Judy's Experiences

Judy's experiences with mediums

In August, 1993, six months after Jim began talking to me, two weeks after I saw my cousin Jerry, and two months before I found Swedenborg’s writings, I went to a medium. She was a local one and not famous.

Since I was into my grief for six months, I can honestly say that I was literally crazy on the inside. I did a pretty good job of hiding it from people – but inside I was a total and complete mess. I feared for my sanity especially since I saw my cousin Jerry, who had died some 25 years before. I was convinced that if I were to confide my experiences to a physician, I would be committed to a mental institution.

The reason I went to a medium was that I wanted verification for what I was experiencing. If they could reach any ONE of my dead loved ones (mother, father, both sets of grandparents, my cousin, a friend and also my fiancé Jim), then perhaps I could began to trust my own experiences.

I went to a facility that operates as a foundation for all things psychic and have classes and other events. I choose the medium as by her own words she was clairvoyant.

I did not tell her why I had come which seemed to unsettle her somewhat. When she pressed for details, I said that I had to know if what was being told to me was really true. She then got out some strange looking cards that I believe are known as Oh! Cards (they were not Tarot cards), but were round. She then started to “read me.”

She told me that I had 3 children (I have NO children) – and that my parents and I were soon to take a trip together. She talked about my parents I as though they were still in this world saying that I occasionally had arguments with them. I didn’t stop her – I just listened. After 10 minutes of everything being COMPLETELY WRONG, she then asked me what I wanted to know about my future. I told her that I didn’t care about knowing my future – that when things came up, I handled my life. She then got extremely defensive and wanted to know why I was there.

I was then honest – I told her that she “got everything wrong” – and I was now in such a state that I just mumbled, “They are dead – they’re all dead, don’t YOU get that?” Well, she then said that she could contact them and she said that she got my father – but she completely missed everything about him. And she keep pressing me about what I was told – and I kept saying that if she was truly having communication with the other side, they could tell her what I had been told – thus verifying my own communication.

Well, she cut the session short (never mind that I had already paid in advance for the full time) and told me that I needed to see a psychiatrist. I just looked at her – and then a minute later, she said that perhaps I had the “gift” myself. I won’t begin to tell you what I thought of her and her gift or her comments.

And I vowed to never go to another medium. I was very near the edge with the pain in my grief – I was suicidal, and I can tell you that this experience made it worse for me. I doubted my very sanity before the reading – and I can tell you that I doubted it even more after that reading.

Well, two months later, and I am sure, on the verge of a total breakdown, I found the writings of Emanuel Swedenborg – and the things that Jim were telling me are in his writings. I found out that I wasn’t going insane – and although it took some time to adjust to the grief, I began to get stronger and stronger every day – by reading Swedenborg’s writings and the Bible.

Two years after this disastrous reading, I went to a class on how to make better contact with your loved ones. I only wanted to see if I could incorporate anything different to keep the channel of communication up that I was now getting on a daily basis.

The class was very small – perhaps 10 people – and was about a 4 hour class. Much to my surprise, she announced that she would do mini-readings for people as part of the class – just 5 minutes each. That was not part of the outline of the class, and quite honestly due to my one and only reading, I probably would have not gone if I had known that.

When it was my turn, she stated that my grandmother had already passed over. I knew from reading books on mediums that you simply state yes or no (which is really what agitated the first medium). And I responded accordingly, but didn’t give any information away – as I simply did not feel that this medium would be any different than the first. Well, with my age, her saying that my grandmother was on the other side could have been and might have been a lucky guess. I was extremely skeptical and wary. She then said that it was my maternal grandmother (with whom I was extremely close) and then related that my grandmother was telling her that I had been her favorite grandchild (which my grandmother, much to my embarrassment had told me a number of times). Then very fast, the medium said that my mother was over there as well (and from the tone of the medium’s voice, she sounded surprised at that). Just as I answered yes and nothing more, the medium put both hands to the side of her head and moaned – and then slumped her head into her lap. She said (and she could not see me with her head like that) that my mother had terrific headaches. I softly said yes – and before I was even finished saying “yes” – the medium was straightening up and saying “Oh poor dear – she had brain tumors” – which she did. There is no way that this medium could have known anything about me. First of all, I paid for the class in advance by cash – and only using my first name and last initial to register the class. There is simply no way that this woman could have known that.

The reading was now ending and before it ended, the medium told me that my grandmother had told her that I was hearing Jim – and that I had been frightened and they wanted me to know not to be frightened. And that was the end of the 5-minute reading.