True Medium Stories

Unexpected Guardian Angels

As an experienced medium and clairvoyant, I—Barbara—often find myself spontaneously visited by the departed in my free time. These souls, driven by unconditional love, bring messages for a friend or family member.

I see these spirits as guides and guardian angels. Love doesn't end with death—that's something I can say with absolute certainty. We may leave our bodies, but our souls live on forever, carrying our love for those dearest to us.

These unexpected visits from guardian angels stay with me, reminding me why I help people — connecting with a medium can change a life at the most unexpected moments.

Readings in the Backseat

One Friday evening, I was sitting alone on the backseat with two cheerful friends, heading to Amsterdam for a night of dancing. I gazed at the enchanting Christmas lights in the trees across the bustling city center.

Suddenly, I felt a presence to my right in the backseat. I turned and, to my surprise, saw an African-American man sitting beside me. He smiled kindly and said, "Tonight, you'll meet my eldest son—he looks just like me. He's celebrating his bachelor party and can't decide between a red or a blue sweater right now.

Please tell him I'll be there on his wedding day. He's found a wonderful woman, and they'll have two children together. I'm proud of my son, and he'll be a great father to his kids." And with a poof… the father vanished.

I immediately interrupted my friends' conversation, excitedly sharing what happened. They know me well and are used to my occasional spontaneous visits from spirits.

We had a mission—find an African American man in a red or blue sweater. That evening, we watched the disco entrance more than anything else. As it grew later, our feet began to protest. We kept saying to each other, "Let's wait fifteen more minutes, then we're going home." We were tired, and our patience was wearing thin.

The son finally walked in just before closing time—wearing a red sweater. "Finally!" we sighed to each other. I approached him immediately and said, "Hey, we've been waiting for you all night!" As if he should have known.

He looked at me puzzled, and I explained I was a medium who sometimes receives spontaneous messages from the departed. I told him his father had sat beside me in the car and repeated the message his father had shared.

The first thing he asked was how I knew he'd been debating between the blue and red sweaters. He returned to his closet at the last minute and swapped the blue for the red.

It was as if the rest of his father's words hadn't fully sunk in yet. So, I repeated what his father had said—that he'd be present at his wedding and the other details. The son lowered his head. After a few seconds, he looked up at me with tears.

He said he'd asked his late father multiple times if he could be there for his wedding and had hoped—should his wish to become a father come true—that he'd be as good a dad as his late father had been.

He hadn't realized his words had truly been heard by his dad. I didn't know what to say and gently rubbed his upper arm. My friends joined us, congratulating him on his upcoming marriage. We were ready to head home, and the son said, emotionally, "Thank you."

On the way back, the three of us were silent. When we said goodbye, our hugs lasted longer than usual. Moments like these show mediums building bridges between worlds, often without planning.

Messages from the Afterlife

We were five women crammed into a small car with full beach bags, driving to a Greek beach on a scorching hot day. I'd known three of the women for years, but the fourth—a friend of one of them—had spontaneously joined us on vacation. Her father had recently passed away, and she wanted a break.

I was seated on the left in the back, with the unfamiliar woman to my right. Along the way, I began receiving information for her. It was about her partner and included a detailed description of him, even mentioning the age at which she'd become a mother.

She said she was in a relationship but couldn't recognize the man I described. I suggested, "Maybe this man is yet to enter your life?" After this exchange of information, the deceased grandmother of one of the other women joined us in the car, sharing a message for her granddaughter in the front seat.

A few days later, we were sitting in the middle of a village square during a lively festival. Long tables were beautifully set, and delicious Greek food kept coming. A Greek band played, their music pouring from speakers scattered across the square.

We couldn't understand a word of the Greek songs, but sometimes words aren't needed to grasp the meaning and essence of what's being sung. It was incredibly joyful, and the atmosphere was warm.

People danced, and everyone was cheerful. The food was terrific, plate after plate arriving. We had to shout into each other's ears to hold a conversation. As the sun set, some people enthusiastically smashed plates on the ground. How Greek can you get?