Life is Paranormal

Life is Paranormal October 24, 2017

lifeisparaSome weeks I’m so frustrated with the negative-Nelly type emails or the Facebook notes from those who don’t even know me that are out for a witch hunt of sorts. Thankfully more weeks are filled with amazing connections that enable me to keep going with my mission of connecting our worlds, even if just for a moment.

There was a time I wondered if I was making it all up. Maybe I was nuts and the spirits I were seeing weren’t real. Maybe the messages were coming from my higher consciousness and not an actual spirit. Maybe… Then I decided to stop with the maybe. Nobody said being different was easy. What I discovered was that paranormal is often more normal than so-called normal, and that life is paranormal.

I make sure to check my ego, to not get caught up in giving myself praise. After all, I’m simply the operator to the other side, nothing more. This week I experienced some amazing connections, received some beautiful validations, and again had to double check my ego. I wanted to share some of them with you (after receiving the blessing of all those involved).

Pat (names have all been changed) came to see me two years ago. He sat across from me in my office and I immediately felt a dull ache in my side. You see, I’m what some call an empath, meaning I feel another’s pain – both physical and emotional and my side was hurting horribly. I asked him if he had his appendix still and he told me that he did, and it was weird I asked that because he’d been having a dull stomach ache for a week and was working through it like a champ.

“Go to the doctor,” I told him. “As in right now. Tell them to check out your appendix, but I also see a spot on your colon that looks odd to me. You don’t have to tell them where you got the information from.”

Pat did go to the hospital after our session and he did in fact have appendicitis. He emailed me a couple days later to tell me that they dismissed the colon, though, and were more in a rush to get the appendix removed as it was close to rupturing.

“Then go to your Internist. I know you don’t want a colonoscopy, but there’s something I can’t shake.”

Last week Pat came to see me in my office, and tagging along was his doctor who wanted to know how I knew he had cancer. His tests were normal. Until they did the colonoscopy and because of Pat’s persistence, and the recent appendicitis, he looked a bit higher on the scope – and there it was.

“It was his grandpa over there,” I said pointing to my other side. “He knew.”

It was the next day when Jane came to see me and her mother-in-law warned that her son, Jane’s husband, had a new medication that was causing some concerns.

“He’s not on any new medications,” Jane said, looking at me weird.

But he was. Kind of. Jane’s husband had a horrible headache and thought maybe it was high blood pressure. He had high blood pressure before and decided to take an old medication. Only it wasn’t high blood pressure, he had a blood clot in back of his eye and the medication was actually causing more problems. He’s okay, thankfully, and learned his lesson to not play doctor anymore.

That’s the thing with what I do. I have to be cautious to not diagnosis. I’m not a medical professional and I would feel awful if something terrible happened from any messages I passed along. I’m not always told some of the terrible things. I’m not always told of a death date or a severe accident. I’m not privy to everything. Why I’m shown something things and not others is beyond me and a question for those on the other side when I get there.

And then there was Sarah. She’d come to see me several years ago when her grandma showed me a blood loss during childbirth.

“I don’t even want a kid, so I’m safe there.”

It ended up not being her, but her dog who ran away and came back pregnant. She unfortunately passed soon after giving birth to a litter of 4 puppies.

“Why couldn’t you have been more specific?” she cried to me.

I didn’t know why I wasn’t shown a dog or any more information. I was only given what I was given, and shared that. It didn’t mean that I didn’t (don’t) feel terrible.

No, I don’t know everything. In fact most days I feel like I know absolutely nothing. I’m simply the connection to this side and the other, and sometimes things get lost in translation.

Some days I wish I worked at a boutique selling baubles. Thankfully more of my days are filled with loving what I do, discovering, questioning, and spreading love and messages.

Believe,
Kristy Robinett
kristyblackandwhiteKristy Robinett (Michigan) is a revolutionary psychic medium, international author, and inspirational speaker. In addition to giving readings and teaching workshops, she uses her psychic skills to assist with police investigations. Kristy lectures across the country and is a frequent media commentator, appearing on the ID Channel’s Restless SoulsFox NewsABC NewsCoast to Coast, and more. Kristy Robinett is also the author of several books, including Tails from the Afterlife: Stories of Signs, Messages, and Inspiration from your Companion Animals (Llewellyn, March 2018); Messages From a Wonderful Afterlife: Signs Loved Ones Send from Beyond; It’s a Wonderful Afterlife: Inspiring True Stories from a Psychic Medium; Forevermore: Guided in Spirit by Edgar Allan Poe; Messenger Between Worlds: True Stories from a Psychic Medium; Higher Intuitions Oracle; Ghosts of Southeast Michigan; and Michigan’s Haunted Legends and Lore.Visit her online at KristyRobinett.com.

It’s rare where I don’t have visitors from the other side visiting me at night, telling me their stories. It’s even more intense after events where I do gallery/seance sessions. I keep a journal next to my bed and I write down as much information as I get from them (remember, this is in the middle of the night). It’s often like changing the channels (very quickly) on the television screen and trying to catch as much as possible. These are some of my recent visitors. To read more visit here. 


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