In response to Psychic Jacqueline’s recent blog, What Heaven Looks Like, reader Joyce wrote:
In 1989, I had the wonderful experience to “cross over” to visit my father just four days after he was buried. I was lying on my bed crying and thinking that I just couldn’t live without him. Suddenly, my fiance who died in 1975 was standing with his hand reaching toward me (I am a psychic medium). He said, “Come on, I will take you to see him.”
I had crossed over before and wasn’t afraid. I just smiled and instantly I was standing in the most beautiful place. There were marble buildings, streets, trees, flowers … and my father was standing beside a huge tree, so green that it hurt my eyes with its beauty. I was shocked that my father looked as I remembered him when I was three or four years old and he was 27 years “young.” He had been very ill for several years and bedridden and died from lung cancer.
He said to me by thought message, “You were right and I was wrong.” I laughed and said, “I knew I was because I have been here before but in a different area.” I had visited a beautiful meadow with small brooks and foot bridges, etc. and have been there two times since. He was a Baptist minister and did not believe in psychics.
I have been very strong (psychically) since I was about 22 months of age because I can remember the day my brother was born like it was yesterday and I am 22 months older than him. I can remember playing in my playhouse, talking and serving tea to a lady. My mother would tell me to stop talking to myself.
When I was about 7 years of age, I saw a picture of a woman and recognized her clothes, I never did see her face. I said to my mother, “That’s her, that’s who I used to play with.” She got mad and said, “You didn’t see her because that is my mother and she died when I was 5 years old.” I didn’t say anymore because I had learned that they didn’t understand me and my gift. I was always predicting things. I learned to just not say a lot. I didn’t even know about psychics until I was 18 years old and married my husband who was also a psychic and medium.
People come into your life for a reason or season is a true statement. I saw him when I was 14 years old and told my aunt that I was going to marry him. I had never seen him before but he was so handsome. I never saw him or thought about him again until about three days after I graduated from high school in 1959. A friend of mine asked me to play a prank on his friend from another school. I called him as a prank, and about a week later our friend said that he wanted to meet me. I said, “OK.” I almost fainted when he stepped out of the car. He was my “prediction” four years earlier.
We got married three months later, had four beautiful children — all psychics. He taught me that the weirdness my family said I was going to hell for was really not evil, but a great gift. I began learning and cultivating it. I love my precious gift and have helped a lot of people over the years.
He was sent to teach me … but only for a season … not a lifetime. We divorced after nine years and he is on the other side — but we are still connected. My parents are both on the other side now. I’ve lived in their home for 16 months now and they visit at least three to four times a week. I love their visits! I always acknowledge them and talk to them all the time. I love reading others’ experiences. I love this site. I’ve learned from all of you wonderful people. Life is always a learning experience.