Jesus and Grandma are together on the Other Side. Why not talk to both?
Jesus and Grandma are together on the Other Side. Why not talk to both?
I hate the word ‘psychic’. People kinda shut off when you say it. Here comes some bullshit, they think. And I get it. There is lot of bullshit out there. Misuse. People out there posing clairvoyant, messing things up for those who use their gift for good. And yeah. It’s a gift. Also a responsibility. …
In 1st grade, I got a zero on a math test. A ZERO. We were doing these things: 3 > 1 6<7 10>8 and I got every answer wrong. All 25 questions. Wrong. My teacher circled a big, red F at the top of the page and never readdressed it with me, which really, was …
Time? 1991. I'm 13. Maybe 14. Driving across country with the fam. Sprawled on the backseat of our Dodge Caravan with my yellow Sony Walkman, listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits, staring at the dome light. Wishing I was tan. Pretty. Better at math. Hoping Virginia doesn't suck. Really, this was the extent of my concerns. But something was about …
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. …
One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …
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 …