"I'm internationally acclaimed. Does that count?"

“I’m internationally acclaimed. Does that count?”

Labor Day, 2009, I was at a small gathering sitting at a picnic table when a woman sat down in front of me. We introduced ourselves, and she asked what I do for a living.

“I’m a psychic medium,” I told her. Her expression was blank, so I asked her, “Do you know what that is?”

She nodded. “Are you famous?” she asked me.

“Well, I’m internationally acclaimed,” I said. “Does that count?”

She shrugged her shoulders, got up from the table and walked away.

That night, as I lay in bed, I wondered, “Why aren’t I more well known?”

In all honesty, fame wasn’t something I cared about. In fact, I was perfectly comfortable flying under the radar. I had built a good reputation for myself as a medium, and most of the people who came to me for readings were referred to me. I had done readings for people from Asia, Europe, the British Isles, Canada, Australia, and of course, the United States.

Still, her question, “Are you famous?” kept going through my mind. “If I do decide to come out from ‘behind the curtain,'” I said to myself, “I’d do it by writing a book.”

Fast forward to March, 2010. I was contacted by a woman named Denise who told me she had heard good things about me from a friend of hers. She wanted to hire me to do a reading. As usual, she didn’t tell me who she wanted to hear from, and I didn’t want to know.

The soul who came through for her and her family the night of the reading was Denise’s daughter Jasmine, who had taken her own life, Christmas Day, 2009.

Three weeks after Denise’s reading I was awakened from a sound sleep. “What the …?” I thought as I looked around my bedroom. “Oh, hi Jasmine,” I said silently so as not to wake up Cheryl, my girlfriend at the time.

“You have to write a book,” Jasmine told me.

“Jasmine … honey … it’s …,” I looked at the clock next to me, “3:30 in the morning. Can this wait until I wake up around 7?”

“No, you have to write a book for my mom, and everyone who is grieving,” Jasmine insisted.

“Jasmine, I promise I’ll get started on it after I wake up ….”

“You’ve been thinking about writing a book for years ….” It’s true, I had talked about writing a book for years. I just didn’t want to write a book about mediumship. I had received my certification in Spiritual Direction in 1999 from the Mercy Center in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I thought I’d write a book about spirituality, which I defined as “bringing spirit into reality.”

“I don’t know what I’d write,” I protested.

“This is what your book can look like,” Jasmine responded. I saw a vision of Elizabeth Kubler Ross’s book, a series of essays entitled “Life After Death.”

“I can do this,” I thought as I got out of bed.

For the next two weeks Jasmine was my constant companion, encouraging me as I wrote my book, suggesting chapter subjects, and how to arrange my book.

“Okay, Jasmine, this was your idea, now I need you to help me find a publisher.”

I submitted my manuscript to 5 traditional publishers. One of them I never did not hear back from. I received two rejection notices, and two expressed an interest in publishing my book. I chose to go with 4th Dimension Press, an imprint of the Association for Research and Enlightenment. *

So that’s the official story of how my book about my journey as a reluctant medium and the lessons I learned along the way, came about.

Today, I am both humbled, and pleased, by the response I’ve received from people around the world who have read my book, telling me that my book has eased their grief. Some have written that my book has changed their lives, even taking away their fear of death.

I cannot tell you how much that means to me, but I haven’t lost sight of the fact that I’m only the messenger and that if it weren’t for God, and Jasmine Mariz, this book would never have been written.


If you liked this, you’ll love my book,

“Communications from the Other Side: Death is Not the End of Life, Love, or Relationships.”

I found this book to be a great resource for understanding how a medium does what they do. Anthony gives the reader a step by step account of how he learned of his gift, tried to ignore it and finally how he came to accept it. The writing is honest, comprehensive and comical.

I recommend this book to anyone who is interested in mediums, curious about what happens when we die or would like to simply read about one person’s journey of self-discovery. You will be greater for the experience.

Marc B