CHAPTER SEVEN (in book): The Naked Medium
Draft: 7/28/2017, 5:07 PM *sent this cy to CD
“The most beautiful and most profound experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is the sower of all true science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms – this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.”
-Albert Einstein – The Merging of Spirit and Science
I FELT IT. I felt something touch me. I was naked in our hot muggy bathroom. Clothing makes me perspire – and when I perspire, my naturally-curly-hair exponentially expands. Even Medusa could cast an envious glance towards my coarse curls. To minimize the Medusa motif, I have to blow-dry my hair naked. If someone doesn’t have naturally curly hair, this won’t make any sense. Keep reading. This story is cooler than ice.
He was determined to get my attention. He was determined to tell me something. He was determined that I would hear his message and deliver it to his beloved wife. I knew I was home alone. So, when I felt his touch, I dropped my blow dryer faster than a lightning strike. Nobody was present. What touched my arm? Maybe the blow dryer’s cord was the culprit. Nothing seemed out of place. I resumed drying my hair. Someone tapped my upper right arm again – but this time, they were multiple slightly more forceful taps. This is NOT my imagination! I felt that! Confused, I looked around the room. Although I did not see anything, I sensed something. A friendly, enthusiastic male voice said, “Hey! Hey, you’re going to see my wife today. HEY! I need you to tell her something!”
WHAT? No… who said that? The male Spirit responded, “Yeah, I’m so glad you can hear me! It’s me. You know, it’s ME, Jack – Mary’s husband.”
WHAT??? This is so not happening; I began to sweat – not from heat but from increased anxiety… sweat rolled down my scalp onto my neck. As if by magic, my hair grew bigger. All of those expensive products that promised to manage this situation were not working! Of course, how could I justify a refund? “Excuse me, this product worked well as long as I had normal sweat. But when a dead guy showed up in my bathroom, this product failed! Do you guys have a product that is both a frizz-fighter and ghostbuster?”
Warm sweat trickled from under my breasts. Sweaty strands raced against each other to fight for the finish line – my waist. Normally, when I prepare for work, I adhere to my tried and true routine – which does not include unexpected Spirit pop-ins. The Spirit of Jack continued, “You’re going to see her this afternoon. She’s having a really tough time grieving over me. She thinks I’m dead! But obviously, I am not dead! You could really help her. Remind her of our happy times together.”
Telepathically, I said, “Wait, Jack, seriously, is this you?” Jack responded, “Yeah, of course it’s me!” I sarcastically thought, oh, of course, because it’s like Jack appears all of the time when I’m in my private bathroom, naked and drying my hair. Sure, this is so normal. Furthermore, I never met Jack when he inhabited his body! My inner-skeptic was about to add her commentary, but by now I trust what Spirit tells me. I mentally told her, “Beat it!”
Jack was not discouraged at my sarcasm or taking a moment to fend off my inner skeptic. Now that Jack had my attention and he knew that I could hear him, he excitedly stated, “I need you to remind Mary of the red muscle car I bought when we dated. I loved that car with the big HEMI engine. Remind her of how many times we took advantage of those bench seats! We made love so many times in that car… She’ll remember that! We conceived our first child in that car! She hated that car after we had kids. But I always loved it. Please tell Mary to not cry so much. Please tell her I am around her all of the time – I wouldn’t leave her! Tell her: I AM NOT DEAD!” Jack’s enthusiasm was palpable. It seemed as if he too loved remembering those intimate moments with his wife of 40 years. Those specific details could really help ease his wife’s intense grief. I telepathically told Jack that if the opportunity presented itself, and it felt fitting, then I would share this information with his widow, Mary.
Wait. WHAT? Am I really talking to a dead-not-dead man… while I am naked? This is insanity. But, it also felt almost normal. However, regarding being naked, I began to feel self-conscious. With a light reprimand, I said, “Jack… you shouldn’t be here now! I AM NAKED! This is really inappropriate. We need to talk about boundaries Jack… this can’t happen. You can’t just pop up in my bathroom!” Jack’s unforgettable response still makes me smile. Jack uproariously laughed! If he had a physical knee to slap with laughter – he would have. Jack had a wonderful sense of humor while he was in the physical body – and he taught me that death doesn’t change our personalities. Then the Spirit of Jack quipped: “I know that you are naked! Being in Spirit has so many benefits! This is SO great! I can peep into a naked woman’s bathroom now – and not get into trouble!!!”
Jack laughed and laughed at his own humor. His charming personality illustrates that when we connect with Spirit, it is not doom and gloom. When Spirit connects with someone on this side – it feels as joyous as a surprise party.
Jack’s playfulness made me laugh out loud. When Jack inhabited his body, his gregarious personality frequently made him unpredictable – a trait his wife found both adorable and annoying. Although I never met Jack before he “died” I know him well now. He frequently shows up when Mary is around me. I shared this event with his widow, Mary, later that same day. She confirmed every detail. She laughed and cried at my recounting of his visit. When I shared his flip response about coming to me while I was naked, Mary, smiled, and said, “That sounds just like my husband! That’s exactly what he would have said!”
This chapter underscores Spirit’s persistence in delivering messages to you. Spirit is like a flower bud which waits for the sun’s rays to make it bloom. Your loved one waits for any possible opportunity to make contact with you. I’m not clear on exactly how Spirit finds a medium – but it seems like mediums have a specific energy that acts like a beacon. I think of it like a flashing airport beacon lights to guide pilots at night. It does not matter whether your loved one who “died” was a child – either already born or unborn, a sibling, partner, parent, or a dear friend – Spirit laments when they see you suffer. They are anxious to reach back to provide evidence-based messages to help liberate your grief. Spirit continues to be as connected and committed to you as you are to them. If love connected you while they were in the physical body – it continues.
Love is the energetic force that cannot ever be severed. Ever. Physical death cannot kill love. Death is an illusion and void of any reality. Yes, the physical body dies – because it is merely a temporary vessel to house Spirit, and the vessel eventually wears out. When the vessel is no longer viable – it is cast aside. At the moment of physical death – Spirit is untethered. And, it does not matter what the person believed, that is, their religious or spiritual framework, when they inhabited a body. Whatever their religion or belief system was when they were “alive, or even if they defined themselves as an atheist – it does not matter. We all cross through the veil and go home to God.
I witnessed a grieving husband tell me that his wife was an atheist. Because of her unyielding lack of any religious or spiritual belief system, the husband felt broken and deprived that he would never see his beloved wife again. At that moment, she appeared in Spirit. And, boy did she have a lot to say! She wanted her grieving husband to know that although she had stubbornly stuck to her claim as an atheist – she now knew that she was not only wrong – but also had a Spirit which could do amazing things. It was beautiful to witness this husband’s relief and belief that his wife was very much alive and around him regardless of her previous views. Shameless opportunists – Spirit’s will do anything and everything to convey a message to their beloved: YOU.
I met Ronnie two years ago at a cancer-support group. I liked him immediately. Ronnie had his latest round of chemotherapy the day before our group met. He appeared too thin and shivered from chills. Although his facial skin was red, inflamed, and flaky from treatment – it could not mask his handsome features and charm. He sat in front of the fireplace with a blanket wrapped around him. Ronnie shared that the past several years had been emotionally challenging – not only because of his cancer diagnosis but because his life-long best friend, Bruce, had died suddenly. As the group ended that session, I asked if anyone wanted to stay longer, I would do a demonstration of mediumship. Everyone stayed. I meditated.
Suddenly, I saw the expanse of beautiful blue-green ocean water – as if I were seeing it through someone else’s eyes – we were on a boat and it was moving fast. Spirit was present. Then images flashed in my mind’s eye. I saw wide, tan bare feet, tanned skin, a big white smile, and light brown hair. I shared these images with the group. Ronnie said it described his best friend, Bruce. Bruce provided other details, such as he was very athletic and kept his body trim and fit, he lived big. Ronnie confirmed mostly everything – certainly more than my 4 pieces-of-evidence minimum that I require from Spirit before I will deliver a message. I felt immense pleasure that I could be the messenger for Spirit. But, Bruce was not finished making surprise guest appearances.
Recently, as I shaved my legs in the shower, Bruce appeared. Well, the Spirit of Bruce appeared. Things can get a little crowded! Bruce definitely falls under the category of “shameless opportunist.” Bruce showed me that while he was alive – parties didn’t really get their grove until he arrived. He was that guy.
Everybody loved Bruce because of his charm, good looks, and willingness to help a stranger. What most people did not know about Bruce is that he struggled with Major Depressive Disorder. When things went well, Bruce ruled his world, but when the energy shifted – so did his mood. Bruce refused to get medication assistance to manage his symptoms. So he self-medicated with alcohol. During one of his depressive episodes, Bruce felt overwhelmed with life and all of its demands. He pulled out a gun and shot himself in front of someone.
Bruce knew that Ronnie and I were scheduled to meet at our cancer support group. Bruce wanted me to remind Ronnie that he is frequently around him and aware of Ronnie’s current health struggles. Bruce gave me a specific piece of evidence – Bruce telepathically showed me that when Ronnie used to meet Bruce at a club – Bruce had a special call sign so Ronnie could find him in a crowd. Telepathically, Bruce showed me a crowded club scene, and I heard Bruce repeatedly shout, “Zinny!” Remind him of when I used to shout across a club – Zinny!!! Zinny!” Zinny was Ronnie’s nickname. When I shared the message with Ronnie he got very teary-eyed.
Your loved ones across the veil find outrageous methods to grab your attention. This is why if someone wants to develop mediumship, they should get trained from a credentialed medium. Solid training from a reputable medium is money well-spent. A budding medium needs guidance. I have seen mediums who have true ability but without a sturdy framework. The result is that their work is sloppy because it is not grounded in deliver-the-evidence first method. There are two important reasons why a student medium should get training: 1) Create the scaffolding for their delivery-method from Spirits, and 2) Identify and establish boundaries with Spirit.
First, regarding the delivery-method; I was taught to get a minimum of four specific pieces of evidence. This is defined as concrete there is no-way-I-could-have-known-that data. Some specifics Spirits have shown me include: red shoes, sucking on lemons, red tulips, car accident details, exact physical location of gun shots, sucking on garlic, cherry pipe tobacco, favorite kind of red wine, country of origin, exact description of clothing and more. This type of data leaves little room for doubt from the recipient, regardless of how cynical they have been. Data first, message second.
Second, training for the student medium helps students understand that they are in charge! The medium defines the rules of engagement and hours of operation. This agreement is like a divine contract between the medium and Spirits. This ensures that Spirits cannot wake up the medium in the middle of the night, or endlessly follow them, or appear uninvited. Whatever rules the medium decides – Spirits must obey the rules – it is the Law of the Universe.
Regarding the need for “protection” from Spirits… I have heard debates between several world renowned mediums regarding “protection.” One of my favorite teachers, Mavis Pittilla, suggested, “Spirit cannot hurt you! What do you need protection from? They are Spirit! They cannot hurt anybody. So why would you ever pray for protection?” While other mediums say they always pray for protection prior to opening themselves up to the Spirit world.
Where am I on this? I agree with Mavis Pittilla – and, I ask my Spirit guides to only allow the highest energies access to me. They are my gate keepers. In the hundreds of experiences with Spirit contact I have had – I have never seen anything even remotely scary. If you do end up developing this skill, remember you are in charge. When Spirit has appeared in my bathroom or in the shower, or once while I was in a CAT scan – it’s because I have allowed it. There has only been one time, recently, where I asked a Spirit to leave. The Spirit was the deceased father of a friend I just visited. The father appeared while I was with her. Then he decided to come home with me. He continued to sing a specific song that was meaningful for my friend. After an hour or more of his singing the same song over and over and over – I gently, but firmly told him he needed to go. Immediately, he departed. From my experiences – evil ghosts are Hollywood Horror flicks – fun but untrue.
A little girl was killed during a holiday parade. But before I knew those details, she appeared to me in Spirit, while I was in a hotel shower. This event was early on in my experiences so I felt more skeptical and doubtful of what I saw and heard. I attended a workshop on developing mediumship. I only felt the presence of a little girl and it was not very strong, besides I felt a migraine headache developing which made it difficult to focus.
Maybe the hotel gift shop would be open and sell analgesics. I needed to tame the oncoming migraine before it immobilized me from throbbing pain and vomiting. The small store offered a limited selection. I prayed the migraine would vanish.
I arrived to the workshop just as our instructor gave us our next assignment. The class broke into small of ten people. The goal was to stand in front of your group, tune into whatever psychic or Spirit impressions you received and see if anyone in the group could identify the information. Each person took their turn, everyone did remarkably well. I was amazed! It was my turn. My headache and I stood up. Nine participants patiently waited. They were supportive and kind as they waited for me. Nothing happened. Then something did happen. The little girl who appeared earlier in my shower was back.
That little girl appeared in Spirit. She telepathically told me she was 7 years-old. She flashed visuals and I saw her long brown hair with thick bangs. I felt her childlike energy. She showed me she owned a pony. Her pony looked like a palomino with brown spots against a white coat. She flashed more images as she sat on the pony in front of a white house with black shutters and big front porch. There was a red barn behind her. She was so proud that she was old enough to ride a real pony. She showed me she wore blue jeans topped with new suede chaps. Her fingers played with the fringe. She said, “Grandma bought these chaps for me, for my special day.” I telepathically said, “Wow honey, you look adorable!” Then she showed me her shirt. She said, “I get to wear a shirt with buttons, like a big girl shirt. Can you see my buttons? I am so happy mommy bought me a real big-girl shirt with buttons!” I told her that I could see everything she shared. The button-down shirt seemed very important to this little girl Spirit, she mentioned it over and over again.
I presented everything the child showed me. I looked around at my group. My group looked around at everyone else and then back at me. Although my classmates really wanted to help me out – nobody knew this child. Nobody could place her. UGH! How embarrassing. Everyone else had something that somebody claimed. Not me. I was a hero at zero. My throbbing head and I sat down. I felt deflated and humiliated. My inner skeptic couldn’t pass up this opportunity. She said, “Why are you here? This is stupid. What a waste of time and especially money. You clearly do not have any psychic or mediumship ability.” Inner skeptic bitch got me – I wanted to cry. Class ended for the day, and we were scheduled to resume the next morning. Fine with me. My head felt like it held a jack hammer inside.
The next morning, my jack-hammer-migraine was softer. Our instructor asked us to repeat yesterday’s assignment but with a different mix of people. It was my turn. I stood up, and my migraine pain shot up. I apologized to my peers that I didn’t feel on my game. I said to my group, “Sorry, I know some of you were in my group yesterday, and I talked about the 7 year-old girl with the pony… well, she’s still here… she is back again…” A kind classmate, and professional medium gently said, “Suzanne, just stay with it… this Spirit is here for a reason, and there must be some connection or she wouldn’t keep appearing to you. Go ahead and ask her to share her story.” The little girl Spirit repeated the previous day’s evidence which I repeated to the group. The child told me that she transitioned 20 years ago. Then Spirit showed me something she had not shown me the day prior. The girl showed me she was in a hospital bed and her arm had multiple IV tubes coming out of it. She showed me that she had a terrible headache.
Ohhhhhhh…. It began to sink in… her headache. Her pain was one of the ways she could let me know that she was around. I did not understand this then, but I do now. Spirit will show me how they physically felt to get their point across. I have felt heart attacks, strokes, being shot, and car accidents. It was not that Spirit tried to punish me – they were overly zealous to demonstrate to me how they died so that I could present that evidence to their loved one. The quickest way to communicate a message is through physical feeling – how could words or pictures compete with that?
Then I heard this darling little girl try to tell me her name. She said, “And my name is, MMMMMmmmmmaaaar my name is MMMMMmmmeeeezzzz.” Then she showed me how frightened and confused she felt. She said, “I don’t like all of these tubes… I just want my mommy… I want my mommy. I want to go home.” When I hear and see Spirit, it is as if I am the radio – while Spirit is the radio station. I try to dial into – and sometimes it takes a lot of knob twisting – a strong station. And, I am only the radio. If someone listens to the radio and hears beautiful music, people do not applaud the mechanical radio – they admire the musician. I am like a radio – I am not the music. I am just a messenger.
I asked the group if they could identify this Spirit. Most of them shook their heads and said “No.” FINALLY, a shy Hispanic woman raised her hand. The shy woman said, “I think I know this child. Her name is Marianna Martinez. She rode her pony in a parade. Something startled the pony and she was thrown off of him. She had a terrible brain injury… she only last about 24 hours… and then passed away – it was horrible. This happened 20 years ago. Her mother and I were very good friends… but we haven’t been in touch for years…”
WHAT????? Shy lady you were in my group yesterday – and you did not say a word???? I’ve been sweating buckets up here! This information is a perfect fit. My classmates felt almost as relieved as I did – then they clapped. And, my migraine headache? That headache evaporated like steam from boiling water. Why? Because it was not actually my headache – it was the little Spirit girl, Marianna, as she tried to get my attention. She tried to tell me that she was present. She could not reach me any other way, except she could show me how horrible her head hurt after her pony threw her.
Even a young child in Spirit will work hard to get their message delivered. That little girl, Marianna Martinez, died 20 years ago, but time is invented by man and irrelevant to Spirit. Marianna wanted her mother’s former friend to contact her and deliver this message. I do not know if the shy woman delivered Marianna’s message to her mother. But, what I do know is the little girl Spirit, Marianna, will try again to reach across and comfort her mother.
Relentless Spirit will do nearly anything to get your attention and deliver a message. If the medium is naked – Spirit does not mind! Spirit seeks any opportunity to convey a message. Love is the indestructible spiritual plasma that binds us together forever and always – and in all ways. Love is the beacon that lights the pathway to your beloved. Your loved ones are around you. They are aware of special events, celebrations, and your struggles. They cheer you on and know that being on this side of the veil is difficult.
When the physical body dies, then our Spirit is Untethered. Reuniting with your loved one is not merely a hope – it’s a promise.