My Accidental Psychic Experience With My Dad!

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I’m not big on psychics. Yes, I believe there are people who have special abilities and insights, but I’ve never really embraced any of that. It scares me a little, I feel like I’d be cheating if I were to go to a fortune teller. I don’t want to know the future, I want it to be served to me day-by-day, dish-by-dish. And to reach out to loved ones who have passed? I get chills just thinking about it. Anything that sounds too good to be true has to have a catch.

But recently I learned that sometimes that spirit energy comes to you. Even if you are not looking or asking. This is the story of how I accidentally connected with my dad through a psychic.

On Periscope!

You know, the live streaming app?

Sounds crazy, I know. This is how it went down: One boring Saturday while working away on my blog in my room, Maya strolled in and plopped down on my bed. Something had captivated her on her iPhone, because she couldn’t look away. She giggled, and then burst into laughter. From her smartphone speaker I heard this really crabby lady telling someone off. Turns out, our friend George from SofritoForYourSoul.com, had shared a psychic’s live Periscope to all of his followers. Maya received the notification and thought, what the heck, and peeked in. Periscope does that to you, it lures you to destinations you normally wouldn’t consider.

This psychic lady was a riot. Still typing away on my keyboard, but also listening, I deciphered her attempt to give a live reading to a follower, but the internet connection kept cutting out. Maya read me the comments out loud. It was a girl who was trying to connect with her mother who had died from a head injury in a car accident. And when the connection did work, the girl was not following directions. People started to crack jokes on the live comment stream because the psychic would say , “F*CK YOU! Get lost, loser!”

The psychic lady became highly frustrated and finally shut it down. “This is not working, you need to go. Sorry. This is over. Bye,” she said.

The girl was not happy. She begged the psychic to keep going, but the psychic was like, “No. I’m not feeling it, goodbye!”

I couldn’t take it anymore! I stopped working and slid next to Maya on the bed. I also signed on to Periscope on my iPhone and joined in the awkward fun. There, side by side on the bed, we held up our phones and gasped at the drama unfolding. We couldn’t look away. Maya and I both burst out in laughter because this chick was so brazen! She scolded the mean commenters and appeared to be majorly pissed off. She said she needed to clear the energy from that last reading and proceeded to pick up a small figurine, take a deep breath, and held it up to the camera to show us. “Look, isn’t this cute?”

She put the figurine back on the shelf and explained she hated doing live readings over Periscope because there were so many variables and interruptions. She cleared her throat, ran her fingers through her long black hair, and proclaimed she felt ready to start a new reading.

“Post right now if you are interested,” she calmly directed.

A fast stream of comments flooded up the screen. Hundreds of people were now tuned in. Maya and I looked at each other, shrugged and said, “Why not?” We each posted a comment, not at all expecting to be picked. Sure enough, we watched our profile pics get buried in the fast-moving sea of replies.

“CRAFTY CHICA!” the psychic called out.

I gasped! Maya and I leapt up on the bed simultaneously! My hands fumbled my phone, it almost fell from my hands onto my tile floor. She picked ME. Out of all those people! Even though I felt surprised, in my gut…I really wasn’t. I had this super chill feeling like this was meant to be at this very moment. I collected myself, sat up straight and went with it. I don’t even know how to describe it, I didn’t even give it a second thought. It felt very natural.

“Crafty Chica, there is someone you want to connect with, right? Just answer yes or no, do not give me any more info. And to everyone watching, DO NOT comment during this reading. I need it to be clear, only between me and Crafty Chica.”

“Yes.” I replied.

“A family member,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Your father.”

“Yes.”

She closed her eyes and announced that this was a very clear connection. Her tone completely changed from earlier.

“He’s here.”

We continued our conversation, all I could say was yes or no to her comments. I did my best to embrace the opportunity, but a  big part of me was saying, “Don’t believe it, it’s just a scam, this is so stupid.”

Then she said he passed of something around his chest. I said yes (he had cancer of the lining of his organs and the final damage took place around his lungs.)

I still kept up my guard.

She then paused and said, “OK. He said he passed very peacefully, very fast, no pain, exactly the way he wanted to go. He felt very loved and felt that he had completed everything he wanted to do in his life. He felt very fulfilled, he wants you to know that.”

This is the moment I knew sh*t just got real.

The day before my dad passed, we were in ER and the doctors told us that even though he seemed to be doing fine, he needed to go to hospice because of the cancer growths that were beyond repair. They surrounded his lungs. The doctor said he was surprised my dad was up and about, still active like nothing was wrong. They had him stay the night to be monitored. The hospital had a brand new area area they had just opened and they put my dad in a giant, brand-new room. It was the Lexus of hospital suites! We all hung out there with him as he got settled. He joked with all of us, trying to lift our spirits. We chuckled with him, even though we all wanted to crumble at any moment in what was to come. We left to allow him have a good night’s sleep so we could take him to hospice the next day.

At the beginning of his cancer story, he had to have a leg removed. He stayed at a rehab facility for several weeks until he healed. The place was nice, but he sure hated being under constant surveillance! The day we picked him up for home, the friendly staff loaded him in my sister’s car, he offered a generous thank you, waved goodbye, then shut the door, threw his hands in the air and cheered, “I’M FREEEE!!!”

We all knew he dreaded going back to a place like that. But that’s what had to be done because of his condition. We kissed and hugged him goodbye for the night. “See you tomorrow!” we sang out, waving bye. “OK, see you tomorrow!” he said, waving back.

Early the next morning, my sister called for us to go see my dad. We got to his room, but before we entered, the nurse said he woke up super cheery, he joked about something or other and she left the room to go get something, and when she came back he had passed. Just like that. We took it hard at the time, but after time passed, I realized that he left this Earth in a beautiful room, our kisses still on his forehead, no hospice, and from one moment to the next. And he even left a smile on the nurse’s face with his personality! Exactly the way he wanted to go.

So those memories flashed through my mind while this psychic lady talked to me. She said that he said he likes where he is at, it’s good, but very different than what he expected, but he was very happy.

Then she said, “He doesn’t want to talk anymore about that. He’s happy, he’s good, there’s nothing else to say about it.”

THAT is exactly like my dad. Not to dwell on things, just get to the point and move on.

She said that he said to tell me that I was right about a lot of things I believe in, and to keep going on the path I’m on, that he is very proud of me.

By this time, I’m sobbing and replying, “Yes.”

Then she said, “Your mom is still alive.”

I replied, “Yes.”

“He has a message for her, but he said you can’t tell her it came from me. She doesn’t believe in people like me. He said to say he spoke to you in a dream.”

“OK.”

She told me the message, which I won’t share here because I still haven’t shared it with my mom. All I can say, is it was on point with everything going on in our lives, and what he would say if he was still alive.

Then she told me that he wanted to tell me that he was very sorry for something that happened between us many years ago. That he had lived with the regret his whole life and always felt bad, but at the time, he didn’t know better, he was doing his best to be what he thought was being a good parent.

I knew exactly what she spoke of. It was during my high school years. There was a time period when I was constantly fighting with my dad about our differences, house rules, friends I wanted to hang out with, curfew, all of that teen angst stuff. A couple times the arguments really escalated! As rocky as that period was, we all stayed strong as a family and time passed and we never brought up those memories. I never thought bad of him at all because now as a parent, I think I would have gotten frustrated with me too! In my young adult and adult years, my dad always went above and beyond to help me. He always gave me the benefit of the doubt, always stood up for me, always gave me the words I needed to hear. He saved my butt in so many ways!

So hearing these words really made my heart melt, I felt like it helped me see a deeper level to our relationship. To think he carried around that guilt all those years over something that, in the big picture, really wasn’t a big deal at all. Heck, I threw a Christmas tree in front of my kids, lol!

Right after that, she said, “He said he is done, that’s all he has to say. He said he is only here right now because you called him and he came, but does not want to be called back again. He said he loves you and he is always with you.”

Then she said…”He’s gone.”

Then…the window next to her… popped. Seriously, a loud sound like it had been hit by a flying pebble.

“Wow.” she said. “Did you just hear that? That was a very strong connection. That is how it is supposed to work. Both of you had very strong energy, that was so clear. How do you feel, Crafty Chica?”

I went on the thank her, doing my best to type my words through shaky hands and flowing tears! It all happened so fast, I hadn’t even processed it yet.

People flooded the screen again with comments, this time to say how incredible that was to watch. We all felt the zing. Even so, all the things she told me, I knew already, but it still felt amazing. It was a very special, unexpected gift. Whether you believe or not, it felt very comforting. Maybe she fed off of my energy and my feelings, I don’t know! But it did feel very pure and distinct. I shared the replay with my sister. She is super skeptical of everything, and she didn’t say what she thought. I don’t think she wanted to burst my bubble. I’m always the optimist, she’s the realist.

I have no desire to ever do that again. I watched that lady’s Periscopes a couple times after, but not in a long time since. I’m not sure if I’ll ever tell my mom, she really does not believe in this kind of stuff and I don’t want to make her any more sad about missing my dad. It would have to be the right time and place. But I do believe he is with her, by her side, by all of our sides! This experience helped rethink my emotions. I do believe he was there in that conversation. I’m working hard not to be sad, but instead be happy for his gifts of memories, lessons and stories. This event helped with that even more!

Even through all of this, now that time has passed, the bigger picture is we don’t need psychics to tell us that our loved ones are still with us, or that they loved us. We already know that, right?

What do you think? Have you ever had any experiences like this?

Love & light,


16 Responses

  1. First time i’ve ever commented on your blog although i’ve enjoyed it for awhile. I’m surprised to be the first to comment on your post! i’ve read tarot cards and had various experiences. I don’t know if i are just reading the persons wishes and needs or what. it doesn’t seem to matter. someone gave me a past life guided meditation one time. either i found a past life or my subconscious told me a story, but either way the advice coming from it was good. some things you just have to receive as gifts and not drive yourself crazy over the source of the gift. i’m so happy that you received such a meaningful gift!

  2. Wow. Thanks for sharing Kathy. I am a believer that our loved ones who have passed send messages to us all the time. But we’re usually too busy to recognize them. You were blessed with a direct message. I loved reading this posting. Thank you!

  3. No I do not believe in psycics. But I do believe that our family members keep on eye on us and contact us through different ways. I currently am staying in my fathers house and my mom who has been gone for 13 yrs has left messages all over randomly as I need them. Great share so happy he contacted you!

  4. Hi Kathy! Wow, that was such a great telling of your experience!

    So, I want to share mine, although there is so much to write I’m sitting here thinking, this is going to take forever! But this is sort of my opportunity to get it out, so I apologize in advance for the long read.

    My experience was with my mom, who also passed away in the hospital after having had a burst aneurism in her brain that left her in ICU for a month. The incident occurred Dec 5th, 2009, and she passed away (after having had several set-backs, including an infection and two major strokes) on Jan 1, 2010.

    (Christmas Eve that year was filled with lots of tears, but Christmas caroles sung at her bedside in ICU by many, many family members. And it is ultimately a beautiful memory for me).

    So as a quick background: my mom’s health had been failing for maybe a few years before she passed. She had been on a lot of different and probably competing medications from a plethora of doctors. My cousin had been visiting her home when “it” happened (thank God, because my mom lived alone), and she was airlifted from her home to Parkland Hospital in Dallas, TX (same hospital that JFK was taken to).

    Although she was in a coma at the end, there were times during that month when she was awake and semi-lucid, although she had a great deal of short-term memory loss. You could have the same conversation with her over and over because she couldn’t retain what was going on. In some ways, I guess it was a bit of a blessing. I’m hoping, ultimately, that it meant that she could never stay scared. That’s the worst feeling for me: to think that she ever felt that way. I try not to think about it, or to dwell on it.

    At one point when she was awake and talking to us, she would say the strangest things. Once, she got very excited and told my sister, “You’re going to have a baby!” At the time my sister had an 11 month old, and she said, “Oh! You mean Jackson. He’s my baby, remember Mom?”

    Then Mom told my sister-in-law, “You’re going to have a baby!” She and my brother had only been married for less than two months at the time, so my SIL was like, “Oh, okay!” but she said to me later that she totally felt like she was humoring her. They had no intention of trying for a baby anytime soon.

    (So my SIL got pregnant that next month, and my sister got pregnant three months later…)

    However, what she said to me was, “Christina lost her wedding ring!” I showed her my hand, “No, Mama, see I’m wearing it right now.” She looked a little confused after that. I took it as a bit of a warning to be super-vigilant about protecting that ring (it’s an heirloom that belonged to my husband’s mom, who is also passed). I hardly wear it now! I have it in a safe spot.

    …But what I really wanted to know was, why hadn’t she told ME that I was going to have a baby, too? Now, I had been trying to get pregnant for a little over a year at that point. So I just point-blank asked her, “Will I ever have a baby?” And she nodded yes. So I said…”Mama. Will you come and help me?” (She and I both knew what I was asking). She nodded her head yes.

    And she did.

    So…three years passed. I had tried and tried and ultimately gave up on getting pregnant. And of course, they say that’s when it happens. So I ended up getting pregnant in Feb/March of 2013, with my water breaking on early Nov 20, 2013 (I actually ended up having my son the next morning the 21st). I labored for 24 hours before I was dilated enough to start pushing. My sister and my husband were my birth coaches (although my sister was my “counter” who counted to 10 for me two (or was it three?) times as I pushed. Every 2 to 3 minutes.

    For almost four hours.

    All of us were exhausted. I was exhausted, but so were my sister and husband. None of us had slept at all in 28 hours. And my son was sort of, well, stuck. I had had an epidural about 12 hours earlier, and I felt like while it helped me get through the worst of the contractions early on, I couldn’t feel anything enough to help me push, at least at the beginning. But after going on 3 and a half hours my doctor finally said that we needed to think about the alternatives. I was scared of forceps or the suction thingie. I had heard horror stories on how it can damage the baby, and you.

    She didn’t have to tell me twice. I knew what that meant. Those dreaded things…or a C Section.

    Nope! “I can do this,” I said. I was determined. “Mama.”

    I said that in my head. ” Mama, please help me.”

    It was the first time I had thought to call on her. At that moment someone, I thought it was my sister, said in my right ear, “Are you okay?” I shook my head yes.

    And then it was like a light bulb went on and I finally “got it.”

    So when I have a contraction next time I’m going to push and then when they say relax, I’m not going to let go. I’m going to hold him there. Even though I can’t really totally “feel” what that means. And it worked. All of a sudden, the doctor and nurses kicked into gear. “Okay, don’t push anymore! Hold on!” So then my sort of dimly lit room all of a sudden got really bright, and all of these new people came in, and the next thing I knew they told me to push and again and there he was, being held up by the doctor with his long dark hair sticking straight up and his eyes wide open and then he started to cry, and I started to sing to him when they put him on my chest.

    But that’s not even the best part. This is the part that I cannot explain.

    After I was transferred to my mother/baby room, my husband went home to supervise the final renovation of our baby room (Yes, it was SO last minute! lol), and my sister stayed with me for the two nights I was in the hospital.

    She passed out the first opportunity she got. So I was left mostly awake, fighting the urge to sleep, because I had a brand new baby that I had to learn to nurse and take care of. I was beyond exhausted, running on adrenaline. I had a nursing time-log I was having to fill out, and I looked at the big white clock with black numbers and a red second hand that was high on the wall near the door every time I started and stopped nursing, noting the time on the time log.

    At one point, I must have been starting to doze off, my baby in my arms, when all of a sudden the wall clock…went crazy (for lack of a better way to describe it). The red second hand started moving loudly (made a loud clicking noise) around and around the clock face. The minute and hour hands moved, too, but it was that red second hand that was just going off! I mean it was loud. Of course the noise was what sort of woke me out of my reverie, and I sort of just stared at the clock at first, because I thought there must be some kind of mechanical failure going on. My brain tried to make sense of why it would be doing that, but I couldn’t think clearly enough. So I looked over at my sister who was still oblivious and asleep.

    “Ana! Ana!!” I had a hard time waking her up. “Ana!!!! Look!! What…is…going…on??”

    So she grabbed for her glasses, looked up in her sleepy stupor and said, “It’s okay. It’s just Mom.” Ever since our mom passed away, my sister experienced really strange occurrences of her lights in her house turning on and off, especially in her living room. She didn’t like to be freaked out, so she always would just say out loud, “Oh, hi Mom!”

    So the clock went on like that for a few minutes. And I remember thinking, “Oh, man! Someone is going to have to have to re-adjust that clock so that it goes to the right time because I need to write down my nursing times.”

    But when it finally stopped, it was (inexplicably) the correct time. I finally found my cell phone charger in my overnight bag and charged my phone enough to compare. I told all of my nurses about what had happened. Most of them just smiled and nodded, humoring me. I know they didn’t believe me when I told them, “My mom made the clock go crazy and make a loud noise so I wouldn’t doze off and drop my baby and to let me know that she’s here because that’s what she promised me before she died, that she’d be here when I had a baby.”

    Ultimately, the clock did the same thing (although not as loudly, but the second hand moved very quickly around the clock face) two more times before I left the hospital. My sister was a witness to each incident, and each time it happened was when I was so tired and holding my son (and possibly in danger of dropping him). And each time, the time went back to the correct time and was in perfect working order before anyone else (besides my sister) could notice.

    I later re-told my birth story about how I asked my mom for help in my head and that just then my sister whispered in my ear asking if I was okay and that both of those things helped me to finally push out my son. But my sister said, “Wait, what? I didn’t whisper in your ear.” Hmmm.

    There were some other really cool things that happened just after my mom passed away that showed me she was revealing herself to me. A tiny feather that danced in front of my face for a few minutes while I sat at my desk in my office at work. A music box that played when I walked in my bedroom (but didn’t move, as it should have been turning in order to make the music) the day after she passed. The earring that I lost one day that I found at my mom’s house (three and a half hours away).

    Even so, I wish, wish, wish I could get such a direct message from my mom (words) the way you got from your dad. I want to hear that, even though there were times that she was afraid in the ICU, that she was surrounded by angels and her own mom and so she was comforted. I want her to say that she was there with me when I gave birth and whispered in my ear, and to confirm that she was messing with the clock in my hospital room, and most importantly, that she can experience in some way my two year-old son: that she sees how smart and cuddly and wonderful he is.

    The thing is, I already know the answers to these questions. And she knows I know. She has already given me quite a bit of confirmation that should comfort me. I just have to believe.

    Thanks for letting me share this story!


    Hugs,
    Christina

    1. Christina! wow, that was a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing it, I had goosebumps the entire way! I’m happy you took the time to write it all out, I’ll be coming back to read it again and again, so much happy energy!

  5. I am not one of those people who have to see the psychic all the time, etc.., but, like you, I do believe some people have an ability to connect with energy beyond our immediate space. My daughter was having a very difficult time in her life so on a whim, I invited her to go to a group reading with me. It was so crazy, we had never done anything like it before, I just saw it published somewhere and bought two tickets. At that meeting, she had not one but THREE visits from relatives who had passed. Nothing ground shaking, just all three (men) encouraging her to stay true to herself. We’ve never gone back, but that event shook her out of her funk and helped her find her way again. One of the men who visited her was my dad ~ she never met him, he died while I was pregnant with her. It was beyond weird and beyond amazing, all at once. I completely believe your experience and am so happy for you that it happened.

  6. Kathy, your post blew me away! I am super skeptical too, so I usually require something to be totally in my face before I believe it.

    My only supernatural experience has been right after we moved into our house 7 years ago. It’s a newer development and nobody died here or anything, but my kids could not settle in and relax.

    My oldest was 13 at the time, and she insisted that the house was haunted! I blew it off until one night, all 5 of my kids woke up screaming from a nightmare – all 5, all at once, from three different bedrooms. Pretty hard to ignore!

    Somebody told me about burning sage to get rid of bad energy, so I went over to Sprouts to see if they had any. The lady who worked in the medicine area listened to my story and then told me what to do. She said to burn the sage and let the smoke travel up to the corner of each room in the house. And she said to spend extra time in the rooms directly above the garage. “That’s where your trouble is, right?” She said. Freaked me right out! The only thing over the garage is the kids three bedrooms.

    So Kayley and I burned the sage, and the kids slept fine from then on. The little ones were just 4 and 5 at the time, so we didn’t tell them about any of it. That’s my tale!

  7. I have wanted to go to someone to see if my grandma comes out.I also dont believe to much on this but if she came out with anything like you ladies experienced it would make me believe.She passed away at Phoenix General getting her tonsils out.She came put of it but next day passed away at 46 YRS OLD.Any recommendations asto who to go to?

  8. Hey! What a great story. You can really tell stories. No, nothing quite like this has ever happened to me. I am leery of psychics and ouija boards… I am very skeptical but not about your experience. I do think the energy that our loved ones had for us lives on. I feel very close to my grandmother who has passed and I can feel her support during difficult or unsure moments.

  9. I have a story about my aunt, my mother’s older sister. she had just passed away a few days earlier and we were at her house to sleep over before the funeral which was the next day. All these years, I had never been in her cellar; didn’t even know she had one. well, I dropped some food and looked for a broom to sweep it up. I saw a door off of the kitchen and opened it. the light only came in a few inches and I couldn’t find a light switch. but, I saw the broom hanging from a nail and took a couple of steps in to reach for it… only there was nothing beneath my foot after the second step. I fell down the steps. I felt my arms flailing, reaching for something to hold on to. It was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything in front of me. my feet found no steps. I thought I was going to die or at least be seriously injured. I was falling head first. This all took place in a matter of seconds. The next thing I know, I am standing straight up! I had stopped falling and I was standing on the stairs. Something or someone had grabbed me from behind and gently put me upright. when I looked behind me, there was no one there. I turned around and walked back up the stairs. I heard my brother calling my name asking what all the racket was about as he came around the corner and into the kitchen. All I could do was thank the Lord I was ok and then I recalled that I felt my aunt’s presence as she “saved” me from my fall. My only injury was an tiny bruise on my hand.

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