Tales from the Other Side

All about Death and the Other side from practicing psychic medium

I was not born a medium. I don’t have stories of my childhood how I first saw a ghost when I was five and started to realize that I’m a special one since then. I’ve been always told that I am special. I really wanted to be normal, ordinary girl but people around kept always telling me I was different – while I desperately argued I’m not. Honestly, I still think I’m an ordinary person. I thought everybody can do that – see aura, heal people by laying hands. Yes, a lot of children can do that. But when you grow up, everything is changing and by putting this sacral scary knowledge into the box of reality, a lot of people prefer to live a simple life and even the child forgets his own divine nature.

The Other side have opened to me with my practice. I’ve come a hard and long way where I balanced between office career of head of legal in international law firms and inhouse companies and my own way of witch who whispers with Spiritual Guides. Meanwhile I have never lost my mind in eastern practices by hugging some crazy “gurus” who never washed their heads. I never wanted immediately and desperately develop my skills right away, – intuitively I felt that too much practice in short period is quite dangerous and will destroy my inner barriers and landmarks and my mind will never be clear again.

Reasonable skepticism in esoteric is must. There are a lot of people ruined their lives by wrong spiritual practice. Some people wear tin foil hats, some people don’t have money even to buy foil but they have monthly subscription in Akashi Chronicles (or they think they do), they know everything about Cosmogalactic messages from the millions of other stars and universes, how exactly people should live according to Ascended masters and so on. Doesn’t matter that information may contradict to common sense and logic – it is the Sacral Knowledge about Everything. Really? That’s why I prefer to follow my Path very carefully, listening to myself and my heart very carefully and always contacting with my Spiritual Guides in every step I take. It’s the matter of trust to higher power, to my Guides – and every day I see that following the spiritual path is the matter of trust. And please, always verify information.

Death have never interested me, I never felt connection with funerals and any rituals whatsoever. The list of friends and relatives who passed away is short – just two or three persons there. Before working with the Other Side, I thought that death is an integral part of being, I did not have any fear, though in our family – like in any family in our culture- nobody talked about death intentionally. I remember from my childhood that deceased grandparent came in the dreams of other family members to say something important and this information is always true, but it is not allowed to follow them no matter where they go. That was all my knowledge.

I did not choose to be the medium and talk to dead. That was decided by my Guides. I myself is quite happy and alive person and even in my teens I didn’t wear gothic style, have not practiced cult of dead with all pentacles, depressive music claiming to “join me in death” (will all respect). But my personality really has nothing to do with my practice and being a joyful person doesn’t mean that contacting with dead people is very joyful. I’ve read some books of psychics describing their practice as funny job, when uncle Rob is flying on the ceiling and auth Nina is telling inappropriate jokes. I have never witnessed hysteric laughter from the dead souls in my practice. I have witnessed bright sorrow, grief, freedom and liberation, but dead souls are in absolutely different space and we can see them when we are in altered state of consciousness. This state changes everything in perception. At least that is what I know at the moment. Jokes – yes, but you don’t want to laugh, it is not stand-up show. Maybe, in couple of years I will experience fun with someone’s uncle Rob and aunt Nina and will teach me how to make fun when you’re dead – who knows.