My Experience with a Psychic Medium

December 1, 2017

A few weeks after my sister passed away, my second cousin surprised my family with tickets to see a psychic medium. I've watched a few different TV shows about mediums, visited a psychic a time or two, and believed in the possibility, but the natural skeptic in me couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I could actually communicate with my sister through this man.

Out of all of the emotions I had leading up to reading date, the feeling of being prepared was not one of them. The date seemed to creep up on me. At only 6 weeks after her passing, I questioned if even I was ready to talk to her. I was not at peace with her death. I was still irrationally angry. I felt that my anger would deter Lauren from coming through and communicating with us. I didn't even pay due diligence by researching how a reading works and what to do to prepare until the day of. As I sat at my desk at work the morning of the reading, I finally looked into mediums found out that I should have been meditating and calling on my sister for the past week to urge her to come through. I panicked. This was my chance to potentially talk to my sister and I already potentially damaged the oppurtunity. I prayed and pleaded to Lauren to come through.

Five members of my family met with five strangers in a hotel conference room to see Thomas John. The air was uneasy as we spoke about our history with mediums, without giving away who we wanted to see. Maybe there was a hidden camera in the room and the medium was watching, but I know now that isn't true. When Thomas walked in, we prayed briefly and asked our loved ones to come forward. At that moment my hope was still at an all time low. I had zero expectations for what was to come.

He explained that spirits come to him, he wouldn't be doing readings in order. Sometimes the person who we want to hear from will come forward but that isn't always the case. We were allowed to record the reading and were encouraged to take notes along the way. We jumped on that oppurtunity and were so glad that we did. I felt calm, but still was not convinced that lauren would show up. It was only 6 weeks since she passed, and she was shy. I couldn't picture her walking through other spirits and speaking up in a crowd.

And then she appeared.

The level of detail that Thomas went into with every one of us was extraordinary. It could not be looked up online, or any other way. Through him, Lauren confirmed why she felt that she needed to end her life - for the exact reasons we assumed. She was angry at the circumstances that caused her lethal pain, angry at the same person we were angry at. She revealed to us that the medication prescribed did not help, it made things worse. Hearing that broke my heart, as we urged her to continue her medication.

She thought the eulogy I wrote was beautiful, she was happy that her friends started a scholarship in her honor. She is proud of me for making her death meaningful and sharing her story. She wants what happened to her to never happen to anyone else. Lauren gave us the answers that we so desperately longed for.

She is in heaven holding baby Michael, our brother who passed away after ten days. She found grandpa from the pictures. Great aunt Jody is showing her the ropes and teaching her how to communicate with us. She is holding her white coat that we buried her in in one arm, and her favorite cheerleading portrait in the other. She regrets leaving us, but is finally able to feel the love we all have for her. She is at peace.

What amazed me the most is that when everything was said and done, Thomas John informed us that it typically takes a spirit at least three months to learn how communicate effectively through a medium. But not my genius sister. With some guidance of aunt Jody, she figured it out in less than two months. Even up in heaven she continues to raise the bar higher.

Lauren plans on sending us the most beautiful rainbows, a beam of light shining down from heaven. A reminder that something beautiful will always come after the darkest of storms.