I saw a very accurate medium about 10 days after my bestie died last month. Hey, you either believe they’re in touch or you don’t. I happen to believe, based on many, many experiences with good ones.

That’s not to say there aren’t imposters. Mediums can be fakes. Or not so connected. Or they can be right on the money most of the time. Having been to scores of them over the past 25 years, including most of the big names, I’m a pretty good judge of mediums. This one’s excellent. Maybe the best I’ve been to.

And my session did not disappoint.

After a very, very long opening prayer, notably long, in fact, the medium immediately said

“I hear a woman’s voice. And she said ‘that was certainly a long prayer.’

I knew immediately it was Bestie. Without a doubt. That’s exactly what she would’ve said!

She then said “But you had to cover all the bases.”

I burst out laughing because it was just so…HER! It was exciting to have her with me and I decided to treat the interaction like a conversation, as if we were sitting together having a chat. Which worked out perfectly.

Bestie was always diligent, and although she’s on the other side, she’s still working away–only now, at her assignment in the afterlife.

“She says she’s not someone who ‘nuts’ around,” said the medium.”Well, she didn’t say “nutting around,” the medium admitted. “She used the other word.” (Yes, the F word. Of course she did.)

She paused. “And she is funny as all get out–has such a dry sense of humor!”

She does!

Busy on the other side

“She’s only been dead a week?!” The medium was astonished that Bestie was newly arrived in the afterlife, because she was so communicative about her work there.

“So how am I doing?” Bestie asked the medium. Again, something she’d ask, in a light-hearted way.

“I’d say she’s doing pretty well, considering most people do not learn how to come back and talk to us that fast!” the medium responded.

I asked her many, many questions about what it was like over there, because I knew Bestie would tell it like it is.

“It’s everything and more,” she responded. “Over here, if you can imagine it, you can essentially create it or experience it! It’s so liberating when you no longer have this (and she pulled at the skin on her arms in a very typical gesture for her) to confine and define you.”

She went on, in a tone of amazement: “You can be everywhere at once. You can be experiencing all things at once. AND you have the brains to be able to be able to understand!” (that last comment? very Bestie)

“Well, aren’t you evolved,” I laughed back, then asked about her work over there.

“You know, ” she responded, “I’m still working through things. You have to look at your whole life– every minute of it! ”

So much laughter

Again, I laughed. “How is that for you?” Because of course, I knew some of what she’d be working through. Also, in life, she wasn’t particularly woo-facing, but she was definitely interested in hearing about what I thought would lie ahead.

“It’s a lot,” she says. “First of all, I didn’t always see myself the way other people did….it’s quite enlightening. I think enlightenment, by definition, should mean discovering who you really are or were, as opposed to who you thought you are or were.”

I asked what she meant.

“Because you experience yourself from everyone else’s experience of yourself. It’s like I’m sitting inside you looking at myself and hearing my voice and seeing the expression on my face and feeling what you felt in response to me, or what I was saying or thinking or doing. You know, there were more than a few things I wasn’t particularly proud of.”

I told her “That life review is my big fear about crossing over, so I hear you!”

‘Yes,” she said, “but the thing is, if you have the courage to have the experience, you keep moving forward and you keep shedding those things. See, because it’s not nearly so much about  forgiveness. It’s about understanding and acceptance, Loving yourself the way that you would love others.  I’m still working on that.”

That’s very like my bestie–she never had enough self love, so this rings very true.

She also talked a bit about how eventually she would be able to merge with Universal consciousness and then said she learnedthat she would be able to move back and forth at will. She said a lot I’ll explore with her in another session later this year.

The reading itself was rich in specificity and detail quite typical of Bestie and our friendship, as well as her life here, especially in her last weeks. I’ll just give you a highlight, but there were many that resonated with her life as I knew it.

The medium described several “small, fluffy white/silver dogs” with Bestie. They were at minimum, my dogs Riley and Benji (both of whom she knew) and then the medium asked “There’s one with the tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.” (Of course, Benji, see him and his famous tongue, here.)

And so much more. Including messages for and about many of the people we had in common.

And then….

Many years ago at a John Edward reading I attended he suggested that we set up signs with our loved ones. The first person to cross would send the sign to the other. You can do it after a loved one’s death, too, simply by asking them.

Bestie liked that idea and chose the sign. It was the name of an old English poem, now pretty much obscure, one that neither of us were likely to run across in daily life or even popular literature. “Beowolf.”

It took me years to get all three of the signs I asked my mother for. I figured I’d get Bestie’s sign later in the year or even in years to come.

But, Bestie is clearly serious about the work!

Earlier this week I sat down on the plane returning from my visit to the nephews in Washington D.C., switched on my Kindle to get back to Graydon Carter’s memoir, and within a few paragraphs, got my sign– here it is, as it appeared to me:

Beowolf!

Bestie truly was NOT nutting around!

While I do miss her physical presence, I do not entirely miss her because she is with me every single day. I am aware of her presence and in fact, I told her in our session that she could hang around me as much as she liked.

She’s here with me every day. I hear her voice in my head talking to me, laughing with me. Sometimes I forget she’s not here to go do things with!

It’s eased my grief tremendously.

If you haven’t set up a sign with your loved ones, why not do that now? Make it obscure–not just pennies or dimes or feather. Make it something you aren’t likely to see (or hear) randomly.

And finally, don’t discount mediums as all fakes. Some definitely are. But others I believe are in touch with those on the other side.

Your thoughts?