“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

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Suicide victim says, “I wasn’t judged, or condemned. Don’t judge or condemn yourself.”

I did a Medium session for a woman and her mother this morning. Last night and this morning a male spirit kept prepping me for the discernment by telling me to ask for the ring one of them would have. It’s not something I normally do, but I did just to make sure I had the right soul connecting to the right people. So I brought up the ring that belonged to the spirit they wanted to hear from. I was surprised when, instead of being given a male ring, I was given a female’s ring.

To add to the confusion I brought up a woman that neither of them knew. All the confusion would be cleared up in due time though.

When I began the discernment a man did come through and take “center stage.” It turns out he was Amanda’s mother’s father. He had messages for his wife and daughter. After he was done and pulled his energy away, I looked for the woman I initially brought and she was nowhere to be found. I asked, and confirmed that the ring I was given was bought at an antique store.

My advice is that if you ever buy an antique, cleanse it’s energy by smudging it. If you don’t know how there are people out there who do and will be happy to do it for you, usually for a reasonable fee. The way to cleanse a ring is to simply put it in a bag or box of sea salt for a week. Doing this will allow you to imbue only your energy on it.

When I began to bring another soul through, it was someone who claimed to be a sister of Amanda. Amanda told me this was correct.

I was then shown “Tiny Tim,” a icon of the 60’s who had a hit song entitled, “Tip Toe Through the Tulips.” Whenever I see Tiny it’s a warning to do just that.

Initially Amanda’s sister didn’t want to communicate with me. Slowly but surely she opened up. I found out that she took her own life. She also told me that she did so on, or around, her father’s birthday. When I mentioned this it was the first and only time Amanda openly wept. Her sister wanted to apologize for ruining her father’s birthday. She was buried on that day.

A number of things were resolved today. Amanda’s sister made it clear they had nothing to feel guilty about. She died from a disease. Not a disease that’s easily recognizable or easy to detect, but a disease nonetheless. She also wanted to make it known that she was not judged nor condemned for what she did.

When it comes to discernments, for me, suicides are so hard to do because the energy is so heavy. One of the first things I’m told by those who have taken their own lives is that they weren’t aware of how much pain it would cause those they leave behind. Now they have eternity to make peace with themselves, and they want you to make peace with yourself.

As the session was ending Amanda’s mother asked me if she would ever see her daughter again.

“Absolutely,” I told her. “You are still her mother, and she’s still your daughter. She took her life away from you, not her love.”

I feel your peace.

Anthony

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Lessons not learned, return to haunt us.

A few days ago a young woman came to see me at Cornerstone Books Metaphysical Fair. I told her not to tell me what she wanted to talk about, I would tell her. She agreed.

I quickly zeroed in on what she wanted to talk about,  a relationship that recently ended. I told her I heard verbal abuse and she admitted that it was her who verbally abused him. She wanted to know when he’d be coming back.

“Well, it feels to me as though he’s already moved; he’s already found someone else.”

“Yes, he has,” she told me. “So you’re saying he’s not coming back to me?”

“Not in the way you’re hoping,” I told her. “Why would he?”

“But I’ve learned my lesson!” she almost yelled at me.

“No you haven’t, and the truth is, you really don’t want to. Would you like to know what your future holds for you? You’ll find someone else, just like him. Then you’ll verbally abuse him until he leaves. You’ll repeat this pattern until you figure it out.”

She looked dejected and went on the attack. “You haven’t told me anything.”

“I haven’t told you what you want to hear, but I am telling you what you need to hear.”

With that she paid my fee, and got up and left.

The lesson she felt she learned was that abusing her ex-boyfriend caused him to leave. What she hasn’t learned is why she did it in the first place. I could have told her, but she didn’t want to hear it.

My point is that it’s only when we embrace those parts of ourselves that we fear and even hate that we become free of them. Not until then.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

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To the staff of Denver’s Historic Oxford Hotel – I can’t thank you enough!

The past couple of weeks has just been a blast! I was hired to lead “ghost tours” and turned them into “tour/investigations” during which people on the tour could use equipment used during investigations of hauntings. Everyone had fun, but I’m sure I had the most fun! LOL

Best of all, for me, I was given a tour of the attic! I was shown a space in which I had to crouch in order not to hit my head. While we were in there I called out, “Hello!” something I often do during an investigation. Not two seconds later, we both heard what sounded like a heavy boot stomping above our heads. “What’s above us?” I asked.

My host shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t really know. The roof I think.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.”

I called out “hello” again, and again, heard what sounded like stomping from above us in response.

I was shown some of the areas in the attic where the energy was “heaviest.” Could it be some of the relics from the hotel’s past that contains the energy? I really don’t know, but I’d love to do some more investigating to find out!

If you live in Denver, or are visiting, while there aren’t any more tours planned, you really should make plans to spend a night or two here. It’s a beautiful hotel, with great staff, and a spa next door. Be sure to ask for room 320, because it may be the most “active” room in the hotel.

Who knows? You might even see or sense one of the resident ghosts. A number of the people on my tours did!

To the staff of Denver’s historic Oxford Hotel, thank you.

Anthony

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“Why would God do that?”

I received an e-mail from one of Natalie’s sisters in which she told me, “I am still having a hard time trying to figure out why the big man upstairs would take a mother and daughter (emphasis mine).“

The truth is God didn’t take them. It was simply their time to leave us and go back home. It helps to think of this life as school. When we learn (hopefully) our lessons we “graduate.”

In real life, do people “graduate” having not learned as much as others in the same school? Absolutely. There are those who learn very little at all. Same thing happens in life.

I’m not suggesting that this was the case with Natalie, and her daughter, Carrie. To me, the lesson we’re supposed to learn while we’re here has to do with love. Love for ourselves, and love for others. I believe that even Mother Teresa had lessons to learn when she “graduated.” I’ve been told that what we don’t learn here, we’ll have to learn on the Other Side; but it’s much more difficult there.

My point is that God doesn’t take our loved ones away. He is not the angel of death. She doesn’t sit around wondering who’s life she can ruin by taking away the life of someone they love. At least, not the God I love.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

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