Thursday, December 7, 2017
Quotes here are just my best recollections, not transcriptions of actual lines from John or others.
On Tuesday night, I attended my very first group reading with a medium, and because it was my first time, I wanted to start with one of the best: Long Island's own John Edward.
Though I went into this event as a believer, I kept an open mind...for doubt. I allowed the voices of the naysayers some space in my mind, and I promised myself to stay focused and not let my emotions get the better of me. To put it another way, I waited for John to prove himself.
If you don't feel like reading further, I'll sum it up neatly: he was amazing, even more so than I remembered from his TV show, and he worked his ass off trying to validate every single message he received from the spirits. Even though a good number of people tried to interrupt him, he just kept plowing ahead nonstop, and by doing so, he proved he knew more (because of the soul sharings of the spirits coming through) than those of us in attendance could tell him.
Doubt and cynicism come really easily to some people, and though I pity those whose default response is always dark and dreary, I certainly do understand their passionate desire for truth and validation. The thing is, so does John Edward.
I watched him time and time again as people tried to sideswipe spirit and hijack the readings. People rows away from the people he singled out would wave their hands at him ready to burst out, "I have a relative named Joe who's passed as well!" or "I'm a teacher, too! This must be for me!" He could have so easily grabbed hold of the opportunity and run with it, but instead, he stuck with the person and said, "No, I'm still with you guys. Who is the A-N connection for you?" It was Anna, the wife of the older man standing up behind me and the mother of the five girls standing around him.
This group fascinated me in a few different ways, because he started off by mentioning a Bob who was passed, but none of them knew who Bob was. They tried to make a connection, but John stopped them. "No, I'll get back to it. I just gotta go in the back door." He then proceeded to validate a long line of details for them, each one eliciting a quiet gasp from the people involved or the audience as a whole. Ten minutes passed of these great validations, and then all of a sudden, John collected himself, stood up straight, and announced a shift.
"Now. Here's what will happen at a lot of these group readings. Someone else here in the room is connected to your family somehow. Did you bring someone who's maybe sitting elsewhere in the room?" They shook their heads as we all looked around at the other 200 or so people in attendance. "No, I don't think so," one of the women said. On the opposite side of the room near the front, a woman's hand went up, and she was handed a microphone. "I work with her," she said. "I recognized her voice when she spoke before, but didn't know she'd be here."
The vibration of the room ticked up a bit, and John went on.
"Your mom, Anna," he said, pointing to the group standing behind me, "is bringing through your father," he said, looking now at the woman up front. "Your dad is Bob, yes?" he asked the woman. "Yes," she said, and there it was. I was gobsmacked. Cue the fireworks over Cinderella Castle.
John Edward doesn't stretch or guess, except to understand what it is the spirits are trying to tell him. He even admitted at one point that he asked a younger male energy 17 times how he passed, but the spirit wouldn't tell him. The people in the room throughout the evening kept trying to stretch and guess, but John wouldn't allow it. He shushed them, told them they were wrong more often than not when they tried to do this, and he stayed firm to the details he was getting in the specific directions he was being pulled to deliver them.
You know how when you attend a magic show or watch one on TV, you say to yourself, "Now how did he do that?" I imagine skeptics attending a reading with a medium might ask themselves the same. The thing is, there are no tricks here, no matter what some dumb YouTube video you once saw convinced you to believe. The truth is, an expert medium like John Edward or Tyler Henry is getting information from somewhere other than the physical world and the minds within it, and they're able to translate this information with amazing accuracy.
To that point, John reminded us that we all use shorthand and emojis to communicate with each other in this world through texts and instant messenger, yet for some reason, we expect our loved ones who have crossed over to put on a Broadway production of Cats for us. It's a super valid point, don't you agree? Given the circumstances of what we're dealing with here, it's nothing short of invigorating to witness a medium of John's abilities in action.
I've already written a lot here, and to further make my point (I hope), I'm now going to make you understand my shorthand as well, and do your own translation work from my notes. As a writer, I've mastered the art of good shorthand, so while I enjoy reporting, I don't trust my memories alone.
I hope you'll see from the above and the notes below, I could tell you much more about my two hours in a room with John Edward. I may write more about some of this, but will just throw my notes at you for now. Feel free to ask me anything in particular anytime!
coins, flickering lights, orbs...guys, with cell phones now, a speck of dust can fall down and bam, you've got an orb...be realistic..."I could make anyone cry = slimy = not what I like to do"...1st year of loss = coasting, but 2nd year harder because so many of their supporters have drifted away...are we united or divided right now in the world...divided...the p word we need to understand is not politics but perspective, allow it to help us understand people...whole episode of South Park dedicated to me, more kids found me through that episode than through my TV shows...he describes himself as 48, OCD, Libra, lapsed Catholic, somewhat Christian...once saw musical notes going up from a woman in audience and thought it was someone blowing bubbles, walked over and saw she was praying rosary...see thoughts to loved ones who have died like texts, people don't respond right away...Heaven has multiple levels and we keep evolving..."Made in Heaven" movie, "Defending Your Life", reincarnation real, "Hello From Heaven" book; NDEs word you hear most is euphoric (or bliss); "Nobody passes alone" - JE...pre-9/11 he was overwhelmed with negative feelings to the point he felt incapacitated, hard to get out of bed; 9/10 death and dying episode on Larry King; 911 call emanating from his hotel suite on 9/11; knew South American plane would crash; spirits can intervene but not interfere
Monday, August 14, 2017
Sometimes, your brain plays tricks on you. It clouds your real vision, forcing you to see all the negative, and virtually none of the positive.
And then you remember...to turn it off.
You remember too late, perhaps, after too much heartache and pain, but you do eventually remember.
You make a conscious decision to turn your brain off, and your soul on.
The soul is who you really are. You are a being of light confined for a time, wrapped up for a time in the mortal coil of human life. You are confined, in a way, but you're never really trapped. You're never really helpless or hopeless or dark.
The human brain is like a super computer weighing heavily on the lily pad of peace floating within you. It's the part of you that helps you function here as a human being. It reminds your muscles and bones to move as they're supposed to, and tells the other parts when you're about to stand up, or extend your arms, or even scream. And while the brain needs rest, such calm relaxation is simply another bodily function, and no more.
Resting your brain is not the same as engaging your soul.
The soul is like the sun. It's always shining, even if you can't see it, even if you can't feel it, and yes, even if you find yourself immersed in the darkness. Just as you go about your day without constantly thinking about the sun outside, and go about your evening without thinking about the sun still shining on another part of the planet, so too do you easily forget about your soul. And yet, strange as it may seem, your soul never forgets about you.
It flickers constantly, an unending, bright-burning flame within you that can never be vanquished. It's the part of you that sees beyond this human life and all your silly entanglements here. It smiles warmly at the person trying to cause you pain, or make you angry. It sends only love out to the worst among you, up to and including the worst parts of yourself.
Even though your soul is never really off, you too often forget it's there, and you allow the tricks and treacheries of your brain to do all your thinking for you.
Through meditation and practice, you can learn to turn your brain off, and allow your soul's light to shine brightly within you. You can do this in bed at night, or while you're praying in your favorite sacred place in town or at home, but you can also do it while walking down the hall, or speaking with someone at work or in the supermarket.
You can tell your brain to just stop doing all its brain-like things for awhile, and you can instead give yourself over to your peace-loving, life-loving, love-loving soul.
It isn't easy. God knows, it isn't easy. And in those moments when you feel your saddest, or darkest, or most guilty or unworthy, you may feel like even your soul is against you. That again, however, is just your brain playing tricks on you.
Your soul wants only joy, and peace, and love. When all is dark and sad, the sun still shines brightly on your lily pad of peace. Your brain goes off, your soul shines brighter, and all is perfect. It's there, right now, inside you, and it's waiting for you to sit back and relax. Go there now for just a minute or two if you can't do more. Sit on your inner lily pad of peace, and breathe deeply with the light of your soul.