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
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