Being married to a physical medium is a life experience unlike most spouses’, and an ever-evolving spiritual journey. These are my stories and insights—from the beautiful to the terrifying…
“I’m Here” 2.0
My late husband Jeep has been making his presence known on a regular basis by moving a stuffed Christmas bear around in my office. This is a delightful way to let me know he’s dropped by, and a visible message sent to me directly, since I cannot see him like Ian does. If he’s visiting while Ian is here, they talk briefly and Jeep updates Ian on what he’s been up to, as he continues to watch over loved ones in his spiritual body. I am fortunate to be one of those loved, and I feel that love whenever he is here!
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Death’s Gift
The spectre of Death for many is an idea which evokes terror and fear. In reality, Death is natural and organic, an instrument of God to cross over souls into the next realm. Death is just as much a part of human life as living itself.
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Sage of Angels
On numerous occasions, the white sage smudge stick we keep on the altar has begun to spontaneously ignite and burn, filling the room with spiritually healing smoke, which in turn drifts through the rest of the house on its own. This has been my late husband, Jeep, cleansing our home, bodies and spirits, as well as removing any negative attachments which may have followed us home…
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The Suicide Man
GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING. Last night while I was working on another post for my blog, Ian came into the studio and told me he was uncomfortable in the bedroom where he was playing with our ferret, Bosley. He said there was the spirit of a dead man who suddenly appeared…
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The Cherubim
In the early morning hours of July 30, I was visited by a cherubim in my sleep. In my dream, I was standing at the edge of a massive desert canyon, its depth obscured by darkness as the sheer rock walls descended beyond the range of sight. I was not alone—numerous people were milling about on my side of the chasm, marveling at the natural wonder just meters from our feet. There was chatter and conversation from the groups of individuals nearby, not unlike a visit to a popular tourist spot.
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“I’m Here”
Tonight after I returned home from a shift of food deliveries, I noticed an “ugly” Christmas sweater Jeep (my late husband) used to wear for the holidays, draped over the back of my office chair. I immediately thought Ian had put it on there while doing some laundry or reorganizing, and asked him. He didn’t know what I was talking about, so I pointed at the chair. The front of the sweater was perfectly centered on the back of the chair, fabric smoothed as if laid out to wear for the evening. “No,” he replied. “Wasn’t me.”
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Save Our Souls
GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING. In October of 2021, my husband and I purchased a home which had a demonic infestation. Only a handful of people know the details I am about to share, including our priest, close family and a couple of friends. I’ve referenced the final clearing and rebuke of the demon in a previous post, but have never gone into detail or shared the photographic evidence of the attacks until now. To be clear, this is a very heavy and terrifying story. It took almost three years to summon the will to relive the trauma we endured for many months, and this is the first time I’ve actually sat down and looked at the photos I’ve included in this writing. But this story must be told.
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Jeep
My first paranormal experience with Jeep happened when he suffered a sudden onset of acute pancreatitis while were in Mexico in 1997, and nearly died. He was brought back from the brink of death by three angels, who held vigil during the darkest moments…
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Intersection of the Dead
As we were heading toward a customer’s address with a food order, we stopped at an intersection near the freeway off ramp. Hints of fog could be seen far in the distance, while closer to our position the night air was crisp and clear. The streets were clean and pristine from the prior night’s rain storm, which had washed away any debris and darkened the asphalt, contrasting the road from the brilliant glow of the streetlights above.
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This collection of stories chronicles some of my experiences being married to a physical medium, and our dealings with the paranormal. Throughout the years, my husband and I have grown spiritually and closer as a result. We are a team in the true sense: he sees and interacts with the dead; I take on the role of discernment, protector, researcher, and man of action—when action is necessary…