The dead guy in my hotel room

I'm taking a break from sky stuff to talk about psychic stuff so if that's not your jam, skip this one.

First, a shout-out. If you want good mediumship content, I recommend Rowan Tree Groves (Tiktok link) on whatever social media you're a fan of (they are on Facebook & Instagram also). Most of the stuff that Cindy says about what she calls "the afterlife" jives with my observations, and Cindy’s been doing it longer. I'm not interested in talking to dead famous people but I like Cindy's content about the consistent things she finds when she encounters the spiritual realm. Those of us who are seers don't always know why we are seeing what we are seeing, and I find some of her conclusions helpful.

So here's a story of what happens when I wander the earth. I had to go to a conference a couple months ago. Generally, I hate conferences and other crowd-type situations because I pick up everyone's feelings and get overstimulated really easily. So I can do 5 - 6 hours maximum and then am just completely catatonic for like 2 days afterward. It's not ideal. This conference was in a place that required me to stay in a hotel overnight. So, there I was.

Except that I forgot something my mentor taught me when I was learning mediumship (talking to dead people), which is that once you know how to do it, it's akin to having a porch light on, so dead people will find you and try to get messages through to you if you're adjacent to a living person they want to talk to. So my mentor advised me to set intentions that when I'm home I'm not available for contacts unless I'm doing readings. I set that intention, I forgot about it. Then I left my place to go to this conference. I forgot about any sort of intentions for my trip, as I was more focused on surviving the conference, knowing it would be rough.

In my hotel room, I closed my eyes to go to sleep the first night and then realized I was feeling the pull of a spiritual presence of some sort. It was someone who had died in the hotel and was trying to get my attention. Cool, no problem, I know what to do with those (it's a process I won't bore you with but the outcome of it is encouragement to go into the light rather than hanging out and bothering random people in hotel rooms). Then I realized that there was someone else waiting to talk to me: a very polite man who I'd known when he was alive, "sitting" on my hotel couch like he was waiting to be called on.

One thing about how my gift works: if I've met you in life, I can find you in death, because I know what your energy feels like. If that sounds weird to you, well, I alwyas thought everyone could "feel" people like I can, so I don't know how to describe it to you, except it's like when someone walks up behind you and you know who it is before you turn around because they've entered your energy field and you recognize them based on that. If I'm looking for someone, I can find them 99% of the time, because I'm focusing my energy on doing that. As I'm navigating life, I'm not looking for anyone, because I'm usually listening to music and reading stuff...and minding my business. Experience has taught me that if you look for spiritual beings of whatever sort, you will find them, and there's no end to it, so the sane approach is to leave it alone when I'm not doing psychic work so that I get to have hobbies and normal conversations with people.

Anyway, back to the very polite man, who I recognized immediately: I hadn't seen him in a decade, and I also didn't know he was dead. So this was confusing but not altogether surprising, given age and health factors I'd been vaguely aware of (the last I'd heard about him there was concern that he was developing a degenerative illness, but there had been no formal diagnosis at all. Just concerning signs.). Still: sad (to me). We chatted for a while until I rolled over and declared I really needed to sleep to prepare myself for a day of conference.

And guess who came back the next night! Again, very pleasant, very nice, pretty apologetic for a misunderstanding involving me that he had a part in while alive (apparently after he died I came up as some of his unfinished business, so he was trying to settle his end of it to the extent that he could). I felt redeemed somewhat, because as people who have died detach from the worldly plane, it is easier for them to see you for who you really are, as opposed to through the lens of their personality and biases. I was on the wrong side of something he cared about, and I had no idea this was the case, and I also had no bad intentions. While he was alive, he wasn't sure what my motivations were but now he can see them clearly. This is another thing that I see a lot, which is a dramatically increased perspective of the bigger picture and the butterfly-effect-type of impacts of their actions while alive, both positive and negative. Anyway, he gave me messages I'm not sure I can ever deliver, but if I get the opportunity, I will.

Awkwardly, I knew his last name perfectly well but I couldn't remember his first name, so he told me what it was. A trick for those of you with "abilities" if you need or want a name: they can show you the faces of other people you know with that name or similar. This guy showed me...my boss. Who was my only coworker who was also with me at the conference. And I thought "no way, I'm just tired." I knew the dead guy shared a name with one of his sons, and I knew all their names, and my boss's name wasn't a match. And so I again rolled over and... didn't get much sleep, because I was going over events from a decade ago in my mind.

Several days later, I was journaling about the encounters, and thought "what the hell, I'll look up the obituary." Last name, last known location, "obituary." Found it immediately. Wouldn't you know it: he went by his middle name (that he shared with a son) but he and my boss had/have the same first name.

This story doesn't have a conclusion due partially to some Aquarius moon problems (see previous post and draw your own conclusions about what I might be hinting at), but it's just an example of what happens when I wander around.