Q: Hi Jennifer. How can someone, like that ghost you encountered from the 1700's, still be HERE? Why don't they find peace? Why are they stuck? --Christina, Houston That's the million dollar question, isn't it. (She's referring to THIS experience if you haven't yet read it.) My encounter suggests poor Jose's been stuck in some rocky, Mexican purgatory 300+ …
Q: Hi Jennifer, I've watched the show, "Long Island Medium" and believe that woman, Theresa, is the real deal. I've heard her often say, "so and so wants you to know they're at peace with our father in heaven." My question is: HOW can a soul be at peace and still be with us on Earth? After a …
Q: Hi Jennifer. My grandma died last year. We miss her a lot! My mom says she sometimes catches flashes of her, which I believe, but why can no one else see her? Sometimes I think I sense her, but I'm really not sure. When you experience a 'ghost' how can you tell it's not your imagination? --Emily; New Braunfels. Great question. …
Last week, I sat on the chaise beneath my Beatle painting talking to my friend, Michelle. It was pretty late. We were both tired. I nursed a beer, her a glass of wine. Kids ran around screaming to our mutual irritation, while our husbands attempted to assemble furniture in the next room. I wouldn't've said …
Last Sunday evening, Christopher and I watched "The Road" on Netflix. It's not exactly a "feel-good" movie (like, at all), so when loving peace BURST, then spread through my chest cavity mid-film, I felt momentarily confused. This rare, beautiful feeling literally overtakes. It wholly consumes. And I looked slyly to Christopher, because I always wonder, …
I've dreaded this post, because I knew this entry had to be about Stephen. And I fear failing to convey what happened. How it felt. How it still feels. *** We stayed with my friend Angie before flying to London, Labor Day weekend. Not only was my family there, but her brother-in-law, Stephen, was there, …
Picture it: New York City. Halloween Party. Last week. So I’m sitting on a couch in Brooklyn sipping champagne in a butter yellow caftan. I hardly know anyone but ain’t no thang because I make friends fast and my bubbly was super tasty. I was happy! I’m sitting there observing the crowd when a handsome …
I was in Scotland the first time I saw a proper ghost. This was about ten years ago, I guess. Christopher and I took a train from London to Edinburgh to celebrate our engagement. We stayed with his brother's family in a very cool house I think used to be servant's quarters to the mansion next …
I have no outline for this blog. I'd love to be tidy and tell my stories chronologically, but really it's too hard to remember everything in order. But on this entry I will start from the beginning. Most folks can remember back to four, three years old....maybe even two. Experts say it's highly unlikely to remember anything before one year of age because that part of our …
Jennifer Kabay 