Even though I am a medium, I love to see a medium live on stage and I love to take my friends. I appreciate how we all get our information from spirits differently. One of my favorite mediums is Cindy Caza. I have seen her in Irvine 3 times. Back in May, I planned a girl’s night out to go see Cindy with about 20 ladies and a lot of them got amazing messages. Two of my dear girlfriends could not make it that night, so when Cindy came back to town a few weeks ago, the three of us decided last minute to go.
But, my adventure started before I met the ladies. I wasn’t meeting M and R until 6:30, so I went to dinner with my husband. We met at Cedar Creek in San Juan Capistrano. We love that restaurant, and they have a great happy hour. We sat in the bar area and it was crowded. Then I could feel it … the static electricity feeling up my right side. When I am in public and this happens, I start looking all over the place. It’s like all of a sudden I have a very keen sense of my surroundings. My husband can tell instantly when I have a visitor. He always asks, “Does the person belong to someone here?” This time I got the feeling they did not. I could tell that the spirit was a short man with brown hair, but I could not tell his age. He actually reminded me of a friend of my husbands. So I asked him when was the last time he talked to “F,” and he said he just got off the phone with him. That was a relief.
So, I left to meet M and R, with the unknown short man with brown hair. We met near the Irvine Spectrum, then got into my car. When we got to the Spectrum, we had some time before the show, so we went to Cucina Enoteca for a drink and snacks. This spirit was still with me. I couldn’t tell if I was anxious because I always get anxious going to see a medium, or because I can sense all the energy in the room and sometimes it is uncomfortable. Or, was I anxious because of this man’s spirit that was with me? Also, I forgot my quartz crystal, that usually keeps me calm and focused in that kind of situation.
When we got to the Improv for the show, I had to focus and detach myself from the environment. Just get myself to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. The show was amazing. Cindy is amazing. It seems every time I see her, she gets better, or maybe the spirits are more communicative. Neither of my friends got a message, but they enjoyed watching Cindy do her thing.
On our way back to drop my friends off at their car, I could still sense the spirit of the short man. My friends were discussing what personal items they brought with them to the show, hoping to get a message from their loved ones. Then all of a sudden, I had the worst pain on the right side of my head. It went from behind my eye to my ear. So I asked the ladies if either of the people they were wanting a message from died of a brain tumor? M said yes. I then told her not to tell me anything else until we parked, because I’ve had a spirit with me all night and now I know he belongs to her.
I could not park my car fast enough. This man’s spirit was eager and active. I asked M to give me the picture of who she wanted to hear from, but to give it to me upside down. First, she handed me a paper copy of a picture and I said “No, I need an original picture.” She handed me the other picture, which I held between my hands. Now the energy was just pouring out of my hands and I could see this man perfectly. He told me that he was M’s father. I told M. Then I felt really sick. I felt like my esophagus to my stomach was rotten and it was making me gag. Also, I was still having the horrible pain on the right side of my head. The taste in my mouth and the sour feeling in my stomach was horrible. M then explained that because of her father’s brain tumor (glioblastoma), it caused him to have throat and stomach problems (Giardiasis).
Now I could see M’s father standing in front of my car. I asked him why he was out there and not in the car with us and he was so funny, he said, “There is no room for me in there.” He has what sounded like a thick New Jersey accent, and he was talking with his hands and arms. Very animated. I asked M if he is from New Jersey and she said he was. Then I described him to her: He is short, with brown hair that is balding down the middle. He is wearing slacks, loafers, a button-up shirt, and a tan cardigan. He wants me to picture him younger than what he was in the picture I am holding upside down. I asked M how tall he was, because he looks like maybe 5’6″. She said he was 5’5″.
He is a character. Larger than life. Out spoken and out going. He keeps telling me that he is really smart. Not just smart, but really smart. I tell M this and she said he was a doctor. Which I already knew, so that is why he kept making sure I knew how smart he was. Then he said to me that he needed to talk about his death. I asked M if she was ok with that and she said she needed some answers. Then he was about to tell me his name when M tells me it at the same time. I will call him C.
C then has me standing in his hospital room before he died. I am standing at the end of his bed looking at him, but he won’t let me see his face. Then he puts me in his spot, laying in the bed looking up at his family surrounding the bed. I can see M to my right, then her sister, then her brother, then on the left side of the bed, I can see her other sister, and then her mom is holding my left hand. (I am assuming these are M’s siblings.) I feel like I have been waiting for one of my children to get there, and now everyone is there and around my bed. He kept repeating that his wife was holding his left hand. I told M all of this and she said that is exactly what happened, and it was all her siblings, and her one sister finally got there to be with their father before he passed.
C then has me look past his family that are around his bed and I can see three people standing there. They are spirits. His says that they are his father, mother, and his brother, and they were waiting for him to take him to heaven. Then in a snap, he shows me that he is alone in his room and his soul gets up off the bed and goes with his parents and his brother. I tell M all this and she said that her family was not in the room when he passed. Her father then said to me, “I couldn’t go with you all watching me, I had to do it my way.” I told M and she said that sounds just like him.
C had one last message for M. He told me to tell M that the sister that takes after him or is most like him, needs to see a doctor. He says she needs to be concerned with her lower stomach area. M then tells me that her mother died of ovarian cancer. Well, her dad is concerned about her sister, so give her the message.
I finally turned over the picture that M gave me. It was this one:
I said that he did not show himself to me at that age. The picture at the beginning of this story is how he looked to me, standing out front of my car. I then asked M why she thought that he would not let me see his face when he was in the hospital bed. She said that his face was really bloated from all of the medications and he looked awful.
I was so happy to be able to give my dear friend some closure and to connect her with her father. I am also appreciative that she and her father trusted me with such an important message. Also, I loved the excitement from our girlfriend (in the back seat) that got to listen and watch me do my thing. You can explain your gift to someone, but it is more powerful when you get to see it in person. I always am high on life after a message. I truly believe it is what I am meant to do … help people.