Blogs by K. Mulroney
John Edward, Psychic Medium? I Believe Now.
6/18/2009 10:47:31 AM
I didn't know if I really believed in the self professed Psychic Mediums. Most I still doubt. I went to see John Edward in person and it wasn't what I witnessed that convinced me that there is a spirit world trying to connect with us, it was what I discovered AFTER I left and what is still with me. This is a true story. Just happened last month.
Do you believe in the after life, ghosts? Do you ask yourself if there is something out there, somewhere around that spiritual corner that is better than here? That some place where your loved one is watching and still critiquing your every move? Kidding!
Of course you do or at the very least have. Even if you are an atheist, it would be hard for this writer to swallow, a no answer. I see in everyday life that it is human nature to wonder. We come out screaming and wondering and we most certainly go out the very same way. I had questions on the authenticity of those who claim to be in touch with the after life, as John Edward has.
John Edward, claims to be a Psychic Medium. Having a pathway to the other side. He has made a good living out of touring and selling his talent. Or is he? selling a talent I mean.
I attended an add on show, one that was not originally scheduled for that day. They sometimes add an additional show without very much advanced warning. This show was the Saturday after Mother's Day and was held at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont, Illinois. Yes, I live in the very state where it seems those same past on souls are allowed to vote in each and every election. Not only is that a well known phenomenon, but what's weirder? They all appear to be Democrats! But that's another blog.
He had a show on WE TV where I saw some amazing things transpire. Now I have an open mind to everything. Okay, most everything so when my daughter bought us tickets to see him live, I thought great, now I will see what the fuss is all about.
First,I have to say, he has a great staff. Fun and carefree. They joke with you and put you at ease while you are standing in line. unlike other venues, the Edward show gives you a wrist band to wear so you may wander around the building, go to the bathroom or simply crash the senior prom happening down the hall. You can't take pictures but you are to engrossed in what is happening to care much about that.
This was a small group. I would say many seventy, eighty people. It was NOT televised which is my first inclination that he might just be the real deal. Flimsy evidence? yes, but I'm easy. Remember I told you this was an add on show. It was pretty much last minute. I thought BECAUSE of that, it would be televised or recorded and that the show might put in what I like to refer to as "stagers".
John was twenty minutes late starting the reading. People were getting anxious and started playing with their phones, fixing their hair, calling friends and families chiming " I'm here!!" I on the other hand never following the crowd if I don't have to, was looking down at the design in the carpet. I love colorful abstract art and this was swirled with bright purples, lime greens and blues. It reminded me of carpets I have seen on TV at some of the Las vegas casinos. Just as I pulled my phone out to take a picture of the carpet I heard a woman say "listen to my new ring tone" I recognized the song right away because it's one of the only songs I liked that Gun and Roses every made.
Significance? Hold your horses, I'm getting there!
John finally arrived. Waving as he walked in but started immediately pointing to my section and back about three rows. He said while he was meditating before the show, this man's mother kept bothering him and would not go away. She was so insistent that he go to her son immediately that he was cut short in his meditation time.
The mother wanted to apologize and it needed to be said right that minute. Another man was told that his deceased wife of nine months wanted John to tell him even though she loved him, one way or another she was leaving him. In other wards, if she hadn't died she would have packed a bag. The emotion and recognition on that man's face was no act. I felt sorry for him but wondered what kind of nutbag was he that his dead wife would tell the entire room she was unhappily married. Guess spirits don't care much for privacy.
He asked another group if they had a police officer in their family who had passed on. They said yes a stepfather. After receiving to quick responses to several other personal questions, John was livid! All of the sudden he started yelling at them about stopping to think about the question before dismissing it. He said everyone there wanted a reading and they were lucky enough to have a love one come through. So the least they could do was to think a minute before answering. The rest of us snapped up in our chairs like little sister watching your older brother getting his hand smacked for taking a cookie and lying about it. I could see John took this very seriously.
During the two and half hours that the readings went on there were people picked all around me. On both sides and two behind me. I was in the front row and about ten feet from John during the entire show. Toward the end he gave a woman right over my left shoulder a reading. Her mother was there carrying pink roses with thorns. This is the symbol he has been given by these spirits to show love but the thorns are an admission of not being the loving parent they should have been and it was an apology and reassurance that they know what they did, what hurt they caused but now can say it and own their mistakes. Right after that he asked if anyone there had a Sergent in the family, a military person. An elderly woman stood and said SHE had been a Sergent in the army and that Sarge was and still is her nick name. My ears perked to this.
Just before John left the room, he said, even though you did not have a reading it did not mean that your loved had not come through in the touching of others. He said the message is all around you but you have to be open to the signs and sometimes the signs are so in your face you stumble right over them. Well, I had no idea what all that gibberish meant and was only half listening at that point because of course, I had not been "special" enough to receive a reading. However, my silent daughter (who is 26 and believes in all of this including meditation and your own guide < angel> etc.) was smiling ear to ear. I asked if she was starstruck because frankly, I saw nothing to be smiling about. It was great for those that had a reading and I was honestly happy for them.
I always knew my mother did not feel for me as a mother should feel for the child she bore and kept. This was confirmed for me when she died and I found a diary that pretty much said in plain English, she did not love me. Every child wants their mothers love and I sometimes think it's easier to grow up without one than have one who you know with ever fiber of your being, can not stand you. So this was my plight. This is why I agreed to go. Closure. What I left with was carpet pictures.
After the show, my daughter was practically running to the parking garage. I thought she hated crowds, turns out she couldn't wait to tell me what was in that room for me. What the message was all about in Johns parting words. She breathlessly said to me "mom, did you see all that, did you hear what John was saying?" I replied that of course I had heard but it had nothing to do with me. I had not been read. The next thing out of her mouth floored me.
"The first man behind us had a mother who never showed him much love, she was to strict and never included herself in his life." She said.
I said "So."
" The woman in front of him two rows behind us, had her mother come with pink roses with thorns. An apology for all the pain she caused and owning the hurt." She was getting more excited.
Once again I said, "So."
" The people he yelled at had a mother who was married to a police officer!" She giggled.
"And?" I asked with a bit more curiosity.
" AND the woman in the front row? OUR row who was a Sergent in the Army and that is still her nickname??" She was so giddy she was clapping her hands together like a five year old at Disney. She was so excited she was about to jump from the back seat into my lap. I reached for the volume knob on the radio. As I turned it up she yelled at me,
"MOM! REMEMBER THE RING TONE?? REMEMBER THE LADY'S RING TONE ON HER NEW PHONE??"
Like a surreal dream that same song was playing on my Satellite, no commercial radio station.
The non-believer in me is gone today. At that moment, that one moment out of every other in my life I was sure There is life after death. You see, my mother was never an active part in my life. We lived in the same house. That was all. There was abuse both physical and mental yet all I ever wanted was to love her and vice versa.
I wanted her to acknowledge the pain she caused me, the love she couldn't give. This was the man whose mother was so insistant in the beginning of the show that John tell him she knows what she did. It was also the lady whose mother brought pink roses with thorns, owning her part in her child's painful life.
The family whose hard nosed mother was married to a police officer, the woman in the first row named Sarge served as a Sargent in the Army. The ring tone, the song in the car.
All the "mother's" who came out to apologize were all around me. behind me almost next to me. My father was a police officer when my mother married him. He too has passed now. My mother was a drill Sargent in the Army before she married my father. The ring tone and the song in the car was Guns and Roses (Roses the spirits use as a symbol for love)was called: Sweet Child of Mine.
The next day my daughter and I were discussing how it could just be coincidence. She was quite adamant about it being the real deal and I was still a little skeptical although I will say quite tingly about it all. While reminiscing about our adventure I was rummaging through a drawer when I came across a group of CD's not in their cases but lying there in the corner of the drawer. When I picked them up the bottom one slid out, it was Guns and Roses. I hadn't listened to that CD in over two years. Didn't even know where it was.
This morning I was feeling a bit depressed about some things happening right now in my life and I couldn't find anything on TV to distract me. 500 channels and nothing on. I put " The Wrestler" in since I hadn't be very attentive the first time i saw it. I was not a bit surprised as I was writing a sad poem when the last scenes of the movie blasted out my new favorite song:
Sweet Child Of Mine.
I love you too mom.
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