Metamorphosis – Why she didn’t take her own life.

For Rena, even though they didn’t use these words, she and Ed were soul mates. They were in love and planned to marry. Then one day, Ed was gone in a tragic accident. I did a discernment for her a little over a year ago. When it was over, she was angry. I mean, ANGRY.

I wish that everyone walks away from a session with me finding peace, but it just isn’t the case. For this sort of thing to happen, two things need to be in place. One is a soul who wants to communicate. The second is someone here who wants, and is willing, to hear the messages. In this case, I was the medium in between the two, an unwitting participant in a game called, “Shoot the Messenger.”

I saw Rena again yesterday, and it took me a while to convince her that I held no hard feelings towards her. In fact, I hugged her and told her I wouldn’t let her go until she agreed to sit down and talk to me.

She told me that she wanted to say she was sorry, and that the reason she was so angry was that I was “right … about everything.” What really confused her was how I was getting the messages from someone who didn’t believe that life continued after death.

I was reminded of a time another woman came to see me hoping to reconnect with her husband, who was an atheist. I didn’t know that when I started the session. He admitted this to me during the discernment. What he said made both his wife, and me, laugh. “I didn’t think I was dead. I just kept thinking I was having a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.”

I asked Rena how she was doing since I last saw her. She told me she was she was still grieving her loss, and that she was going through a “metamorphosis.” I could definitely see, and hear, a change in her attitude, not only towards what I do, but towards the whole idea of life continuing after death.

I helped her reconnect with Ed, again. This time she was much more open to what she was hearing. After the discernment, even though Ed didn’t mention it, I picked up, clairvoyantly, that she thought about taking her own life. I mentioned this to her. She admitted it was true, and the reason she told me why she didn’t was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes.

“I thought about it but I knew that if I did, when I saw Ed again, I wouldn’t have anything to show him. I decided not to do it so that when it’s my time, and I do see Ed again, I can show him what I’ve done with my life since he’s been gone. I know he’ll be proud of me.”

Rena, Ed’s already happy you made that decision. So am I.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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Suicide is NOT an answer.

I just did a discernment for a woman who lost her 14 year old daughter. I won’t go into details about the discernment, but I do feel there’s a couple of lessons to be learned here. First of all, I did the session over the internet, and as I’m sure you well know, a lot of misunderstandings happen when two people are IMing each other. At the end of the session, however, the only “misunderstanding” was on the part of the girl’s mother.

When all was said and done, after the session, I realized that the girl’s mother wanted “permission” to take her own life, and she was disappointed she didn’t get it. I know she’s going to read this and either e-mail me, or post a comment that this wasn’t the case, even though she admitted to me that I was right. Well, be that as it may, I just want to say, for the record, that suicide is not the answer! No matter how heavy the burden of grief, or any other burden you may be saddled with.

I also want to state, for the record, that I’ve considered suicide myself, so I know how it feels to get to that point. The idea of living hurts much more than the idea of dying. I’ve told more than one person that if I didn’t know better, I would probably do it … but that’s just it, I know from those who’ve done it, it’s not the answer.

When someone commits suicide, during their life review they see all of the pain their action has caused to those they’ve left behind who loved them. They also see the potential lessons that they could have learned by sticking things out. There is a lesson to be learned on the other side of the pain … one of them is that you are much stronger, much more valuable, and more loved, than you think you are. And the lessons that weren’t learned here, must be learned on the Other Side.

God doesn’t judge those who commit suicide, and I am, in no way, condemning anyone who has taken their own life. My heart goes out to them and their loved ones. But as one young man told me during a discernment, “As soon as I jumped I knew it was a mistake, but it was a lesson I learned way too late. Please tell my parents I was sorry for what I had done, and said so to them, and to God, even as I was falling.”

All I can say is that if you’re reading this, and considering taking your own life, PLEASE don’t! Seek counseling. Talk to someone. Contact me, and I’ll put you in touch with someone. PLEASE.

You are not alone. You are loved.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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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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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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“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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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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Turning criticism into a blessing.

A young man came to see me a few days ago for a Clairvoyant session. Before we got started I told him that I could tell from his energy that he was a skeptic. He admitted that I was right, but he said he was going to keep an open mind throughout the session. After all, his wife had seen me twice before, once when she was a month pregnant and not showing. She became a believer in me when I mentioned to her that at one point she looked, to me, for about three seconds, as though she were nine months pregnant! When she came to see me again, she was definitely showing as at that time she was eight months pregnant. She told me she was wondering if there was anything to be worried about. I closed my eyes for a moment (she told me this, I don’t remember) and said that there will be a scare but not to worry because everything will be fine. When she started to deliver, the baby’s umbilical cord started to come out first, so the doctors did an emergency c-section. I was elated to meet their beautiful two month old daughter before the session.

During our time together Aaron (not his real name) did a lot of hard work looking at himself. He’s using what he learned to transform his life. I received a message from him thanking me for the session saying he hadn’t felt that close to God in years. This was after he called me an “asshole” a couple of times (yes, really). I laughed both times (yes, really).

Contrast that with his mother in law who flew in from California to see me about 6 months ago. After her session with me, she walked out of my house angry! According to Aaron and his wife, she admits that I was on the money, yet she’s still complaining about what was uncovered about her “false self.” I thought it was funny that she tells people about me to this day saying that I’m impressive, but she didn’t like what I had to say. According to Aaron and his wife all of her friends say to her, “Well, he’s telling you the truth!”

During my Clairvoyant sessions my first task is to see people the way God sees people – perfect. From that point on, I’m the mouthpiece of the Source of all that is, and nothing more. I don’t judge, and I don’t criticize. If people think I am doing that, I tell them to see the criticism as a blessing – that way it doesn’t hurt as much.

My ideal client is someone who comes to me to see why their life isn’t working and how they’re responsible. When they’re done judging me for having the nerve to say what I say to them, they pick out the kernels of truth, and go to work.

Truthfully, you don’t have to pay for my time to get similar information. Just ask people in your life – especially the one’s you don’t like – they’ll be happy to do it for free. And they don’t have to be psychic to know your truth!

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“I could die today.”

I was told today about a woman who has cancer, and how she’s reacting to it. I was also told that she’s very critical, judgmental, and controlling. I said that in that case, the disease may turn out to be a blessing.

People who are told that they have a terminal disease become obsessed with finding out any and all treatments, medications, and interventions that might help them live longer, or heal them of the disease altogether. This is only natural, and good. Scores of people have had their lives improved and even saved, by doing this.

And then there are those people whose efforts fail to stop the disease. If they are wise, they surrender into the act of dying.

When this happens another kind of healing takes place. Because the ending is now clear, all hurry and rushing around cease. After all, where are they rushing to? The outcome is death, and there’s no getting around it. Why rush to get there?

When we no longer have a “future,” fear and desperation eventually dissolve. We realize that all of our efforts to control everything and everyone is futile. That doesn’t mean that we become lazy or depressed. We become aware of what is truly valuable and worth our time and effort. This is ultimately the purpose of any terminal illness from a spiritual point of view.

I’d like to suggest an exercise to you. Whatever you do today, especially when it comes to the simplest acts, say to yourself, “I could die today.”

What if this is true?

What if you were to die today?

What feelings come up when you say this?

What people come to mind?

What dreams do you regret not accomplishing?

What responsibilities do you let go of?

Next week, pick another activity to say this to yourself while you’re doing it. Pick another one the week after that.

When we bring this consciousness into our daily lives we become more gentle – with ourselves and others. We become more aware of what is really important, useful and necessary in both our actions and attitudes. We become more focused and the speed with which things happen can take our breath away.

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Sarah’s healing starts with an apology from the Other Side

I worked at a psychic fair this past Saturday and in between readings an astrologer named Sarah came up to me. “I have a question to ask you,” she said. “I was told recently that my father-in-law is still with me and I was wondering if it’s true.”

I did a quick check and told her, no, it wasn’t true. In fact, I told her, he was keeping his distance out of respect for her. The following is a condensed version of what happened next.

“He’s telling me that you two didn’t get along. Is that true?”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, nodding.

“He’s telling me he wasn’t easy to get along with. Anyway, he wants me to pass a message on to you. He says, ‘I’m sorry.'”

“Oh, now you’re going to make me cry!” Sarah said. I could see tears in her eyes. I don’t mean to make anyone cry, but I kept on, passing on the messages I was getting.

“He’s telling me you helped take care of him for a long time … and I mean a long time.”

“20 years. He had ‘Aspergers.’ It’s a form of autism.”

“Did you feed him? He’s showing me you had to feed him.”

“Yes, I did. And I changed his diapers too!”

“Well, he didn’t show me that, thank God! But he is telling me that he felt entitled to all of the care you gave him. He’s saying he’s had a change of heart since his ‘life review,’ and now he’s grateful for all that you’ve done for him. And he keeps saying that he’s sorry. He hopes you’ll forgive him.”

“I can do that,” Sarah said sniffling.

“Please pray for him too.”

Sarah nodded. “All I wanted to know was that he wasn’t with me. I wasn’t expecting an apology. I didn’t think that people had a change of heart once they crossed over.”

“I call the life review ‘the answers to all of life’s questions.’ After his review he saw he was wrong and he’s asking for your forgiveness. I realize that after 20 years that may not be the easiest thing to do, but it’s the best thing you can do. For his journey on the Other Side, and for yours, in this life.”

Sarah nodded and walked away. Later, as she left the fair she walked up to me and gave me a hug – something she had never done before in all of the years I’ve known her. Apparently she really did experience some healing after all.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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