Welcome to the #OtherSide.
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Tell us a little bit about yourself and what you're seeking.
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PSA - My intro is looong. LOL But I think it's really important for folks to know why I do what I do. And I want to know why you do what you do? Each of us a story of why we are metaphysicians, psychics, tarot readers, mediums, rune and tea leaf readers, et al. I hope that by telling my story, others will be helped in some way.
Here we go...
On January 5, 1997 my mom, Patricia B. Carter, was killed due to medical negligence which resulted in her wrongful death. When she presented in ER that morning a staff member pulled the wrong records and my mom was treated based on a complete stranger’s medical history. Erroneously applied procedures and medications induced her fatal heart attack.
Perhaps if the attending cardiologist had recognized my mom as his own patient from private practice, perhaps if he’d gotten to her bedside sooner than the 18 minutes that are documented...
She was only 61.
Patricia B. Carter
1936 - 1997
We’d never been a spiritual or religious family so I didn’t ascribe to any particular doctrine’s outline of what happens after death. The only thing I believed in back then was the excruciating pain cocooning every part of me.
In a desperate effort to find out what happened to ‘her’ I attended a wide variety of church ceremonies. None of them resonated with me. But I wasn’t willing to accept or believe that my beloved mom was just ‘gone’. In my grieving mind and heart she was ‘out there somewhere’. So I set out to find her.
Over the next couple years I spent more than fifteen thousand dollars on readings with psychics, mediums, tarot readers, medical intuitives, channelers, and spiritual counselors. And, lemme’ tell ya’, at the time there were more New Age and metaphysical shops and fairs than one could shake a smudge stick at.
Anyone who seemed even remotely credible could have my money. I placed my heart in their hands.
The books and CDs I bought could’ve filled a sizeable New Age store. I never missed an episode of “Crossing Over” with John Edward.
In all my travels there were lightworkers who connected with my mom. Then there were the others who connected only to presidents - specifically the ones who appear on legal tender.
One morning, depressed, exhausted, and hung over to the very depths of what I now believe to be a soul, I thought to myself, “OK look. You know there’s some truth to this boogedy-boogedy stuff. Don’t be a schmuck. If you want something done right sometimes you have to do it yourself. Figure out how to connect to your mom yourself.”
So I decided to take a psychic development class.
That’s when the woo-woo got really real.
My teacher was the incomparable Rev. Maureen Eslick of Woodland Hills, CA and teacher at the Harmony Grove Spiritualist Association.
The first day’s psychic experiences shocked the poo out of me. They also convinced me there is life after death and every single living thing is a psychic medium. Period. It’s natural and how we’re hardwired.
Rev. Maureen began the class with a meditation. I’d never meditated before but I figured it was just like concentrating so that’s what I did.
When she ‘woke us up’ it felt like I’d been drugged. I had no idea I was in an altered state of consciousness.
Then she handed each of us an item and casually said, “See what you get from this.” I had no idea she was testing our psychometry sensitivity.
In a nano-second I was sobbing and saying over and over again, “It’s love. I love him so much. I miss him so much. There’s just so much love.”
Just as quickly, the sobs turned into a steady stream of thoughts that just came flowing out of my mouth. I had no idea I was channeling.
In a voice not my own I said, “She wants you to know she will be here this weekend. There’s a special event and she’ll be there to celebrate with you and your husband.”
The episode was over just as soon as it began. My breathing slowed and I felt as limp as I’d ever felt.
Eventually I became aware that the other students were staring at me - slack jawed and still as, well, death. It felt like electrical currents were zapping everywhere in the room. If I’d had the energy to get up out of the chair I would’ve bolted and never come back.
Rev. Maureen calmly said, “That ring box you’re holding belonged to my mother-in-law. She passed away last year. She and my husband share a birthday. It's this coming Saturday and we’re having a party for them.
I cancelled all appointments for the week and barely spoke to another living soul. Note I said, “living”.
When I finally made my decision I called Rev. Maureen. I said, “I’m going to be a professional psychic medium. I know I’m supposed to stop working in the entertainment industry. My job now is to help heal people by connecting with their loved ones on the other side. I’m supposed to do everything I can to show folks there is life beyond death and bring them back from the brink of hopelessness to a place of love.”
You can’t know how kooky that sounded in my own head. I didn’t talk like that. I was given those words.
But I became what I declared. I’m a professional evidential psychic medium, Shamanic practitioner, and tarot reader.
As hokey as it sounds I do what I do for one reason and one reason only - I never want anyone to experience the kind of - is there even a word for it - complete loss of love, hope, will to live, et al. If they do, I and others like me will be there for you - always.
Love,
Bernadette
