Met Don

by Artem Beliaikin

 Last night, while passing by the cadaver lab at work, I sensed a very mild mannered presence. I started to converse with him. His name was Don and he was a biker. He was in his thirties when he passed. I informed him of the light and how he could have access to his passed loved ones as well as live loved ones through their dreams. He said that he would check it out. He was very casual about the whole thing. He asked about Pat, but I didn't know any Pat, or at least not his Pat. If you think you might be the Pat he's looking for, send me a PM either on Twitter or Reddit.

Mediumistic Practice with Cecil

 A few weeks ago I started a practice requesting any willing spirit to practice with me. In this exercise, I tried something new for me. In many questions I asked the spirit, I did in a multiple choice format. I would ask the question and see which answer the spirit would select based on the feeling I would get about the answers. With other questions I interpreted the emotions as I usually do. 

So when I detected a presence, I started to ask questions.

I asked for a name. 

I initially got Celce, then Cici, and later finally, Cecil.

Market by EC Holm

I asked for gender and posed man or woman. I got man. 

I asked living or dead. I got dead. Of course I got dead, but I was making sure. Sort of double checking myself.

Then I asked if he was in the light or not. I got in the light.

Then I was about to ask his age, but I realized that this wouldn't readily work in a multiple choice format.

So I asked are you young, middle, or old? I got middle.

Then to narrow it down, I asked if he was in his 20s, 30s, or 40s? Historically 40 was actually considered old. I had no idea what era this fellow was from. The answer I got was 20s.

Then I asked if he was a student or a worker. I got a worker.

Then I asked if he was white collar or blue collar and I had to explain those terms because I got a perplexing response back. So after a rather lengthy explanation, I got blue collar or laborer.

Then I stopped that line of questioning and asked to be taken on a tour of a day in his life. 

I experienced a bustling open air market place by the docks. He was wearing a heavy apron. 

Then I lost the connection because I think my brain just got tired out. 

So the other day, I reconnected with Cecil in another practice session. I started asking questions where we left off.

I asked him to show me where we left off, at the market. 

I smelled fish. I asked, "Do you sell fish?" I used my multiple choice format for some of these questions like this one. He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Are you selling fish?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What are you selling this day?" He said, "Meat."

I asked, "Do you own the store?" He indicated no.

Then I asked, "What happens?" He said, "I die."

I said, "Show me."

Then I felt the sadness and the crying. I asked, "Why do you cry, Cecil?"

He said, "She left me."

I asked, "Who?"

He said, "Fiona."

I asked, "How did you die?"

He said, "I hung a ham wrong. I bent over and it dropped on my head breaking my neck. It was pretty quick. An unfortunate accident."

I asked, "Did this happen because you were sad?" He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Do you blame Fiona?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What year did this happen?" He indicated the 1930s.

My last question was, "Will you reincarnate?" He indicated yes.

I thanked him for showing me his story.

I found this experience to be rewarding in that I was able to connect and communicate with a spirit that had crossed over. I also got some good detail using the multiple choice format. The problem with this format is that it took a long time and my brain got tired so I lost the connection. That's why I had to do a second session. In all, Cecil was a great sport and very helpful. He was kind to show me his world. I did feel I was at the market in his shoes so to speak. 

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Mediumistic Practice - Coffin Waking

 I did a practice session where I opened up and invited any spirit to practice with me. Here is what I got.

After a misstart, I felt comfort like I was on a cushion, a pink cushion. Then I realized I was encased, a coffin.

I felt panic and unsure sensations. "Get out!" was the cry I wanted to say. I couldn't. Then heavy breathing came. Then nothing. It was over.

Coffin by EC Holm

I asked the spirit for a name. I got Stacey. I asked for her age. I got 41. She volunteered that she was a heart attack victim, and that she woke up in the coffin. 

I thanked her for sharing the experience.

You might have imagined that this was a nerve wracking experience. I'm sure for Stacey it was a terrifying experience. For me it wasn't. I felt things step by step fully aware of my own safety and at the same time experiencing glimpses of hers.

Scared Girl Goes to the Light

 I did some mediumship practice tonight and just opened up to see who would come through. I sensed a meek and quiet person, a young girl. 

She seemed young and scared. I asked her for her name. After some time, I think I got it right, Denise. I asked her to describe something she said a pink broad brimmed hat with a lace wrap. 

Denise by EC Holm

I asked her where she was. She named the town. It was a nearby town but not the same one I was in. 

I asked if she knew what she died of. She mentioned a disease. 

Then she offered some information. She said she could see her parents but that they wouldn't talk to her. I understood that to mean that her parents were still alive. So I asked her how old she was. She said 5 years old. Then I asked if she had any brothers or sisters. She said that she had a brother and it was her and her sister. I sensed that she meant that her siblings were still alive. 

I asked her if she could see a bright light. She said yes. I told her that's where love and peace is, and that once there, she would be able to visit her parents in their dreams and talk to them and they to her. She liked that idea. 

With that, I called upon her guardian angels and angels from the light to take her to the light. Before I could finish my prayer, she got excited and said, "They're here. They're here." I felt her joy. Then she said, "Bye, bye." Off she went. 

A Math Tutor Crosses Over

 I first shared this post on Reddit a while ago. 

I work the security midnight shift at a University. It's perfect for medium work. Anyway, let me get to my story.

This last Dec 17th, Amelia approached me in the parking lot as I got out of the vehicle. I was on my way to do a round in the building where the souls of the 20 nuns are praying.

She tells me that she was a math tutor at the university and was considering to be a nun novitiate. She said she was from the 1930s era. I think it was around 1933. I forgot to as her how she died. Maybe I didn't want to know.

Amelia by EC Holm

I did ask her why she was outside and not inside the building. She said because the nuns wouldn't let her in like she wasn't one of them. I found that rather weird.

I then suggested crossing over but she wouldn't hear of it. I don't know why. She seemed to have a chatty personality. For several days, I would talk to her, mostly small talk.

On Dec 24th, we talked about her usual spot in the parking lot. There was a fire truck that went to a house across the way but there was no fire. I mentioned to her about the emergency and maybe someone died. Then I talked to her further about crossing over. She seemed to listen.

Tonight, I go to our spot in the parking lot and she's not there. I put out my feelings and found that she crossed over. I'm so proud of her.

The Chapel that Took Me by Surprise

 I originally posted the following on my Reddit account.

So I'm a Clairsentient Emotion Empath. I sense emotion and intent. This happened about 3 years ago. I work night shift security at a university. The oldest building is about 100 years old and it has an auditorium in it that used to be a chapel because originally the place was run by nuns.

I would normally do my rounds, no problem. I get used to the creeks and the noises of the old place. I also get used to the feeling of the place too. It has a distinct feeling of scholarly righteousness if you will. Every floor had its distinct personality, but they are all connected, they are all scholarly.

Chapel by EC Holm

Then there's the chapel. The chapel feels different like it's separate from the rest of the building somehow but physically it's not. It bothered me. I wanted to know why.

So, I did what any red-blooded medium would do and dug deeper. I did my breathing, I quieted my brain, and my eye opened up. What I sensed floored me. In the chapel were the souls of around 20 nuns doing what they would normally in life, praying in the pews.

I went in to experience more. My presence obviously disrupted them because I started to get shooshed by them as if I was a playful child interrupting the adults.

I let them be. They were not open to talking to me. Then I came to realize what I was up against. I find it sad that so many souls did not make it to the light even when they had the answer with them in life.

It's been a while since I posted the original post. Since then, I have come to the conclusion that they are fine. They don't seem to bother anyone except me when I enter the chapel and tell me to be quiet. If they are fine with hanging around for years, then I have to be fine with it as well. When and if they are ready to cross over, I will be ready to help.

Simple Psychic Reads

 For a long time, I was trying to teach myself the writing business as well as writing. I like writing. I'm just not that great at business. I've come to realize quite a while ago that the writing market requires a writer to not only write profusely but also to market every day. It's a very taxing career. Recently, I fell into my forte, intuition. I started to do readings, psychic readings. There's a demand, and I'm good at it. I know many people think it's a hoax, but people can believe what they want. I don't like to lie, and I don't like to take people's money undeserved. I do like to help people. People go to psychics for various reasons, mainly for a sense of security from an unknown future. So, my website is called Simple Psychic Reads and the address is https://idea1407a.wixsite.com/simplepsycihciread.

Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva

I fell into doing readings by doing some self-exploring. On Reddit, I was researching Autism for myself. I knew that being sensitive was part of the autistic spectrum. Being sensitive is also part of being an empath. As this blog attests, I have previously studied if I was an empath and tried some things and found out some things using meditation. Also, in the prior years, I had lost 3 close family members. That opened up or reopened up a segment of intuition I hadn't been using, mediumship. I found myself conversing with my family members and finding closure. So, it was no surprise that I drifted over to the Medium and Psychic communities on Reddit. There I started to interact with people and help them with their issues. I started to do readings. I started to get petitions for formal readings. So, I decided to go for it with a little advisory help from members in those communities. This past January has been a successful first month.

Am I going to keep writing? Well, so far I've decided to write in my spare time which isn't much and put that work out on Wattpad.com. To me, that makes the most sense. So, I will still do readings and grow that little business.

BTW In my website, I added some photos by Anastasia Shuraeva. I like her work.