The Spirit of Compassion and Medical Medium

 Crazy Amazing Grace

By L.B. Parousia

Introduction:

My spiritual awakening took place when I was waiting to interview for a nanny position with Kate Hudson’s family. I had to wait a long time because she was doing a wrap party for a podcast episode she did with Anthony William the Medical Medium (aka MM/celery juice guy) at her house. This long wait turned out to be beneficial and necessary.

The narrative is awesome and complex but the short of it is: I met the ET tethered to the Medical Medium. MM calls him Spirit but in our conversation ‘Spirit’ told me he exists at the fingertip of God but is not a ‘spirit’ he is an ET sent to Earth by God to work through the MM to help alleviate the suffering of humanity. I call him by another name, based on a symbol he wore on a rope around his neck, (he claims to have no true name but is mostly aware of being called Voice of Compassion) but for simplicity I will refer to him as Spirit (as MM does publicly).

Spirit looked like a monk (imagine a sweet gentle not evil Frollo from Disney’s Hunchback or a kind Mr. Burns from The Simpsons dressed in the traditional brown robe of a monk lol). 

I thought he was just an actor playing a joke on me, because here I am at a movie star’s house waiting to interview for a nanny position when I find myself  being told I am Celestial by a guy dressed like a Monk who is incredulous that I can see and hear him. 

He kept asking “you can see me? You can hear me?” And “WHAT are you?” 

Granted I was stressed out by all this, but as we talked I realized he was the real deal because the things he revealed to me couldn’t possibly be known by anyone but an entity living at the 'fingertip' of God, let alone a stranger playing a joke on me.

Narrative:

I had to postpone my interview due to a cold. I had just gotten back from my sister’s baby shower on the east coast. The day before my interview I got into a freak car crash where a woman lost control of her car and smashed into the driver side door of my car. Thankfully I was able to swerve and she mostly hit the wheelbase and I was ok. My back probably should have been broken. The woman who hit me has the same birthday as me. Earlier that day I had asked to be invisible from some street people, maybe I forgot to wipe it off. Either way I had been battling depression for a long time and realize now I had been leaving myself open to attracting negative energy.

I had been in an abusive relationship with a sadistic ER doctor for over a year. I don’t know why I kept going back. I guess it was that I thought I loved him and that he (as he claimed) loved me and was so apologetic and sorry he hurt me, but it was my fault because I made him do it by making him feel insecure about the fact that I kept trying to end things with him. He was the first person I tried to call after the crash. But my phone freaked out all flashing red and green text and wouldn’t dial. My back was fucked up and time didn’t make sense. Then a tow truck showed up and said they were from my insurance provider. Turns out he wasn’t. He had been listening to a police scanner and came to the crash site to make some money by bringing me to the same collision center I had gone to the year before where the mechanics took advantage of me and kept my car for 40 days. I told him to take me somewhere else. 

I digress:

I called to cancel my interview because I didn’t know what shape I’d be in the next few days. The next morning I felt fine and called to reschedule. They asked if I could come in that day, I might have to wait a bit but they felt they could squeeze me in.

I calculated how long the drive would take me, finished making my smoothie and jumped in the car. On the way my giant cup of smoothie fell over and spilt everywhere. On my clothes and all over my mom’s car which I had borrowed. It pissed me off, I was so angry and hungry but was determined to make the interview. I had some clean clothes in the trunk. I'd recently moved back in with my parents and was practically living out of my car because I still worked in West LA and all my friends were out there too. When I arrived at the Hudson house I was early and had time to change my clothes in the car. And being a nanny I had baby wipes in my ‘go’ bag.

  

I took a deep breath and exited the car and walked up to the house. The Housekeeper greeted me in the foyer. I smiled at her and the man standing behind her (who was dressed like a monk) and introduced myself. She said she would let Kate know I was there and asked me to take off my shoes and to make myself at home in the entertainment room to my right because it might be awhile until Kate was available do the interview since she was still entertaining guests at a a wrap party she was hosting for the podcast 'Sibling Revelry' she does with her brother. 

The Housekeeper asked if I wanted water or needed anything. I declined, told her I have my water thermos and had brought something to read since Kate's personal assistant had warned me I might have to wait. I told her if she needed anything thing I would be happy to help in the meantime. I was curious about the staff and wanted to get a feel for the household environment. The Housekeeper said she was putting away Christmas decorations. She seemed a little embarrassed since it was the end of January and qualified it by saying Kate loves the Christmas decorations and leaves them up as long as she can especially since she travels a lot and doesn't get to enjoy them as much as she would like. She thanked me for my offer of help but said she and another staff member were almost finished with the project but would let me know if they needed any help. Then she turned and and walked down a hallway to my left to tell Kate I was there. I heard her open a door and voices and laughter floated down the hallway toward me. Standing in the foyer I looked around at the grand staircase and beautiful decorations. Not wanting to look like I was gawking at the luxury of the place, I shyly smiled at the priest who was watching me with a surprised and amused look on his face, and took off my shoes and walked into the Entertainment room indicated to me on my right. 

Though I had declined water I had forgot to ask where the restroom was so I could wash my hands and make sure I had cleaned off all remnants of the smoothie. I turned back to the foyer to see if I could catch the Housekeeper and ask her where the restroom is. Only the priest was there so I looked him in the eye and  asked where the bathroom was, he responded “You can see me?”

“What?” I asked, thinking I had misheard him.

“You can see me? You can hear me?” He repeated, looking intently at me with a deeply surprised interest as if I had sprouted a third eye or was a talking dog.

Surprised and unnerved by his response I stared at him like he was crazy. He raised his hands in over his face in glee, then pointed to the hallway the Housekeeper had walked down. I looked to where he pointed. It was in the same direction as the room where Kate was entertaining guests. Hesitantly, I walked over and saw a small two door bathroom (the second door leads to a small room with just a toilet). I stopped at the sink and washed my hands. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to look. 

The monk had followed me. He was in the doorway of the first door watching me, seemingly still amused and intrigued. Shocked, I said to him “there is only room for one person in here” and shut the door between the washroom and the toilet so he couldn’t follow me any further. 

I was so nervous I felt nauseous and light headed. I stood with my head hanging over the toilet bowl, just taking deep breaths and trying not to pass out. I got my wits together, peed and exited the toilet room, washed my hands in the sink room and splashed some water on my face. I then glanced in the mirror, stared at my reflection and shrugged. I felt frazzled and off balance but I looked normal. I was nervous to look around the corner of the final bathroom doorway. I didn’t even want to look at the doorway. I wiped my face with a cloth, took a deep breath and turned to face the exit. 

Trying to not look as nervous as I felt, I moved to cross the threshold,  I looked both ways down the hall and exited the bathroom. He wasn’t around. I released the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding and went back to sit in the entertainment room. 

I sat for awhile in the entertainment room, I didn’t know how long it would be so I pulled out some books I had brought with me. I sat in the living room reading Care of the Soul and The Tempest, for a little while. 

The Housekeeper came in and told me it was going to be longer than she expected and asked me if I would like to go feed the chickens with her. It made me happy that they had chickens, intrigued I said yes and stood to follow her. 

We crossed through another den/lounge type back room towards the back yard. In that room were two women surrounded by boxes that I imagined held Christmas decorations. The Housekeeper introduced me to one lady and explained that I was interviewing for her old position. We chatted a bit, and then I turned to the other woman who stood behind her and asked her what her name was. The first woman looked behind her, confused, and then turned back to me and repeated her own name. The woman behind her covered her face with her hands in delight but remained silent. I figured there was a language barrier and decided not to push it, I was feeling weird and now the Housekeeper and former Nanny were looking at me strangely. 

The Housekeeper and I continued out into the spacious back yard. As we crossed the patio I saw the Monk standing, watching us from the far edge of the patio near the steps leading down to the chicken house. I smiled politely at him and gave a little wave of my hand in acknowledgement even though the intensity of his gaze made me a bit uneasy. The Housekeeper stopped chatting and asked me who I had waved at. 

"The Monk," I responded. 

"What Monk?" she asked. 

I looked at her bewildered, was she kidding? We had just walked right past him. Did she really not see him? I didn't know what to say so I just dropped the subject and asked about the chickens. It was an easy enough conversation change, the Housekeeper loved animals and they had apparently lost all but one of their chickens to some illness recently. So she was especially nurturing and fond of the sole surviving chicken.

I turned back to look at the patio and sure enough the Monk was there, following us down the path to the chicken house.

I felt a rush of light headedness but decided to knuckle down and muscle through by ignoring the Monk.

I focused on the Housekeeper and the chicken, thankfully the Housekeeper liked to talk so I didn't need to do much but listen and make appreciative noises, asking prompting questions every now and then. We fed the chicken and I circled around the chicken house admiring it and the chicken but also to keep my distance from the Monk who was also circling the chicken house watching me at 12 to my 6 o'clock position.

We went back up to the house, I offered my help again but the Housekeeper said they were finished. She said for me to make myself comfortable, she didn't know how much longer it would be but probably not too long, though if Id like to reschedule that could be arranged. I told her I didn't mind waiting a little longer since I was already there and had my books to keep me occupied. She left the room saying she'd give me an update when she got one.

I sat on the couch trying to will my heart to stop racing and my mind from exploding in noiseless fireworks. My ears were ringing and my body pulsated at a deep vibration “wanhg-ommm wanhg-ommm” like a giant smoothly oiled turbine. I started to see stars as I got a full body rush and felt myself being pulled forward and up and pushed down into the couch at the same time. It felt similar to being on the carnival ride, the Gravitron except it wasn't a spinning sensation, it was more freeing in that I was more than my body, I was rising up and feeling the limitlessness of my mass. My cells seemed to sing and vibrate in waves that somehow felt faster and slower at the same time, it was like 1000x the intensity of the full body feeling you get when falling in love.

I tried to cry out, “not here, not now.” If I made a noise it must have been more like an indecipherable whimper. I clung to consciousness by the hair of my teeth. Overcome with joy I also had a deep fear that I was about to pass out or die, I didn’t know which would be the end result. 

This feeling had happened to me before (at other spiritual encounters) and it scared the shit out of me. Here I was starving (I skipped breakfast technically), and possibly in shock if not physically injured from my car accident the day before. I was terrified that I would pass out and then Kate would walk into the room for our interview and see me dead or passed out on the couch. 

The feeling passed after what felt like an eternity, I still felt a fuzzy vibration all over my body but otherwise I was fine. 

Feeling compelled to pray, I began to pray silently in a whisper. I prayed for peace and health and worthiness for this job and confidence to approach the interview with a clear and steady focus. It felt good. At this time in my life I considered myself spiritual or agnostic. I really hadn’t prayed except in times of angry desperation, mostly pleading with a Divine Source to stop ignoring me and to help me overcome all the mounting obstacles accumulating throughout my life. This was different, I was giving thanks for all that I had and for the blessings in disguise I was experiencing. I even tried to remember some of the French prayers I had learned in Catholic school.

And then I heard a voice asking if I was praying. 

I had closed my eyes while I whispered my prayers. Now open I looked toward the source of the voice. It was the Monk, he had come to the living room door and was again staring at me bemused. 

Another rush hit my body, fear or excitement I couldn’t tell. Who was this Monk, and how did he hear me? Where did he come from that he could hear me? Feeling again off balance I responded “yes” with the attitude of mind-your-own-business implied. 

Undeterred he just stood there and stared at me as if he could see through me or into me. I turned away and tried to focus on my book, trying to ignore him. Then he started spouting off my medical history on a molecular level (I had a thyroid disorder). At the time I was going to school to get my Nursing Degree and was able to understand the physiology of what he was saying. 

At first I tried to continue ignoring him but as soon as I realized he was talking about me I turned to him and asked him to stop, and told him I found it rude and how did he know all that anyway? 

Again he said “You can hear me? You can see me?” 

Beginning to get upset and feeling weird I acknowledged that yes I could see and hear him as politely as possible with a WTF implied. He said he didn’t mean to be rude, usually people can’t see or hear him.

I couldn’t believe that Kate had some crazy Monk running around loose in her home while she was entertaining guests. He said “I didn’t expect to meet you, what are you? Are you here to speak with Antony?” 

Told him I didn’t know who Antony was and that I was there to interview for the Nanny position. 

Again he asked “What are you?” 

Confused, I responded, “I’m Swedish, Irish, French and a little bit German.” 

He said that wasn’t what he meant, again he asked “What are you?” 

I said “my name is Libi.” 

He smiled, “Lilibet, like the queen?” 

I didn’t understand his reference, he said he only knew it from watching The Crown with Antony. I told him I hadn’t seen the show and I didn’t know Antony.

Again he asked ‘what’ I am, because the fact that I could see him meant I was definitely more than human.

Gulp…. What?

He said he thought I must be of celestial heritage.

Brushing it off as this is just some crazy actor gone method dressed up as a monk at Kate Hudson’s house, I decided, sure, why not talk to the guy, seems like I’ll be waiting awhile, and he’s not going away, so why not have a conversation. I tried turning the subject to him and asked him who he was. He said he is known by many names over the ages, but has no specific name though Antony calls him ‘Spirit’ and is most commonly known as the Voice of Compassion, or Spirit of Compassion. He is not a spirit per-say, he is an ET who is in direct service to God, he is more akin to being at the ‘fingertip of God’ sent as a messenger to help heal people and alleviate the suffering of humanity through Antony.

“Wow,” I thought, wasn’t expecting that response.

He really was dedicated to his character, I could tell he believed what he was saying to me. I started to feel weird like I was floating, or the air had been removed from the room. The skin all over my body felt like an itchy goose-bumpily glow. I didn’t know what to think, I thought he was just an actor there to do a skit dressed as a monk, I told him as much and he seemed amused by that. I told him I’m not religious, but spiritual and that I’ve always been intuitive though not sure if I believed in God.

He said “Oh no, God is real.” 

That really caught my attention, I without a doubt believed him. At that moment I felt like my heart opened up and a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. I got shivers all over my body because I heard the truth in his words and understood, God hadn’t abandoned me through all my hardship, I had abandoned God and focused on being lost.

Then he asked me if I was a witch, which I bristled at. I believe in Energy and science as magic and have experienced lots of coincidence and blessings but don’t like the negative connotation that goes along with being called a witch. Especially by a stranger who claims to be an alien/spirit and is dressed like a monk demanding to know “what” I am.

He said there is nothing wrong with being a witch as long as you remain in the light, which soothed my obviously bristled feathers reaction. 

I have been approached by people over my lifetime calling me a witch (usually in a good way), healer, old soul, child at heart. I have always felt drawn to the magic of nature, but since there is little respect in our modern day world for such endeavors I never focused on it. Instead I studied Political Science and Psychology and now Nursing and Winemaking. 

“If you don’t know what you are and you're not a witch how can you see me?” he asked. 

I told him I probably see him because I have sensitive eyes and can see more of the color spectrum than most people. 

He then asked how I can hear him. 

“I don’t know,” I responded.

He said I’m definitely more than human, something celestial. He stared intently at me as if seeing through me into my genetic structure and trying to piece together where I came from. He said he thinks I am descended from Wheels or Thrones, and asked me if I knew what they are. I wasn’t familiar with Wheels and Thrones, I guessed that they had something to do with Tarot. He seemed amused and said “not exactly” and told me about the hierarchy of the angels of which the Wheels and Thrones sat premier and closest to and even made up the ‘throne’ of God. 

Even though I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school, I wasn’t really familiar with the hierarchy of Angels. I had some knowledge of the Seraphim but didn’t know 'Wheels and Thrones' probably because their ‘form’ is so different from human form. I told him I consider myself spiritual but not religious. Religion seems to focus more on how groups of people are different instead of what we have in common as humans and I felt hurt by the patriarchal “us vs them/be a follower or you're ostracized” mentality of man-made religions. 

He agreed and said that man’s desire to understand God was corrupted by these rigid structures. That in fact God had no religion other than Love. He told me to read Thomas Aquinas’ writings on the hierarchy of Angels because it is in fact the best and most relevant human accounting of the celestial ‘ranking’ of Angels.

We spoke of the bible and how it is inaccurate in that it is incomplete and ‘white washed’ to serve the power culture of each age that used it. I asked him if what the Bible says is true, then aren’t we all the children of God? He said yes, God has no grand children, only children. And the chosen people are all Human-kind not just one group over others. The Chosen are those who identify with and choose to live in the light and love of God, but it is all people’s inherent birthright.

This was a lot to take in, so we were silent for a bit…. Well, I was silent while I contemplated what he said. He kept standing there watching me muttering medical stuff. I tried to ignore him, hoping he’d take the hint. But my curiosity got the better of me and I began talking to him again. Feeling out of sorts, I again told him it was rude to stand staring at me while muttering private medical information about a person. And how did he know that stuff about me anyway.

Again he said “You can see me, you can hear me?” Which I guess I was getting used to and found more annoying than upsetting at this point. Exasperated, I confirmed yes, I could still see and hear him and I was annoyed. He asked if I’d be willing to try something. He asked me to close my eyes and point to where I thought he was, to see if I could sense him even when my eyes were closed. 

I obliged, closed my eyes and from my seated position on the couch immediately pointed directly in front of me. I opened my eyes and he was standing there directly in front of me. I gasped. His eyes were spirit eyes, an intense greenish gold. And when he spoke I noticed his mouth didn’t move. He said he was sorry he didn’t mean to frighten me. I was shocked at how fast he moved, and that he chose to move directly in front of me. I asked why his mouth didn’t move when he talked and he said mine wasn’t moving either. That we were communicating telepathically. 

I felt like I was going to faint, and he started muttering things about my blood pressure dropping and sympathetic nervous system kicking into high gear. I was too annoyed to let this know-it-all get the better of me and forced myself to relax and breathe. 

Again, he apologized for upsetting me and asked if I was ok. I lied through my clenched teeth saying I was fine, he just surprised me by how quickly he moved and that he had chosen to move directly in front of me. I could tell he knew I was lying about feeling ok, but at least he stopped muttering about my physiological reactions.

I asked him why he was dressed like a monk and again if he was an actor. He was amused by my questions and said no he wasn’t an actor. He asked me what he looked like. I told him he looked like a ‘kind Frollo’ (the priest from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame) or Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. He was slim and looked classically about 60-70 years old, with a stern but kind face with sharp angles and deep brightly amused intelligent eyes. If I had to guess I would say he looked like he was from Northern Italy in the middle ages. He was dressed in a traditional brown robe of a monk and was wearing simple handmade looking sandals. He seemed delighted by the description. And said he didn’t believe he had ever had an incarnation as a human and was amused that he appeared to me as a monk.

We spoke of Blackholes (universe energy recycling center), Jung collective unconscious, Dolphins being intelligent and able to have thoughts about their thoughts, Shakespeare (he didn’t write the Tempest apparently), TV shows, and why people get cosmetically enhanced. 

He asked me if I knew I was beautiful, I asked if it matters if I think I’m beautiful. He said “doesn’t it?” And that I was beautiful even by human standards. This surprised me, I’ve had this conversation before. I've always felt I had an alien beauty to my looks, Spirit agreed.

As far as his experience with the modern world he is an ET tethered to Antony and can’t touch or interact with anything in our physical world and therefore can only experience things through Antony (ie has to watch what Antony and his wife watch: Outlander, The Crown, Animal and Science Documentaries). They don’t really interact on a social level, Antony can no longer see him, he can only hear him as a voice in his right ear. Spirit just observes and gives medical advice through Antony. He said that Antony infrequently talks to him conversationally and that I am the first person outside of Antony with whom he has had a conversation... And that I can SEE him AND hear him is exceptional.

I saw he was wearing a necklace with a symbol on it and asked if I could look at it. He was surprised and asked if he was wearing any other symbols or charms. I said no just the lightning bolt shaped metal charm. He was surprised that I could see the necklace. I asked if I could hold it to look at it more closely, I felt drawn to it, I hadn’t noticed it before. He hesitated which strangely annoyed me, but he recovered by saying he wasn’t sure if I could touch it. Though curious he obliged and handed it to me, seeming pleasantly surprised that I could hold it.

I asked what kind of metal it was made of. He said it wasn’t any metal I’d know of because it didn’t exist on earth. Very strange, kinda weirded me out, not sure what to make of this alien monk guy and his celestial metals but I felt honored. He said he thought he was meant to give it to me. I declined. I didn’t feel like I deserved something so valuable and rare and still wasn’t sure if I fully trusted him. All of this was a lot and I was feeling overwhelmed. Wish I’d said “yes, thank you” instead!

Impressed that I could touch and hold the necklace, he then asked to touch me. Which I thought was weird and I hesitated. He saw my reluctance and asked instead if I’d touch his hand. I did, it felt cool but otherwise normal. His skin was pale and grayish and smooth like that of a child. He seemed surprised and very pleased that I could touch him.

We spoke about my work as an Esthetician and all the different machines there are now aimed at rejuvenating and tightening the skin. He said anti-aging modalities weren’t really an area of his expertise but that he believed there was something to the legitimacy of using ultrasonic waves to re-energize the cells on a mitochondrial level. He said Botox is dangerous especially in the glabellar area of the forehead because it is the region of the third eye. 

I was a little surprised about his reference to Chakras specifically. He said that while the rest of the world was building machines to improve life, Eastern traditions were delving into the physical and spiritual ‘machine’ (the human body and soul) to build up life and our connection to the divine; since we as humans are spiritual beings honored with a physical experience. They know more about the spiritual connection through their focus on the true Way and God as Love being the true source, that we are all one. That as energetic bodies we are in fact all made of light, God’s light. The most powerful and healing being the light of Love and Compassion. We are Spirit-Mind-Body complexes, in that order of cosmic importance.

I told him about light therapy and showed him a diagram I had on my phone, and gotten in Beauty school, on the healing aspects of light. I had trouble using my phone, but was determined to show him. He said it was all very interesting and related on some level to the light energy given off by organic bodies.

I asked if he’d mind if I take notes on my phone about the different topics we had been discussing. He said I could try. It was difficult, so then I asked if he’d mind if I recorded our conversation.

He seemed to hesitate, which annoyed me, I was starting to feel incredibly exhausted and my hands were slightly shaking. He apologized, saying he was downloading information which he had to translate from symbols and that he didn’t think it would be possible to record our conversation since we were communicating on a higher plane telepathically.

I had forgotten that part, but it made sense since during our conversation he responded to things I hadn’t intended to say out load but had definitely been thinking.

Confused and dazed I wasn’t quite convinced that we were communicating telepathically and decided to try recording anyway.

I let the voice memo record for awhile and then went to play it back, all that it had recorded was silence… except every now and then you’d hear me laugh. It creeped me out so I deleted it.

I noticed that Spirit and I had been talking for over an hour. I asked him if he was tired of standing and to have a seat next to me on the couch, he said he didn’t need to sit because he never became tired.

More aspects of the conversation which need to be added:

• He had to “Download information” from God and said he had to translate it from symbols of angelic languages (Passing through the River alphabet) into English and sometimes mixed up the letters A & V, C & K.

• He said I have crystals in my eyes, I thought it was a compliment,  he said it wasn’t a compliment

• I told him I knew I had Drusen in my left eye, he said it was in both my eyes which shocked me. Later that year it was confirmed by a Neuro-ophthalmologist. Spirit and the The Medical Medium said I might go blind, the Doctor is surprised I’m not blind.

• Spirit said to ask Antony to help me figure out how to not go blind.

• When I later asked Antony about this he told me to eat Wild Blueberries and to read his books.

• Spirit asked me “who is Honey?” (my deceased Dingo/Dog) and that she was a powerfully joyful spirit who loved and protected me and my family still. She, through us rescuing, nurturing her back to health and loving her, had achieved self-realization and recognition of the value of the ‘other’ beyond that of her animal nature and had been deemed worthy of upgrading to being reborn as an evolved higher Dimensional being but had asked instead to stay with our family and protect us in spirit form.

• He said I might be of the cherubim or descended from wheels and thrones

• He said he was sorry for my sister who’s name started with a K (not yet diagnosed with POTS), and my Nana who had colon cancer (not yet diagnosed as terminal), and that my Grandfather (who had Dementia) his spirit was already gone and his body would soon follow.

• I showed him my book Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore and he said he wasn’t familiar with it but was excited for the introduction

• Spirit said I have a blue aura of a healer like Antony, but he almost couldn’t see it because it was so huge. He said it was dangerous for me to let it be too big and all encompassing. I asked how big.

• Told me I should tell Antony that he said I should talk to him

• Asked me if I can see auras and if I could see his aura with my eyes open or closed

• Told him I couldn’t “see” an aura but I could sense him and know where he was in the room

• I asked him what it was like to be ‘dead’ or have transitioned into a higher spiritual dimension; to be a "Spirit" like him. He asked if I had ever done a future-life-progression, which I hadn’t heard of, I asked him if he’d ever done one. He thought that was funny. He told me that when I go to my Grandmother’s house in Minnesota I should read my friend Sophy’s book (Sophy Burnham) The Book on Angels and in her experience with a Past Life Regression she then went forward into a “Future Life Progression” which is the best written example of what it is like to be a Spirit.

• He said that Mary is my guardian

After a long time (about 2 hours), in which I am told the Housekeeper thought I had left and was surprised to see me reappear in the the house, I finally got my interview with Kate and her boyfriend…

*I was still there and could see and hear what was happening in the house but was on a different plane of existence with ‘Spirit’

…The interview commenced with Kate and her boyfriend. First her boyfriend Danny entered the room, he said Kate was still with their guests and would be in shortly to interview me. As he walked into the room the Monk was standing in his way. I watched the Monk stand still and watch Danny approach. The Monk had an amused look in his eye. I, confused that Danny was walking right at him, almost called out when at the last second Danny stumbled around the Monk and flopped into a heavily cushioned chair. The Monk turned to me and said, "He can't see me."

I got chills as Spirit looked me in the eye and smiled amused and delighted that I was beginning to fully grasp the weight of the situation. Only I could see the Monk!?

I looked at Danny, he seemed a little embarrassed that he had stumbled and said he was exhausted, it had been a longer, more exciting day for him than he was expecting. He thanked me for waiting, though he was surprised I had waited so long. I told him it was fine, it hadn't seemed so long, I had a nice time talking with and helping his staff. That everyone seemed very kind.

The Medical Medium

After our interview Kate said she liked me and wanted to schedule a trial Nanny day with her kids that would be arranged through her Personal Assistant. She also asked me to stay in the Entertainment room and wait until her guests from the podcast party had left. 

I agreed to wait even though all I wanted to do was leave so I could go and cry in my car from the sheer exhaustion of all that had happened. 

She said it was very important for me to wait out of sight because her special guest was a psychic known as the Medical Medium, and asked if I had heard of him. I told her I had never heard of him. I joked that I pretty much live under a rock when it comes to celebrity and trendy social media stuff because all I do is work and go to school, I don't have time (or the interest) to spend on consumer trends and sparkly marketing games to grab the 99%'s attention and wallet.

At the time I was of the opinion that most celebrity psychics were frauds. Go figure!

She said she and her brother had interviewed him for their podcast because some of her family members and friends had had great success following his nutritional advice and regained their health and well being. That he is guided by a Spirit who has taught him how to medically read people and give them advice on how to naturally regain their health. But the draw back of his being able to read people is that he can get overwhelmed by meeting too many people at one time and goes "snow blind" from the overload of information he psychically receives. She said he was already being helped to walk around by his assistant and didn't want to incapacitate him more by exposing him to another person; ie me.

Made sense, I was happy to try to decompress alone before I drove home.

I waited what felt like an eternity, though it was probably only 15minutes. I was on edge and I sincerely wanted to leave. I was so tired and really felt like I needed to cry it out to move through all of the emotions I was feeling.

It sounded like the guest had left or at least had moved to the back yard so I gathered up my stuff and quickly and quietly walked to the front entryway. As I was putting on my shoes someone tapped me on the shoulder and said "Don't worry, he'll be back." 

Confused and surprised I turned around and saw a small thin pale man with a goatee and a baseball cap. When our eyes met he looked surprised, as if expecting someone else and then immediately clamped his hands over his ears and started backing away from me.

That was it, I had had enough of this strange experience and almost started sobbing at the incredibly bizarre and rude behavior. But then I heard the Monk, he was talking to this small man about me and the small man was trying to block out the Monk's words by covering his ears. The reaction wasn't so much to me personally as to the small man feeling overwhelmed by Spirit.

At that moment Kate came down the staircase and saw us and said "Oh I see you've met Anthony" in a way that was obviously annoyed that I had gone against her wishes and not waited until all the guests had left.

Feeling a bit insulted by the sequence of events and more than exhausted and frustrated by the whole situation and my yearning desire to leave, I was in a state of shock. Still on the edge of tears I managed to say, "Oh, you're Antony? Your friend told me to talk to you."

The man, who had been covering his ears and backing away from me, his jaw dropped and he stopped and lowered his hands from his ears. Seeming surprised and intrigued he said, "What friend?"

Again, I just wanted the earth to swallow me. I was so worn out and tired of this game. "The Monk" I wanted to shout but kept my voice soft, "the Monk who is standing behind you talking about me."

"What did he say?" The man (apparently the Medical Medium) asked.

"He said ‘talk to Antony, he will help you’," I responded while struggling to hold back tears.

Again he looked shocked and whispered, "only Spirit calls me Antony."

He was incredulous that I could see and hear Spirit. He asked me to describe the Monk and tell him where he was was standing. I did and Antony nodded saying yes that is what he remembers Spirit looking like and yes he mostly hears Spirit's voice coming from behind him on the right side.

By this time the rest of the guests had appeared in the entryway and were watching us. I ended up feeling like a performing monkey for Antony, Kate and all her family and friends (who were there for the podcast wrap party: Liv Tyler, Miranda Kerr, Goldie Hawn, Oliver Hudson etc). They kept asking me questions about Spirit to test if I could really see and hear him and asking the Medical Medium to confirm. 

At one point Antony and I started talking together, repeating at the same time what Spirit had just said in response to one of the guests questions. We both stopped. I apologized, saying to the Medical Medium that I thought Spirit wanted me to say what he was saying. Medical Medium told me to go ahead and say it. I did. The guests turns to Medical Medium and asked if what I had said was what he had heard Spirit say. He confirmed it.

I was in such a state of shock I kept obliging their requests until I almost passed out from utter exhaustion. I, for my part, had a hard time believing they couldn’t see or hear Spirit, since (other than his mouth not moving when he talked and the fact he was dressed like a monk) he seemed like a very real human to me.

I then started babbling about how I’d always been intuitive and known I was different but had tried to ignore, or turn off that extra sensory ability because it only seemed to make people think I was weird and I couldn’t control it so I became shy and didn’t talk much since I never knew if I was saying more than I should especially when meeting new people. I was beginning to panic. And Spirit started talking again about my physiological state and how I was about to faint. I just started talking louder and louder trying to hold onto consciousness and drown out Spirit’s voice until I snapped. And looked Spirit in the face and scolded him, “Will you please not talk while I’m talking? I can hardly think!”

Everyone’s jaws dropped in surprise. 

Kate broke the silence by saying, “No one was talking while you were talking.”

“I heard him,” said the Medical Medium.

I looked at the Medical Medium and smiled weakly and said, “Wow, that’s so annoying. And that happens to you all the time?” 

And then I began to fall to the ground. I caught myself on my knees and put my head down between my legs. Kate rushed over to me and told everyone to back off and give me some space to breathe.

It was overwhelming and being a normally shy person I was super embarrassed and determined not to pass out in front of an audience of celebrities, especially with one of them being a potential employer. 

But Kate was kind to me and protected me from the onslaught of questions and requests for me to continue to prove my abilities. She told everyone to stop and to give me some space. As she held me up she told she used to see spirits but had learned to turn it off when she was a teen. She offered to let me sit down in the kitchen and drink some water while I recovered from the shock of it all.

On the upside I got the job, but as Spirit predicted it was short lived because when the Pandemic was publicly announced Kate closed her house to everyone but family. 

And as for the Medical Medium though he said he wanted to talk more with me and gave me his contact information, I haven’t heard from him either.

I have always been spiritually intuitive but had never experienced something so profoundly celestial and publicly exposing. It has been a long 'dark night of the soul' in which I have struggled to come to terms with this Spiritual Awakening. So much has happened since and through my seemingly lonely struggles I have found even though I desire external validation all paths to reconnecting to the Divine are truly inward.

It is worth the effort. Know you are not alone. We are like drops of water in the cosmic ocean. We are all interconnected and Unified. We are all God-sparks, how deeply you connect and acknowledge it in yourself and others is up to you. Please be kind.