No expectations!

Even though I tell people who come to see me not to have expectations, I know it's only human nature to do so. They still come to me hoping to hear from a specific things from a specific person. 

Last night though, I did a discernment for a young lady (17 years old) that proved to me that I'm right in asking for this seemingly unreasonable request. Cathy (not her real name) was with her aunt Kerri, and I said to Kerri, "Who's Tracy?"

"I don't know," Kerri said. 

"Yes, you do," I insisted. "She's has a grandmother who passed from some kind of brain condition, dementia, Alzheimer's, something along those lines."

It went back and forth between us, with Kerri insisting she didn't know who Tracy was and I insisting that she did. 

Suddenly Cathy said, "Oh my god! I know who that is!" I looked over at her. Her lips were trembling. Actually, her whole body was literally shaking. "Tracy is my father's ex-girlfriend! Her grandmother had dementia when she died!" 

So I asked her to verify a couple more pieces of evidence, which she did. When I was confident I was with the right person, I told her, "You're right, I'm with you." 

The one thing that puzzled both Cathy and me was why this woman was coming through for her. After all, the woman herself was telling me she barely knew Cathy, which Cathy again confirmed. She apparently heard a lot about Cathy from her daughter, the ex-girlfriend of Cathy's father. 

She was coming through to encourage Cathy to follow her dreams. During the discernment, things came through that her mother, who was also there, confirmed that there was no way I could have known it unless I was being told by someone they couldn't see or hear. This woman wanted Cathy to know she was worthy of what she wanted for herself, something she was never told by her father. 

After the session was over and I was driving home, I knew her life would be different due to the discernment. I couldn't help but wonder, though, what would have happened to Cathy and the kind of choices she would have made if she shut this woman out. After all, this woman was not the person Cathy was expecting, or even hoping,  to hear from! 

Secrets

I normally don't talk to someone after they receive a discernment from me. Let me clarify that, a lot of people will tell me about things that came through during a discernment, as well as cherished memories of their loved one. But usually, they don't bother to keep in touch with me. 

Writing my book, I asked people who have received a discernment from me for their stories, and I was honestly surprised as to how few people actually responded. Well, I got an idea as to why last night. A woman who received a discernment from me three weeks ago told me how "vulnerable" she felt during the session. 

When I'm bringing someone through, I'm privy to a number of "secrets." It's usually how someone who has crossed over let's their loved one know it's really them. Believe me, I think I've heard them all. I don't remember the last time I was shocked. 

Luckily for me, I have a very short memory when it comes to these "secrets." I think it's because I'm accessing a part of my brain during a discernment that becomes "dormant" when the session is over. 

So why would someone who's coming through risk embarrassing their loved one by bringing up a long lost memory, or feeling of guilt? Because usually when someone comes to see me, there's often a feeling of unfinished business. Often it's because there wasn't a chance to say good-bye. It may be a feeling of not having done enough, or not having said, "I'm sorry," for a hurt that was caused. Many times it's about moving on with our lives here on this plane. 

Whatever it is, it's usually something that needs to come out in the open in order to be healed, and let go of, so our journey on this life of life can continued and their journey on the other side can evolve as well. The bottom line is that if you live your life to the full, and love those in your life to the full, you probably won't need a medium such as myself to make amends to those you love, and express that love you feel, when it's a little too late to do so, at least while they and you, are alive. 

Back to my roots

It was never my intention to become a medium, communicating with those who crossed over to the other side. What I did want to do though was spend my life investigating reports of hauntings, apparitions, and poltergeist activity. Doing just that is how I honed the ability I now use to make my living. 

Even though I'm out of the field on a "full time" basis, I do help out with a group called Colorado Paranormal Rescue (http://www.coloradoparanormalrescue.com). And that's what I'll be doing later on tonight. 

I have no clue as to what is supposedly going on, and I won't be told until after I give my impressions. It's something I still enjoy doing, and I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. 

Until then....

Anthony

http://www.anthonyquinata.com

Weeding my garden

Is there someone in your life that you only hear from when they need something? I have, or I should say, I had someone in my life like that. Until this morning that is. 

The person I'm referring to is having problems financially, and is trying to make a go of it as a professional graphologist. So asked me for me, so I made a number of suggestions as to what she could do to gain more exposure. Typically, she would tell me how that wouldn't work for her, and then I wouldn't hear from her again, until she wanted, or needed more advice. 

I'm not sure which amazes me more… the idea that she thought she could get away with it with me, of all people, or the idea that I let her get away with as long as I did. Now, I know that the majority of the responsibility for the way she acted towards me is my own. However, one of the things I've come to realize as I've healed is that my life is too short to have this type of person in it. 

There's a very popular morning radio show here in Denver with two disc jockeys that talks about "weeding your garden," as in ridding your life of people who just don't fit in it. This can sometimes be a hard thing to do, but it's necessary in the name of LOVE. In this case, love of yourself. 

I really believe that every once in a while it's a good idea to take a look at the garden of our lives, and pull up the weeds taking away from our enjoyment of it. 

No expectations!

I did a discernment last night for a woman whose husband came through. From the start he wanted her to know how much he loved her and throughout gave evidence that he was still with her. Still, it wasn't enough. She had questions for me. 

"Why didn't he talk about the business he had?"

"Why didn't he tell you my nickname for him?"

"Why didn't he have any messages for his children?"

Why, if I really was communicating with her deceased husband didn't he answer those questions for her?

The short answer is, "I don't know." 

The long answer is that the souls on the other side seem to know that they can't use my brain for long periods of time. Because of this, they see the time in which they're using me to communicate as limited, and precious. They know that they don't have the luxury of being able to "shoot the breeze" with those they love during this time. Consequently, what they communicate through me is their agenda, not mine, nor the person's sitting across from me. 

This is why I ask people all of the time to leave their expectations at the door. I was stunned when, at the end of the session, she told me how if she would have heard the answers to those questions it would have reassured her she was in fact hearing from her husband. Forget the fact that he brought up that she went swimming a few days ago to let her know that he was indeed aware of what was going on in her life. 

Forget the idea that he mentioned his sister, by name, a name that I can't even spell let alone pronounce anymore. An the idea that he talked about having two kids with his first wife, and that a third one, his daughter, had passed away at a young age, a fact that she forgot completely about. These, along with numerous other what were, to me, meaningful bits of messages, were completely lost to her. 

While he didn't tell her what she wanted to hear, he told her what she needed to hear. That he was still alive and in love with her. As I told her afterwards, I'm only the messenger. I can only pass along what was given to me. 

If you see me, or another medium, please check your expectations at the "door" before you begin your session. It'll go much better for you if you do. 

Connecting and reconnecting

I know, I know, I said I probably wasn't going to start writing in my blog until later, but…, I wanted to talk about something I did today. 

Living here in Denver, and being from Guam, I sometimes wonder what I'm doing living so far away from the ocean. I also don't get a chance to see many other people from Guam either. I do have a couple of friends here, Joey and Susie, with Joey being from Guam. I only met them recently so it's been fun getting together with them and talking about "back home."

Several months ago I met John, another guy from Guam when I was driving down Evans Ave., here in Denver. I was driving to a small group session I was giving that night and saw the Guam stickers on his car, so I followed him for several miles trying to get his attention. He told me later he was wondering why I kept honking at him! LOL

I finally was able to get his attention when I was going to turn and he was still going straight down the road (probably trying to get away from me). I was wearing a t-shirt that said something about Guam on it, and so we talked for a minute and parted ways when the light turned. He was able to find me through my website, http://www.anthonyquinata.com., and called me. 

Well, Friday he left me a message on my phone saying that there was a Guam Liberation party (celebrating Guam's liberation from the Japanese by America) today. I can't tell you how excited I was! I didn't know there was enough Guamanians here in Denver to even have one! 

Anyway I went, met a lot of people; ate a lot of good food, and some new people I'm sure will become friends. Reconnecting with them helped me to reconnect with, and appreciate, not only my culture, but myself. 

It also reminded me that my work is not about "dead people," but about reminding people to live their lives for today, and the next. I know that I needed that reminder myself. 

By the way, in case you're wondering, yes, I'm still moving my things! 

Back in the saddle … soon I hope!

I haven't been blogging for a while, but it's not because there hasn't been anything going on with me. Actually, I've been quite busy - moving. I'm moving from my home in Cherry Creek, CO to Castle Rock, CO. 

Castle Rock is south of Denver. What I've been doing is moving carloads of things for the past several weeks. This coming Wednesday and Thursday will be mostly large items. Thursday will be the final day of moving and cleaning; Friday will the the first day of my new journey in my new home. 

I'm at a point now in my transition in which I'm thinking, "I'm so over this!" What is really going on though is that I'm down to the things I've been saving and really don't know why. So I know what I'm really feeling is the "grief" that caused me to hang on to the things I'm working at clearing out. 

Throwing these things in the trash, or giving them to Goodwill, will be so cathartic for me that I'm planning on spending Friday thinking about what I want my life to look like in the coming 12 months. So I probably won't be posting anything until August 2nd. See you then! 

Two Mediums with more messages

Thank God Natalie had the verve and foresight to schedule a second night ahead of time! Between the television show and word of mouth about the previous night's event, we had a full house Tuesday night. 

Natalie suggested that instead of "piggy backing" we each have an allotted amount of time within which we do discernments (readings). That worked out really well, though, while I tried to tune out I still picked up some of the things Natalie picked up. I know it was the same for her. And it was another great night for those who attended as well as for Natalie and myself. 

Another thing I noticed was what I referred to as "Natalie's east coast style," and my "west coast style" of doing discernments. Natalie is a force of nature, and I'm a beach bum. LOL 

I mentioned before that I was puzzled at the looks my t-shirt got me ("Trust me. I'm a psychic). Looking back on it, I think it's because the town of Girard, PA doesn't realize that it has a world class psychic in it's midst. Natalie Smith-Blakeslee is, in a word, "an incredibly talented psychic and Medium." Okay, that was a sentence. 

I had such a great time working with her. Our styles differed enough to make things interesting for those who came to see us. At one point all I could say to Natalie was, "You're amazing." I still stand by that. 

Both she and her husband, Dr. Steve Hodak, went out of there way to make the trip such a great time for me. I can't forget Ally. What a lovable punkin! LOL To Natalie, Steve, Ally, and all of you I had the pleasure of meeting, and the honor of serving while I was in PA, "THANK YOU. It was a trip I won't soon forget." 

Blessings,

Anthony

Two Mediums with messages

Natalie arranged for a small group session to be conducted at her office. Since her daughter had a doctor's appointment, we had lunch across the street from her office, and then they left me to my own devices while they went to the appointment. 

Girard, PA, where Natalie's office is located is a quaint little town. I'm not sure exactly how much of it I saw, but I walked up and down what appeared to be the town's main street, stopping in an occasional store. Eventually I ended up in a large grocery store wearing my, "Trust me. I'm psychic," t-shirt. Since this is Natalie's home town, and she's regularly featured on a radio show, as well as an article coming out about her in the town newspaper that day, I was surprised at the way people were looking at me when they read my shirt. 

I ended up passing time sitting in a cafe right around the corner from Natalie's office. I called her about 5:45 pm. Good thing I did; the event was supposed to start at 6 p.m. When the time for the event came, it was a good turn out. Natalie and I both gave readings that connected with people. A lot of tissue was passed out, and used that night. 

I, and other Mediums have been accused of researching the backgrounds of those we do discernments with. Honestly, I don't know how to do that sort of thing to begin, nor do I want to know. Secondly, I didn't recognize anyone who came to the session that night, except for one young lady who was at the television taping last Thursday. The only reason I recognized her was that she is 11 years old! 

On top of that, I don't know, and I'm not told names ahead of time. I prefer it that way. Keeps me from being confused. 

After the event was done, it was back to the campgrounds. I tried to light a fire for all of those who came through that night, and the entire trip, but for the life of me I couldn't get the fire to light! I blame it on the logs being damp with all of the rain. I gave up and was soon fast asleep. 

Wouldn't you know it? The next morning I woke up and all that remained of the logs were ashes. I guess I got the fire started after all. I just wasn't up long enough to enjoy it. I'm sure that those on the Other Side did though! 

Lilly Dale

The original plan was for Natalie, Steve and I to go to Ohio for a bereaved parents retreat. That didn't work out, so we decided to go Lilly Dale, New York instead. 

When they came to pick me up, Natalie told me that since the editor's position with the international newspaper, Spiritualist News International was vacated she was promoted from the American Associate Editor to Editor. Guess who the position of American Associate Editor was offered to? 

Yup, you guessed it! I happily accepted the position. 

This was my first visit to Lilly Dale, the birthplace of the Spiritualist movement. It's kind of a town within a town. Natalie was explaining to me that in order to reside there, at least one member of the household must be a member of a Spiritualist church. 

Some of the houses had signs advertising that someone in it was a Medium. In order to be able to do that, the person who hung out the shingle had to have passed a "board test." Essentially, they had to be able to do a reading that provided proof of the continuation of life. 

When we arrived in Lilly Dale we went to the famous "Inspiration Stump." The stump is a tree stump that Mediums used to stand on to give readings. Standing on it allowed them to better see people in the crowd. There is a small iron fence around the stump which wasn't there, Natalie and Steve told me, when they were married there less than a year ago. 

There was a group of people there, mostly women, with a woman in front of them who was doing readings. As they broke up to leave I asked one of the women what was going on. "It's a class," she told me,  "a two year class."

"What's it about?" I asked. 

"It's a two year class," she repeated. 

"I heard that," I told her. "What do you learn in this two year class?"

"You can learn spiritual healing, mediumship, or both. It's a two year class." 

Did I mention she told me it was a two year class? I don't know if she kept repeating it to impress me with the commitment everyone there made, or simply to impress me with the idea that it was a "two year class." Either way, I wasn't all that impressed. 

Later I met a charming woman named Sharon. Sharon is the National Secretary for the National Association of Spiritualist Churches. She also married Natalie and Steve. 

It was a good time visiting a town I had only previously read about. 

Just venting

I was just talking to someone I know who asked about my upcoming "tour." I told her about it and mentioned that when I come back home, I'm planning on collapsing. 

"You should just train yourself to recharge more quickly," she suggested. "That's what I do."  This young lady has aspirations of being a full-time clairvoyant, and energy worker. 

"No offense," I told her, "but I can do clairvoyant stuff all day long. Mediumship is a different animal."

There are a lot of people claiming to be mediums these days, but most are anything but.... I recently met one woman who sees a woman who says she's a "medium," and what she does is pass messages along by doing card readings. In other words, she reads the cards of the person who passed away. By doing that she passes along "messages of guidance," or whatever she passes on and calls it "mediumship."

When someone comes to see me, the messages I receive, and give, aren't through cards, or guides or anything else. They are "mano a mano," or face to face. This takes a lot of energy out of me. 

I guess I just wanted to vent. I appreciate the idea that she was just trying to be helpful, she really was. But looking at her, it's obvious she doesn't run marathons. Neither do I. Then again, I wouldn't think of giving advice to a marathon runner that if they just changed their beliefs, they could run a marathon every other day either. 

On a more positive note, Cheryl and I went to see Lisa Williams at her seminar last night. I just love her energy. She has a way about her which is just adorable. Cheryl told me she had a great time. As for me, it was the first time I've been on the "other side" as far as doing seminars go. Normally, I'm the one doing the readings. It was nice seeing how the other side lives! LOL

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. 

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! 

What just happened?

I've been back from Los Angeles for a couple of days now, and I'm getting back into the swing of things. It was a great time seeing my entire family again. Last Saturday was my parents' 50th Anniversary. Thankfully, there wasn't a lot of drama during the time everyone was there. 

I had a chance to meet with my friend, Conrad Dunn. Conrad is an actor who has been in a lot of films, and television programs. My sister, Nadine, joined us for breakfast, and now she tells me she's his new fan. LOL

Yesterday I went to another friend's home here in Colorado for dinner. It was the first time I've been to her house, and as soon as I got there I was on the phone to do what I thought was a "quick" interview. After answering a question or two, I was asked to do a couple of readings. 

I did three in all, and somewhere in the midst of all of this I realized I was part of a taping of a television show! Cheryl disappeared while I was on the phone so I was a little worried I had offended her, which was a bit distracting. 

Anyway, I received an e-mail this morning saying I was "great" and a hit! Huh? LOL I am glad I went over well. So, the upchuck of the whole thing is that after my retreat in Ohio in June, I'll be going to Pennsylvania to do another television show, this time in person. I also received an invitation to do an event either before the taping of the show, or after. I'm not sure at this point. 

I guess my "appearance" did go well after all!

Blessings,

Anthony

www.anthonyquinata.com

An open letter to suicide survivors

I received a message this morning from a woman who received a discernment from me over a year ago. She told me about a friend of hers whose daughter committed suicide. Her friend is grieving not only the death of her daughter, but also fears her daughter is in "hell."  

I asked her to pass on the following, and thought I would share it with you. If you know someone who has survived the suicide of a loved one, please ask them to read this as well. 

Your friend told me about your daughter and your fears. I'm hoping I can help ease your pain in some small way. 

Although I'm not myself a parent, it doesn't take a whole lot of imagination to understand your grief. You love your children so much, it's unthinkable as to how they could think their life isn't worth living. 

If thoughts of suicide were as detectable as any other terminal disease then we might be able to stop it before it's too late. The problem is that all too often, those suffering from this hide what's going on so well, no one sees it until it's already done. 

I am a full time, professional, Psychic Medium however, and I've talked to those who have crossed over a countless number of times now, including those who have taken their own lives. I want to make something VERY clear - I would not be able to communicate with them, nor would they be able to communicate with me if not for God's love and grace. 

Those who have died by their own hand have made it very clear that they were not condemned to "Hell," nor were they scorned by God. In fact, the exact opposite is true. They are held more closely by God's compassion, understanding and forgiveness.  The "hell" they may be suffering from is the pain they know their passing caused their loved ones they left behind. 

Often when I do a discernment (reading) there is a line of loved ones who are wanting to communicate. However, if there is someone who committed suicide in their midst, they are moved to the front of the line. This also applies to those who lost their lives at the hands of someone else. Why would this be so? Because they have the most to say. 

I'm sure that your daughter now knows it would have been better to finish her lessons here on Earth,*but she is now continuing her journey in a more beautiful, peaceful and compassionate place. 

Your daughter was a sensitive soul, with a purity we all have when we begin our lives and lessons. Most of us put on protective armor to protect our souls while we're on our journey in this life. Your daughter wasn't able to do that. That's why she thought it was best to do what she did. 

God doesn't make mistakes, but He does understand when we do. God knows and loves us to the very core and fiber of who we are. 

Your daughter's new journey, in part, is to help you understand, and accept, that what she did was not your fault in any way, nor is it due to some failure on your part as a parent. She would also want you to know that's she's okay, in God's loving arms, and still with you from the Other Side so you can begin to put the pieces of your life back together. When you finish your own journey here, you will see her again. I promise you that you will. 

Grief is the price we pay for love. At the end of grief in this world is joy in the next. Hold on until that wonderful day. 

Blessings,

Anthony

www.anthonyquinata.com

http://anthonyquinatapsychicmedium.wordspot.com

My unknown Angel

I did a discernment for a couple of women, Diane and Joy, who came to see me together yesterday. It was they second time they've come to see me, the first time was 6 months ago. 

I don't remember who came through for them the last time, but they did tell me that people they didn't hear from last time did come through this time. Diane told me that before they came to see me she prayed to her father to come through time,  that he let her know it really was him coming through by mentioning the horses they owned when she was a child. So when I pointed at her and told her I was being told to talk about horses… they both gasped. 

It was a great session in which one man, an uncle who referred to himself as "the family clown," and "the village idiot," came through. Both Joy and Diane acknowledge that where ever he was, it turned into a party! 

But what really struck me as interesting was that Joy told me that several people in the building she works in have come to see me, and that I'm, on occasion, the subject of conversation in their "smoking room." Not only that, Joy also told me that there's a woman who frequently comes to them (I'm not sure if she works with them) and asks for testimonials for me, and even has a "newsletter(?)" she prints about me! 

If you're this lady, please contact me.  I'd love to thank you for your support! 

I bought Lisa Williams new book, "Life Among the Dead." I've only started reading it and I'm having a lot of fun with it. I'm a huge fan of Lisa's, and I have a lot of respect for her. Although she won't remember me I met her several years ago. My first thought, with her hair and her personality was, "You've got to be kidding me!" 

I saw her on Good Morning America yesterday morning. She gave a great interview and as usual, did it with a great deal of poise. She was interviewed by Diane Sawyer. I judged, by the questions being asked, that while Mediums have come a long way, thanks to people like Lisa, George Anderson, and John Edward, Allison Du Bois, and so many others,  we still have a long way to go. 

Lisa, you rock! I love who you are! 

In my other blog on WordPress, I'm going to continue my discussion of "sacred signs." 

Blessings,

Anthony 

www.anthonyquinata

http://anthonyquinata.wordpress.com

Deadlines

Yesterday, after I finished blogging and doing everything I could think of doing on my computer,  I left the Starbucks I was sitting in and decided to walk to the grocery store in the same shopping center. So I put my computer in my car, and started walking when I saw a bumper sticker that said, "I'd Rather Be On Stage."  I knew immediately it was another sign. 

Then this morning I was journaling about a realization I had in my morning meditation. When I was done I saw a booklet laying on the floor of my living room. It was entitled, "Messages From Your Angels," and it was part of a Doreen Virtue Angel Card deck. The sub-title was, "What Your Angels Want You to Know." 

Inside the booklet was a small card that had, "Inspire Hope," printed on it. I knew that coupled with the bumper sticker I saw yesterday it was an answer to a prayer. I talk more about this on my other blog http://anthonyquinatapsychicmedium.wordpress.com. 

Yesterday being the dreaded deadline for filing taxes, I thought about writing about "deadlines" but decided against it until today. I was told once that the word, "deadline" came from the term "a drop dead date," in which something absolutely had to be done by, no later. 

I thought, that made sense; and it also makes sense that it would be called a DEAD line. Theoretically, after that, all options are exhausted. If you think about it, we were all born with a "deadline." Everyone we know and love, like, dislike, even hate, has a "dead line," or "drop dead date." 

I just want to suggest to you that since you don't know when your drop dead date is, you live each day as though it were your last. Since you don't know what the drop dead date of a loved one is, you treat them as though it were today. This goes for those you like as well. 

As for those you dislike or hate, perhaps it's time to do show some forgiveness. Relationships are hard enough in this life. The problems don't go ahead with death, but they are harder to resolve on the Other Side.

 

www.anthonyquinata.com

hhtp://anthonyquinatapsychicmedium.wordpress.com

Signs

When I was in Junior High there was a hit song by "The Five Man Electrical Band," entitled, "Signs." "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs…" the chorus went. 

I'm becoming more and more aware that signs really are everywhere! One of them was an answer to my prayer and it came in a phone conversation I had with Josie, who told me of an incredible sign I'll tell you about in a minute. 

Starting last August, I set a goal to re-make my life completely by September 30th, of 2008. Shortly after that, several psychic types have been telling me that this will be a HUGE year for me, and that it will really explode around October of this year! 

Well, just because a psychic tells me, or you, something doesn't necessarily mean that you can just sit around and wait for it to happen. So, I've been proactively ensuring that my plans and their predictions become a reality. To paraphrase my new friend, Dr. Noah St. John (www.successclinic.com), "I'm not only working on my inner game, but I'm also working on my outer game as well." One of the things I'm doing is "afformations." To find out more about what afformations are, please see Noah's website. Afformations really can change your life. 

As I mentioned before, I'm also developing an attitude of gratitude. But lately, over the past week or so, I'm feeling as though I'm being nudged by God to ask for what I want, and look for the answer in signs. So I've been doing research into the whole notion of signs, and boy, have they been showing up for me! So much so, I'm thinking I'm going to write an e-book on the subject. 

Anyway, there are a few people in the world I just love talking to. One of them is Camille, whom I talked about yesterday, and another is Noah, whom I just talked about. Another is no stranger to you if you're a regular reader of my blog, and that's Josie Varga. 

Josie has Cerebral Palsy, is bi-laterally deaf, and has more moxy than I have on my best day! I love talking to her, and sometimes we'll talk several times a week; other weeks it'll only be once. Well, yesterday I got a "signal from the ether" to call Josie. 

We started talking about the television show she's trying to place with a producer, and ultimately a network which revolves around Medium Natalie Smith-Blakeslee, and yours truly.

Then she told me about the "sign" she and her family saw last Saturday. 

Josie, her husband John, and their two daughters, Erica, and Lea, all went shopping at a local mall. When they came home Erica looked up and said, "Wow, look at that!" 

Josie, John and Lea all looked up and what they saw moved Josie to tears. A single cloud was in the sky in the shape of an "angel." "You could see it had wings, and it was wearing a robe!" Josie told me. 

"Do you see that? Do you see that?" she asked John. 

"Yeah, I see it," John replied. 

Josie suggested that John get a camera so they could take a picture of it, when the cloud started to dissipate. A few moments later is was gone. 

John reminded Josie that another Medium told her there would be a sign in a cloud. Josie looked for her taped recording of the session. When she found it and played it, sure enough, the Medium had predicted that there would be such a sign - for John, from his father. 

John, the "open-minded skeptic" was flabbergasted. Was it really possible that his father had gone to such great lengths to let John know he loved him from the Other Side?

I teased John about being a skeptic, an open minded one, but still.... "I'm not a skeptic anymore!" John said. 

As Blaise Pascal once said, "There's enough light for those who believe to see, and enough darkness to blind those who don't." 

For me, John's sign from his father was a sign from God telling me I'm on the right track. 

Wishing you the very best life has to offer to you and those you love, 

Anthony

www.anthonyquinata.com