Defending the Voice of the Dead

I see, hear, smell, and feel dead people. That is, people, just like you and me who have died and returned to God. Your loved ones reside in the Spiritual realm – they’ve merely discarded their physical body. They are known to me as Spirit. Spirit often appears to me, without my trying – typically when I am with somebody they love. This happens to me a lot. When I’m in a very relaxed state, the door to the spirit world opens. A spirit appears. If it sounds strange to read this – experiencing it feels unbelievable.

How Spirit Connects

Spirit comes to me so I can give you the gift of evidence-based messages. Your loved ones who have “died” continue to hang around and are present during your challenges and triumphs. Your loved ones continue to encourage and cheer you on. Their purpose and intention is always, of the highest divine integrity. Their message is always saturated with LOVE. PERIOD. How does this happen? I don’t know. How do they give me messages? Spirit patiently flashes me with images of what they looked like, what significant pieces of jewelry they may have worn, a specific hobby or talent (playing the piano, or dancing), or they give me smells that would be meaningful to their loved one – like tobacco smoke, or garlic, they give me their name, and if I have trouble understanding their name – they have spelled it out like, “My name is Anne – but with and ‘e’, and I hear a specific accents. I have even felt pain related to the circumstances of their death. One time my head was excruciating from a girl who was thrown from her horse and died of head trauma. And another time, I felt really high. I didn’t know that the woman in front of me had lost her daughter to a drug overdose.

My gift comes from God. I consider this Holy and a sacred gift to be used to help people heal from the death of a loved one. I have never seen or felt anything from spirit other than unconditional love. Many people question my gift. Some people suggest my gift is actually the work of Satan, or fallen angels, or any other explanation they can assign to it other than the Holy Spirit. I am not a religious scholar. I grew up in the Christian Faith and attended Sunday school. I am grateful that I was exposed to many religious perspectives to include Judaism, Catholicism, Buddhism and Hinduism. I don’t know why God gave me this task. I am flawed. I’ve broken most of the Ten Commandments. I am not trying to present myself as anything special. My friends would (privately) out me anyway.

My Spiritual Truth

I will not yield in my spiritual truth.

My truth is that your loved ones appear to me so that I can give you a message. Their message is always, always of love. How can love be anything less than God? I will not shrink back from defending the voice of the dead. I will not stop delivering their messages because others may be unable to integrate this experience into their repertoire of knowledge. The work I do is sacred. For whatever reason, I have been assigned to be a messenger of hope to help people heal their broken hearts. This covenant between God and me is Holy. Amen.