The Year was 2000: Y2K. It had been over 2 years since my brother died and the subsequent first message I ever received from a Spirit a week after his passing, a communication confirmed by both mediums Joan Carra and David Yulen a few weeks later. Increasingly, Spirits were starting to come through in my Tarot readings but I was not ready to “admit” to being a medium quite yet. Then three people in a row asked me to connect with loved ones and they all came through with specific identifiers (one being the famous psychic Phyllis Woodbury) but was still not considering myself “a medium”. John Edward had his pilot to his hit series “Crossing Over” and explained how he got his information from the other side. I was listening intently and with each statement I was saying to myself “that’s what happens to me” and now I wanted to know. So a few days later Spirit sent me someone.
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For the 1st time in my 4 years of reading at Quest Bookshop in Manhattan someone called in asking if there was anyone who could communicate with the dead. They all looked at me; I nodded and they scheduled him in for later in the afternoon. I was always fascinated with mediumship ever since I saw the amazing (late) Shelly Peck work at the Queens Psychic Club but honestly failed to see the value in it. “Why talk to the dead?” I thought. “After all, they’re dead”. Still, if I could do this it would be pretty cool, I was thinking, and maybe open up a new line of business. To say I was not prepared for what was to happen next would definitely be the understatement of the new millennium.
It was a beautiful April afternoon in 2001, bright and sunny. I sat in the back to meditate and asked my guides, whoever they are to assist and said if I get clear undeniable evidence from this man’s spirits I will pursue the path of mediumship, if not, I will simple let it go and focus on my other psychic work. Simple as that. I was not attached to either outcome.
Then the gentleman came in, apprehensive as he walked through the door. I picked up that he never had done anything like this before. In my mind I said “Me too dude so we’ll wing it and see where we get”. I shook hands with him and immediately got “father” before we sat down and a sharp pain in my chest. As I sat down I also saw the number 10, the letters R-e-n and an airplane. So I passed on all that information and asked if he understood any of it. Expecting to hear a “no” from the 40ish year old Middle Eastern gentleman he said “My father died 10 years ago from a heart attack. His name is very long but starts with the letters Ren and he was an airplane pilot”. Whoa! I was stunned. Call it Spirit, call it beginners luck, but I got my answer. Looks like it’s time to find a teacher and train in the art of mediumship, but wait. There’s more.
So as I moved on with the reading I picked up that the man and his father had a strained relationship and I told him that I have to say your father is apologizing. His message (paraphrased) is “ He did not get this at all in life but from the other side he realizes he was very critical of you and that everything had to be perfect. He’s saying that in his mind he saw you as a reflection of himself and that’s why nothing was ever good enough. He apologizes for that because he knows better now because he left his ego behind along with his body when he moved to the other side of life and you did nothing wrong and owns the responsibility of the problems you and he had in your relationship. He wants you to know that he is very proud of your success and the man that you have become.”
At that moment the man broke down sobbing and I’m thinking to myself, “Oh great, I’ve never done this before and now I have a grown man crying in front of me, what the heck do I do now” – so I fought back my own tears as the release of emotions was all too intense and continued the reading. I lightened the atmosphere by picking up on on happy family celebrations, a couple names of people to say hi to and talked about upcoming events in his life. When the session was over the man shook my hand, thanked me and told me “For 10 long years I’ve held onto this grief and guilt but in one short hour with you I can now let it all go forever. I can’t tell you how much this means to me”. And so not only did I learned that I am indeed a medium but I learned the true value of mediumship as well, all in one sunny spring afternoon that changed my life forever.
