I spoke with a psychic at a recent fair, but she didn’t get anything which sounded related to my life. Her sign said she was a Medium, so I asked about a deceased friend. She described a woman who was not the friend I was looking for. A few days later, I wondered if the woman she had contacted was someone else who had recently passed. No way to know for sure.

Even though the psychic didn’t get the information I was seeking, an interesting thing happened.

She knew she wasn’t getting information. She kept telling me how odd this was for her as a reader. Messages usually came clearly. She apologized several times. She told me that she wouldn’t just make something up in order to give me what she thought I wanted. She would only give me what she was hearing/feeling. I gave her the word for this, “integrity.” I told her how much I appreciated the fact that she would only give me what she was hearing, even if she wasn’t hearing anything.

I think she was a new reader and needed the reinforcement of knowing that someone appreciated that she had integrity. As I told her what I thought, I had a rush of goosebumps. I always pay attention to the goosebumps. I thought, “Maybe this is my new role? Maybe I am the ‘elder’ who knows enough about the world of psychics to give someone encouragement.”

Am I past the point of needing readings? I have answers to all the questions I asked as a young woman: Yes, I got married. Yes, I had children. Yes, I bought a house. Yes, I left my job and it turned out okay. Yes, I pursued this project and learned so much!

Those of you who have read this blog for many years, may remember that I had a lot of issues with my mother. I often asked psychics how to deal with those issues and how to cope with the situation. I received so much good advice. Now that my mother has been gone for a while, and I have tracked her journey on The Other Side, these issues have been released. I no longer need psychic readings to help me figure out what to do. So nice.

I am at a point in my life, today, when I am not looking for personal advice from a psychic. I am much more interested in the big picture of things – how the world works. However, questions arise in life and I’m pretty sure I will seek personal readings again. I am not done.

And, I love receiving messages from Spirit.

Years ago, I worked with a psychic who wanted to test her abilities. She knew what she could do in certain areas, but she wasn’t sure about other areas. Could she communicate with souls on The Other Side? Could she speak with animals? Could she see the future? I asked her questions for which I knew the answers, just to see what she got. It was fascinating for both of us.

Perhaps, I am (sometimes) a psychic coach.

I am enjoying “My Psychic Search” and seeing wherever it leads me.

Take care.

Gail
gail@MyPsychicSearch.com

“Reincarnation” is the concept that people lead multiple lives. They can live one life, cross to The Other Side, become spiritual entities, then decide if they would like to be born into new bodies. Each lifetime presents lessons and opportunities. After people die, they review their lives and decide if they need to come back into bodies for additional experiences.

Everyone I interviewed believed in (and often remembered experiencing) reincarnation on Earth. They all agreed that consciousness survives death and that we can choose where and when to reincarnate. We come back into bodies to further our soul’s growth. Once we have learned all that we need to know, we are re-absorbed into the Universal Source of Energy.

According to the psychics, we travel in groups and help each other grow. Each lifetime, the souls in our circle play different roles so that they can learn from their role while also helping the rest of their group. For example, a mother may have a daughter in one incarnation, but the next time around, the daughter is the mother and the mother is the daughter . . . or the husband . . . or the cousin . . . or the employer. This is why people often recognize souls from previous lifetimes.

Recently, a couple of people shared their own stories related to previous lives on Earth.

Mark Janssen, a Mystic who sees G-d and angels, writes a weekly blog. His work is to assist souls in moving to The Other Side.

Last week, Mark wrote about visiting Europe, touring old buildings, and reconnecting with people he had known in the past. This is a fascinating excerpt from Mark’s blog:

“In Toulouse, I had been in the museum that was the Augustinian monastery in the old city. The best part of the museum was the building, in spite of the many beautiful statues. The statues did not hold memories for me. The building, the souls I saw of men who had lived there since the early fourteenth century, all made me cold. I cut short my visit there. In spite of the kindness of some of the spirits I saw there, even in death some of the former Augustinian monks were best left to their own.

“I went out into the beautiful brightness of the summer sun. There, I escaped around a group of loud, rude American businessmen in my successful search for a café where I could warm up and calm down.

“Later on, I went to a place I had been avoiding for reasons my conscious mind could not grasp.

“Several winding blocks away is the Couvent des Jacobins, the former Dominican monastery. Like the Augustinians, the property was seized during the French Revolution and the men disbanded. One might think that since both the Augustinians and Dominicans follow the Rule of St. Augustine, and live in many similar ways, that they might have gotten along.

“Au contraire.

“The times I went back to the old Dominican monastery during my last visit were some of the best times I had in Toulouse. As I entered the Jacobin church, a familiar voice called my name. But I was not called by the name I have now. It was a name I had centuries ago which, honestly, I have only heard myself called in that church and the surrounding monastery. Nowhere else in Toulouse or, for that matter, the world. I can no longer remember what I was called back then.

“I walked all the way around the walls of the church. Examining them as if for evidence that I should not recognize the place while, with each step, I was ever more convinced that I had been here, lived here in earlier times. The voice became louder as I came closer to a small modern chapel area within the larger church. There was a huge gold box under the altar. I read the sign that it held the bones of Thomas Aquinas. Laughter came from the box. I started laughing silently. I suddenly recognized the voice. Thomas is an old friend. We worked together at the universities in Toulouse, Paris, and other cities. The difference between us was that Thomas was a good man who followed the rules. I was not.

“Thomas and I telepathically talked on and on. We chatted about the places we’d been together. The work we’d done. Our confreres and others we had known. When we finished catching up, I continued the tour around what was left of the church. Then, out a different door into the cloister. There, I ran into the souls of many brother monks I had known and worked with centuries earlier. One of them was the soul of a young man who had been my scribe in an earlier time and with whom I have worked in this life.

“As I continued visiting that city and the whole South of France I kept running into men and women whom I had known over the course of many centuries. Some places were jarringly wrong like Cannes and Monaco. Those two cities lost much of their souls in the course of revolutionary destruction and then in becoming tourist traps of the twentieth century.

“A few years later, and thousands of miles away, I met up with my soul twin again. We hadn’t seen each other in over one hundred years. Eventually, I told him about my trip back to where we used to live, in southern France, hundreds of years ago. I told him about going to the former Dominican monastery and the old Augustinian monastery in Toulouse. He instantly recalled it. Memories of the Augustinians gave him the terrors as they had me. However, he had a more visceral reaction. He asked me why mere mention of the Augustinians should shake him so badly. I reminded him that it was because he had once mouthed off again, as usual, to a bunch of the Augustinians outside of their house. They grabbed him and threw him into their secret prison. With the consent and approval of their superior, a particularly unsavory creature, they tortured him. Some of us Dominicans popped him out. He had been whipped, thrown on the rack and left half dead. We hid Bill in the Dominican monastery where we gradually got him back to health. When he was well again we sneaked him out of town in the dead of night. Successfully outside the city walls, we sent him into hiding in a remote place for what was supposed to be a very long time. He quickly grew bored — my brother always gets bored — and returned to Paris to raise some Cain.

“Ah, good times!”

You can read Mark’s entire blog at https://markjjanssen.medium.com/middling-ages-f8c2cd0f6d30

Another person shared a more recent story with me. She told me that when her daughter was two or three years old, she was sitting on her daughter’s bed, reading a story to her. The little girl said that the mother had also been her mother the last time. She asked what the girl was talking about. The little girl looked straight into her soul and said that she had been her mommy the last time – before she had been in her tummy again. Then, she added that that was time the man brought a letter that made her sad. Her husband, a soldier, had been killed or wounded. The man had been riding a horse. Later, in a past life reading or regression, the woman received confirmation  that her husband had been a soldier and that she had received a letter about him.

Years ago, a blog reader wrote this message which sums things up so well:

“Our immortal soul, pure energy of love, can reincarnate in several lives, to work out a theme on a particular emotion. In past life cycles you have experienced, it's possible that you encountered the theme as a victim or as the person who inflicted the emotional traumas upon another human. All the themes and emotions are reflected in the people and situations in this life we're living here, right now.

“We're creating this together in order to grow. Getting the insights and understanding in letting go. In this life it's important to integrate the emotions, let the emotions go, and make the choice to forgive; making the real important choices in life from your heart. Connecting to the core of your soul, being, pure energy, pure loving Light.

“When the life cycle is done, you will return to the source, the Light, to meet your family and friends again, leaving your loved ones behind in grief and sorrow. In the Light, we agree with our best friends to help accomplish our task on earth, arranging the situations in this life. You'll meet the people you need.

“Love and life is what you want to experience, time after time, until it's the right time. The moment is present to reach your full potential in this lifetime. Our full potential in ourselves is already there. Let us connect and create heaven on earth.

“Love and Light,
Stef”

Love and light to you, too.

Gail
gail@MyPsychicSearch.com

After last week’s reference to “orbs,” someone asked me what they were. Were they UFOs? I don’t think so. Orbs can be seen in some photographs as whitish/translucent spots. I think they are non-physical energies which pop into this physical world for short periods of time. While we can only see them in photographs, dogs seem to react to them too.

Here are two explanations for orbs:

1) Orbs are spots of dust which are captured on film by the camera's flash.

Wikipedia explains that:

"Orbs are captured during low-light instances where the camera's flash is used . . . The orb artifact can result from retroreflection of light off solid particles, such as dust or pollen, or liquid particles, especially rain. They can also be caused by foreign material within the camera lens."

2) Orbs are spiritual evidence of visitors from the non-physical world.

Beliefnet.com explains that:

"Some people believe that orbs are more than dust particles or drops of moisture on the lens--they are proof of guardian angels, captured on camera. When these "spirit orbs" or "angel orbs" appear near a single person or a group of people in a photo, it's a sign that they are blessed with the goodness, positive energy, and protection of angels. When orbs appear in a particular location, it's also a sign that angels are hovering nearby and the location is particularly blessed."

http://www.beliefnet.com/inspiration/angels/2010/03/angel-spirit-orbs-pictures.aspx

I heard a few things about orbs from the psychics.

In 2011, I asked April Cunningham, "When you look around, what do you see?"

She answered:

"I see spirits."

"There are layers. It's like layers of spirit. It is almost dimensional. Sometimes, there will be a little round thing which is a confirmation of someone around you. This little round thing will come up close and I can see within that dimension."

A few years ago, Karreen Martin showed me a series of orb photos. She can call orbs in and photograph them.

She asked, "Have you ever done something and felt your scalp tingle? That is what they feel like. You can feel them when they come in. I can feel them when they get close. Some orbs are really bright."

She added that orbs can be attracted to an area by music, and that dogs always know where orbs are located.

When I was taking photos at the Psychic Fair, I captured pictures of several orbs. Elvia Martinez had one over her table as she performed Reiki. Emmy Morgan had one over her shoulder as she provided a reading. John Hunter had one on his chest.

In addition, one of my favorite photos shows an orb moving over my shoulder while I was visiting relatives in a cemetery. A few of these photos are shown below.

Please let me know about your experiences with orbs.

Gail
gail@MyPsychicSearch.com