Why testing psychics is bad

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Oy. I’m having one of those, “Why do I even bother?” moments that so many people have every day in their jobs, hobbies and pursuits. I realize, however, that not everyone is blessed with the gift of common sense or the ability to reasonably look into a subject before making an assumption. There is a lesson in everything. So rather than throw my hands in the air, grumble and stomp my feet, I’m going to make this situation into a lesson for more people.

This evening I received a very short message amounting to another psychic telling a person that he or she is the reincarnation of a Confederate spy that died in the war. Then I was told to guess the spy.

Pause for a deep cleansing breath.

I didn’t answer the message. Frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to play a guessing game. I instead posted on my Facebook status for other people thinking about doing the same thing to other psychics:

FYI, testing the psychic doesn’t sit well with most of them. Don’t go into a conversation or a reading with the idea that you’re going to make them guess or trip them up. It creates bad energy.

This is absolutely the truth. The act of conducting any type of psychic reading whether it’s communication with deceased loved ones, discovering past lives, healing illnesses, clearing chakras, reading tarot cards, etc., etc., is all based on the exchange of energy. It’s actually a rather intimate act. It requires a certain level of soul vulnerability for the best results. The client’s energy has to be open and free flowing to the reader, while the reader’s energy has to be open and free flowing to receive the client’s energy as well. So when you ask a psychic a question that requires use of the energy exchange to answer and your intent is to trick the psychic or anything except pure intentions, you will block your own energy. You will sabotage yourself. You will also harm the psychic because the harder the reading is, the more energy is used. It’s difficult to manage our energy as it is without people treating this like a parlor trick or a game. That’s why I don’t play guessing games with people just looking to see if I get it right or wrong.

A little while after I posted that status, I got another message announcing who the person was in their previous life according to the other psychic. There was also an insinuation laced with negativity that I’m not really Fanny Chamberlain because any real psychic knows they can’t read themselves, thereby also insinuating that I’m not really psychic. Trust me, sometimes I wish I wasn’t.

Pause for another cleansing breath.

Before I could respond, said person made use of their block button. I’m posting my response now, should that person ever come across this blog.

That conclusion did not come from reading myself. It came from spontaneous past life memories beginning as a toddler, followed by investigation as an adult to verify those memories, which is a common and accepted phenomena in reincarnation studies. I urge you to get to know my case before assuming that I read myself because I did not. People cannot read themselves, as you pointed out. Additionally, getting to know my case would show that I resisted it for years and never wanted it. I have been through hell and back with it. I apologize for any offense I have made but your first message rubbed me the wrong way, as it would anyone in my profession. It isn’t a guessing game to me. If you didn’t mean it that way, that’s one thing, but if you did, please reconsider before you approach other psychics in that way. Most don’t like feeling tested.

Indeed, I did not read myself. It’s a gross assumption that I did because I have always been very open about my reincarnation case since I came out with it. Anyone who has spent more than a week in my life probably has the full story. If they don’t, they can ask. If they don’t, they can read my zillions of blog posts out there on my previous lives, or better still, read the book that I wrote in order to help the very people that test my patience sometimes. Making assumptions with a negative attitude is not at all acceptable in this case when there is so much information to the contrary out there.

Moral of the story?

Testing psychics is a bad idea and puts them in bad moods.
Education should always come before assumptions.
Practice safe energy exchanges!

Just in case there are any lingering doubts about my reincarnation case, please read about my case on the Historical Figures Reincarnated website for free, or purchase my book, Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated, on most major online retailers.

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>My own death and funeral

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Incidentally, this is my 100th blog.

By happenstance, I came across a blog called Pine Grove Cemetery of Brunswick, Maine (click here to view the blog). She writes about interesting people, history and oddities found at Pine Grove Cemetery, which, incidentally, is where one of my former bodies is buried. Even if you don’t know anyone buried there, the history is so interesting and it’s all very well researched. I highly recommend checking out the blog, after you read mine, of course!

Back in July, they apparently posted the newspaper articles and obituary of my former self, Fanny Chamberlain – also spelled Fannie. I had never seen the obituary or the articles in their entirety, so this was a treat for me. I know, that sounds strange. As a genealogist, I know very well that some of the best unknown information about people can be found by looking at their obituaries and newspaper articles about them. Even though the newspapers got some facts wrong, they give researchers a direction to hunt. So as a genealogist, I got excited when I saw “new” articles about Fanny that I hadn’t yet seen in their entirety. As the woman herself, obviously I never got to read these things because I had passed away when they were printed.

I don’t want to repost things that don’t belong to me, so please go read Frances Adams Chamberlain: Death & Funeral before you go any further with reading my blog.

Go on. I’ll wait.

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Done?

Admittedly, it was a little eerie to read my own obituary, news article and eulogy, but the truth is, a certain amount of detachment comes after you leave a life behind and resolve its lingering issues, so it’s not that traumatizing to read those things. I tend to look for parallels between Fanny and me when I come across new things as opposed to allowing any emotional attachment to a body no longer in use. Also, I was 80. You bet your life I was ready to die. I was stuck in an old, broken body and ready to move on to heaven for a much needed break. This is not to say I believed in reincarnation at that time. It simply means that when you reach a certain age, meeting God isn’t such a scary thing, especially when you know illness, pain and suffering will be things of the past. My children were grown, my husband was mostly secure; it was time for me to exit stage left and any lingering I might have done was to try and comfort him.

One thing about the news article struck me in particular:

In speaking of her a friends said: “Mrs. Chamberlain had a fund of funny stories and of quaint sayings. She was young and bright in spirit, even to her last. She was cultured and intellectual and an artist in painting as well as in music. But better than all her versatile talents was her dear, true strong, loving heart.”

Aside from my obvious reaction of, “Haha, people would probably describe me the same way today, especially the funny stories and quaint sayings,” I noticed that this description was in stark contrast to the way Fanny’s granddaughter, Rosamond, talked about her. The image historians have of Fanny today being cold, bitter, vain, unable to love, etc., etc., are due, in large part, to Rosamond. It’s interesting how different people saw Fanny in such different ways. It’s basically the same with me today. Most people either view me as cold and vain or loving and intellectual. As Fanny went on with her life doing things her way, being stubborn and true to her own values, so do I today in my present lifetime. Any hurt feelings I experienced over being misunderstood were basically kept hidden in private in my lifetime as Fanny and I find that I operate in the same way today, unless I get pushed too far. A temper is something I’ve struggled to control since long before my name was Jessica or Fanny.

Another section of the article that struck me was this:

Then to the time Mr. Chamberlain was made president of Bowdoin College when she was still “the same little Fannie Adams,” and the students came to her with their joys and sorrows, wrong doings and love affairs. Whatever happened, she always took the part of the student, being almost a mother to them.

Not only was this an aspect of Fanny’s personality largely ignored by historians, being mother to people beyond her own children, but it is something that has carried over in me today. Additionally, I have repeatedly said for years that I feel like “mother to the boys” whether it’s the soldiers who fought under Lawrence or any other young people associated with him. I still mother people today and “take their part”, especially with my work as a past life reader. I usually end up being a counselor to people about everything from – you guessed it – joys and sorrows, wrongdoings and love affairs. This solidifies my belief that who we are at our core will not change. Our personalities and feelings may bend here and there with the winds of change but the core of the soul and its nature remains as steadfast and solid as a boulder. It’s been in my nature for a long time to care for people and be a support system for them.

Two songs were mentioned in the article about the funeral. One was Sun of My Soul and the other was The Land of the Leal. It seems that Sun of My Soul was one of Fanny’s favorite songs. Before I went to hunt for it on YouTube, I took a moment to consider my impression of the song, having not heard it in this life. I thought it might have been something along the lines of How Great Thou Art, which is the type of hymn I’m most attracted to, being melodic, lovely and sentimental. I expected I would have thoroughly adored melodic, lovely songs when I was Fanny too. I looked up Sun of My Soul and I found it to be exactly that. Here is a clip of a woman on YouTube playing the song.

As for The Land of the Leal, something told me that was Lawrence’s doing, although there’s no way for me to be sure. He chose songs that dealt with things on more of an epic scale in spirituality. His writings were so full of spirits and preserving memories that I expected a song of his choosing to be themed with love, preservation, the oneness of spirit, and so forth. This song is about someone who is dying but knows they’ll see their great love in the hereafter, the Leal. It’s a song that tries to achieve immortality through love, which, in my opinion, screams Lawrence even though he liked to joke that he didn’t enjoy silly sentimental songs. I found some Scottish band that sang the song on YouTube. The singer explains the song a bit before singing and there’s some funny talk about Shamu but just skip ahead to the song.

I’m not sure if anyone will find this blog interesting except me. That’s okay. I was having sensory overload today and I needed to collect my thoughts in a written format. I want to close with a quote from Fanny’s eulogy that hits very close to home.

Immortality is an experience like love, or marriage, or any other part of the life lived by reasonable beings. It is not a deduction, for arguments crumble to pieces and fall like a house of cars, but it is an experience, an achievement, an attainment. Some accomplish immortality in this world, and are already passed from death unto life, but others, perhaps most people, learn its meaning, and feel its power only in the world to come. They move on into brightness, while we watch the departing glow.

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>Dear Santa with a moral twist

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>I’m not feeling very keen on myself these days. It seems like I’m spending my days counting out pills, soaking in hot water and using heating pads to manage my pain issues, which leaves no desire or time for looking or even feeling like a human being. It’s not helping that my home health aid is on vacation, so I feel guilty for asking my family for extra daily help with things that other people take for granted. In short, I suppose you could say I have the holiday blues. I seem to be stuffing my face to cope with the holiday blues too, which is never something I did in the past, but an entire batch (two dozen) of cookies in my belly in three days says, “I’m unhappy and filling my void with sweets.”

So, to distract myself with happy thoughts, I’m writing a letter to Santa with my dream list of goodies. These are things I will probably never have (except Paris) but dreams are fun! Here we go….

A luxury trip to Paris is my dream. I’d love to stay in a big chateau so old that it would take months to learn all of the stories. I want to fatten up on rich French food, visit bakeries every day and eat pastries so fancy that they look like fine art. At night, I want to see the opera and ballet, and go to a formal ball of some kind. Then I want to tour the Louvre and explore Versailles like I have enough money and power to live in those places. I also want to visit the places where the French kings of my bloodline are buried.

When I come home from France, I want to buy a gorgeous old mansion in Maine or Massachusetts. Then I want to restore everything in it to the strictest historical standards within reason to later reopen it as a bed and breakfast. That way I can live on the property where I work and never have to drive anywhere. People will come from all over the world to experience an authentic vacation in historic New England. I could even give lectures about the mansion and the town to fulfill my desire to educate people about history. I will achieve financial security with this business venture too.

And then to reward all of my hard work on my fabulous New England bed and breakfast, I would want to get a pretty pink diamond.

A Knight.

A doctor that isn’t really a doctor.

A big meaty Spears.

…………… Wait a minute. Scratch that. Santa, I would trade all three of them in a heartbeat for another lifetime with my soldier.

Even when playing around with a dream Christmas list, material stuff doesn’t matter in the end. We’ve all been born and died numerous times but we never remember the stuff we accumulated during our lives. I’ve never done a reading for a person who thought, “Gee, I wish I still had my string of pearls,” or whatever the object was, unless it was something with emotional value from a loved one. Even then, wishing for the material thing never trumps wishing for contact with the loved one. I don’t remember many of my material possessions from previous lives but I remember my loved ones clearly. I remember the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. I remember his voice. So while ripping open presents on Christmas morning is fun, don’t let the material side of the holiday season cloud the real meaning of it. Love is what carries through time, not stuff.

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