I need to clear something up.
I already believed in the afterlife when my son passed. I had spent years around spiritual communities. I had friends who were psychic, friends who were mediums, and even friends who channeled other entities. None of that felt strange to me.
What was unfamiliar was how personal this suddenly became.
Belief is one thing. Wanting to connect with your own child is another.
In the beginning, I assumed connection would sound the way it did in life. A voice. A sentence. Something spoken. Clear and unmistakable.
That isn’t how it works. At least, not for most people.
Spirit communication is quieter than that. It’s more like a thought that arrives already formed. Not something you think up, but something that appears in you. Whole. Specific. Unmistakably not yours.
At first, I questioned that. A lot.
Grief can blur perception, and I wasn’t interested in comforting illusions. I wanted to understand what was actually happening. So I stayed grounded. I learned. I trained. I paid close attention to how information arrived and what made it reliable. I had great teachers who helped and still help me along my journey.
What I noticed was this. The more I stayed calm and discerning, the clearer things became. The more I resisted filling in blanks, the stronger the evidence was.
That’s when I realized skepticism isn’t a block. It’s a filter.
Evidential mediumship doesn’t ask you to suspend intelligence. It asks you to notice the difference between imagination and reception. Between emotion and information.
And that difference matters, especially when someone is grieving.
Spirit doesn’t argue with doubt. It doesn’t demand belief. It offers information. Names. Personalities. Details that don’t require faith, only recognition.
You don’t need to be endlessly open or spiritually fluent. You just need to be present and honest about what you’re perceiving.
Belief didn’t make the connection real for me.
Understanding how it worked did.
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