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. 

I was filling in for Larry, a palmist who works at Cornerstone Bookstore in Englewood, CO on Wednesdays. He couldn't be there yesterday, so he asked me if I could go in for him. 

While I was there I met a customer named Sally. She told me that she's a high school English teacher, and that she was a skeptic about what I do. She told me that her skepticism was based on her belief that most of the people who claim to be psychic in any way, shape or form are claiming to be so in order to bilk people out of their money. 

Well, after the session I had the night before, I just couldn't help myself. "Your father passed. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Do you take the name 'Alan?'" 

"That was his middle name!"

"He's telling me he was a real joker. A practical joker."

"Yes, he was."

And so it went, for about ten minutes. Long enough to change her skepticism into one in which she was a little more open to the idea that death doesn't end life, love, or relationships. In the end, I told her that he was telling me that this was his "Gotcha!" for her. 

I don't usually ambush people with a discernment, but after the other night … well, this was really satisfying. 

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. 

Okay, I'm all moved in, and excited about my new home! I was slowly moving boxes over the months of June and July, but the final move, in which boxes went into my friends' Camille and Steve Massing's pickup truck took a lot longer than I anticipated. So instead of one day and two trips, it took 2 days and 7 trips! I just cannot thank Camille and Steve enough, especially Camille. 

In case you didn't know, my friend Camille is a very talented songwriter with the voice of an angel (http://www.camillemassing.com). While she was helping me move, we discussed the possibility of her singing her songs at my seminars. I'm excited to say that she is open to the idea! 

This past weekend I was TIRED! LOL But after soaking in a jacuzzi tub, and getting an awesome massage, I'm good to go! 

So, I'm looking forward to helping people reconnect with their loved ones on the other side in a bigger way than before. I'm going to close for now, but tomorrow, I'll start sharing with you some of the important revelations that came to me over the two days I moved. 

Blessings,

Anthony

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