The proof is in the pudding, as it’s often said.
The expression “The proof is in the pudding” is a shortened version of an idiom that dates to at least the 1600s. The longer version is “The proof of the pudding is in the eating,” meaning that the quality of something can only be determined by experiencing it. Just like pudding or porridge, we won’t know its quality until we actually eat it.
As a medium, I’ll often remind people that the word “evidential” should go without saying. This means that an actual medium, someone with a connection to the Spirit World, can provide evidence. This is vital for anyone interested in working with mediums: look for proof and evidence they’re legitimate - because so many are not.
For instance, I recently connected with a woman, and a man began communicating with her through me. One of the first tell-tale signs of who it was is his mention of the Beach Boys. Immediately, she knew who this was because she only had one man with a connection to the Beach Boys, and when he passed, she and his family blasted the Beach Boys all the way to his funeral.
The mention of the Beach Boys and all the other messages he brought forth was undeniable evidence that he carried on in Spirit and was watching over his loved ones. Out of all the bands or musicians I could have randomly brought up, the Beach Boys proved to her that my connection to Spirit was legitimate.
Recently, I hosted two events in southern New Hampshire, and with all my public events as of late, I have been gifted with a particular way to provide evidence. This work is challenging in that so many people believe psychic mediums are fraudsters or hucksters - and there are certainly some in the world who demonstrate that. This work demands that I constantly prove myself to believers, skeptics, and cynics alike. Evidence, authenticity, and integrity are so important to me, both as a human and as a psychic medium.
For the past year, I have noticed that the spirits of those attending the event will begin showing up days before. They show up and tell me what items to bring to these events because when a person hears the word "medium," the word "evidential" should go without saying, as I said. The spirits who help me find the evidence piece meaningful, plus - it’s fun to give out gifts! Spirit, as I’ve discovered, wants those in this world to know they’re there and that our worlds and hearts interact and overlap.
Still, the most challenging part of this process is earning trust and demonstrating that I am, as I’m often called, “the real deal.” Still, I have to show it. I can remember in any writing class I’ve taken how important it is to show the reader versus simply telling them. Anton Chekhov, a Russian novelist from the late 1800s, once famously said, “Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
So now, if you want to see evidence of Spirit carrying on and showing how they interact with our world, read on.
Let me show you the glint of light on broken glass.
Keene, NH - December 12th, 2024
Ranch Dressing & Hot Sauce
A few days before my event in Keene, I knew I had to get a bottle of ranch and a bottle of hot sauce. I knew the fellow attached to those items was a larger man who regretted spending too much of his life in front of a screen.
After my introduction, I told the audience how this process worked for me. I could describe the man, sure, and how the hot sauce and ranch dressing were important - but I had to show them. Once I explained what to expect, I reached into the bag beside me, describing this man and mentioning the ranch dressing and the hot sauce that were so important to him. Initially, I thought they were condiments he loved - but they weren't. They were condiments his loved ones loved.
They were gifts.
The man had regret of how he spent his days, and he wanted to share that regret with his loved ones in attendance, and with the world at large.
When I began describing the man, a woman in the back row raised her hand, telling me it was her daughter's uncle - her brother-in-law. He was a heavy man, died of liver failure, and spent too much time playing video games and not paying attention to his loved ones. Where he was, he regretted doing so and wanted to tell people - especially his family - not to eat poorly and not to spend too much time in front of a screen.
Messages we can all hear.
His niece (her daughter) "lives on ranch dressing," as she told me. That was his gift for her. His nephew, another loved one, lives on hot sauce. They were gifts she could pass on to show them how their uncle still carried on and loved them, every day.
The Baseball, Pizza Toppings, and Fuzzy Socks
Next, I introduced a man in Spirit with a baseball and the message that he was playing baseball with his Dad. The man would have had a strong connection to his father and baseball, which ended up being his calling card for his wife, sitting in the audience. Finally honing in on her, I brought the baseball out of my bag of goodies, handing it to her.
Then, he had me bring up the pizza toppings. A few events ago, I was to bring humor to a woman’s daughter with a pepperoni stick (nudge nudge wink wink), but this man had me get a bag of pepperoni - no inappropriate humor for his wife. He had me bring onions and pepperoni to talk about the pizzas they used to make, and I brought up a pizza stone he was showing me. She told me and the audience she felt like she was in a dream because she had found that pizza stone just that day!
As I was going through Walmart the day before, listening to Spirit and finding these gifts, I walked by an end cap, and as I did, he told me to grab a pair of socks for her because her feet were always cold. Indeed, her feet are always cold, and he used to tell her that all the time! This woman was showered with love and gifts - undeniable evidence - from her husband in spirit.
The Toy Truck
The final present for the evening was from a father. While walking through Walmart, I was trying to find a Lego set of a tractor-trailer or other large truck. I couldn't find it, so I had to settle on the one seen in the picture above - one with a bathtub trailing behind it and a rubber ducky. This father, who drove truck while alive, wanted to tell his daughter that he was with her son, his grandson.
She would know which son because this son also drives truck for a living. Her dad wanted her to not worry about her son, to know that her father was with her son at all times. She did worry about her son constantly and told me - and the audience - that her father died when her son was two years old, and she always wondered what her son's life would have been like if he'd known his grandfather.
After the event, I gathered the gift recipients together so they could show the world how their spirits reached out to them with messages of love and guidance. Each recipient walked away with undeniable evidence that their loved ones carry on. They walked away, knowing how important it is to care for themselves, and my heart couldn't be fuller.
Wilmot, NH - December 13th, 2024
The next day, on the evening of Friday the 13th, I hosted an event in Wilmot, NH. Like my Keene event, Spirit guided me in purchasing gifts for those in attendance. I’ll be the first to tell you - managing all these gifts and how they randomly pop into my head is a lot. The process also requires a lot of faith in Spirit and what I do.
Good thing I have oodles of faith.
The Wooden Ruler & Slim Jim
Do you know how hard it is to find a wooden ruler? That was my first item for someone in Wilmot, and along with that wooden ruler, I had to bring a Slim Jim for this man in Spirit as well.
After my introduction, I brought up the wooden ruler and told the crowd that it HAD to be a wooden ruler. The man was insistent, a teacher who was "proud of his kids," and as I heard that message, I took it to mean his students and his children. From one of the back rows, a woman raised her hand, letting me know her deceased husband was a special ed teacher, and she had dozens of his wooden rulers in her home. The Slim Jim was for his cousin, Jim, who lived with them and was a slim guy. During the event, I was trying to ask her about the "tree house" or the "swing" in her backyard - they had a playground of sorts that I couldn't quite make sense of. When he was alive, they had a ZIP LINE in their backyard, and that's why I saw both a tree house and a swing - a combination of both.
His stepdaughter was there with her mother. The stepdaughter considered him her father and the messages of love indicated such. He brought forth a heavy message, letting his stepdaughter know her mother (of course) would eventually pass, but until then, to cherish the time they had together. There was another message for his stepdaughter about how it would feel like she was parenting her mother, and she indicated it was very much like that already. The love from this man was undeniable, as was his guidance to make the most of life while we still had it.
Yarn & Marshmallows
A grandmother was also with me a few days before this event, and she knew her granddaughter, a crocheter, would be there. I had to buy yarn because she wanted her granddaughter to create one of those cat animals people make out of yarn. Of course, many of us had grandmothers who crocheted and knit, so I asked her to get me another item indicating it was actually her, so I had to get a bag of marshmallows.
When I found the crocheting granddaughter, I found that her gram actually did cross-stitch and needlepoint, but her mom crocheted just like she did. Gram didn't love how her granddaughter took life way too seriously, and when I pulled the marshmallows out of the bag, she barked with laughter. Her mom and grandmother were notorious for making this - as she put it - awful dessert with marshmallows, which had developed into the family joke.
She wanted her granddaughter to find joy in life again.
Andes Mints & the Patriot Stocking
A father in Spirit would also be in Wilmot, a man who had a connection to Andes Mints and a Christmas tradition involving stockings. When I went to buy the Andes Mints, I knew I had to get three boxes specifically. Then, when I went to buy the stocking, a single New England Patriots stocking was hanging from a hook, and I knew it was for him - and his family.
The father who came through with the Andes Mints wanted to talk to his wife, two daughters, and granddaughter who was there. They dropped all holiday traditions when he died, especially the tradition of him gifting his wife Andes Mints in a stocking every year. He was also a Patriots fan, and he just wanted to encourage them all to live their best lives, be kind to themselves, and carry on with those traditions they had while he was alive. He was with them and wanted them only to work through their pain as best they could.
Anyway, it would only be a matter of time before they were reunited with him in Spirit. Life is short, and Spirit knows this. This is why they encourage us to live as fully and richly as possible, while we have the gift of life.
The Pineapple Princess
The last items were perhaps the strangest. After my Keene event, I was hungry and went to a local Hannaford's. Walking through the store, I saw a big box of discounted kid's books, and on top was a book called "The Pineapple Princess." When I looked at that book, a brother was in my head - one who lived in the 80s and was gross. He filled my head with boogers, farts, armpit odor - everything a brother who wanted to gross out his "princess" sister would.
I ended up calling him "Booger Boy," and it fit very well. When I was in Hannaford's, after picking up "The Pineapple Princess," I saw a book I grew up with - "The Monster at the End of this Book." I thought I was buying it for myself, but as I got closer to the event, I received the nudge to bring it - it would be for someone with the sister. I came to find out both his sisters were there, and after finding out who the "Princess" was, she told me that when they were kids, he was notorious for wiping his boogers all over his blanket. I know it was gross, but it was precisely what would show them he was there. Then, their father came through, a man in the Navy who didn't tell them he loved them while he was alive and was sorry that he didn't do so. He then took the opportunity to tell them how much he loved and was proud of them.
Each message came from love. Each gift came with a reminder that love is everlasting and how important it is to take care of ourselves and enjoy life while we have it. When we take care of ourselves, we’re caring for the people our loved ones in Spirit love - including yourself. As I often say, we’re on “vacation” while alive, in a temporary place we’re supposed to enjoy ourselves. When we die, we go home, and while we’re home, we observe and watch those on “vacation.” We should live with as much love, laughter, and joy as possible - that’s the point of vacation, right?
We should remember that caring for ourselves is also caring for our loved ones. When I take care of myself, I take care of my grandmother’s grandson. The nature of love dictates that my suffering is hers, and hers is mine. While she’s in Spirit, taking care of myself is also taking care of my parents’ son - thereby taking care of my parents, who I’m still blessed to have in life. My suffering is the suffering of my parents, and vice versa. This is why I do everything I can to reduce my suffering - I’m actually caring for those I love by doing so.
With that said, let me give you a tease of what's coming up this weekend: more examples of evidential love in the form of actual Christmas gifts.
This Saturday night, December 21st, I will do the same thing after the Mistletoe Market in Littleton, NH. My event, “An Evening of Holiday Spirit,” begins at 6 pm at the Littleton Opera House, and I'll bring gifts for those in attendance.
This time, I'm going to wrap them, and this time, the people who will be receiving gifts will actually unwrap them. Gifts from the Other Side - come on now! How incredible!
I can't wait. If you're in the area and need some holiday spirit, please consider joining me!
Spirit and I will do everything we can to lift your spirits.