At the age of thirty seven, the last thing I ever thought of was becoming a psychic medium, someone with the ability to communicate with the dead. The thought never crossed my mind. I was working as a counsellor at a women’s shelter for abused women and children, called “Crossroads.” I loved my job because I felt like I was making a real difference for people.
One morning coming home from working a midnight shift, my life changed forever. My car hit black ice and I lost total control. My car spun in circles, one way and then the other. It just kept spinning. I knew I was only moments away from a potentially serious car accident.
I said a prayer asking God to help me. I said, “God if I am going to die, please don’t let it be too painful.” Instantly after saying that prayer my car filled up with white light to the point I could no longer see out my windows, or even see my rear-view mirror. All at once I heard a voice say, “Stop steering.” Without thinking why I would hear such a voice I said, “But I’ve got to get the car off the road, somebody is going to hit me.” I tried to steer the car again, but realized I could no longer see the road, only the white light that surrounded me. I felt like I was sitting in a cloud. Again and louder the voice said, “Stop steering.” This time I listened and took my hands completely off the steering wheel and my foot off the gas.
My car took itself out of the spin and backed itself, straight across the road into a shallow ditch. Both myself and my car came out without a scratch. In a few minutes, a family in a van came by and saw my car sitting in the ditch and gave me a ride. My boyfriend came later and picked up the car. He couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a mark on it. I went home and thanked my lucky stars. I really felt like I had experienced a miracle, but my miracle was just beginning.
Within about three nights after my accident, I started to see people standing beside my bed at night. I did not think of them as dead people, only as my imagination acting up on me for some unknown reason. The reason I thought the people I was seeing, standing beside my bed were just in my imagination was that they were all from different time periods, some as far as the eighth, or tenth century. I would lay there looking at them, while they stood looking at me, not saying a word. I would lay there and ask myself what I had been watching on television that night. I thought, well just comedies, like Friends and Frasier. I hadn’t watched any historical documentaries.
One night I was by myself in the house and finally had to admit to myself I was being visited by the dead. My boyfriend was working midnights at the factory he worked in and my twin daughters who were ten years old at the time were on a sleepover at their friends house. I was laying in bed thinking about what I had to do the next day, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. All at once I heard what sounded like a really old man’s gravely sounding voice loudly say, “I beg your pardon.”
I thought, “Oh no, there’s an old man in my bed. How did he get in here? I didn’t hear him come in. He must have broken into the house. What am I going to do?” I finally got my nerve up to open my eyes and there was nobody there and then it hit me, that must have been a dead person. At that point I realized that all those people that I have been seeing standing beside my bed at night were also dead people. I thought, “Oh my God.” I threw off my blankets and ran downstairs.
I went into the kitchen and plugged in the tea kettle and turned around, looking at the walls, waiting for the dead people to start walking through the walls and attack me. I don’t know why I would think such a thing, but I had never experienced anything like this. All at once I heard a voice, which I now know was my spirit guide say, “Look Lynda, you can choose to be afraid of this, or you can develop a sense of humor.” Those words felt like a ray of hope and I thought, “I can do that.” So there I stood in my kitchen, all alone in the house and I said out loud, “Look, I don’t know what all you dead people do for sleep, but I’ve got to get some, now leave me alone, I am going to bed.” I went upstairs, flicking lights on throughout the house as I went.
My boyfriend came home in the morning and said, “Why is every light on in the house?” I didn’t think I could tell him I was seeing and hearing spirits. After that, the spirits left me alone for a few days, but soon they came back and when they did, I could hear them as well and the visits became almost nightly.
I was getting pretty nervous by this point and was still not admitting to myself that I was a medium of any sort. I didn’t tell anyone what was going on and I kept the nightly visits to myself. I went to work at the shelter one night and a fellow staff member told me she had attended a Reiki workshop and it really taught her how to relax. I thought, “I need that. Maybe that’s why I am seeing and hearing all those people. I am stressed out and don’t even know how stressed out I am.”
I got the name of the Reiki teacher, a Reiki Master from Lakefield, Ontario from my coworker and attended the class. I won’t tell the story at this time, but what it amounted to was that I channeled in a native spirit guide, in front of fourteen people who had never met me and not one person doubted that it was a male, native man speaking to them.
I left the two day workshop in a state of shock. My teacher’s only response to me was that, “He is perfect for you because nobody will ever think that’s you.” I don’t even know how I made it home that day. I told a few people at a natural healing center that I worked part time at and they said, “You’re going to have to figure out what to charge people.” I thought, “Charge for what?” I was dumbfounded because I still couldn’t seem to think of myself as being psychic in any way and certainly not a medium.
A couple of days later though, I had to admit to myself for the first time, I had real psychic ability when a woman who I did not know, called me to have a reading. The woman who called said to me, I want to book a reading. For some reason, unknown to me, I agreed to do a reading for her. She said, “How much do you charge?” I named the first amount that came to my mind and said, forty-five dollars. She said, ok and hung up the phone. I thought to myself, “Why did you do that? You don’t know how to do a psychic reading. You are not psychic? What did you do that for?”
I thought, what am I going to do? I got the thought, which I am sure was from my spirit guide, telling me to go upstairs and run a hot bath and just relax. I soaked in the tub and repeated the woman’s name, over and over again in my mind, asking myself why she was coming to see me. In a few moments, it was like a tape going off in my mind. I heard a voice say, “She has a sister out West who has schizophrenia. Her and her husband are having troubles in their marriage and she is thinking of leaving him and she is looking for a job.”
I literally gave my head a shake and asked myself how would I know all that. I’ve never even met the woman. A couple of hours later she arrived at my home, fully expecting a psychic reading from me. I felt I had to tell her something so I hesitantly began by asking her if she had a sister who lived out West. She said, “Yes she does.” I thought ok, I might as well ask her and hope she isn’t offended. I said, “Does she happen to have schizophrenia?” She said, “Yes she does.” I was amazed. How could I have possibly known this?
Next I asked her if she was having trouble in her marriage. She said, “Yes I am and I am thinking of leaving my husband and I am looking for a job.” This was what the voice, which I know now was a guide, had told me. She proceeded to ask me what job I could see her getting. I thought, oh no, how would I know that? I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate better and I asked my guide what job he could see her getting. He showed me paperwork and a calculator and he said, “I see her working with money.” I opened my eyes and told her so and she said, “No, I would never want to work with money. I have no interest in that.” Two weeks later she phoned me to tell me she got a job working as a financial planner. I was amazed.
Getting back to our session and just when I thought we were finished she said, “My mother passed away, can you connect with her for me?” I thought, “oh no, how do you do that?” I had seen quite a number of dead people standing beside my bed at night and I had channeled a native spirit guide, but I had never tried to reach out and communicate with a deceased person. I closed my eyes and said to my guide, “I know heaven must be a big place, but can you find her mother for me?” In moments I started hearing thoughts, which I passed along to her and she said, “Yes that’s my mom.” I even called her by a nickname that only her and her mother knew.
I finally had to admit to myself, I had become a psychic medium and I could communicate with the dead. After that more and more people came to see for readings and over the years my abilities have become very strong. Eventually I had a second near-death experience where I went up through a tunnel. As a result I became a full-fledged, physical medium, with the ability to physically feel the touch of spirits and channel multiple languages, which has been verified by paranormal researcher Stephan Schwartz and others.
I once read that life happens while you are busy making other plans. For me, that is exactly what happened and I am truly blessed. Not only did I survive my near-death experiences I have developed a wonderful connection to the afterlife, which I will treasure always.
Lynda Flagler, BA
Psychic Medium