I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

This is the first post I’ve written in a long time, and I want to make a confession. The reason for that is that I didn’t want to be a medium any longer. Too many broken promises made me think that I was wrong about thinking that I was supposed to be doing the work.


I lost my passion for the work. I lost my desire. I lost my drive.  I was burned out. So, I quit.


Then, a few months ago, the Eternal Light of Love, and the souls asked me to write a book about suicide from the point of view of those in the hereafter, particularly those who crossed themselves over this way. More times than I can remember, I thought, “I was asked to do this because no one else was boneheaded enough to agree.”


Many times I thought about throwing in the towel, and giving back the advance to my publisher, 4th Dimension Press. As I listened to the stories of those who lost loved ones to suicide, I hurt with them. I reassured them that even though they may have heard otherwise, their loved ones are okay.



As I was writing, I’d take a break to watch my favorite show currently on television, America’s Got Talent. There was an act on it called Musicality. From the south side of Chicago, they face things on a daily basis, I can’t imagine, but they didn’t give up. A young man talked about how, after they won their audition, his sister was murdered and found behind a dumpster. I wanted to hug him, and tell him, “Your sister is still alive and with you.”


I realized I found my reason for doing the work again.


I want you to know that those who have crossed over are still alive. They are still with you. You will see them again,


I finished, and submitted, my manuscript yesterday.


I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.