Beautiful Soul by Cindy Campo

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Pardon the interruption

I’m often asked if I’m bombarded by what I personally refer to as, “Merry Pop Ins.” In other words, do spirits come to me with messages all of the time? It happens. As much as I try to control it, souls do come through to me … sometimes when I least expect it.

For example, the last time I had an eye exam, the doctor noticed an eye lash that curled into my eye. He was pulling it out with a pair of tweezers when his mother came to me. She asked me to pass a message along and I told her that there was no way I was going to do that while he had tweezers one centimeter away from my eye ball!

Another time I was in a coffee shop at the Pearl Street Mall, in Boulder, when a woman who passed from cancer asked me to pass a message to her son who was sitting at a table next to me, reading. I didn’t pass any messages on to him either.

Personally, I just don’t like “ambushing” people. Not to say that I haven’t …. Today I was having lunch with a couple of women, Stacy, and Maggie, whom I met  as clients, and are now becoming friends. I met Stacy when she came to me because she wanted to reconnect with her mother. A few months later she made another appointment. Normally, I don’t like doing more than one appointment for the same person in less than a year. I’m glad I did with Stacy. Her father and her brother both passed within 6 weeks of each other. She was now the only one in her family left.

As we  were eating lunch I started getting messages for Stacy. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to pass them on. I’ve had people who’ve invited me to lunch hoping to get a “free” discernment, or clairvoyant reading. I knew this wasn’t the case with Stacy, so I told her that her brother was with us, and that he brought her mother with him. Before long, her father showed up as well. Then she reminded me that the anniversary of her father and brother’s passing is coming up. Her brother told her they haven’t left her. Her mother told her to keep moving on with her life. Her father wanted her to know that they were all proud of her.

Probably the strangest part for me was when I picked up a pickle that came with my lunch and her brother told me how much he loved, and missed eating, pickles. Stacy confirmed this. This one of several pieces of information that brought tears to her eyes. I couldn’t help wondering if people around us were thinking, “What is he saying to her to make her cry like that?”

Stacy, I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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“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

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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

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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

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