should I go?).

What she told me boiled down to the idea that I know what I need to do, and I just need to start doing it. So Sunday, I made a commitment as to what my deep desire regarding my career is.  Then Monday, I get the invitation from Mary.

Today, I’m in the same bookstore I mentioned before. It carries, among other things, metaphysical products, including several oracle decks. Even though I don’t use them in my Clairvoyant work, I do have a few decks, including Tarot and angel card decks. Well, today I was drawn to an “angel deck,” created by Doreen Virtue, Ph.D. The name of the deck is Angel Therapy. I kept picking it up and looking at the box, then putting it away. I had no intention of buying it whatsoever, but before I left the store I decided to listen to the voice in my head and bought it. I just knew if I left the store without it, I’d be turning around about 10 miles from the store and coming back to get it.

I used the deck to do a three card reading as to what I’m supposed to do next with regards to my goal. I shuffled the deck, and a card popped out. I turned it over and it said, Mediumship. You have the natural ability to connect with departed loved ones.

I continued to shuffle the cards a little more until it felt right to stop. I turned over the top card on the deck. Heart Chakra was the title of this card. The answer you seek is in your heart right now. Be open to giving and receiving love. I thought, “Didn’t April tell me I already knew what to do?”

I turned over the next card on the top of the deck. Heal Away Addictions, It’s time to let go of behaviors that are blocking you from your heart’s desire. The reason I kept picking up the deck and eventually buying it was because on the back cover of the box it said it would help to “release fears and emotional blocks.” Exactly what I was looking for.

The final card said, Books. You’re life purpose involves writing, reading, editing, or selling spiritually based books. This one literally took my breath away! I’ve been thinking about writing a book for the last month now.

Well, all I can say is that all of my excuses are gone now. I can’t say that I don’t know what to do anymore.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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The ten best, and worst, things to say to someone in grief

By Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, and David Kessler

The Worst Things to Say to Someone in Grief:

• At least she lived a long life, many people die young

• He is in a better place

• She brought this on herself

• There is a reason for everything

• Aren’t you over him yet, he has been dead for a while now

• You can have another child still

• She was such a good person

• God wanted her to be with him

• I know how you feel

• She did what she came here to do and it was her time to go

• Be strong

The Best Things to Say to Someone in Grief:

• I am so sorry for your loss.

• I wish I had the right words, just know I care.

• I don’t know how you feel, but I am here If can help in anyway.

• You and your loved one will be in my thoughts and prayers.

• My favorite memory of your loved one is…

• I am always just a phone call away

• Give a hug instead of saying something

• We all need help at times like this, I am here for you

• I am usually up early or late, if you need anything

• Saying nothing, just be with the person

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I’m back!

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on this blog. I want to apologize to anyone, and everyone, I’ve disappointed by not doing so.

I have recently received a number of what I call “sacred signs” from God, and one of them is that I begin writing this blog again. Thank you Mary Mimouna, in Marrakesh, for being God’s angel, and passing this message onto me.

What I’ll be writing in this blog from this point on will not only reflect my thoughts as a Psychic Medium, but what I’ve learned as a Clairvoyant as well, inspiring people live the lives their soul intended.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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