“Three Stooges Moment” – A Testimonial

Anthony,

Thank you for the much needed and comforting experience of contacting my brother.  He was taken from us way too soon.

Lately, I have found it very comforting to reflect back on our meeting and the familiar thoughts, memories and communication from my brother; and also to know that he is in good hands.

One of the messages you relayed to me was about the “mashed potatoes.”  Funny!  The story goes like this:

My brother Gerald and I (along with another close friend Keith) were eating lunch one day at one of those country style restaurants.  We were eating, laughing and having a nice time filling up on some good old fashioned fried chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuits.  As  Gerald lifted his giant glass of iced tea,  I noticed that he had a small blob of mashed potatoes on his “pinky” finger.  I mentioned this to him, and as he turned his wrist to look at the mashed potatoes on his finger, not wanting to waste a single savory bite, he decided to try and lick off the mashed potatoes.  This caused the iced tea, which was in the same hand, to pour out onto his lap.  It all happened so fast that there was no time to warn him.  It was a “3 Stooges” kind of hilarious moment that had all three of us laughing hysterically.  He vowed to get even with me, as if I could have actually been clever enough to craft such an elaborate scheme.

A week later, we ran into each other at a local bar, where I was sipping a beer with my friend.  Gerald was with Keith again and they walked up and said hello.  As they did, Gerald generously handed me “another” beer, to which I replied “…thanks, but I already have one,” showing him my nearly full beer.  He politely said, “Don’t worry you’ll drink this one too, eventually,” as he thrust it to me.

I politely accepted it in my free hand.  As I did, he proceeded to compliment me on my new watch and asked me what time it was.  More than happy to oblige and show off my new watch, I looked down to check the time, spilling my newest full beer all over myself.  This was hilarious to all, even me; especially when he winked and said “Got Ya!”

Thanks again, Anthony, for giving us one last laugh!

Frank

I feel your peace, Frank. Thank you for writing this.

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

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“If Tomorrow Starts Without Me”

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
Author believed to be
David Romano

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.

He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way
There’s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn’t do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.

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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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Now that I’m becoming an expert on grief, I’m re-dedicating myself ….

I have done more discernments, connecting people on the Other Side with those they left behind, than I can possibly count. Along the way, I’ve told people that they’re more the “experts” on grief, than me. Now, I’m becoming an expert as well.

Since my father’s passing on November 27, 2009, I’ve lost a brother-in-law to suicide (last month), a first cousin was murdered (just a few days ago), and my mother seems to be nearing the end of her life on this plane of existence.

Losing three people I love so close to each other … I’ll admit, it’s all been a bit much for me. Lack of sleep has been an issue, and I feel as though I’ve been run over by a Mac truck.

Just a few days ago, I was talking to my friends, Geri Jewell, and Josie Varga. Geri was talking about how many people she’s lost in the past three months. “It isn’t fair!” she told me.

I told Josie that I wasn’t sure how much longer I wanted to do “Medium” work. She asked me why I was thinking that way, since I’m so “gifted.” To be honest, it was a “business” decision. That sort of work takes a lot out of me, and I was getting many more appointments for Clairvoyant readings, which uses up a lot less of my energy.

Yesterday, I was hurting, I mean hurting. The thought came to me that I know that death doesn’t end life, love or relationships, and I was hurting bad. “How much more are people who can’t do what I do hurt when they lose someone they love?” I asked in prayer.

This is a tremendous gift, and with it comes incredible responsibility. I’m sorry to say this, but I forgot that basic fact.

So now, I’m rededicating myself to this work. I talked to Josie yesterday, and we are making plans to do presentations based on her book, and my ability.

Thank you for your patience with me, your love and support during this time.

I feel your peace.

Anthony

http://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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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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