Mediumship by Marilyn

Early on I had psychic and mediumship awareness, but didn’t understand it. I was always inexplicably drawn to spirituality, mysticism and clairvoyance, yet like many, I was very skeptical of the whole thing.

 

My first awareness occurred on an airplane. I had rushed to board a plane from Buffalo to Albany to see my sweet grandmother who was very ill. I was praying that I would make it in time to give her a last kiss. I was deep in thought when I suddenly raised my head to glance out the plane window and saw a lone white fluffy cloud float by, and I just knew then that my Nanny had passed exactly at that time and began to sob for not being there in time. Even with the time of passing confirmed, I now know that I didn’t need that validation because as with many, who have experienced these feelings - “you know … you just know”. It is clairsentience and claircognizance (a feeling, a knowing). My Nanny sent me a message although at that time, I didn’t know about mediumship nor about messages our loved ones send.

 

Although there were other instances, the second time I had a major awareness was on a Saturday evening while at a restaurant having dinner with close friends, I felt a strong urge that I needed to go right back home. I invited everyone back for dessert at our house saying ‘I need to be home because someone might be trying to reach me’. This was before cell phones. It turned out my strong urge was correct. My words were uttered exactly at the time my father lost his life during a robbery at his drug store and yes, I did receive that horrific call shortly after we all got back to the house.  

 

Thank you to my strong urges! This time it was to jealously seize the moment to spend a few quiet moments together with my two brothers who lived afar. We were a close family and we three hadn’t been together for a very long time.  My youngest brother had flown in to Buffalo from Israel to attend our uncle’s funeral as did myself from New Jersey and my brother from Florida. The plan was for us all to meet at the funeral, but my very strong urge to be together beforehand for a half hour prevailed. It was a wonderful brother/sister love-in which warmed each of our hearts. Sadly as it turned out this would be the last time we would be physically together because my youngest brother passed into the Spirit World while giving the eulogy for our uncle. Wow, how special that time was to hug and kiss each other.   

 

And one other stands out that still befuddles me to this day. It was a major unsolved (at the time) kidnapping and subsequent death of a 7-year old child in NYC. Each time when driving on a New Jersey highway going over a particular bridge with a motel in clear view below, I became enveloped in an overwhelming emotional heaviness and sadness that shook me to my core. I traveled this road often while joyfully singing to my favorite music on the radio until I arrived at that same overpass and “bingo”, all of the sudden, out of nowhere came the same reaction…every single time. My mind was speculating wildly, plus there had been much investigation with psychics, police investigations, suspects, the whole 9 yards. At first I thought it must be where the missing child is being kept, and I’m picking up a message. It was so strange. I’ll never know and will just send loving thoughts his way.