Learning to Connect with the Deceased
My chair grated on the hardwood floor as I took a seat in her dining room and she busied herself in the kitchen. We chatted as Sheila prepared me a green tea and warmed up some broth for herself (she was getting over a cold). A few moments later she set our cups on the table, steam curling from them, and told me how she discovered that she could connect with the deceased.
As early as 10 years old, Sheila knew there were things that set her apart from most people, including that she had flashbacks from a previous life, but it wasn’t until much later that she discovered the extent of her talents. That happened in 2005, the year that her close friend Mary passed away. Mary was from England and the morning after she died her husband Harry called and broke the news to Sheila. The loss was staggering for her and it was impossible to imagine that she would no longer hear Mary’s always chipper, “Hello Dear”.
She never guessed that just three days later, she would hear that friendly voice again saying, “Hello Dear. I want you to call Harry and tell him the veil is too heavy. I cannot get through.” Unable to call Harry and discuss this with him, Sheila brushed it aside as her imagination playing tricks on her. Until the next day when she heard Mary again. “Hello Dear, I want you to call Harry and tell him I have no more heavy legs. I can hop and walk and jump. I’m free!”
That was it. She called Harry and told him what she had heard and surprisingly, he understood. In the last 7 months of Mary’s life she had complained of heavy legs because her pacemaker didn’t always circulate blood well to her extremities. So, was this her way of telling him not to worry about her?
Neither of them was sure, but Sheila thought this was just a fluke. “I just couldn’t believe that I was hearing this shit. You know what I mean?” Not much thought was given to the incident and Sheila went on with life as normal, except that her morning routine changed slightly. Every day as she was getting ready, Sheila would converse with Mary in her head. Explaining it to me, she compared it to re-hashing conversations in your head. Never imagining that she was actually talking to Mary, she was shocked when one morning she attempted to start the conversation as usual by saying hello and received this answer, “Hello Dear. I cannot talk to you now because I have to go help Laura.”
Hm. Strange? Well, strange enough that once again Sheila reached out to Harry and told him what had happened. And again he confirmed the message. Harry and Mary’s daughter Laura had MS and that day she had fallen and broken a rib. For the first time Sheila wondered, “Am I really talking to Mary?”
Perhaps It Wasn't a Fluke
Several months later a second voice joined the conversation by explaining to Sheila that after death we vibrate at a different frequency. Convinced that it was Harry and Mary’s son who had passed away years before, Sheila asked Harry for his name but he wouldn’t tell her, hoping she would once again prove herself. And she did. “One morning, shortly after this, I was awakened with the name, Andy.” That was correct. “I consider this man one of my dearest friends. I have never met him in the physical in my whole life.”
The realization that these were not isolated incidents gave Sheila the confidence to begin helping other people connect with their loved ones. But, the stigma surrounding psychic mediums still has her miffed. “The reason I decided to come out was because of these transformations I see and because I have the balls to be one of the voices in the world… who… if we could just make end of life issues different, if we could approach it differently, regardless of the faith experience. Your faith and the way you handle your spirituality is your personal business. This is not supernatural. I have no psychic powers. It’s just a part of my brain that’s flipped on. We all have this part of our brain, but we come into this planet with different skills and abilities switched on.”
While the discovery that she could do this has been life changing, opening up to family and friends about it hasn’t been easy. The decision to tell them happened in part because of her friend’s brother who had passed away. He had been physically and mentally impaired and died in the hospital of pneumonia around the age of 40. One quiet morning as she was preparing for the day, he joined her by boinging all around her room on a pogo stick. In a perfect baritone he told Sheila that he was so happy to be out of that body and to tell his sister that she should not feel sad or guilty. For 2 weeks he would not leave her alone as she struggled with the decision to tell her friend. Finally, she made the decision and was rewarded with her friend’s confirmation. She did have a pogo stick as a little girl and he most likely saw her use it.
Can Science Back This Up?
I took a drink, my tea now sufficiently cool enough to take a sip, and asked her to delve further into the science behind all of this. First, she compared time to being in a room with three TV’s on. We have to tune into just one because we can’t handle all three. The past, present, and future she said, are all happening now. “We live pretty much in the future and in the past if you think about it. We do. It’s a shame. There is a loss there.”
She continued. “We don’t die, and science knows that. Science is trying to find a way to share that concretely with the world so it doesn’t offend anyone’s religion because this has nothing to do with religion, it’s about science. Consciousness survives the death experience, our body does not. Consciousness vibrates at a higher speed, at a higher vibration than our dense bodies do. Science knows that too. I’m talking about both medical science and physics.”
Since we all come in to this world with these abilities, Sheila thinks we should work on improving them. “I would love for there to be a course for kids starting in elementary school about how to develop this part of the brain we don’t use, as well as classes on how to balance a checkbook, and how to purchase real estate, and how to invest in the stock market. Instead of this bullshit they have us learn.”
Providing Relief to Clients and Friends
As our meeting progressed, I became curious, did she see anyone in the room at that moment? The answer (thank goodness), was no. “I don’t know why some I see and some I don’t see… I do see things that they show me.” But she was happy she didn’t see the dead all the time, “You know… imagine how distracting…”
Stories of her successes in this realm dominate her website and much of our time together. For brevity’s sake, I will bullet point a few here:
- A woman contacted her but was very guarded and wouldn’t tell Sheila who she wanted her to read for. Initially she didn’t get anything, but 10 minutes after emailing the woman and asking for photos, there was a male presence wearing fatigues next to her. It turned out this was not the woman’s son, but her son’s friend who had died in Iraq that the woman sent a card to every year. Sheila did get a transmission (as she calls them) from the woman’s son, but didn’t charge her because she didn’t get much information.
- A woman came over whose father had died. The woman felt that she hadn’t expressed how much she loved her father before he passed away. Sheila communicated with the father and was told the woman was a perfectionist. At the time, Sheila didn’t get much more, but the next day he was back. He told her he hated the army, he was a quiet guy, he got beaten to a pulp by one of his brothers, he worked in insurance sales, he wasn’t very handy, he wasn’t very good at sports, his wife ran the house and his daughter always saw that as a weakness, and more. When Sheila emailed his daughter the dictation, she called back laughing and confirmed everything.
- One of her friends came to visit and her dead parents walked in with her. They showed Sheila a home, so she drew a picture and showed it to her friend who confirmed this was her childhood home. Her friend’s mom told Sheila, “my wedding was my favorite day”. Her friend said that her mom had always said this. Finally, she showed Sheila how she looked on her wedding day, so Sheila drew a picture for her friend. The next day her friend brought over a picture of her parents on that day and it matched the drawing.
The Burden of Truth
Two hours later, my tea long since gone, we wrapped up our meeting with a few lingering questions I had, such as, if all people have this ability, what prevents us from doing what Sheila does? “The truth is, we all inherently can do this. That is the truth. Our belief systems prevent us from trying because most of us don’t want to go against the worlds linear view of what the truth of everything is. But it is only a viewpoint and it is flawed.”
I slowly gathered my belongings and asked a final question. Did Sheila ever feel that this was a burden? “This is not a burden because it’s something I love to do. I am as fascinated, I am as surprised… do you know what I mean? I never set out to do this.”