Connecting with John Edward...A wonderful revelation...
I attended a John Edward psychic event in Rochester last night and, once again, found myself amazed—not only by his ability, but by his sincerity, honesty, and the way he approaches his work.
John has often described himself as a "psychic dog." He says he fetches bits and pieces of information from the Other Side and faithfully brings them back to the person who needs them. He doesn't let go of the trail until he feels the connection is complete. Watching him work is both fascinating and entertaining. His sense of humor keeps the evening light, even while deeply meaningful moments unfold.
Before the event began, I silently asked my mom and dad to step forward if they wished. Then another thought came just as clearly: There are people here tonight who probably need to hear from their loved ones even more than I do. If that's what needs to happen, I'm okay with that.
As John began what he said would be his final round of readings, he suddenly asked, "Who is Marcie? I'm hearing Marcie... Marcie."
A woman sitting a couple of rows in front of me responded. He began speaking about a woman with a high A1C and then mentioned her mother, whose name sounded something like Anna. My ears immediately perked up because those details echoed my own mother and grandmother.
Then John abruptly shifted.
"Who passed very quickly?" he asked. "An aneurysm... a heart attack... someone in his forties or fifties."
My heart jumped. "That's my dad," I called out. Then John added, "A name like John."
Now I knew. "THAT'S MY DAD!"
A microphone was handed to me, and John confirmed several details about my father's sudden passing at a relatively young age. Then, just as naturally as the thread had come to me, it continued on to another guest in the audience, where it unfolded into a message they deeply needed.
And that's when something beautiful struck me.
My mom and dad had simply stopped by to say, "Hello."
Then they stepped aside.
They had acknowledged my request and, at the same time, honored my earlier intention that someone else receive the comfort they truly needed that evening.
Even as the reading continued with the other guest, more details surfaced that reminded me of my own family. John spoke about seeing an older family member whose photograph looked remarkably like a younger member of the family.
Immediately I thought of one of my mom's photos. My parents are sitting in the car on their wedding day, looking out the window just before driving away. Every time I see that picture, I'm struck by how much my father looks like my son sitting in a car with his prom date decades later.
Amaze. Amaze. Amaze.
But the evening reminded me of something even larger than excellent mediumship.
John often follows one thread of evidence from person to person because the similarities help him discover where the information belongs. What fascinated me wasn't simply that he uses those similarities—it was realizing how many similarities already exist among us.
Our lives overlap in remarkable ways.
We experience love, loss, illness, hope, unexpected change, family traditions, funny stories, photographs that carry generations, and moments that shape who we become. While the names and faces differ, the human experience is surprisingly familiar.
Perhaps that's one of the greatest lessons we can learn.
