I found proof of the afterlife
How a psychic medium blew my mind.
Words by Jane Deane
I've always been a big thinker. Wildly curious of what the purpose of life is and fascinated by other worldly phenomenon's like ghosts and telepathy and psychic abilities. Perhaps it stems from a part of me refusing to accept that all the love and life we create here on earth could just possibly disappear one day.
Over the years various occurrences turned this curiosity into a 'knowingness' however it never went without needing some solid proof that the magic I would sometimes experience was real. Particularly when times seemed hard or hopeless I found doubts about there being more to life than work, bills and another day left looking to the skies wondering 'whats it all for?'
When I sat down on a video call with Joanna Cabot-Jossua who is a Psychic-Medium and healer, I was quietly nervous. While I had watched many shows and read many books about the subject I had never spoken with a psychic. I was of course excited and curious to see what she might know about my life, my family and if she could really talk to loved ones that had passed away. During our reading the information Joanna came forward with was remarkably accurate. She spoke of my grandfather from Ireland, she brought up a medical issue my daughter had been going through and she also knew of small house renovations that my mother was undertaking just the day before. (I only found out about these after calling my mum later that day to chat!)
Joannas ability to bring forward small details and images that would mean nothing to other people but were very significant to me was very intriguing. She asked about the little birds she kept seeing in a child's small hands. I knew exactly what these birds were because they held a lot of meaning to me. A little porcelain blue fairy wren that my youngest daughter used to carry with her everywhere. It was so loved in fact we had to replace it with a similar one because the bird was dropped onto concrete so many times it had been broken and glued back together and looked a little creepy. Each night my daughter would fall asleep with that bird clutched perfectly into her little hand and I would gently remove it from her grasp and put it on the shelf to keep it safe.
“And while all of these things were remarkable insights into an ability to draw relevant information from the ether, it was two simple words that cemented my understanding that life does go on after we die, and Joanna can indeed communicate with souls that no longer reside in human form.”
And while all of these things were remarkable insights into an ability to draw relevant information from the ether, it was two simple words that cemented my understanding that life does go on after we die, and Joanna can indeed communicate with souls that no longer reside in human form. A few months earlier my father passed away and on the morning my mother told me the news I sent him a goodbye message.
What I wanted to know from Joanna is if he received the message and if so, how did I send it?
I mean, there are many ways one could send a goodbye message to a loved one. I could write a letter that would never be sent, etch words into the bark of a wise old tree, play a song on an acoustic guitar, write a text message I knew would never be replied to or paint a picture with watercolours. Anything significant that would help me to send a message out into the world hoping for my Dad to receive it. I guess for me it was a sort of closure, a final goodbye from earth.
At that moment Joanna got very quiet and closed her eyes. I sat at my desk with my heart racing, wondering what she might be able to know, or would I be left disappointed that my message was never seen because life ends right here.
And then she spoke the two words that have completely confirmed my belief that there is so much more to this life than we think and that love and consciousness do go on.
She said, quite simply with no hesitation "the beach".
She described that she saw an image from above of a long beach and a wall of rocks on an overcast day.
And of course she was 100% correct…
After I spoke with my mum on the morning my Dad passed I was about to head out the door with my two young daughters to go to the beach.
It was overcast and finally there was some sun breaking through the clouds.
So we headed to the beach which we have been visiting for the past 5 years and on this particular day the tide was incredibly low. There is an island which sits out about 70m from the shoreline and only very rarely when the tide is super low you can walk there easily without getting wet feet. The rest of the time the gap is covered with water and waves and sometimes dolphins splashing about.
On this day we were the only 3 souls out on the island and over to one side there is a huge wall of black rocks. It was right there that I wrote in the sand a goodbye note to my Dad, knowing it would get pulled away into the ocean when the tide came up again.
I never told anyone about this note, the only two people that witnessed it were my 4 and 6 year old.
So how on earth could Joanna provide such an accurate description of the goodbye note I sent my Dad?
A life unhurried.
If I gained anything from my talk with Joanna, it was clarification that life does go on and to know that I can finally give myself permission to worry less and truly move through life unhurried. To enjoy each moment and let go of my fears. To know that we are always surrounded by love and guidance, particularly in our hardest times, we are not alone. Life is a celebration which there are no mistakes, just lessons.
If I can manage to squint my eyes just enough and remember how to see through a daily lens that reveals the truth, one that invites me to view life as a precious experience and I never know when it may be the last time I will do the most wonderfully ordinary things like wash the dishes in my kitchen sink, pat my dog or hug my loved ones. Through this lens of gratitude and curiosity life becomes all the more richer.