Updates

I mentioned in a previous post that Cheryl's (my lady friend) dog, Prince, was sick and possibly needed to be put down. Well, I'm happy to say that he's fine. Apparently what was needed was a change in his diet. 

The apparent change that was needed was a clearing of Cheryl's home of the ghosts that are active in it. Members of Colorado Paranormal Rescue (CPR) came by and identified what was going on in her home and why. They took it a step further and cleared out a number of the apparitions in the home. 

The next day, according to Cheryl, Prince had more energy and and was more playful than he had been in a long time. 

I've been doing a lot of work getting ready for what is apparently the next stage of my career. It seems as though I'm going to be getting more exposure as a Psychic Medium. I'll let you know what that's about as it happens. 

Memorial Day weekend was busy for Cheryl and me. We went to quite a few parties, and basically ended up exhausted and lazy come Sunday and Monday. 

Cheryl is heading up to Wyoming for one of her nephew's graduations tomorrow, so I get to take care of Prince! My own cat, Albert, seems to be taking all the disruptions in our quality time in stride. 

Tomorrow, I'll be meeting with Colorado Paranormal Rescue to go over the evidence they collected at Cheryl's house with them while Cheryl is gone. I'll let you know what they find. 

More, and more lately, I've come to appreciate my friends, how much they mean to me, and how much I mean to them. I'm also appreciating more, and more, the effect that the work I do has on the people I serve. 

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm coming to a place in my life where I'm really appreciating my life, and my place in life. I'm also appreciating God more and more. Right now, I'm really happy. 

I'm back!

Wow, it's been a while. My life has been really hectic lately, and so I needed to take a break from blogging for a bit. I'll update you on what's going on in my life starting tomorrow! 

Special day for special people

I did a reading this morning for Dr. Steve. He's Natalie's husband he's been so patient (pardon the pun) with me. I've had to reschedule his reading a few different times because my life has been so hectic. 

It was a beautiful, life changing discernment. I believe that's what the work I do is about. Helping people heal so that they can heal their lives. 

I called my mother and two sisters after the reading to wish them a happy mother's day! All three of these women have had a profound affect on my life. Speaking of which, I still have to call a few more women to thank them for who they are. 

I'm getting ready to start, and finish writing a book over 10 days starting tomorrow! I'm excited about that, and I'll let you know how it goes! 

Boy, you can't charge me!

In case you didn't know, I'm from Guam, a tiny island in the South Pacific. I had dinner today with Joe and his wife Sue today. Joe is from Guam as well, and Susan, his wife, lived there with him for 10 years. 

I asked Joe if I could bring a friend, and they said I could. When they saw Cheryl, they told us how relieved they were that they could "see" my friend. They admitted that they were worried I would bring a friend they couldn't see! 

It was a great time, great company, and great food from back home. I was telling Joe that if I were still back on Guam, I would be the equivalent to a "witch doctor" here. Joe reminded me of something I forgot. 

"Man, you would be well respected, and well fed, but you'd be penniless!" I laughed so hard, I was bent over, and almost peeing my pants! He was absolutely right on the money! 

You see, on Guam, relationships are everything. And if you can't establish a relationship, you try to establish a connection. 

"Boy!" he said, imitating people from Guam ("boy" is a very affectionate endearment), "your grandmother was neighbors with the grandmother, of the woman who dated the brother of a guy who worked with my sister. You can't charge me!" 

Or, "Boy! You can't charge me! My cousin went to school with the girl who worked behind the counter at Mc Donalds. Anyway, the girl who worked behind the counter has a brother who works as a mechanic who fixed the car of the best friend of one of your uncles! Like I told you, you can't charge me!" 

Boy, am I glad I live in the "States!" 

Blessings,

Anthony 

www.anthonyquinata.com

I'm sorry, but would you repeat that?

It's been kind of crazy for me lately. Yesterday, I was on my computer at all my brain was so fried. 

My goal is to be one of the country's most sought after Mediums. I don't want this for the sake of my ego, but because the waiting list of those on the Other Side who want to talk to their loved ones is long. Of course, I could do a lot more discernments if I offered them for free, and when I first found out I had this ability, I did. It didn't take me long to figure out that was the wrong thing to do. 

As my reputation started building, more and more people would ask for a reading to prove, supposedly, that I'm a fraud. Why wouldn't they? It didn't cost them a dime to do so. 

Now, this is the work I do, and the only work I do. It's also very stressful on my brain. So, I'm going to have to start taking vitamins, going for walks, etc., to build my stamina. This is especially important due to everything that seems to be falling in place as far as my career. 

This past Wednesday I was doing a discernment (Medium reading) for a woman whose mother passed in January. Her father and mother were coming through for her. At one point I was told to bring up the "medical procedure" that was "invasive, but not involving a life threatening situation." So I did. I made motions with my right hand around my chest area. 

"Oh, they must be talking about my boob job!" Kate (not her real name) said, laughing. I've heard some interesting things in my career, but this was a first! 

What was funny was that afterwards, she completely relaxed during the rest of the session. I, however, was a little less relaxed. I was hoping she didn't see me, occasionally, admiring the work the doctor did! 

Pet Heaven

My friend Cheryl has a toy poodle named "Prince." Prince is just adorable. I love his energy and playfulness. He's two years old and still a puppy. Prince is also very sick. 

Cheryl took Prince in to the vet's office yesterday for tests. She won't find out the results until Tuesday or Friday, but if they don't come back positive she may have to have Prince put to sleep. 

I put my hands on Prince and sent him healing energy, but I'm not sure how much good, if any, it did. I also did my best to cheer Cheryl up. 

Like most people, I've had pets. They were only pets, they were my children. Amongst them are a dog, Claire De La Luna (named by my girlfriend at the time), cats named Eleazar (passed), Sarah (passed), and my 18 year old cat, named Albert. I was telling Cheryl that when I die, I'm not only looking forward to seeing Christ, my family and friends that have gone before me, but my pets as well. 

I'm asked all the time if our pets go to Heaven. Yes, they do. I know this because they are mentioned all the time during discernments. Not just cats and dogs, but horses, birds, and anything else we have loved and loved us back. 

Renowned Medium, George Anderson, refers to our pets as "the eyes of God." I couldn't agree more. I'm hoping that Prince won't have to be put down, because Cheryl had to put down another of her beloved poodles last year. But if she does, they'll be waiting with wagging tails for Cheryl to join them when it's her turn. 

Your pets are waiting for you too. 

Blessings,

Anthony

www.anthonyquinata.com 

The Unsinkable Molly Brown

The members of Colorado Paranormal Rescue (www.coloradoparanormalrescue.com) and I went to the Molly Brown museum today just to check it out. Tamela, Debbie and I all had some interesting impressions while we were there, and Robin was a docent there for a number of years with her own experiences. 

Robin told us later that once, while she was conducting a tour, she and the group she was leading smelled cigar smoke in Mr. Brown's library. Since smoking was prohibited there Robin was stunned, and the group wanted to know what "button" she pushed to create the smell. 

Robin actually left the group there to ask another staff to find out who was smoking in the building. When she explained what she was smelling, the other staff member asked, "Is this the first tour you smelled it on?" Apparently, it's a fairly frequent occurrence. 

After we did our tour, CPR asked if the museum was open to the idea of an "investigation." They were told they couldn't, but that they were welcome to interview staff as to their experiences. 

The last time I was with CPR, it was to "investigate" reports of activity in a house that's no longer there! LOL Now, we were in a house that's standing, apparently haunted, but no one is allowed to investigate! In all fairness, however, it was my idea that we go there. 

I wanted them to see the extremes of situations. When I was actively doing investigations I refused to investigate stories that were 10 years, 10 months old, or even 10 weeks old. I preferred to check out places in which activity happened 10 days before, 10 hours before, and ideally, 10 minutes before. 

Colorado Paranormal Rescue is learning how to conduct investigations in a way that makes sense. They're also doing spirit releases when asked to do so. They have a great team that works well together. 

If you need help with a haunting, please feel free to contact them. If you're out of state, contact me and I'll help you find a group near you. Just because of collection of people claim to do investigations of hauntings, it doesn't mean you want them in your home or business. 

Blessings,

Anthony

"Is this that Quinata guy?"

I was just on the phone with Josie a minute ago. With the weekend she and her family is having I didn't expect to talk to her until next week. 

She sent me an e-mail this morning confirming she received a sign I told her she would get from her cousin who has crossed over. I told her that her daughter had a necklace that belonged to her cousin. She told me her daughter didn't, and I told her that her cousin insisted that, "yes, she did." 

Well, she saw the necklace hanging on the toilet paper holder in her bathroom. Her daughter put it there and forgot about it. She told me when she saw the necklace, it made her smile. Unlike the whole incident with the clock, this one didn't panic her, but comforted her instead. 

So much so she called her cousin's brother and told him about what had happened, and how I told her it would be a sign. "Is this that Quinata guy?" he asked her. 

She laughed and told him my name is Anthony. "I'm going to have to call him!" her cousin said. "But I'm afraid of what he's going to say!" 

I've heard this from a lot of people. Ironically, when they hear about me, my "accuracy" isn't assuring, but scary! The truth is that there's nothing to be afraid of. Typically, the sessions and the messages that come through are comforting, not frightening. 

Speaking of frightening, I told Josie when I was talking to her about the ghost in her home that I heard the name "Amanda," and that I believed it was the ghosts name. Josie asked a neighbor who lives directly across the street from her if an "Amanda" ever lived in the home. 

Yesterday, she was in a store when she ran into her neighbor. Her neighbor told her that she asked her husband about anyone living in Josie's home before named, "Amanda." "We don't remember an 'Amanda,' but there was a woman who lived there named, 'Andrea.'" 

For Josie, and for me, the name was close enough to be an affirmation. Naturally, Josie was excited to hear this validation. 

"By the way, my husband and I think you're weird, and we won't be coming to your house anymore," Josie's neighbor told her! 

"Welcome to my world!" I told Josie yet again. 

"But I don't want to live there!" she told me. 

I told Josie about a time when I was visiting a friend's house with Camille and Pat wanted to show us a bedroom she was decorating. 

"How long has Chuck been sleeping in here?" I asked her. 

"What?"

"I feel Chuck's energy in here. I'd say he's been sleeping in here for at least a week.

Pat told us that she and Chuck had been fighting and he had been sleeping in the bedroom for the past week. "Camille, you're more than welcome to visit any time! Just leave him at home will you?" 

I couldn't help it! I was concerned because they were friends. Sometimes I just blurt out what comes to me. I guess I was just being that "Quinata guy."