(Dead)Jack apparated very early one sunny Saturday morning and told me I would have to be able to see him in [...]
You’ll hear a lot about Martin in these blogs because he is one of my favourite humans, ever. While his physical body leaves him with severe limitations (Martin has severe cerebral palsy) his spirit lives far beyond what the average human could begin to imagine. This blog is about one of these experiences with him, a truly extraordinary and heartwarming one.
My 27 year old daughter and I live together in our home, where we also operate two separate practices as mediums. The spirits roam freely here making themselves at home; turning on the microwave at 2am, sitting on the toilet in the middle of night and scaring the crap out of us. Sometimes they sing and talk really loudly just when we are going to bed for the night.
When I was a child I hated watching Hockey Night In Canada and in particular, I couldn’t stand watching the fist fights. I felt like the punches hit me personally. If the hockey player took a blow to the head, my head hurt. I felt so upset I could cry. As a teenager I had a hard time being around people who drank alcohol, usually because it made me feel sick, dizzy and nauseated and very anxious. Later I would learn that this anxiousness is called anxiety. As an adult, it has been increasingly difficult to be around people.