Tales of Talking to Dead People

Our little psychic school went on a field trip to a retirement community, to try our skills doing psychic readings on a much older crowd. To a bunch of twenty-somethings, this experience seemed at times like a revelation. Old people just sat around didn’t they? These ones did not. One woman I read had three boyfriends. She wasn’t interested in marrying any of them and they were all in love with her. She was 85. I liked her.

I ended up sitting with a woman who had not gotten over her husband’s death from a few years ago. She asked me to read him. I had never done this sort of reading before, and my psychic school had not focused on reading dead people, preferring to work on current issues, psychological themes, problem solving and what-have-you. But I was game for anything. How hard could it be?

She didn’t tell me anything about her marriage and I don’t remember asking. I don’t know that I would have known what to ask back then.

Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I found myself with a great urge to hold both of her hands, a very strong urge that seemed to come from her husband. I stopped myself from reaching out to her. I’m so sorry, I heard him say over and over. I’m so sorry. I never should have cheated on you. I know I hurt you.

I told her this. She started crying. Her husband had cheated on her for years, and when he died she was left not only heartbroken by his death but heartbroken by his infidelities and inability to apologize.

I don’t remember the rest of what we talked about, although I think most of it revolved around her husband and her relief at knowing he wanted to reach out to her, to tell her he was sorry, that he loved her.

It was a revelation to me that one could reach out to those that had died and have them respond with such apparent ease; someone whose body was cold in the ground could yet reach past the shadowy barriers of death to pass on a message. Although this has happened to me many times since, I will never forget that first time.

Daddy Phones Home

He showed up in my mind polite but persistent. I’m not sure how to do this, he told me. Do I just talk to you? I’m not sure I believe in this stuff.

Not many people had just shown up out of nowhere from the other side, particularly someone who wasn’t sure any of this was real in the first place. Usually I reached out to them. I tried to reassure him that he was in the right place and that he could talk to me. I need to tell my daughter how sorry I am, he said. As soon as possible.

He had died about a year previously.

The man who showed himself to me had once been a prominent politician when he was alive. He eventually left his wife and daughters and married a woman some twenty years younger, who at times had a competitive relationship with the daughter who was my client.

His manner of speaking was very reserved and polite, almost formal. He told me that he realized too late how much his daughter had loved him and would always love him, and how quickly he had faded from his wife’s (now a widow) memory. An event had happened that caused him to feel his wife had forgotten him. He didn’t elaborate as to what it was. I had the impression that he felt very betrayed. But his daughter never had forgotten him, he realized this now.

My client Irene had been devastated by his death and had struggled to be there for him while he was dying,  clashing with his wife in the process. You must tell her right now, he said. You must tell her I’m sorry and that I understand now how much she cared about me and always will. I was too blind to see it before.

She’s in New York, I told him. I can’t call her from California now, it’s one in the morning there. He had trouble understanding this point. But I promised that I would call her first thing in the morning.

I kept my word and called Irene the next morning. I told her about my psychic conversation with her dead father.

It all made sense to her.

My step-mother is getting married next week, she said. She had suspected her step-mom of quietly carrying on with another man while her father was still alive, resulting in a wedding to another man only a year after her father died. Irene had felt shut out and heartbroken while her father was gravely ill.

It’s been interesting to me how much healing can take place after the death of a loved one.

3 thoughts on “Tales of Talking to Dead People”

  1. Don Chendo Gaeta

    hey hi once years ago i wads 17 At the tome im 44 now i was talking to one of my friends then out of no where i heard his voice teling me domething i dont remember what it was then 5 sec latter he will tell me the same thing bug this time with his mouth the first time i would get it by thincking to my self i knew what he was going to say before he said any thing i havent ven able to do it scinse any tips

  2. Don Chendo Gaeta

    hey hi once years ago i wads 17 At the tome im 44 now i was talking to one of my friends then out of no where i heard his voice teling me domething i dont remember what it was then 5 sec latter he will tell me the same thing bug this time with his mouth the first time i would get it by thincking to my self i knew what he was going to say before he said any thing i havent ven able to do it scinse any tips

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