We Have Today

We Have Today February 26, 2017

life is too short to start with broken pieces of yesterdayOn Saturday, February 18th I hosted an event at the Hamlin Pub in Shelby Township, Michigan entitled Supper with the Spirits. This is an event that I do several times a year around the Michigan area where guests get to eat yummy food, have some fun and laughs and I bring through messages and insights from loved ones, angels and spirit guides on the other side. I call these events ‘drive thru’ readings as not everyone is guaranteed a reading and the messages that are given are at times a bit more vague for even my own liking. Typical sessions that I do are an hour, in a private and quiet setting, away from noise, music, alcohol consumption, and an array of emotions. I’m able to focus on that one (or two or three) person and just their loved ones. I know that some people will go home disappointed, and I know that I will go home feeling disappointed that I couldn’t bring everyone through for them. Believe me when I say that I often shed tears on the way home (hello empath) from these events and at one point my husband told me to just stop doing them because he felt so bad for me feeling bad for everyone else. I thought about it, but made the decision that if just one person gets a message that they need to hear it was worth it all. And I know that more than one person gets a message that they need to hear, maybe not what they want to hear, and in the end it is worth it.

Saturday’s event wasn’t much different than the others, except that the noise level from a live band and a very crowded venue makes for a difficult time sorting out spirits. Just because someone is sitting in a different room and not part of the group doesn’t mean that their people on the other side can’t or won’t find me and this is exactly what happened at an event last October.

A 20-something male was sitting at a table by himself, staring at his phone when his mom on the other side grabbed my attention and nudged me his way. I was heading to the rest room and knew that my guests would be finished with their dessert and I had to start soon, so I ignored her, but there was no ignoring Lydia* in life or on the other side.

“You need to talk to him. This is a matter of life and death,” she urged as I reapplied my lipstick.

I glanced at the clock and didn’t even have a second, but I knew that Lydia was right, I needed to talk to him. As I headed back to the banquet room, I noticed the man was still staring at his phone, as if willing someone or something to call. The televisions were blasting sports, the rest of the restaurant was buzzing with laughter and hoots and hollers, and even with all the happy energy circling around the man looked to be wearing a storm cloud. I again felt the pull from Lydia.

Now, there’s something some people may not know about me, I’m really shy. No, honestly. I’m uncomfortable talking to strangers and it takes a lot for me to walk up to a table and tell them what I do, see, hear, and sense, and then hope they won’t laugh in my face. Some may call that insecurity, I prefer to call it just who I am, and I honestly think it keeps me from getting an ego and staying humble.

But I stopped in front of the man’s table anyhow. He looked up at me and smiled, and then I worried that he was thinking I was picking him up. It was a bar after all, and a whole other mess of crazy dialogue went through my brain. That felt even more horrific than what I was going to tell him, and it gave me the confidence to start the conversation.

“Umm, I know this sounds crazy but I’m a medium and I see…”

“Like the Long Island Medium?” he interrupted.

“Kind of,” I squinted at him, hating the comparison. “So I see the spirits of loved ones on the other side. In fact I only have a second because I have an event,” I pointed to the banquet room and saw my husband hold up his cell phone as if to tell me I needed to get going.

“Cool,” he replied and again glanced at his phone that was still black without a new message.

“So anyhow your mom has been bothering me since I got here and wanted me to let you know that you’ll be okay and you need to stop blaming yourself. Living in the now, and not the past, living for today, and not for tomorrow. She says that none of you knew that seriousness of it all including her, and it wasn’t your fault.”

“She said that to you?” he asked, wiping his tears.

“No, she’s saying that to you,” I said. “She’s standing in back of you. Remember, she says, how she always said tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so live for today?”

“She always said that. She knew how much I worried about everything and constantly reminded me to stop worrying about the future. Obviously I didn’t learn anything.”

“She’ll always be around you to remind you. It might not be the way you like, but she’s still with you.”

Chuck was now giving me a dirty look and I knew I had to go. I put my hand on his shoulder and told him I wished him the best. He just nodded. I could feel his stare on my back all the way into the room.

After the event we packed up my books and as we headed out the door I was surprised to see the man still there, waiting for me.

“Kristy, my name is Trent, and I just wanted to say thank you. You have no idea what you did by that message in that moment, but my mom didn’t raise a son who didn’t say thank you and I wanted to say it. So thank you. Can I give you a hug?”

I nodded and gave Trent a hug, hoping he could feel his mom’s spirit in it.

Last Saturday at the event I met up with Trent again.

“I was planning on killing myself that weekend,” Trent confided, validating what I already knew. “I was waiting for a person to call me so I could meet them to get…”

I didn’t let him finish, I just squeezed his hand. “That’s the past, right?” I smiled.

“My mom wasn’t feeling well and thought she might need to go to Urgent Care. I had concert tickets and asked her if she thought she could wait until morning and she told me she wanted me to have fun and the morning would be fine.” Trent lifted his hands up to his eyes and covered them, as if to blink out the memory. “I came home from the concert and she was dead. She was probably having a heart attack and if I would’ve just taken her in…”

“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe not. It’s something you can’t change now, Trent. Focus on what you can change,” I offered.

“That’s what I’ve done since you gave me the message, Kristy. It still hurts, and I still miss her.”

“Of course you do,” I sympathized.

“But I have today,” Trent smiled and laid his hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, you have today. Mom is proud.” I smiled.

“I feel her now,” Trent whispered.

So often we get bind ourselves to the past and the worries of the future, and we miss the now. Skip ahead and you miss out. Lag behind and you miss out. It’s the now that let’s us connect to our loved ones here, to opportunities, and to our loved ones on the other side. Worry, fear, regret are just some of the ropes that bind us, knocking us off balance. It clouds our potential and pretends to be the truth. Tomorrow isn’t promised, so why worry. You have today. What are doing with it?

If you are contemplating suicide or dealing with the loss due to suicide, please contact 1-800-273-8255 at the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. 

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I often receive messages at night and I always keep a running journal of my visitors. These are my most recent:

Believe,

Kristy

www.kristyrobinett.com

Kristy Robinett is a professional psychic medium who shares the love, messages, and moments from those on the other side.

*Names have been changed


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