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While at Camp Widow this past weekend I had an oppprtunity to have a reading with the medium Mark Anthony. I knew he was going to call to set up a time as I had been on a waiting list for about 5 months. Turns out he had a cancellation the next day and I jumped at the chance. I figured, what better place to have a reading? If it was awful I had plenty of people around to hug me if it was a good reading I had people around to high 5 with me. And it seemed like a sign, I mean I had packed myself up and traveled half way across the country to do something for myself, by myself.
So at 1:00 on Sunday I found myself sitting on the floor with my cell phone plugged into the wall right beside where the Widowed Village Booth had been. I was pretty open to the idea of a medium although a little skeptical as I had once gone to a pretty well known physic (Different than a medium) and she was way, way off on her predictions. So I came into this with no expectations, no questions prepared and no tissues.
He called a few minutes before 1, explained the process and off we went. Right off the bat he asked about my daughter and warned me that I had a budding medium on my hands. Well shit I thought, what was I supposed to do with that piece of info? But its true, my daughter is very connected with the spiritual world. It freaks me out the things that she sees.
Then he told me I had a lot of people waiting to come thru, first off was my Mom. He said she was small, but mighty and very determined to be first. LOL my Mom in a nutshell. What was said was very affirming for me and there was stuff that no one could have known unless they knew my Mom. My Mom also laughed at my frustration with my daughter but promised that she would be just fine.
My Dad came thru next. In my usual Dad fashion he brought up stuff that used to drive me crazy. It was very comforting to know that my decisions regarding my Dad were spot on and appreciated. And then to end it he brought up the Panama Canal where my Dad served in World War II. I had heard the stories so, so many times that after my Dad died, I told my brothers that at least I will never have to listen to another Panama Canal story again. Great sense of humor my Dad has !
Finally Keith came thru. I didnt know what to expect when it came to hearing from him. I mean I was pretty sure that he has been messing with me and he did admit it. He said I needed to lighten up sometimes. He also said he was loving the transformation I am making in myself. he always knew it was there but was happy that I am reclaiming myself and choosing to live life my way. He had some messages for his family and when I think they are open to it I will relay them. He also thanked me for my last decision regarding his care the last few days. He knew he could trust me to do the right thing. Whew, that has really been a major sticking point in my mind. He also had things to say about our daughter but I wont go into that.
All in all, I had a great reading and my skeptism is pretty much gone. I will say that going in with no expectations is the way to go, but OMG, do NOT forget the tissues!
By the way, my daughter attended a group reading back in Illinois on the same day. Her Dad was the only one to come through at the very end of the reading. Apparantly, with the time changes, our readings turned out to be at the exact same time. I had hijacked her spirits!