No two days are ever the same for me. I live two very distinct and separate lives. My mornings begin early with a cup of coffee, sometimes two. I listen to ambient music and take the opportunity to write my article. I am usually inspired beforehand, and I only publish the piece once I am satisfied with the content. After writing, I have breakfast with my daughter before seeing my wife off to school. I then move into my daily routine and prepare for my meeting with a client.
Preparation is key, and I follow strict procedures to ensure I am fully ready. For some reason, the room that appeals to me most is a small bedroom on the top floor. I make sure my line of sight to the facing white wall is clear. That white wall often serves as a backdrop for images projected to me mentally from the other side. About half an hour before a meeting, I sit quietly. When I feel ready, I begin with a prayer.
“Father God, please forgive me and allow me today to be your instrument in the service of those on the other side and on my side. Please allow me to be your message of hope, love, healing, and faith, so that I can spread your Light and touch the hearts of those who need you the most. I ask for protection for us from the enemies of Light. Amen.”
After this prayer, I sit quietly again before reciting The Lord’s Prayer. I never rush through either prayer; this is a sacred time to show respect. I never approach my service with a sense of entitlement, but with a sense of blessing.
Then comes the more challenging part: preparing for the session itself. I begin with grounding and breathing exercises to slow down my vibrations. I control my thoughts and focus on a simple visual to avoid distractions. When I feel centred, I open myself to receive. At this stage, I have not yet met the client and know nothing about them, unless they have seen me before. When I open, I feel a distinct shift. I become relaxed and slightly numb, in a very comfortable way. Then the visuals, sounds, and feelings begin.
I may sense the scent of cigar smoke, hear a laugh, or smell something baking. Sometimes I see dramatic or painful images. Quite often, loved ones greet me with warm smiles, sometimes with tears of gratitude for their reunion with family members still on Earth. They share details with me to pass on, and these moments are invaluable, especially since I still know very little about the client at that point. The other side communicates on a different vibration from ours, so the messages must sometimes be slowed down. I do my best to retain as much as I can. I never analyze or question whether I am imagining things. I simply share what my heart tells me. When the session begins, I share everything I received beforehand. The client usually identifies the loved one behind the messages, often someone they hoped would come through. Sometimes two or more voices overlap, and I need to pause and let things settle. In one extraordinary session, I was overwhelmed by the simultaneous voices of several speakers, as if they were talking loudly over one another. I described this to the client, and she smiled. She told me her family was Italian, and that was precisely how they behaved when alive.
Some sessions are excruciating. I feel deep compassion when my clients cry, but I also know the tears will lead to healing. Often, the simple knowledge that their loved one is at peace brings comfort and a sense of closure. I am only satisfied when the sessions touch my clients’ hearts. My mission is to bring peace and healing wherever I can. If I can ease pain and, with God’s help, turn sadness into smiles, then I feel fulfilled.
When the session ends, I close down with a brief prayer of thanks. I thank God for allowing me to serve. I ground myself again before heading downstairs to the living room, where I enjoy a cup of coffee and a bit of Judge Judy on TV. I try not to dwell on the sessions so that I can return to myself. At times, however, I am profoundly affected, especially when the session involves the loss of a child or the pain of a violent death. In those moments, I turn to nature, where I can find peace again.
I love what I do, and I love all my clients; I consider them friends and family. We laugh together, cry together, we are one in spirit and love.
I am truly blessed.
