"You Can't Talk to Dead People"

My adult son Joshua, left earth life at age 39. He was highly intuitive, yet his academic training didn’t allow him to admit to his intuitive abilities. For example, he was an excellent poker player, who won many games and prizes because he noticed opposing player’s “tells.” (Body language interpretation).  Besides the body language, I knew he was also tuned into his opponents, beyond their surface level interactions.

Once, when he was about 11 years old, I took him to see a medium. Her name was Patty. We were in her living room, just the three of us, she in a comfortable upholstered chair, Joshua sitting cross legged on the floor about four feet in front of her. I don’t remember what she was telling him, when all of a sudden, Joshua did a complete back flip while still sitting. He was now sitting, still cross legged, about eight to ten feet in front of her. Surprised by this action, I asked him what caused it. “Who are all those people standing next to her,” he said. I saw nothing. “They are your guides, talking to me,” was Patty’s answer

Several years before his transition, he would tell me he would watch medium James Van Praagh on television, bringing messages to audience members from their deceased family and friends.  Joshua would comment to me, “This guy’s a fake, you can’t talk to dead people.” He watched this program religiously. Aware of his abilities, I would smile, knowing he was feeling those abilities on another level.

Due to my deep grief, six months after his transition, I was diagnosed with stage IIIC peritoneal/ovarian cancer. Fast forward to Thursday, April 24, 2014. In 11 days it would be the one-year anniversary of Joshua’s leaving his physical. On that April day, I had a PT scan to see if there was any cancer in my body. Deep within I knew cancer was no longer in my body so I was not anxious about waiting four days for the results. I knew I was all right.  At home after the PT scan, while walking through my living room, “. . . another Mystical Moment Preview revealed itself . . . . I heard my deceased son Joshua say, loud and clear, like he was physically in the room with me, Everything is all right Mom. Don’t worry. . . . The next day, the oncologist’s PA called to tell me there was no cancer.”[1] 

As I write this 5 ½ years later. I giggle. Deadpeople can certainly talk to me—and make themselves heard! 

I have a medium friend, who Joshua comes through to in some of her sessions with her clients who want to hear from their deceased person. When my friend and I get together to have lunch, Joshua will be there with us. We kiddingly tell him he’s dead, and we can’t talk to dead people. He smiles.

©2019 Cristina Whitehawk

[1] My Ticket to Ride: From Cancer to Flourishing. p. 53.