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WELCOMING COMFORT

As I began giving messages to the congregation of the Spiritualist church that I was serving, I felt the spirit of an elderly gentleman who wanted to touch in with someone in the room. I described the frail, white-haired fellow: He was resting with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. The man’s energy was very tired, and it felt like drawing breath was exhausting. But he was not in pain. He was at peace, and was comfortable knowing that his soul was in transition to the next life, and even though he was weary, he wanted someone to know that he loved… Who? Spirit then showed me a garnet ring on his finger. “Does anyone know this gentleman?” I asked hopefully. But the congregation’s silence told me nobody wanted to accept this dying man.

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You're Never Too Young

I was certainly surprised to learn that the young man who’d asked me such an interesting question was only 17 years old. His curly auburn hair hung down to his shoulders, and he wore the kind of tie-dyed t-shirts I used to wear when I was 17. But his inquisitive brown eyes were filled with wisdom, and when I looked at him, I felt I was gazing into the spirit of an old soul. Our brief chat – and the wonderful question he asked during our book launch event – was enough to give me hope that, yes, there’s a new generation of lightworkers out there who are eager to learn about how to spread love and hope, and fill the world with a sense of wonder.

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TALK TO HIM

When Janice and her daughter, Marion, visited me, they came with a dozen questions about the afterlife. Mainly, they wanted to make sure Peter, Janice’s husband and Marion’s father, wasn’t suffering anymore. Peter had died six months ago after a lengthy bout with brain cancer that had reduced the strong-willed, able-bodied community leader to a whisper of his former self. At Peter’s funeral, a high-ranking officer in the police department delivered the eulogy. And today, Janice was deeply concerned because, since Peter’s passing, she hadn’t dreamed about or felt her husband’s presence once. Where was he?

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NO ONE PASSES ALONE

Brenda, a family friend, called me from the hospital in tears. Marcus, her husband of thirty-two years, had died earlier that evening. His passing was not unexpected – his prostate cancer had spread throughout his body, and three weeks ago Marcus entered palliative care. I had visited him twice, giving the couple and their two grown sons whatever support I could. And now, I was glad to support Brenda in this time of her need – and gently let her know that she should not feel guilty because Marcus had died when she and her sons had left him to go downstairs to the hospital cafeteria to eat dinner.

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NOT ALWAYS THE BULLSEYE

I’ve just finished the final edit of my book Compassionate Messenger: True Stores from a Psychic Medium (Dundurn Press), and while I’m excited about the October publication, I’m also a bit intimidated. Because even though I’m proud of the work I’ve done and the many thousands of people I’ve helped over the last 30 years, I’m hesitant that people will read my book and feel that I always score 100 percent when it comes to psychic predictions and receiving messages from spirit. The truth of the matter is – I’m not perfect.

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Carolyn Molnar
Toronto Psychic Medium and Spiritual Teacher

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