As a Psychic Medium, I see the spirits of deceased people everyday. It’s something that started happening when I was ready, just after I had been trained and attuned to read the Akashic Records. I arrived home one day to find my beloved much missed paternal Grandfather lying on my sofa. What a beautiful surprise! He was my protector and best friend in this life and I had been asking Spirit to bring him back to me since he died, so he was the first person I saw, which was highly appropriate because there was no fear associated with seeing him – just a lot of joy. I cried for days from the joy of having him back in my life and being able to hear his guidance everyday.
Since then, I’ve had spirits come to me at various times, asking me to pass along messages to their loved ones and now I’m working with people who need to connect to their loved one(s) who have died to attain relief from their grief and pain. When I connect to your loved one I receive very specific information that is for you alone. It is not generic information, it is information your loved one is giving me from the other side of the veil so that you will know that it is indeed your person that I am hearing from and seeing.
This work can be emotional and is very healing at the same time. Often times, when we are in grief from death, it is perhaps the worst pain we can experience in this life and when you realize that I have connected to your loved one you truly realize that they have never left you and never will. They simply walk beside you everyday, loving you just as they did in life.
I often recommend the beautiful poem “Death is nothing at all” by Henry Scott Holland (1847 – 1918), a priest at St. Paul’s Cathedral of London, because to me it is very representative of the truth of “life and death” as we know it, because we are indeed as close to our deceased loved ones as if they have gone into the next room.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!