Welcome to My Life as a Medium !
Hello and welcome! My name is Mary Rose and I am a professional Psychic Medium.
Phew! **falls down laughing** That just tasted like vinegar in my mouth. LOL Where I come from, the word "Psychic" has evolved into such a bad connotation. But alas, there it is ~ I said it. I Wrote it.
I like to say I am Sensitive. I am Sensitive to God's Word, to the very real Spirit world, to energy around me, to your aches and pains, to your happiness and excitement. And yes, I get a lot of questions regarding my Sensitive statements :) Thus my blog, "My Life as a Medium".
I hope you continue to ask me questions - be as real and as raw as you need to be. That's the only way to truly connect with one another and get answers. And no, I don't have all the answers. I am just as amazed, most days, as my clients. But God is so good. He allows us so much insight when we Believe, keep to our Faith, and use the Gifts He's given us.
That's my take! :)
And these are my experiences.
Being this is my very first Blog ever, I have a whole bunch of ideas spinning about my head. In future Blogs, I plan to talk about various Sensitive subjects.
How did I know/come to realize I was a Medium?
What does the Bible say about talking/communicating with the deceased?
My child has 'this Gift'. What can I do?
Why do Psychics charge fees if this is truly a Gift?
Online Psychic Services; the good, the bad, the crazy!
In-person readings vs telephone and/or chat (email)?
How does the whole process 'work'? What do you actually see?
"I bet your husband/family can't get away with anything, right?" ;)
...so many more!
I also plan on sharing one true story per Blog (by permission, of course, names changed). I think that's so important - just as important as the words within the usual blog itself.
Again, keep emailing me (firstname.lastname@example.org) - or comment below - with any questions and I will make sure I touch on every topic of interest at some point soon.
In the meantime, please know that I do absolutely care for every client and only wish the best for each of you. May our Lord and Saviour continue to Bless you and keep you smiling...no matter what.
You are so Loved.
“I had to be sensitive about being a Sensitive”
A true story of awakening by Mary Rose
My mother-in-law Lena would never hear of ‘ghosts, spirits’, let alone ever join in on a ‘psychic’ conversation. She was brought up staunt Christian and I respected her very much for her beliefs and upbringing.
At times, I would ‘see and sense’ things about her - messages from her parents, especially her father - but I would do my best to swallow. At times it was super difficult to ignore it all - yet I really had no choice. I had to keep the peace!
For over 15 years, I kept that peace! :) In early 2014, we vacationed at their home out of state - just my husband and two of our children. It felt so wonderful, light and airy, and VERY spiritual. I should have noticed the set-up.
I promised my husband I would not SAY anything ‘psychic’, ACT anything ‘psychic’ nor - God forbid - WORK psychically while at their home. If anyone has watched “Long Island Medium”, well, you can guestimate my pain. haha! But even though I felt as if I was taking shallow breathes, we still were enjoying the best time with them that we ever had!
After a week, I was beginning to think I had it all under control. I honestly started having conversations at night with my husband about “maybe my gift is GONE!” as I was seeming to do a great job keeping it all in! It became a silent joke between the 2 of us. Although, I really did worry…
...Until one of our last nights there with them.
I was sitting at the table with my husband and father-in-law Robert. Robert was talking about his old girlfriends back in the day! How he had a bunch of pictures of these “hotties” (haha!) and that he KNEW Lena had burned them all. Immediately, I could see the bundle of pictures in tact and told him, “she didn’t burn them. They’re still there.” He looked at me and laughed. After all, he KNOWS she burned them!
My husband saw that look on my face, smiled at me and said, “dad...ask mom.” Robert yelled to Lena about the pictures. She was sitting in an adjoining room playing games and laughed at him saying she would never burn any of his things.
Next thing I understand (because it’s all a big haze to me!), I blurted out the name “Lora Lynn”. All was silent. Then I heard Lena yell to me, “where the HECK did you get THAT name?” My body was numb! As you can imagine, I was almost catatonic! She asked again, “WHERE did you get that name from? WHO did you get that name from?” I could only point behind me and murmur the words “she said it”.
At this point, my husband was getting up from the table, ready to pack it up and head home! lol
Lena explained to us that her mother bought her a beautiful doll when Lena was a little girl. It was her favorite doll and she named her “Lara Lynn”. She always thought she’d name her daughters this but she only had sons. That name was always very special.
Nothing more was said that night. It was time for bed anyway….phew!
The next day, we were all sitting together enjoying our coffee when Lena began to ask a few questions about my ‘work’ experiences. I shared a few general stories with her and I could feel her Spirit opening up. That’s when her mother showed up with a ton of family behind her.
Next thing I knew (and I really haven’t a clue as to how this began), I was describing her mother’s clothes; a pretty blue apron over a beautiful dress with a lace hemline. Her mother was sharing the fact that she was dancing and was able to wear dancing/heeled shoes! That seemed to be a big deal to her! One by one, she introduced me to Lena's uncles, her father, etc. So much information came and went and was validated.
Over 2 hours passed and I was exhausted but then her mother rang a southern dinner bell and they all walked away. I thought our visit was complete until I looked to my left. There standing was a gorgeous young woman who apparently had been waiting this entire time to speak with us.
I admit, she scared me for a moment because I never saw her there previously. Her energy was not like the others who had been present earlier. She was soft spoken and a bit nervous. So soft spoken in fact that I really had to listen closely to hear her. I told Lena of this woman and explained I could not hear her enough to get a name. That’s when I began to smell gas.
I thought it was from the lawnmower outside and yelled to my husband about the strong odor. He came inside and confirmed he had not used it nor any gasoline that day.
So I began to question this woman again. She just kept looking at Lena as if she was hoping to get a good response from her. It was as if she kept sheepishly asking, “do you see me, Lena? I’m right here. It’s okay. I am okay.”
Suddenly, my mother-in-law asked, “Joan?!” The woman nodded her head yes to me and softly smiled. I also nodded to Lena.
Joan talked to Lena about God, about her needing to forgive her in order to move on towards other chapters in Heaven. I sensed her need to connect with Lena, to feel her love and guidance, prayers.
You see, before Joan passed, Lena begged her not to go out that evening. They were both in their late teens. Joan went out anyway and with a gentlemen Lena didn’t approve of her being with. Both Joan and this man died of accidental asphyxiation due to carbon monoxide poisoning while in his vehicle that evening. It has haunted Lena now for over 50 years. It was time for healing.
Joan confirmed a dream visitation Lena had of her years back. That was a glorious affirmation! As they visited now, I could feel the layers of guilt and years melting off and a beautiful healthy glowing light was growing around them both.
At the end of their visit, Joan was leaping with joy and her energy was extremely light and fun!
The last thing Joan did before moving on was presenting Lena with what looked like a popsicle with a giant colorful bow on it. It was kinda’ neat as she curtsied in front of her with one in each hand, handing Lena one and keeping the other to herself. She smiled and left us at that moment.
When I explained to my mil Joan’s actions, she told me ‘that was our thing! Each Friday we would get fudgesicles together! We loved doing that together!”
A last wonderful gift.
Since then, my relationship with Lena has flourished. I’ve never felt closer to her and she actually promotes me to friends as her daughter “who is a Christian Sensitive”. I like that title. :)