Thank You, Ruth Harper, And Goodbye

Thank You, Ruth Harper, And Goodbye

by Bob Olson

A recent newspaper article featured a story about a woman who was hit by a car and died. It was a hit-and-run accident that occurred just up the street from my home. Although we didn’t know the seventy-five-year-old woman, my wife, Melissa, and I could not help but to feel deeply disturbed by the news of her death. Let me explain why…

A couple years ago while I was driving down my street, I saw this same woman walking her dog. Her back was to me, but as soon as she heard my car, she turned and waved “hello.” Hesitantly, I waved back—I was afraid she would realize I was someone she did not know and think I was strange waving back at her. But in the time I thought about it, she was far behind me.

The next time I saw this woman walking her dog, she again turned at the sound of my car and began waving to me. Not so surprised this time, I waved back with enthusiasm. It felt good to have a new friend in the world to wave “hello” to.

This went on for some time. I was excited for Melissa to witness this kind woman’s greeting, so one day when I spotted the woman down the road, I forewarned Melissa that she was in for a treat by exclaiming, “Oh, there’s my new friend…” As I drove by waving, Melissa waved along too with a curious look on her face.

As my schedule changed, I didn’t see the nice woman anymore. Melissa would often comment, “I wonder where our friend is today.” As silly as it may sound, we felt a sadness whenever we drove down the street without seeing her.

The newspaper interviewed the man who found the woman’s body. The man said he didn’t know the woman, but he normally saw her on his way to breakfast—she always waved to him as he drove by. This particular morning he didn’t see her. On his return from breakfast, he noticed her body on the side of the snow-covered road. Although he phoned the police immediately from his cellular phone, her injuries were fatal. She was pronounced dead at the hospital a couple hours later.

Melissa mentioned to me that she felt compelled to go to the funeral services. “But we don’t even know her,” I said, not admitting I felt the same impulse. “I know,” she responded, “I just feel like we had a connection with her.” I agreed, of course. And it was then that I discovered a little lesson about life.

I don’t know if this sweet woman was a little nutty or just unusually friendly, but her simple gesture of waving “hello” to every car that drove by somehow touched people. I know she touched Melissa, myself and that man who found her on the side of the road. I’m sure there were many others.

I drive by many of the same people day after day and feel nothing. Heck, I have worked with people day in and day out and felt less connection with them. Perhaps if they had just returned a smile now and then it would have been different. Instead, sometimes the best part of my day was when a stranger waved to me on my way home.

I’m not suggesting that we all begin waving “hello” to strangers, but I can think of worse habits to start. I’ll bet most car drivers have exchanged derogatory hand signals to a lot more strangers than they have waved “hello” to. Why are we so uncomfortable waving “hello” to people we don’t know?

Have you ever smiled at someone in the hall at work, or on the street, and had them just stare blankly at you? Doesn’t that feel lousy? Why are we so cold to one another? Especially when it feels so good to exchange… well, I guess I’ll call it an expression of love.

Couldn’t a wave “hello” be considered a gesture that sends a little love? A smile might fall into the same category, although I think it’s safer to smile at someone than to give them a big wave. So a wave must send more love than a smile. And a hug would be sending even more love. And a kiss would hold a mountain of love.

Ever hug a child? Ever be hugged by a child—one of those great big bear hugs? It feels so good it makes your spine melt. Children don’t hold back their love until adults teach them to. That’s why nobody hesitates to wave or smile at a child—we know the child will reciprocate. Maybe that is our problem; we fear that others won’t reciprocate the love we send.

Perhaps the reason we sometimes stare blankly at a person who smiles at us is because we are caught off-guard, even suspicious, of anyone we don’t know who is sending us love. “What do they want? They must want something from me? Am I being manipulated here? I must beware.”

By the time we think it through and realize that there are no strings attached to their smile, the person is gone and the moment is over. Now we have hurt that person. Sure it’s a minor hurt, but we rejected them just the same. When we finally get a second chance to smile at that person at a future date, they’re gun shy and look away. They don’t want to risk being rejected again.

An individual only needs to be rejected a few times before he or she will stop waving and smiling at strangers altogether. Before you know it, nobody’s exchanging love with anyone they don’t know and trust. The result is the world as we know it—a world that needs more people who are not afraid to wave and smile at one another. Our world needs more people like that nice old woman on my street. Yet, now we have lost her.

With the help of this loving woman who wasn’t afraid to wave “hello” to everyone passing her on the street, I learned a valuable lesson. Unfortunately, she had to die before I really thought about it. I guess, though, it’s not unusual for death to teach us the most important lessons about life. Thanks to this wonderful soul, I have learned a lesson while I am still healthy and alive. Thank you, Ruth Harper, and goodbye.

 

What To Expect From Your First And Second Readings With A Psychic Medium

What To Expect From Your First And Second Readings With A Psychic Medium

by Bob Olson

In most cases, the first reading with a psychic medium is used for overcoming skepticism and determining if the medium is genuine and legitimate. The second reading, and any future reading, is for obtaining more meaningful messages from your lost loved-ones and spirit-guides.

When I had my first reading with a psychic medium, I was suspicious of getting duped by another phony psychic. I had seen plenty of psychics in the past who gave me a whole lot of nothing. In most cases, I was told vague messages about love and good fortune in my future, as well as a few complimentary messages that built my ego and made me feel pleased about the reading and the psychic. Some people might be walking on clouds when they leave these quacks; but later, after they have had time to think about the messages with a little more clarity and distance, most of these people realize they got a pile of generalities with a few future details that can’t be proven for an unknown period of time. Hogwash!

A psychic medium’s job during your first reading is to provide you with evidence that he or she is genuine. You need to determine that this medium isn’t just some person who had read a book on developing their psychic abilities and figured it was a good way to make some extra grocery money. It took my first medium at least an hour of unmitigated evidence to convince me that my father and grandmother were truly there in the room with us (even though I couldn’t see them the way she did). In this hour, the medium gave me several names of my relatives and friends (dead and living), past memories (many of which I had forgotten), and detailed information about my life and the lives of people in my life.

This detailed information didn’t build up my ego. The psychic medium didn’t say anything about how wealthy or famous I was going to be. She was simply a stranger describing my life like she had known me since I was a little boy. Of course, it wasn’t her that knew this information; it was my grandmother and father in spirit who were relaying these family memories, including a few family secrets, through the medium to me.

My experience is not unlike the first readings of most people. Since most readings only last an hour, it is common that the majority of that time is spent on providing evidence and overcoming skepticism. Depending on your degree of skepticism and the clarity of the messages that come through, you may require more than a one-hour reading to overcome your suspicions.

Even the best mediums in the world have off days. After all, mediums are human, too. So there are several factors that will determine how many readings, or how many hours, it will take before you are convinced the medium is really communicating with your Uncle Barney from the other side. One of those factors is your own attitude (skepticism, openness, acceptance, fears) toward that medium and the messages coming through.

In most cases, however, your second reading will be easier for both you and the medium. It’s funny because when people get readings from more than one medium on my recommended psychic medium list, I hear a lot of people tell me that the second medium they went to was a lot better than the first. What is funny about this is that some people tell me that medium “A” was better than medium “B” and an equal number tell me that medium “B” was better than medium “A.”

My theory is that the first medium helped the person overcome their skepticism to a certain degree, but not fully. As a result, the person was much more open and accepting when he or she went to the second medium. It was their change in attitude, not the competency of the medium, that made their second reading so much better. To understand this with greater detail, read my article on The Five Things You Should Know Before Attending A Private Reading Or Medium Demonstration. That article explains how the client’s attitude can affect the clarity of the messages coming through to the medium.

Your experience with mediumship is a process. My first reading lasted three hours. That was a heap of information to have dumped on me in one sitting. I think most people would do better to have three one-hour sittings than one three-hour sitting. This would give you time to process the information and insights between readings without risking a mental meltdown. After a lifetime of wondering about the finality of death, it makes more sense to grow into the reality of an afterlife gradually.

If you are new to mediumship, plan on going to a medium more than once (it can be months or years apart if that is necessary). Expect the first reading to help you overcome your resistance to spirit communication. Don’t expect much in the way of meaningful messages if you have a lot of skepticism to plow through. Then, in the second reading, you can expect less evidence-building messages and more in the way of emotional healing—messages of forgiveness, insight into your loved-one’s condition in the spirit world, and messages of love and connectedness with people who have passed-on.

Five Things You Should Know Before Attending A Private Reading Or Medium Demonstration

Five Things You Should Know Before Attending A Private Reading Or Medium Demonstration

by Bob Olson

#1) Psychic mediums communicate with the spirit world.

The first thing you should know before going to a medium demonstration or private reading is that mediums are basically a human telephone to the spirit world—they communicate with spirits. Unfortunately, they are a telephone without a dial. They can’t just call up anyone from the spirit world with whom you want to talk. Instead, you get whoever is on the other end when the medium “links” with the spirit world.

#2) Spirits communicate with psychic mediums using four different methods.

The second thing you should know before going to a medium demonstration or private reading is that mediums can communicate with spirits in four different ways, or any combination of these four ways.

One, some mediums see spirits. Not every spirit chooses to show himself or herself to a medium who has this ability, but many of them do. If the medium can see spirits, part of the communication will be based on sight. A medium may see something in their mind’s eye (as an inner vision), or they may see spirits the way they see other people (as a physical manifestation, except the spirits are more ethereal, ghostly).

Two, some mediums can hear spirits. In this method, the spirits actually talk to the medium verbally. The medium may hear the communication in their mind (like hearing thoughts), or they may hear the spirit the way they would hear you or I talking to them. Unfortunately, some spirits are not the greatest communicators and what the medium actually hears may sound more like a faint radio station than a clear telephone signal. This is one reason why some readings are so detailed and accurate while others are sketchy. Just try talking to someone using a cheap set of walkie-talkies and you’ll experience what it’s like chatting with a weak communicator from the spirit world.

Three, some mediums receive messages telepathically, as an inner knowing or inner sensing. Messages are sent from the spirit’s mind to the medium’s mind, and vice versa. Here, the spirit might flash a picture or a word in the medium’s mind. Spirits have the ability to use the medium’s brain as a file cabinet, and they will search through that medium’s knowledge and experiences for ways to best communicate what they want to convey.

For example, if a spirit wants to give the medium the name Sandy, they might flash (in the medium’s mind) the face of a person whom the medium knows named Sandy. If they want to get the medium to say the word “coffee,” they might show the medium someone’s cat that had the name Coffee. This can be confusing and requires that the medium interpret what they are seeing in their mind. For instance, the medium might say cat rather than coffee; and to the person being read, the medium might appear wrong when the medium is actually just “misinterpreting” the message.

Four, some mediums get feelings or sensations in their body and mind, both physical and emotional. A spirit can make the medium feel sad if they are trying to convey the message of depression. Or they can make the medium’s lungs feel tight if they are trying to convey the message that someone had pneumonia or lung cancer. It is not uncommon that a medium will feel a painful sensation in the head if the spirit is trying to relay the message that there was a head trauma that caused death. This could be due to an auto accident or suicide (or any number of causes), so the spirit will also send another message—perhaps a telepathic picture of a smashed car—to complete the story for the medium.

#3) Everyone present has an effect on the clarity of the messages coming through.

The third thing you should know before going to a medium demonstration or private reading is that the person being read (the sitter), and anyone in the room (people attending the reading with the sitter or audience members in a demonstration), can affect the clarity of the messages.

In a reading, for instance, if you are skeptical, the messages might not be quite as clear as they could be if you were more open-minded. If you are fearful or angry, this low mental energy could inhibit the clarity of the messages. If you are on medication or abusing drugs or alcohol, your mental and emotional clarity could also affect the clarity of the messages.

Likewise, the entire audience can affect the clarity of the spirit communication at a medium demonstration. If the audience as a whole is very open, accepting and light-hearted, this helps the medium, as it would help any speaker on stage. If the audience as a whole is skeptical, apathetic or angry, this can negatively affect the medium, as it might affect any speaker in front of such a group. Spirit communication is about energy. If the energy in the room is low, it makes it more difficult for the medium to raise his or her energy to connect with spirit. If the energy is high, it can assist the medium to raise his or her energy.

We can all help mediums to have an extremely clear path while on stage, or in a private reading, by sending them our love and acceptance. Say a little prayer to help the medium receive perfect clarity in their communication. Don’t sit there with your arms folded and an angry look on your face. Lighten up. Relax. Have fun. One message that often comes through for people from their spirit-guides is that they need to lighten up—don’t be so serious! Many spirits have communicated to mediums that when they crossed-over to the spirit world and looked back at their life, they were regretful that they were so darn serious and didn’t have more fun while they were here.

#4) The medium only wants you to answer Yes, No or Maybe.

The fourth thing you should know before going to a medium demonstration or private reading is that during a reading—whether a three-minute reading or a one-hour reading—all you need to do is answer Yes, No or Maybe. You don’t need to do much talking during a reading. Let the medium do the talking. You are there to listen.

If what the medium says doesn’t make sense to you, just say you don’t know or don’t understand what they are talking about. Don’t try to make it fit! If the medium asks if you had a dog named Freckles, don’t say, “I had a cat named Mittens!” Don’t try to make the message fit if it doesn’t. The medium will figure out what the message means without you interpreting it yourself.

At the same time, if the medium says that Frances is here, and your mother’s name is Francine, don’t say you have no idea what they are talking about. Or if the medium says that your father is wearing a police uniform but your father wore a security uniform, remember that you don’t have to be a medium to mix that one up—anyone could make that mistake. Keep in mind that the clarity of communication may be more like an AM radio station than a telephone. Small inaccuracies are expected. Don’t hold the medium to exact measurements.

#5) Don’t feed the medium!

The fifth, and final, piece of advice I have for you before going to a medium demonstration or private reading is: “Don’t Feed The Medium!” If the medium tells you that your Uncle Charlie is present. Don’t blurt out, “Oh, my goodness, my Uncle Charlie was a police officer who lost his leg in the war and died two years ago in a car accident!” Let the medium tell you these things. If you offer that information yourself, then you miss out on the excitement and validation you could gain if the medium was about to tell you those details.

 

In Memory of Matthew

In Memory of Matthew

by Bob Olson

(This poem was written by the author when he was a teenager. He wrote it for the parents of a five-year-old boy who was killed by a car when he crossed the street. The mother said it was her saving grace – she read it ten times a day.)

Many happy times we shared,
Your smile will never leave me.
That smirk of love that showed you cared,
Was there whenever need be.

You brought to me five gifted years,
And now I long to hold you.
I think of you and drown in tears,
Because I know I told you…

“Please be careful, please go slow,
Do ‘not’ run in the street.”
But you so young, how could you know,
The danger you would meet.

They say don’t cry, be brave, be strong,
But they don’t know my sorrow.
Life seems unfair, so mean, so wrong,
How will I face tomorrow?

For you, my son, filled every day,
With sunshine, love and kindness.
Those memories now pave my way,
Through the shadows of my blindness.

You know that I am grateful,
God blessed my life with thee;
And now that you are ready,
You shall spend the rest with He.

I know it’s right that you so nice
Should rise through heaven’s gate,
And even if you “had” looked twice,
There’s no-escaping God’s planned fate.

I understand you’re with Him now,
And joy is yours forever.
He sent us you to teach us how
To take life lightly never.

And now I’ve learned,
And you shall see,
How all you taught
Will better me.

 As you would want, life will go on,
But not without your spirit.
With you in mind, I’ll rise each dawn,
With a smile like you would wear it.

And one day too will I be blessed,
To rejoice with God as you do.
And on that day my prayers will rest,
To rejoin with you, my Matthew.

 

Aren’t Psychics Just A Bunch Of Phony Scam Artists?

Aren’t Psychics Just A Bunch Of Phony Scam Artists?

by Bob Olson

Mention the word “psychics” to people and many will burst out laughing in a gesture of cynical disbelief. Others will shrug their shoulders confessing that they just don’t know what to believe. And most everyone who does believe will still admit they are selective with whom they talk to about such matters due to the stigma of being a believer.

The truth is: there really are genuine and legitimate psychically gifted people in this world. Unfortunately, it is also true that there are phonies and frauds in the business. Just as when locating a family doctor, lawyer or psychiatrist—or a reputable holistic practitioner—one must do some research and expend a little effort to locate a truly gifted psychic.

Personal recommendations from reliable and creditable sources are always better than choosing a psychic out of the phone book or other paid advertisements. Sometimes (although not always) the best psychics and mediums will have rather high fees ranging from $60 to $200 for a reading. The reason for this is that the really gifted ones are often trying to juggle the demand for their services. Word spreads quickly when you’re blowing people’s minds, and some psychics and mediums find themselves booking months or years ahead. Those fees might sound extravagant to some, but I guess even in the world of the paranormal you sometimes get what you pay for.

To rephrase: Yes, there are phony scam artists out there, but there are also real people with real psychic abilities. Not only do we at OfSpirit.com know this is true, we are here to educate you about these extraordinarily gifted individuals, and help you locate one that best fits your personal needs.

 

Does Everyone Have The Gift Of Mediumship?

Does Everyone Have The Gift Of Mediumship?

by Bob Olson

One of the most common questions asked of mediums is if everyone has the ability to communicate with spirits the way they do. I have heard a lot of mediums answer yes to this question, but I think it is out of a need to avoid sounding egotistic. That is a loaded question if you think about it. If they answer no, then they appear egotistical. If they answer yes, then they are answering the question without really thinking it through.

The fact is that we do all have the ability to communicate with spirit, just like we all have the ability to paint pictures and play the piano. But some people are going to paint like Picasso and play the piano like Amadeus while the rest of us will be painting clowns by number and playing Chopsticks on the piano.

Mediumship is a gift, much like art or music. I could learn to play the piano fairly well with years of practice, but I’m never going to be a concert pianist. That’s the difference between “learning” how to be a medium and naturally having the gift. The mediums I write about in this book are naturals. Some have studied to improve their gift, but most have known of their unique abilities since childhood. Before many of them ever read a book about psychic mediumship, they were giving readings to friends and coworkers the way some people show others their latest card trick.

With that said, I have been to workshops that teach mediumship where a few students have discovered an impressive, and unexpected, ability to connect with spirit. While some gifted individuals know they have unusual psychic abilities, they often don’t realize just how gifted they are, or how to use it. It is not uncommon that someone will attend one of these workshops and discover a hidden talent of which they were not fully aware. But we must keep in mind that these people were not totally unaware of their gift; they were drawn to the workshop for a reason.

I once attended a workshop offered by psychic medium Gordon Smith from Scotland. I didn’t go intending to discover any profound ability in myself—in fact, I really stunk at it—but I was curious to see how other beginners would rate. I was quite surprised by what took place.

The workshop was presented at the First Spiritualist Church of Quincy, Massachusetts, on a Wednesday evening. About forty people attended. Gordon took us through several workshop experiments to test our abilities. The first was an exercise where we attempted to learn something about a stranger (our workshop partner) by picking up information through their aura. I was astounded at how well some people did. One attendee picked up on his partner’s childhood trauma, another on her partner’s honeymoon memories, and a third on her partner’s work related problems. My mind went completely blank. The best I could hope for was that my partner had no past, but that wasn’t the case.

The second exercise involved psychometry. Attendees would hold something personal that belonged to a perfect stranger—like a watch, piece of jewelry or a scarf—and they would see what information they could pick up from that object. Dawn, the girl who held my watch, said it was a gift I had given to myself in celebration of something, but that it no longer held the importance it once had when I first bought it. Not bad, I thought. The watch was a gift I had given myself in celebration of overcoming a five-year depression. The watch had lost its significance to me because it had been seven years since I overcame that horrible depression, and I was allowing myself to move on from it after having made peace with that growth experience in my life.

Finally, Gordon tried our hands at mediumship. I happened to get paired up with a guy named Craig for this exercise. I didn’t know Craig personally, but I knew he was a healer at the church. When Melissa, her sister, Deb, and I visited this church on Easter to see a guest medium from England, Craig was the healer who surprised Melissa by causing her eyelids to flutter uncontrollably for about ten minutes. Craig wasn’t a medium, but had been offering his healing gift to the church for years. The night of Gordon Smith’s workshop, Craig told me that he came to the workshop to see if he might havemediumship abilities as well.

Craig was the first to give mediumship an effort; I would go second. When Gordon gave the signal to start, Craig sat with his hands palms-up on his knees. This isn’t how most mediums work—most mediums just start talking—but Craig was obviously using his healing meditation methods to connect with spirit. I think it was the best way he knew to clear his conscious thoughts. Next, Craig’s eyelids began fluttering the way Melissa had described of her own eyelids on Easter. Then his fingers started twitching as if he was getting shock treatments. He sat like this for a few minutes while I waited and watched.

To our side was John Holland, an experienced medium who was rattling off messages from spirit to one of the workshop attendees. The woman was the odd-man-out when everybody paired up, so John sat across from her so she wouldn’t have to miss the exercise. John sponsored Gordon Smith to come to the United States from Scotland, so John was at the workshop as the sponsor, not a workshop attendee. I thought to myself how intimidating it must be for Craig to be sitting there in complete silence while this famed medium was relaying messages like an auctioneer. It didn’t seem to affect Craig. In fact, he was so silent and still—except for his eyelids and fingers—that I wondered if we lost him in the cosmos somewhere.

Slow and peacefully, Craig opened his eyes. His fingers stopped twitching. He told me he had linked with a man in spirit. I thought to myself, jokingly, “Sure you did Craig; and I’m Superman.” I figured he was getting caught up in the moment. Then he gave me some unexpected messages.

“The man here has a ruddy complexion. He’s rugged looking. He’s wearing a plaid flannel shirt. I don’t know who he is to you, but he is sitting beside you to your left with a hand on your shoulder,” said Craig.

I wasn’t sure whether to get excited or not. I knew that this would probably be my father if it were anybody at all. He certainly fit the description, even the plaid flannel shirt was about all my father would ever wear. But this was pretty vague information so far. I just listened without saying anything. Craig didn’t wait for me to respond; he went back into trance for thirty or forty seconds with more eye-fluttering and finger-twitching.

When he opened his eyes again, Craig said, “ He’s telling me he had a problem with alcoholism. He’s very sad for what that did to you.” Right there I knew it was my father. This is a message my father sends me every time a medium gives me a reading, beginning with my first reading by Vicki Monroe. I keep telling my father that I forgive him for the alcoholism, but this is either an issue my father continues to struggle with or a signal for me to identify him as the spirit coming through.

“He’s very emotional,” said Craig, visibly feeling choked up by my father’s emotion. “I think he died about four or five years ago,” he added. That was correct. I was really impressed by this time that this newcomer to mediumship was so accurate on his first attempt. “He is still sitting beside you. I don’t know why, but he is down low to your side.” Craig quickly went back into trance as if to ask my father why he was showing himself so low to my side.

Craig opened his eyes again. “He has a hand on your shoulder. He tells me he is down low to your side to represent how he looked up to you while he was here. He says the two of you changed roles sometimes. Does that make sense?” Craig asked.

It did make sense. My father suffered with severe depressions that led him to self-medicate with alcohol. We changed roles because of my father’s alcoholism. Sometimes I had to be the adult even though I was a teenager because my father had reduced himself to a vulnerable child drowning in a sea of despair and confusion. As I sat with Craig, I recalled a recurring scene in my family’s dining room as my father soaked his white t-shirt in tears. He would plead with me to help him, to forgive him, to understand that he loved me even when his words or actions hadn’t indicated love. I would hold him for what seemed like hours while he sobbed, me balling along with him. He was lost. I was bewildered. And while Mom was working to pay the bills, I played adult trying to release the pressure of my father’s burdens and fears, comforting him during the darkest stage of his illness—the cry for help. I held an arm around him as he dialed one rehab hospital after another, begging them to admit him one more time. With each refusal, my father’s hope and presence diminished. When someone finally offered to admit him, we both sighed in exhaustion and relief, then rushed him to the hospital to detoxify.

My father eventually did stop drinking for twelve years before he died at the age of sixty-three. I was proud of him for that accomplishment. So it was difficult for me to understand why he tortured himself endlessly in the spirit world with memories of his drinking years. But, needless to say, I knew what Craig was talking about. Dad’s message was loud and clear, and I didn’t question that Craig had linked with him in spirit.

I told Craig that the messages he gave made a lot of sense. I explained that my father had often come through to other mediums with that same message, and that I wished he could get over his guilt and move on. I said that my entire family had forgiven my father a long time ago, and it was sad and unfortunate that he keep torturing himself. Craig said he would give my father that message. He quickly went back into trance.

After one more eye-fluttering finger-twitching moment of silence, Craig came back to consciousness. He had a gentle smile on his lips. He was so calm and peaceful, I felt relaxed just being near him.

“I told your father what you said,” Craig told me. “He was sitting low by your side. I’m sure he heard you say it yourself. Then two angels came down and took your father by each arm. They lifted him up so he was above you, not below. It was a beautiful vision. I believe your father heard your forgiveness this time. I think it helped him.”

I could tell that Craig was moved by what just happened. Whatever he witnessed must have been spectacular because his entire being was glowing. It was now my turn to give mediumship a go. I decided to try Craig’s method and do a little meditation to get started.

I closed my eyes and attempted to clear my thoughts. I could hear everyone around me giving messages to their workshop partners. I felt like a log on a stage. My mind was blank as Craig waited patiently for a message from beyond. I wondered how long I should sit there teasing him with anticipation. I felt bad for Craig that he got me as a partner. All I could think about was how well he did linking with my father. I thanked my father for coming through so clearly. I contemplated the effect this night might have on Craig, knowing that he would likely become a powerful medium one day.

After about a minute, I opened my eyes and said, “I’m way too excited about what you just did to be able to do this myself. Have you ever tried mediumship before?” I don’t think Craig cared that I sucked at mediumship. I think he was pretty excited about his performance, too. He told me that this was his first time, although he had been learning about mediumship for over a year. I guess he just never tried it before. For the next ten minutes I interviewed Craig like a reporter. I told him how I had been studying mediums for a couple years and that his performance was quite impressive. Then I encouraged him to continue improving his gift with practice.

Melissa’s partner didn’t do too shabby either. She told Melissa that she had a sixth sense for predicting bad omens in her life. She had an inner knowing (premonition) that she was going to get into a car accident and, a short time later, it happened. She had an inner knowing that a certain man was going to attack her and it happened. Later, she had the same feeling about another man and he, too, attacked her. Finally, she had an inner knowing that her stepmother was dying and that turned out to come true as well. The woman explained that the car accident and personal attacks happened because she didn’t trust her inner knowing and walked right into these dangerous situations despite her premonitions. Now she wanted to learn to trust her gift and discover how to use it for more positive things not just the bad stuff.

At first Melissa’s partner had no success linking with spirit. Melissa thought it might help if she thought of my father, knowing he was a strong communicator from the other side. She wondered if her partner would pick up on his energy as she thought about him. Without telling her partner who she was thinking about, it worked! The woman immediately picked up on my father’s energy. This was at the same time that Craig was linking with my father, too.

Okay, time for a quick lesson. Spirits can be in more than one place at one time. I know this is hard to understand for some people, but it is true. Someone in the spirit world can be in an infinite number of places at any given moment. So my father could be with me, Melissa, and even my mother and my sister all at the same time.

People who have had near death experiences claim to have been in several places at once while they were officially dead for a few minutes. One woman said she was in her hospital room overlooking the doctors trying to revive her, in the hospital’s hallway listening to her brother-in-law talking, and at her sister’s home across the country watching her sister look for her car keys—all at the same time. After the woman was revived and feeling better, she was able to verify everything she had heard while officially dead: exactly what the doctor’s were saying at the time she had flat-lined, the exact words her brother-in-law had spoken in the hallway, and the exact events her sister had experienced while looking for her car keys that day.

Melissa’s partner told her she was getting an older man who was old enough to be Melissa’s father, but she knew from an earlier exercise that Melissa’s father was still alive. This confused the woman because she said the man was too young to be Melissa’s grandfather but she was getting a fatherly energy from him. Since I’d been with Melissa since we were kids, my father loved her as his daughter. A few mediums have told me during my own readings that my father always shows Melissa as one of his children; and to my humorous delight, this always confuses the mediums.

Melissa’s partner described my father as having gray hair and a button-down plaid shirt with a collar. She added that my father was showing himself with his arm around Melissa and a smile on his face. She said he made her feel happy and was joking with her. This was contrary to the introduction Craig was getting from my father at that same moment, but it was a side to my father that most other mediums have experienced.

My father is ecstatic in the spirit world, and enjoying himself immensely. He always jokes around during my readings, saying that he was too serious in his earthly life and is now making up for those gloomy years. Although he would become emotional when talking about his years of alcoholism or my five-year depression, the rest of his messages always had a comedic twist that kept the mediums smiling and laughing.

You can probably imagine our surprise when Melissa and I swapped stories on the ride home from the workshop that night. I found the fact that my father came through to both beginner mediums in two completely different moods a rather curious occurrence. We can only speculate on the reason he did this; I really don’t know why. Even more significant was the fact that both of our partners linked with spirit. For a beginner’s workshop, that was unlikely. My conclusion? Never underestimate anyone’s ability to communicate with spirit.

Even if Melissa’s partner and Craig never improve their abilities enough to become mediums by profession, they are still several steps above painting by number or playing Chopsticks. I’ve heard many people say that their art or music talent isn’t good enough to make a living from it, but the exercise in itself has personal benefits that are priceless. I’m sure Craig and that woman left the workshop that night feeling they would have paid thousands of dollars for that experience. If you have never had your own experience linking with spirit, perhaps you don’t have a natural gift of mediumship. But then again… maybe you do.

 

Psychic Mediums Are People Too!

Psychic Mediums Are People Too!

by Bob Olson

As the author of a book on psychic mediums, I think it is important that I tell you a little secret about the “people” behind the gift. Well, there I go giving the secret away already: psychic mediums are people, not enlightened beings from beyond. It is important for the public to know this, and it is important for mediums that the public knows this, too.

Out of the twenty-five or so top psychic mediums I know from around the world, a few smoke cigarettes and are trying to quit, a couple struggle with their weight, a couple suffer with anxiety, some are threatened by the success of other mediums, a few of them wrestle with money issues, several have physical ailments or conditions, one suffers with depression, and almost every one of them has fears and insecurities that are no different than your average person’s.

Apparently, mediums are human too. They also need to learn as they go—just like us. Although we may associate their gift as existing to help others, that is partly our selfish perspective. It is selfish because we want to believe they are here to help us, to provide us with messages from the other side. It is selfish because that perspective does not allow mediums to also be human. Their gift is helpful to others, but that is not their only purpose for living. They also exist to be sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, grandparents, friends, coworkers and so on. The public needs to allow mediums to be human.

Mediums are souls that have come into this world to learn and grow just like the rest of us. If they were all-knowing, they would be God. But they are not all-knowing. They lose their keys. They get in car accidents. They get lost in strange places. They make mistakes. They have needs. And they get worried and nervous just like every other human being on this earth. They even grieve when someone they know crosses-over to the spirit world.

Yes, they grieve the loss of loved-ones. Sure they have the ability to communicate with the other side, but they can’t conjure up anyone anytime they choose. Their loved-one’s spirit may visit them sometime, but there is no guarantee. Some mediums go years without contact from a parent, spouse or child. Why? Who knows? Perhaps they needed time to grieve. The point I want to make is that mediums also grieve the earthly death of people they know and love. They grieve the physical loss—the hugs, their physical presence and for lovers, the lovemaking—and they grieve the companionship of their loved-ones.

Many mediums need to see another medium if they wish to communicate with their deceased loved-ones. Strangely, most mediums I know do not consult with other mediums. I know only a few who do. But many have told me it is something they would like to do if they could find more time. Gee, that sounds like something every other human being would say.

Generally, from my experience knowing mediums and studying mediums, they know as little about themselves as we do. In other words, mediums can guide us by communicating with our spirit-guides; but when it comes to their own personal matters, they have about as much insight as any other human being. A few get a little guidance from communicating with their own spirit-guides, but they don’t get all the answers. In fact, they don’t get much more than you and I can get using our own intuition.

To enhance your understanding of why mediums are as limited in their insight concerning themselves as we are, let me explain an important point. We come to this place called earth to learn and experience things. This leads to growth—spiritual growth. If mediums knew everything about themselves, they wouldn’t make mistakes and they wouldn’t fail. Without failure and mistakes, they wouldn’t learn and grow. So what would be the point? Do you think mediums are only here to assist other people through life? They are here to help us, but that is not their only purpose. They are also here to learn their own lessons before returning home to the spirit world.

The truth is that we can’t learn everything from our spirit-guides. My own guides have explained to me (through mediums) that if they told me everything there would be no point to it all. We learn from our successes and failures. We learn from our good and bad choices—often in hindsight, unfortunately. If someone told us exactly what we should do every step of the way, there would be no successes and no failures in our relationships, in business or in our personal development. There would be no successes because we couldn’t take credit for doing something that we were told or guided to do, something that was sure to lead us to success. And there would be no failures because our guides would always be telling us how to succeed. How boring and uneducational would that be?

Imagine going to a casino in Las Vegas and knowing you could not lose. You would win playing the slot machines. You would win playing craps. You would win playing poker. You would win playing Keno. What fun would that be? How much money do you really need? I can assure you that after a while you would just get bored with the winning and go home. The only reason it might sound great to you now is because you have not had that experience, you actually know what it is like to lose at the casino. But if all you ever did was win, how often would you go to the casino? You would have all the money you could spend. So winning would lose its novelty.

Our spirit-guides communicate to us through mediums for a variety of reasons. One reason is to get us on track if we have fallen off our path. But they won’t tell us everything. You could visit a medium every day of your life, but you will still meet with obstacles, tragedies and hardships.

Some people question with anger, “Why didn’t my spirit-guides warn me about this?” The answer is simple: because you needed to go through the experience to learn and grow. You might not understand it today or while you are going through it, but it is not always for us to understand. When we finally “know” that we do move on beyond death, that there is an afterlife, and that we come to this earthly existence to learn and grow, we begin to trust that these learning experiences are important even if they suck while we are experiencing them.

Mediums are people too. And they need to grow, and they need to learn from their mistakes, failures and successes. Think of a mouse in a maze. If you place a mouse in a maze, the mouse will slowly find its way to the food using trial and error. After a few times using the same maze, the mouse will quickly find its way to the food. If the maze doesn’t change, the mouse will grow fat and lazy. It will be bored. It will be overfed. The mouse’s life will be absent of challenges.

Life is no different than a maze. Sometimes we are seeking food. Sometimes we are seeking love, companionship, security, health, happiness or abundance. If we knew the exact route to each of these things, life would get boring very quickly just like at the casino. But instead, life provides us with a new maze and new goals often. It keeps our existence interesting. It keeps us learning, stretching and growing.

What happens to a lot of people when they retire, lose their immobility or go into a nursing home? They get bored. Some even die from that boredom. They lose their reason to get out of bed in the morning. What went wrong? They stopped growing. They had no new goals to achieve. They made no mistakes and never failed because it was the same maze day after day. The food was in the same spot every time they got hungry. Just like the casino, it got boring. Some of these people get so bored that they lose their will to live. All their needs are met at every moment—that is, their physical needs are met; not their psychological and emotional needs to learn, grow and be challenged in life.

Just like you and me, mediums have their own individual mazes. Mediums are no different than the rest of us. They have a gift but so do pianists and painters and teachers and hairdressers and accountants. We all have something we are good at, something that sets us apart from the crowd. Just because a medium’s gift seems to fall within the spiritual realm of human abilities, that does not make them any more enlightened or spiritual than you or me. The artist’s and musician’s gifts are also incredibly spiritual, but we don’t hold them up as enlightened beings. And we don’t expect them to be all-knowing or perfect. We shouldn’t place these expectations upon mediums either. Mediums are people too. And as someone who knows many gifted mediums, I must admit that it is their human qualities that make them most special.

Dream Communication From The Other Side?

Dream Communication From The Other Side?

by Bob Olson

Did you know that dreams are a common means of communication from our spirit-guides and/or loved-ones who have crossed-over? It’s true. Too often we shrug off these meaningful messages from the spirit world as being mere foolish dreams. Yet it is one of the easiest ways for deceased loved-ones and spirit-guides to convey messages to us. In many cases, we will actually see the face or feel the presence of the spirit visiting us in the dream. And in most cases, they will provide us with an important message.

According to many spirit messengers (psychic mediums), these dreams of communication are more vivid, colorful and memorable than most other dreams. Often, these messages will inform us that they (the spirits) are okay and in a happy place, and that they want us to stop worrying and take comfort in knowing they have crossed-over and are watching over us.

Some people have even experienced dream communication where one dream overlaps another. In this case, the communication is coming from the top dream while the dream that was interrupted continues to go on—and somehow, we are aware of both dreams at the same time. Dreams of this overlapping nature are rare, and are especially important to take note of. In some cases, unexplainable, yet miraculous, healing has even resulted from such dreams.

Try to make a habit out of thinking about your dreams before you jump out of bed each morning. It is also advisable to regularly write down your dreams in a “dream journal.” You may be pleasantly enlightened by what you discover.

Death Be Not Feared! Comforting Insight For The Suffering, Grieving And Dying

Death Be Not Feared!
Comforting Insight For The Suffering, Grieving And Dying


by Bob Olson 

I believe that we can alter our life today simply by learning not to fear death. And by fearing death less we discover that we live life more! Shakespeare comments on this in Julius Caesar: “It seems to me most strange that men should fear; seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.” 

Isn’t it remarkable how this natural transition from one life to another—from our life on earth to our life in spirit—is so feared, yet it is a transition we will all be making? I believe that it is our ignorance of death that makes it so feared. And our ignorance remains because most of us do not acknowledge that death exists. 

Francis Bacon wrote, “Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.” What are some of the tales we hear about death? We hear it is dark. We hear it is grim. We hear it is cold… or just the opposite—death is a fiery inferno for those who are sinners! We hear clichés like, “as cruel as death,” “as hungry as the grave,” or we associate death with other feared realities such as in Benjamin Franklin’s famous line, “Nothing in life is certain except death and taxes.” 

Woody Allen spoke what most of us feel. He said, “It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” We don’t want to be there. We don’t want to die. Most of us don’t even want to think about death. 

A childhood friend of mine—a gal I have known for almost twenty years—recently learned that her friend was probably going to die of cancer soon. The cancer was in this woman’s lungs and liver. During a stay at this gal’s home, my wife, Melissa, and I sat and talked with her about everything from the weather to her work and every aspect of her life, but she would not talk about her dying friend. Occasionally she would well up in tears and have to walk away. We were all aware of what weighed on her mind, but she would not talk about the most pressing topic of her thoughts—her friend’s imminent death. 

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross tells us that denial is the first stage in dealing with death. Apparently that is true for both the person dying and the people surrounding the person who is dying. We assume that if we don’t talk about it, then it isn’t real. But we need to talk about death to work through the other four stages. Dr. Kubler-Ross’ five stages are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, acceptance. 

This gal’s inability to discuss her friend’s cancer may have resulted from her parents protecting her from death when she was a child. I don’t mean protecting her from her own death, but rather the death of others. Many parents think they are protecting us from the pain of knowing death by hiding it from us as children. But in reality, parents prevent us from developing the skills to deal with death when they hide it from us. Instead of allowing us to say goodbye to our dying loved-ones, they withhold that gift from us as if we won’t notice, as if we won’t forever crave that privilege. 

I spent 35 years not knowing what to think about death, especially life-after-death. I was one of those people who got frustrated by the subject because it seemed to be a topic that could never be confirmed. By confirmation, I wanted evidence that we continue to exist after death. By evidence, I wanted something concrete that I could grab hold of to know that there was no other logical outcome than to believe life goes on. 

Some people hear me speak about life-after-death and think that I have been one of those naïve believers who has accepted the theories and dogma of others all my life. Oh, this is so not true. In fact, my fear of appearing naïve, of being fooled by some tricky charlatan, used to be so intense that I fell a little to the cynical side. Max Lerner must have written directly for me when he wrote, “There is no crime in the cynical American calendar more humiliating than to be a sucker.” So I lived my life, admittedly, as a cynical skeptic. 

Even as a child I questioned adults for more evidence to back up their spiritual teachings. I must have been seven or eight years old when my parents first brought me to Catechism class. It was in the bottom of a Catholic church. I sat at the long cafeteria-style table with about ten other little boys and girls and I raised my hand. 

“Yes, Bobby, do you have a question?” the teacher asked. 

“Well, I just wondered how we really know that heaven exists,” I said. 

Right at that moment, this little blonde girl who sat diagonally across from me turned to me with a look of contempt that could have melted the metal buttons on my Roy Rogers cowboy shirt. I hesitated and then continued with my question. 

“Is there any proof that there is a heaven?” I asked. 

The Catechism teacher was kind and patient. I’ll never forget her answer. She said, “Well, Bobby, we know heaven exists because the same God that created the trees, flowers, oceans, birds, plants, mountains and animals also created a heaven. We know heaven exists because we know God exists.” 

Right then, the little blonde girl looked at me again with a nasty smirk on her face and said, “There, satisfied!” And then she stuck her tongue out at me. 

Of course, I wasn’t satisfied with my teacher’s answer. And I wouldn’t be satisfied for almost three decades despite ten more years of Catechism classes. But it wasn’t like I continued to seek answers to my uncertainties all this time. I barely paid attention to what the religious teachers said. I had learned from that little blonde girl that I shouldn’t be announcing my doubts in public—it wasn’t worth the public disdain. So I only listened enough to get through without getting into trouble. 

Although I was skeptical, it didn’t mean I was narrow-minded. These are two completely different animals. I was always open to new possibilities. I had hope that there was more to life—and death—than I was seeing. So I explored. I visited psychics, tarot readers and so-called spiritual practitioners. But I never met with any degree of satisfaction that there were any truly gifted people in this world who could provide me with the evidence I was seeking. I’m not sure if I was only led to phony practitioners or if my skepticism prevented me from recognizing genuine practitioners. As Robert M. Pirsig wrote, “The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth,’ and so it goes away.” That might have been me.

I gave birth to a new aspect of myself on January 15, 1999. I just had a book published and it was really exciting. However, a couple days after its release, I had a talk with my father. This was a great deal more exciting because my father had been dead for almost two years. 

This is the day I met my first genuine and legitimate psychic medium. Yes, there really are people who can communicate with spirits. But, of course, one needs to believe in spirits in order to believe that people can communicate with them. At the time, I wasn’t sure about either. 

I heard about a medium (spirit messenger) from my brother-in-law, Derek. He had just gone to see her and he couldn’t stop talking about his “reading” with her. The main point he kept hammering at me was that she gave him details about his life that nobody could have known—especially this stranger. I liked that idea: details that the psychic medium could never know. Can you imagine? I found it intriguing, to say the least. So I made an appointment with the medium. 

It is rare that we have a single experience that immediately alters the course of our life. My appointment with this spirit messenger was one of those life-changing experiences. It wasn’t just the fact that I left the medium’s home that night knowing that my father and grandmother, as well as other loved-ones who had passed on, were still alive. And it wasn’t just that I discovered evidence that to me was incredible proof that we live on after we cease to exist on this earthly plane. It was more subtle than that. It was that I had broken through to a new reality that now changed my view of death—and life. 

Today I have studied spirit communication and life-after-death for over three years. Within my research I have studied near-death experiences, after-death communication, out-of-body experiences, past-life regression and other spiritually related phenomena. What amazes me most is that each new area of study provides additional evidence to verify the existence of life-after-death rather than discredit it. Despite the remaining skepticism I had for practices such as astrology, numerology and tarot readings, every time I adventured into these new areas, my findings only paralleled the evidence I had gained through mediumship, even though my expectation was to disprove these new modalities. 

I have had three years to think about why a reading with a psychic medium, or any experience that provides evidence of an afterlife, could have such a profound and life-altering effect on me. My conclusion is very simple: it eliminated my fear of death. Gladys Hunt, in her book, Don’t Be Afraid To Die, says that “Psychiatrists are now saying that death is the most important question of our time and that fear of death festers a variety of psychoses… Some psychiatrists believe a massive panic over death pervades young and old alike in our culture.” 

Let’s think about that. What is a phobia? Isn’t a fear of germs in some way related to a fear of death? Are not more people afraid to fly in airplanes today than before September 11th, 2001? Dr. Kubler-Ross says there are only two natural fears: fear of heights and fear of loud noises. All other fears are learned. Children will play with spiders, mice and snakes until they see someone scream at the sight of one. Sure, some fears are necessary to protect us from harm. But at what point do our fears limit our ability to live? 

Some people never leave their house due to fear. Others never do anything adventurous. Since September 11th, people are traveling less. Traveling less means seeing loved-ones less if they live far away. Traveling less means limiting our ability to experience the world and all its treasures. 

And what about people who are dying? How does their fear of death limit their remaining months, weeks or days? Does it limit their remaining life experience due to a fear of accelerating their death? Does it distract them from their experience with loved-ones due to a fearful focus on death? And is it possible that our fear of death negatively affects our ability to heal from life-threatening, although not yet terminal, illnesses and conditions? Although we may never know the answers to these questions, there is no question that people’s fear of death only adds to their suffering with a multitude of effects. 

In my experience, discovering that mediums can communicate with the dead proved to me that we don’t really die. The transformation that occurred from this awakening resulted in the elimination of my fear that there is nothing beyond death. This insight gave me a new freedom to live, free from the prison of my fears. 

I contend that we must think about death rather than deny or ignore it. By acknowledging death and talking about it, we will be more likely to investigate it. If we investigate death with an open mind, more people will discover—as I have—that we don’t die. If we close our minds to the possibilities, death will remain the end and our fears will prevail. Yet if we are able to see death for what it really is, we will realize that death is a “going home” versus a “going away.” Perhaps John Taylor described it best when he said, “While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.”

 

I Cried, Shivered And Shook! The Physical, Emotional And Psychological Impact Of A Successful Past-Life Regression

I Cried, Shivered And Shook! The Physical, Emotional And Psychological Impact Of A Successful Past-Life Regression

by Bob Olson

If you’re like me, you either don’t believe in past-life regression or you simply don’t believe that you can do it. Three years ago, I would have fallen under the category of full-blown nonbeliever. Today, after researching spiritual phenomenon for three years, I have no doubts that other people can achieve hypnotic regression to a past life; I just don’t believe I can do it. At least that was my story until recently, after experiencing a successful past-life regression of my own. 

It has been a few weeks since my hypnotic regression, yet I am still pondering the psychological, emotional and even physical reactions that have resulted from it. Since I continue to cling to my skepticism of all things new age or supernatural until I have proven them for myself, the impact of a successful experience often slams me into a new reality. It then takes weeks for me to fully adjust to my new awakening. Now that I have finally processed the influence of my regression experience, I am excited to share my story with you. 

Like many people, I read Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss in 1996. Weiss, a graduate of Columbia University and Yale Medical School, was also a bit skeptical when his psychotherapy patient, Catherine, began spewing the details of her past-life traumas. These past-life reviews, however, set Catherine free from the anxiety and nightmares that led her to Weiss’ treatment in the first place. Weiss was then hooked on hypnotic regression as a tool for treatment, and the world became hypnotized by his best-selling books on the subject. Still, it was a gigantic leap for me to go from believing that Weiss’ patients regressed into a past-life to believing that I, too, could have such an experience. 

I have never had any success with meditation or psychic abilities. In fact, I fall asleep during meditation. I even lose focus while praying. And I’m so dysfunctional psychically that I couldn’t predict which color will come next at a traffic light. So I was pretty sure my chances of reaching a meditative state deep enough for a past-life regression were slim-to-none. But then the opportunity presented itself one day, so I said, “What the heck. Why not give it a shot?” 

After making an appointment with clinical hypnotherapist, Nancy Canning, I had a couple weeks to think about hypnosis before my appointment. I recalled two incidents in my lifetime where I had been introduced to hypnosis on a smaller scale. The first was in my youth, around age 17, when I had seen a psychologist to help me cope with my father’s alcoholism. The psychologist decided to teach me self-hypnosis as a relaxation technique. He relaxed me using some guided visualization, telling me to relax the muscles in my body beginning in my feet and working my way up to my head. By the time he finished, I was in a deeply relaxed state-of-mind—a hypnotic trance. When it was over, I remember how surprised the psychologist was that it worked. I’m not sure he had ever tried it before. After leaving his office, I sat in my car in the dank city parking garage for twenty minutes before driving home just to soak in the immense tranquility I was feeling. The psychologist never used hypnosis with me again and I never tried it on my own. 

The second incident occurred about eleven years later. I took a hypnosis course in Boston. I was disappointed with the course but came away with one interesting experience. The instructor used guided visualization to induce me into a relaxed state. As I sat comfortably in a leather recliner, I wore headphones that filled my ears with the sound of a Native American flute playing background music to my instructor’s voice. After about twenty minutes, the sound of the music and my instructor’s voice fell into the distance and I felt as if I were swinging on a swing. I then realized that I had mental control over how high and how fast I could swing. I was just beginning to enjoy swinging forward, backward and even from side-to-side when the instructor stopped talking and clicked off the music. I was jolted into an awakened state and reluctantly opened my eyes knowing the half-hour session was over. 

With ten more years behind me since that incident, I drove three hours from Maine to Cape Cod hoping Nancy Canning could guide me to a new level of hypnotic relaxation far beyond my previous experiences. Yet I knew it was an enormous jump to go from swinging on a swing to having a past-life experience. With my trusty skepticism still in check, I wondered if I was wasting my time and tire tread. But as the sun rose from the early morning darkness, my optimism increased. Before I knew it, I left the coastal waters of Maine, drove through Boston without a traffic jam and soon past Quintal’s Restaurant, a signpost from my boyhood memories that I was entering Cape Cod. It felt like a good day for a distant journey, not just from Maine to the Cape, but also from the present to the past. 

The first forty minutes of my hypnotic induction were everything I expected. Nancy relaxed me with guided imagery. She walked me through fields, across valleys, past oceans and individually relaxed every muscle and calmed my busy mind until I lay in a semi-comatose state as if my body and mind were one tingling deeply-relaxed mass of flesh, bones and organs. My breathing became shallow. My heart rate slowed. My intellect stood to the side. It was as if my busy little mind agreed to not interfere, yet kept a protective watch in case it was needed. 

My resistance to the experience was minimized by my excitement, although not entirely free of skepticism and doubt. Nancy brought me down a spiraled stairway—thirty-eight stairs to represent my thirty-eight years of life. At certain ages, she asked me to step off and tell her what I experienced. For the most part, I thought I was experiencing nothing. I expected movies of my childhood to appear in my mind’s eye, but what I saw was a blank screen. A couple thoughts popped into my head as Nancy asked questions about the childhood moment I had stepped into, but I was waiting for the movie and didn’t give these thoughts much consideration. Sensing that I was having trouble, Nancy continued down the stairway. 

Nancy guided me to the bottom of the spiraled stairway, the moment of my birth. Again, no movie, but I now paid attention to the thoughts I had been ignoring. It occurred to me that my parents were arguing. My mother seemed sad and upset. I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. When I told Nancy about it, she told me to just go with it and then brought me backward in time to experience myself in the womb. Only now, I felt as if I were starving for nutrition. Again, my mother seemed depressed. Nancy told me to sit with this scene for a moment, but nothing more came to me. I was still disappointed that I wasn’t seeing anything, so I figured I was failing at the regression. Nancy decided to move into a past life. 

After further deepening my hypnotic state, which is really just an intensely relaxed state of mind, Nancy guided me into deeper realms of subconscious knowing that led me to a door. Behind the door was a white light, and apparently a previous lifetime. While I was still hopeful, my inability to see the movie-like visions of my childhood had added to my doubt that this would be a successful regression. Still, I was able to envision the door she suggested and the white light behind it. So I persisted. Finally, at Nancy’s suggestion, I opened the door to discover where I was. 

[Partial transcript of my hypnotic regression, recorded on tape.] 

Nancy: “Is it daytime or nighttime.” 

Bob: “I guess it’s daytime; I don’t know if I’m there.” [I still seriously doubted my ability to do this, and I was sure I wasn’t doing it correctly.] 

Nancy: “Yah, just trust it; it becomes more and more vivid as you go along.” 

Bob: “Okay.” 

Nancy: “Are you inside or outside?”  

Bob: “Outside.” [Again, I wasn’t sure how I knew this, I just did.] 

Nancy: “Now I want you to simply look down at your feet and tell me what is covering your feet.” 

Bob: [There was a long pause. I knew what I saw, but I didn’t trust it. It wasn’t like it was something I viewed as if in a picture or a movie. It was more of a knowing of what was on my feet. But I hesitated because it seemed so cliché—I was wearing sandals.] “I just want to say sandals, I guess.” 

Nancy: “That’s fine. It may not be that you see it. It may just be a knowing. Trust whatever way the information comes. And know that as you continue, it absolutely becomes more vivid and clear. And so now that you look at your life, look down and tell me what is covering your legs?” 

Bob: [long pause] “I don’t think anything.” [The truth was that I saw myself wearing a skirt, or kilt, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud. So I told Nancy the truth.] ”There isn’t anything covering my legs.” 

Nancy: “Okay, what is covering your chest or torso?” 

Bob: [Another long pause] “It sounds silly. I think it’s some kind of armor.” 

Nancy: “Uh huh, just go with it. And what is over your head? Do you have anything on your head?” 

Bob: “I don’t know.” [I saw an armored helmet with two bones or tusk-like things sticking out of it, but, again, I felt silly saying it. “I don’t know,” is all I could say.] 

Nancy: “Let your logical and judging mind step aside and let whatever impressions come to mind, let it come.” 

Bob: “I guess it’s a helmet.” [I also knew that this wasn’t a battle helmet, but rather a costume or some type of formal wear. Again, not trusting my thoughts, I just let it slide without telling Nancy.] 

Nancy: “And about how old are you?” 

Bob: “Forties.” [I got the number 43, but told Nancy forties for some reason, still not trusting what I was getting.] 

Nancy: “And at the count of three, the year is going to pop into your mind. Just trust yourself to know it. One, two, three… what year is it?” 

Bob: “1643.” [It came quickly and matter-of-factly. I was surprised.] 

Nancy: And at the count of three, you are going to know the country or geographical location. One, two, three… where are you?” 

Bob: “It seems like some Celtic place. I don’t know the country.” 

Nancy: “And now at the count of three, you are going to know your name. What do people call you? One, two, three…” 

Bob: “George.” [Now if I were making this up, I would have chosen Clint or Dirk or something. I was actually a little disappointed with the name George. There isn’t anything wrong with that name; I just don’t have a good association with it in reference to people I know. So the fact that “George” popped into my head gave me a little more confidence that I was actually doing this hypnotic regression thing correctly.] 

Nancy: “George. Great. Thank you, George, for being here. Tell me, George, why are dressed in armor? What is happening today?” 

Bob: “I guess it’s a celebration of some sort.” [At this point I didn’t feel like George, but rather Bob sensing myself as George, so I thought it awkward that Nancy was speaking directly to George. But I understood what she was doing, so I just answered her questions without correcting her on whom she was speaking to. If you could hear the tape, you would hear my voice as soft and slow. My answers were brief. Normally, I’m fast to respond, more articulate than I was during this regression, and brevity is not my forte.] 

Nancy: “George, what kind of a celebration is it?” 

Bob: “It’s a parade.” 

Nancy: “What’s the celebration about? What’s happened?” 

Bob: “We won a battle.” 

Nancy: “Who have you been fighting, George? Who is the enemy?” 

Bob: “The English.” 

Nancy; “So that is a good reason to celebrate, winning a battle against those English, huh? Tell me, George, what have you been fighting over? What is the battle about?” 

Bob: “Land.” 

Nancy: “George, what do you do for a living?” 

Bob: “Farmer.” 

Nancy: “Yah, you’re a farmer. Do you have a large farm or a small one?” 

Bob: “It’s a small farm.” 

Nancy: “And what do you raise?” 

Bob: [pause] “Sheep, I guess.” 

Nancy: “Tell me, George, are you married?” 

Bob: “Yes.” 

Nancy: “And what is your wife’s name?” 

Bob: “Linda.” 

Nancy: “And how long have you been married to Linda?” 

Bob: “Twenty-three years.” 

Nancy: “And do you have children?” 

Bob: “One.” 

Nancy: “And what is your child’s name?” 

Bob: [long pause] “Jeffrey.” [That sounded to me like a really unlikely name for someone of Celtic descent, but what do I know? Maybe Jeffrey is a Celtic name.] 

Nancy: “And how old is Jeffrey?” 

Bob: “Nine.” 

Nancy: “Hm hmm, Jeffery is nine. Tell me, what kind of life do you have? Are you happy, content, sad, disappointed? What is your life like as you look at it?” 

Bob: “I’m happy… proud.” 

Nancy: “And what are you proud of?” 

Bob: “My heritage.” 

Nancy: “Yah. And what kind of a husband are you?” 

Bob: “I’m a good husband.” 

Nancy: “And what kind of a father; do you spend time with your son?” 

Bob: “Yes. When I’m around.” 

Nancy: “Are you gone much?” 

Bob: “Only when we are fighting.” 

Nancy: “And how do you feel about fighting?” 

Bob: “Ah, I’m proud to fight. They are trying to take our land.” 

Nancy: “Yah, they are trying to take something from you; that’s wrong. Are you ethical? Do you go by what’s right?” 

Bob: “Yah.” 

Nancy: “And do you train your son that same thing?” 

Bob: “Yup.” 

Nancy: “As you look at your life and the celebration, are you a friendly person or are you kind of quiet? What is your personality like?” 

Bob: “I’m friendly, popular. It’s a small town. Everyone is friendly.” [I could actually feel George’s joyful and friendly nature. I felt as if I were inside his body and feeling his enthusiasm for life and pride for who he is—or was.] 

Nancy: “Well tell me George, this is a significant day, is it?” 

Bob: “Yah.” 

Nancy: “What makes this a special day?” 

Bob: “We won some battle.” 

Nancy: “Yup. Well I want you to move forward now at the count of three to a significant event in that day. Moving forward now, one, two, three… what happened?” 

Bob: [long silence, shock] “We were attacked. We were attacked during the parade.” 

Nancy: “You weren’t expecting that, were you?” 

Bob: “No.” 

Nancy: “What happened.’ 

Bob: “A lot of people were killed.” 

Nancy: “What about your wife and child?” 

Bob: “No, they’re okay.” 

Nancy: “What happens with you? Allow that to unfold.” 

Bob: [long pause, heavy breathing, becoming emotional] “I’m fighting, I can’t… I can’t save everyone.” 

Nancy: “Yes, a lot of fighting. But move forward and tell me what happens to you?” 

Bob: “I live but I have to live with that I couldn’t save everyone.”

Nancy: “And what was that like for you?” 

Bob: [emotional] “It was sad.” 

Nancy: “You took it hard, did you?” 

Bob: “I felt like it was my fault.” 

Nancy: “How come it was your fault.” 

Bob: “Because I was their leader.” [sobbing] 

Nancy: “Let yourself feel what that was like. People in the town died. And you lived but you have to live with that. How much longer did you live? I want you to move through that and move on with your life now. On that last day of your life when it is your turn to pass over, how old are you on that day?” 

Bob: [heavy emotion, breathing] “Sixty-three.” 

Nancy: “So you live another twenty years, huh? And what are those twenty years like for you?” 

Bob: “They, um, they are… I’m trying to think of the word…” 

Nancy: “Do you continue to hold it against yourself that those people died?” 

Bob: “Forever.” 

Nancy: “And what happens, does it affect your relationships with your wife, your son, your friends, yourself?” 

Bob: “I’m not happy anymore.” [I’m still emotionally in despair as Nancy questions me.] 

Nancy: “So you hold it against you forever?” 

Bob: “Yah.” 

Nancy: “Is that something you decide?” 

Bob: “I can’t forgive myself.” [My voice is cracking.] 

Nancy: “So you are not happy anymore.” 

Bob: [long period of deep emotion, soft crying, shaking] 

Nancy: “Notice how that affects your relationship with your wife, your son, your friends and yourself. Then moving on to the last day of your life, are you ill or healthy or what is the condition?” 

Bob: “Just old and defeated. I want to die.” [I’m still shaking, now filled with shivers and an inner cold that filled me to the core of my being.] 

Nancy: “Yah, you are done, huh? Move to that time now. You are old and defeated and ready to go. Are you alone or is someone with you? 

Bob: “My wife is with me.” [I could see her kneeling at my side as I lay down waiting to die. I could not see anything else around us, not field or ground, no furniture or shelter, everything was blank except for my wife kneeling beside my dying body.] 

Nancy: “And how is she doing with you? Does she still love you or has it been a difficult time? 

Bob: “No, she loves me. She is strong.” 

Nancy: “I want you to move now past that time. At the count of three just move beyond it. One, two, three… Do you see yourself floating away from your body?” 

Bob: “Yah.” [I could see the scene, myself (George) and my wife slowly getting smaller as if I were moving upwards into the sky. The scene slowly disappeared, but the emotions and connection to the pain and despair I felt during those last twenty years, and on the day of my death, continued to stay within me.] 

The session lasted almost another hour, but what you just read is the experience that ruptured my disbelief that past-life regression was for other people, not me. What surprised me most was my physical reaction to the ambush during the parade. It was as if I relived the horror of the moment. I was crying and I felt the dread and despair that George must have felt upon seeing his dear friends slaughtered. I suffered the sense of anguish and self-loathing that George felt for being their leader and not being able to save them. My body shook and shivered, and I froze from the very core of my being up through to the very top layer of my skin. Upon my request, Nancy kept covering me with blankets—five blankets in all. She also cranked up her heater for my benefit and sweltered in the hot room as she continued the regression. Finally, since the blankets and heater had no effect on me, she instructed me to warm myself from the inside out using hypnotic suggestion. This worked quickly and we moved forward in the session. 

You may notice in the partial transcription above that Nancy seemed to know my answers before she asked the questions, or she responded to my answers as if I had got the question right. This is no accident, as Nancy is also clairvoyant. She is not just guiding the regression; she is also following along with her clients. From my perspective, Nancy’s intuitive insight gives her an advantage in this work that assisted me in having a successful experience. This clairvoyant gift, however, also depletes Nancy’s energy so that she can only do one three-hour regression in a day. 

According to Nancy, many people’s experiences are different then mine—many people actually “see” the movie-like scenes I was expecting. Perhaps I, too, will have that experience one day. Or, maybe because I’m not a visual person—and I couldn’t tell you what my wife has been wearing all day even as she sits in the next room—experiencing past lives as a knowing is the best I can ever expect. If that’s true, I’ll take it. My past-life experience with Nancy held everlasting benefits. It was a gift that is irreplaceable. 

The greatest benefit I received from reliving my life as George came from the second part of that session. It is also what makes Nancy Canning unique as a regression hypnotherapist. After learning about my life as George, I then went into the spirit world after my death. I know this part will be a little too much for some people to swallow, but bear with me. While in the spirit world following George’s lifetime, I was able to review that life and learn the spiritual lessons that resulted from it. Each lifetime brings new lessons. In my life as George, what I learned will forever be engrained within me because of this experience in the spirit world. 

I learned that even as leaders, as long as we are doing all that we can to help others, no person is responsible for the lives of other people. I learned that we do not have the right to feel in control of such a Divine responsibility. That is, we must trust that there is a bigger plan to which we may not be privy. My lesson was that I did everything I could to save my fellow townspeople that day. If it was meant to be that they be killed during this ambush, I should not second-guess God on that outcome. 

I also learned a lesson about forgiveness, especially self-forgiveness. My failure to forgive myself for my friends’ deaths ruined the rest of my life and my family and friends’ lives in relation to me. For instance, my wife and son lost their husband and father that day because I lived the rest of my life in depression and self-punishment. How ironic that my choice to not forgive myself then negatively affected the lives of those who survived that tragic event. I missed out on twenty years where I could have brought greater joy and prosperity to those survivors as well as myself. Instead I bathed in my sorrow and self-blame. 

Finally, I learned a lesson about living in the moment. George was a happy man who lived a simple life before the parade tragedy. When I first became aware of George, I felt his intense bliss for life. I could feel that he was full of joy, laughter and love. Yet he squandered it all away by living in the past and focusing his thoughts on that one heartbreaking day. If he had stopped thinking about the past and began living in the moment as he did for the first forty years of his life, both he and everyone around him would have benefited dearly. As Nancy guided me into the spirit world after George’s death and brought me through his life review, I sensed the immense pain of regret that engulfed his soul as he relived that experience from a higher level. As difficult as that was for me because I began shaking and sobbing once again, it was a gift because I will not make the same unfortunate choices in this life that I made in my life as George. These lessons—this knowing that reached me on a cellular level—will forever be mine. 

I am so grateful that I overlooked my skepticism, kept an open-mind and discovered this invaluable experience. I share my story with you so that you, too, may open doors and learn lessons that can only be obtained if we allow such miracles into our life. If it calls you, don’t resist it. I was wrong about past-life regressions; I CAN do it! Now it’s your turn. Take a leap. 

Bob Olson, OfSpirit.com Editor   

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Nancy Canning is a certified clinical hypnotherapist with a master’s degree in counseling psychology. She has over 22 years experience with belief systems, regression, intuition and healing. She is also an experienced and trained clairvoyant. She practices hypnotherapy at the Barnstable Holistic Center and teaches classes on belief systems and intuition at the Sandwich Community School. For more information on the incredible “Spiritual Regression” work mentioned by OfSpirit.com editor, Bob Olson, visitwww.SpiritualRegression.com. For more information on Nancy’s use of hypnotherapy to transform negative beliefs, visit www.TransformBeliefs.com. Nancy can be emailed at:ncanning@capecod.net or call her at (508) 743-9545.