Connecting With The Other Side.

by Christine Corda
(Waterbury Ct)


"They will come and kiss you goodbye" Connecting with the other side. I have been a psychic medium all my life. But this does not mean that I do not grieve when someone I love dearly passes away. I was very, very close to my grandmother, hers was a love I did not receive from anyone else, ever, her gentle touch and quiet voice made being with her my safe haven from a stressful and fearful world.

My abilities were recognized by her and she gently encouraged me to accept them and grow, she was never afraid of them or acted like I was 'different'.

We spent many days talking laughing and playing in her house and yard. I never wanted to go home after staying with her. Every time I would leave she would come over to me she always put her hand on my arm and stroked my hair, leaning close to give me a small kiss on my cheek three times, “muah muah muah” she would say, and pat my back which always made me laugh.

The smell of her perfume would remain with me for a bit until I saw her again, comforting all by itself. I remember a conversation we had when I was about 17 years old; we were in the car waiting for my friend to come out of the store.

She said to me "You know Chrissy I don't have much longer on this earth", to which I responded "Okay just don't die in the car”. We laughed.

She said "well if its ok with you I would like to visit you once and awhile after I go". I told her she had better visit me, and we agreed if it was "ok" she would come to visit me now and again.

In 1986 she went to live in a retirement home, in spite of my protests, the family felt it best for her. The home was quite a way to get to, so I only saw her a few times a year. I was devastated when they sold her house, my haven, I guess I held out hope she would someday come back again but she had been suffering small strokes and had a hard time caring for herself and had basically forgotten everyone's name, and who they were, so she needed to be supervised.

One early morning in 1987 I awoke to feel a presence at my side, a hand on my arm. I knew there was someone there I felt the presence clearly. Frustrated because I was exhausted from working a double shift at my Nursing job, I tried my best to ignore the presence and got up to get a drink of water.

I still felt the presence of a hand on my arm when I stumbled back into bed. I was exhausted and remember saying to seemingly no one... "I will talk to you tomorrow I am so tired”. “Please understand". I just did not make the connection. I have done this before with spirits who come to me in the middle of the night.

I fell back asleep and dreamed: I dreamed I saw my Grandma in a small room looking out the window; she was resting in a rocking chair and was holding her head in her hands. She looked so small and frail, I asked her "what’s wrong are you ok?" she said "Oh Chrissy my head hurts".

I asked her in the dream if she wanted an aspirin and she said "don't worry about that now, I'm going away". "I told her please don't go away" but she said nothing, and didn't move. I woke up with such a start I almost fell out of bed. My first thought was of the spirit who had been in the room the night before, "Grandma” I said out loud, "oh no". About 15 minutes later my father came in and told me she had died. I just sat there in shock, I knew it was her who had come to me earlier and I was mad at myself for not paying closer attention, for not making the connection.

When a person dies, in the beginning of their journey they can have a hard time appearing to or communicating to others, this must have been the case with Gram, I was furious with myself for being so tired I did not want to take the time to help her communicate. In hindsight I give myself a break but then I was utterly despairing. I asked her to please come back again as I wanted to see her so very much. I see spirit on a daily basis but I did not see her.

A week went by and her wake was upon us, I was extremely uncomfortable at her wake as I am at most wakes, lots of spirits there, but not her. I began to wonder if she was mad at me for going back to sleep the night of her death. Her funeral came and went, I asked her day and night to come back and visit me again. Nothing. I almost gave up hope. I certainly felt like a failure of a medium.

You know when we lose someone we are so very close to the process of grief is a long and hard one, everyone is different and goes through the process in a different way and takes different time periods to do so. But it is a process we must go through.

As a medium I have helped people go through this process, to let go, but to also understand our loved ones are not completely gone we will see them again. For me it was doubly frustrating, knowing I see spirits but being unable to see her or hear her was really getting to me. I worked as much as possible to keep myself occupied.

One night after work I decided to sit outside on a lawn chair and look up at the trees, me and Gram used to do this often we both love trees! I prayed "please God let me know she is okay, please let me hear from her I miss her so much."

Even though I was outside and in a lawn chair I fell asleep, I woke up and it was dark, I was in that funny state between sleep and awake and heard a noise next to me. I adjusted eyes to see who it was. I felt a hand on my arm, it was warm and familiar, before I could get up or say anything I heard; "I'm okay Chrissy" "I love you and I will always be around". I felt the soft kisses on my cheek three times and a pat on my back. It happened so quickly I barely had time to react. As I sat up in hopes to catch a glimpse of her but I only heard the wind through the trees, she was not there. It was then I smelled the distinct scent of her perfume which stayed with me for the rest of the night. I know my Grandma moved on into the light, I know she took some time to do so, but I also know she came and said goodbye to me; in her own time. It is something I treasure and will treasure my entire life.

You see spirit cannot be forced, be careful when you ask for signs from your loved ones whether through a medium or through yourself. Be respectful of them and consider they may need time or a certain way to do this. Don't be so upset if a medium cannot connect with your loved ones sometimes they just don't come though... forcing does not help.

I don't know why my gram took so long to come back after the initial visit and may never know. Theories can be discussed about it till doomsday, I am happy only for the fact she did come back.

Remember this, love does not die, we are made in love, and through love we exist so we cannot die. Look for the signs from those you love who have passed on, give yourself time and them time, you will find the signs if you are open to them coming in their own way.

Christine Corda - Psychic Medium from Waterbury Ct.
Teacher

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My Dad's visit
by: Ms.Starr

On October 20th, 2010 my father passed from a heart attack. Just that morning I ordered his birthday present to be mailed to him. That was at 8:00am in the morning, the same time he had his attack. My mother found him at 2:00pm. She called me at work, when she called I didn't reconize her voice as she told my sister in law she couldn't tell me. My sister in law said there was bad news. My heart felt like it was in my throat as she told me my father was dead. I could believe what she said, I droppd the phone on my desk and started crying. I knew I needed to pick up the phone shacking and crying I told her I'm coming home. I hung up and tried to call home to tell my husband. I couldn't remeber my own phone number. Finally I did and told him. He called the children with the news. My daughter called me in tears asking what happened. I told her I didn't know but I was on my way. I went home and packed what we needed. It was the worse pain I have ever had in my life. I cry just at the thought of his chair. I could understand why I had not seen him or heard him. Then this weekend friday night I heard him call me. I looked around I saw three beams of light at the end of the bed. I looked to see where the light came from. My blinds were drawn and no lights anywhere. I got into bed then saturday night I got into bed, turned off the light and again another light, just one at the end of the bed. I said Dad if that is you visit me in my dreams if your to weak to show your self. Just before dawn on sunday, he came to me. He looked great, he came to me and said,"Let me look at your eyes. You have been crying too much." I felt his warm breath on my face. He said, " I had a heart attack and it was quick. I tried to get up but couldn't. But I'm ok, and I will never be too far away." That morning I felt better. I told my husband what happened and how I felt. I have not cried since. I spoke to my sister on sunday afternoon and she told me the got the report on why Dad passed. I told her a heart attack and it was fast. She asked if Mom called me. I told her no, Dad had visited and he told me. I told her what he said and I hoped he go to Mom soon. I know if he does she would feel better. I just told my Mom tonight. She said she needs for him to come to her. That is why she has been sleeping so much. I told her he was still very weak and getting to know how it all works and it took him two days to come to me. Just give him time. She sounded better as I hung up the phone. I pray he does soon.

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