{"id":1402,"date":"2016-12-12T09:09:00","date_gmt":"2016-12-12T14:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1402"},"modified":"2019-08-19T08:36:05","modified_gmt":"2019-08-19T12:36:05","slug":"my-experience-with-a-medium","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/my-experience-with-a-medium\/","title":{"rendered":"My Experience With a Medium"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-1408 size-large\" title=\"My Experience With a Medium\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/MediumSmllPost-2-999x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a healing mandala with images of bare trees and her daughter who died of leukemia.\" width=\"625\" height=\"641\" \/>There are some things one should never do alone. Like get a tattoo. Drink expensive wine. Or die. Going to some stranger\u2019s house to track down your child who\u2019s been dead five years is definitely one of those things you need to do with a friend.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have a message from your daughter,\u201d I\u2019d been told by two different people shortly after Marika\u2019s death. \u201cShe wants you to know she\u2019s okay.\u201d I\u2019d ignored these \u201cmessages.\u201d For years it never occurred to me they might be anything more than senseless remarks thrown at me to squelch my sadness.<\/p>\n<p>Then one day I met another bereaved mother who, in all her grief, was disintegrating and dying right in front of me. When I saw her again, a month later, she was bright-eyed and bouncing. \u201cI saw a <a href=\"https:\/\/www.evidenceofeternity.com\/faq\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">medium<\/a>,\u201d she beamed. And even though I was skeptical about such things, I started reading <em>The Light Between Us<\/em> by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lauralynnejackson.com\/book-the-light-between-us\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Laura Lynne Jackson<\/a>. I read <em>After This: When Life is over Where Do We Go? <\/em>by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.clairebidwellsmith.com\/books\/after-this\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Claire Bidwell Smith<\/a>, and other books about afterlife and contacting deceased loved ones. It made me wonder, what if they\u2019re not gone? What if their spirits remain somehow?<\/p>\n<p>It was only right that I test the idea out. It would be an adventure. It could lead to joy. Wasn\u2019t that my mission these days \u2013 to find joy? But when it came down to actually setting up an appointment, I kept finding excuses to put off the call. And I realized I was terrified. Because not knowing for sure meant anything was possible. Seeing a medium could verify that part of my daughter was indeed still here with me. But if I went to a medium and had my doubts confirmed, I could lose all my hope.<\/p>\n<p>Another friend agreed to share a session with a medium. She sat next to me on a small couch in a cozy room while a lot of \u201cspirits,\u201d visible only to our medium, hung out in the space around us. At each question or communication I turned my head to see my friend nod and smile. Our eyes met only a few times, when what was presented didn\u2019t apply to her, \u201cNo one I know.\u201d \u201cNot for me either,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>No one and nothing \u201ccame out\u201d for me. Except that I was an artist. The medium was adamant, I should explore my artistic abilities. And in my head I was screaming, \u201cI\u2019ve been an artist over half a century. But can\u2019t you see I\u2019ve lost my daughter? Where\u2019s Marika? I want my father, my Omi Rosie.\u201d They didn\u2019t show up. I almost cried.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want to go back again for another reading,\u201d my friend said as we got in the car.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>What experience have you had with mediums or contacting loved ones who have died? Do you believe our spirits live on after death?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are some things one should never do alone. Like get a tattoo. Drink expensive wine. Or die. 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