It was October of 2008 and I was sitting in my office when I received a phone call from my friend, Jennifer. She had an argument with her boyfriend, Matt, and he sent her a text that said, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.” Shortly thereafter, he hung himself. A thousand emotions went through me at once. All I could say to her was, “It’s not your fault…It’s not your fault…It’s not your fault.” It brought her little consolation, though, as she was still recovering from the shock of never seeing her boyfriend again.
Matt was a sweet, sensitive and kind gentleman whose wine glass was still in my dishwasher. I couldn’t believe it. Why did he do it? It couldn’t have been over a simple argument. Is he going to end up in purgatory because he took his own life? How is Jennifer supposed to live with this guilt for the rest of her life? I needed answers. I had to find out, so I called my sister-in-law, a professional Intuitive, and asked what I could do to help. She told me to send him peace, love, and forgiveness and try to support Jennifer as much as possible. She also assured me that he wasn’t going to purgatory, but would have lessons he would have to learn on the other side. I did what she said, went home, and went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up, went to the office, and was sitting at my desk when my business partner walked in. I hear a voice in my head ask, “Who’s she?” What do you mean who’s she? That’s Meagan. My business partner. “Wow! She’s hot!” the voice replied. Okay, that’s not normal. I know who Meagan is and I certainly don’t make a habit of checking her out. I couldn’t call my sister-in-law fast enough. “Uh…Erin? Ya know all this paranormal business? Is it like a voice in your head that you know isn’t yours?” She told me to open up a Word document and just start typing. Stream of consciousness. Type whatever comes to mind. So I did:
“My stomach is growling. I think I’ll go to Rinaldi’s for lunch today. Probably a tuna sandwich and an iced tea or something. Hmm…maybe I’ll get turkey instead. Christine, it’s Matt. Listen, I need to talk to Jennifer. I didn’t mean to do it. I need to talk to her right away. I need you to help me. You’re the only one who can hear me.”
I re-read what I typed.
I immediately fell to the floor and started hyperventilating. How can this be? How is this even possible? Am I talking to a dead guy or am I going insane? Maybe I’m losing it. Maybe I’m going crazy. I have been working pretty hard on these election mailers lately….
I didn’t know how or why I could hear him. I just could. What do I do now? Who would believe me? Who would even take me seriously? The answer? Jennifer. Because of the validating information I channeled, she believed me – along with my best friend who eventually decided to consult the local priest. I hate when that happens.
Luckily, Matt was able to come back, explain what happened, and clear the air. (As much as the air can be cleared in a sensitive situation such as this.) He eventually walked into the light and every time he shows himself to me now, he is floating on a raft in a swimming pool with a beer. That is his way of letting me know that he’s doing just fine. Thank you, Matt, for being my first channeled spirit and paving the way for me to help so many others just like you. I send you peace, love, and forgiveness. Always.
Little did I realize that this experience would be the spark that ignited the fire inside me. My burning passion to give a voice to the Other Side. And so my six year journey began…