Communications From the Other Side. Anthony Quinata
serene. While arranging the chairs for our meeting, he suddenly stopped and asked, “Who is George?” I said, “He’s someone we’re here to reach.”
He laughed and said, “Well . . . okay; he’s already here and we haven’t even started yet!” Anthony knew his name right off the bat!
Throughout the entire session, true to my intention, I didn’t give Anthony any information he could creatively build on. Yet he went on to describe our lives perfectly. Actually, George went on and on about our lives through Anthony. He laughed a lot and talked about the good times, before he got sick. He talked about the sports car he used to drive. He spoke about his illness and the lack of support from his family right up to the end.
George told me about his life on the Other Side. He talked about the place where he was and would remain for a while in order to rest and recuperate and to adjust to his new reality. He asked me to remember the places in the mountains we used to visit. He said that it’s a lot like that for him. He told me to just picture him surrounded by lots of trees and a stream, just the way he likes it! He spends a lot of time by that stream thinking, and the sun is always shining. He said he is the happy-go-lucky guy we all used to know.
He told me . . . when we get there . . . we are all accepted for who we are. That was huge for me!
He apologized for leaving us, especially our thirteen-year-old son, who will need him most of all in these tough years to come. He even brought up the little things that our children and I were now doing on a day-to-day basis which confirmed even more that he was really still with us.
He told us he was at the Butterfly Pavilion with us over the past weekend. He even laughed and brought up that when I hear a bird outside, I’ll say hello to him because I feel that it’s George saying hello to me!
George reminded my daughter of how he had taught her to ride a bike. He told her to keep an eye out for butterflies, because it was her father saying hello. Now, it’s amazing to watch my daughter ride her bike up and down the street with butterflies following her!
Anthony also mentioned the watch and asked why it was stopped at 4:00. I couldn’t believe he had mentioned it, because I didn’t even bring it with me!
I was overwhelmed with relief after our meeting. Just to know he was still alive, not sick nor in pain anymore! He was just fine! Of course, the grief still crept in from time to time. The guilt of how our lives played out and his love for me, even after the divorce, kept haunting me.
A second visit to Anthony did much to heal my wounds. George was right there again to insist that he was still with us and loved us and will always be there to help. He even brought my grandfather with him this time. George and my grandfather, also named George, got along quite well. They had a deep respect for one another. George mentioned him often after my grandfather died, not so many years ago, especially since my grandfather died of pancreatic cancer and our George’s condition was very similar. George often thought of my grandfather during his own illness. I think it is wonderful they are together now in the same place.
Then Anthony told me my grandfather wants me to say hello to his wife, “Um, Myrtle, like turtle?” I couldn’t believe he [Anthony] said my grandmother’s name! There is no way he could just pull a name like “Myrtle” out of the air like that!
This visit proved even further that there really is life after death. No longer will I fear death.
George restored my belief in God, the “Powers that Be,” or a “Life Source!” No longer will I live in fear of a God who doesn’t accept us for who we are. George’s passing simply led to his rebirth into a new life!
Just days before he passed away, George mentioned to me two things he feared. One was that the world would go on as if he had never even been there. The second was that he would be forgotten. My life and my children’s lives will certainly never be the same without him, and he knows for sure that he could never, ever be forgotten.
My healing has begun. I go back from time to time to listen to the recordings of the meetings with George through Anthony. I can’t speak for the validity of all mediums, but Anthony has more than proven he is the real deal. I know I can never repay him for what he has done for us. This gift is truly priceless.
Donna Lacey
I didn’t choose to do this work. It chose me.
I’m originally from Guam, a tiny island in the South Pacific. Joey, a friend of mine who is also from Guam, told me, “When you said to me that you talk to dead people for a living, I didn’t doubt you for a moment. Do you know why?”
I was actually stunned when he said that. “I don’t have a clue,” I said. “Why?”
“No one from our culture, who’s in his right mind, would ever make such a claim!” he answered.
I hadn’t thought about it before, but what he said was true. When someone dies, we say nine days of prayers (referred to as a “novena”). After that comes the burial. Once people are laid to rest, we don’t talk about them. It’s believed that doing so disturbs their peace.
When I was growing up, being a psychic medium wasn’t at the top of the list of things I wanted to do in my life. It wasn’t at the bottom of the list either. In fact, it wasn’t on the list, period. People from Guam are typically Roman Catholic, so psychics and psychic phenomenon are not topics of conversation in the typical Guamanian household. While my mother did read her daily horoscope, I didn’t even hear the word “psychic” until I was nine years old.
So how did I know that I could talk to dead people? This book is the story of my journey. It’s a chronicle of my life, dealing with how I went from not talking about people who had passed away to talking to people who had crossed over and what I’ve learned along the way.
I did not have any formal training as to how to be a “medium.” I was taught how to do this work by the souls who inspired their loved ones to contact me for a reading.
I’ve learned a lot along the way, and I’m still learning from the souls on the Other Side who use me as an instrument to reconnect them with the loved ones they’ve left behind. In this role, I’ve been privy to messages of love, hope, and healing.
I used to wonder what happens after we die. I dreaded the idea of never seeing the people I love ever again. I’ve since learned that what we refer to as “death” is simply a passage from this reality to a life that continues on in another plane of existence and that those we loved and those who loved us do not die. It’s my hope that after reading this book, you’ll know this too.
The best way to help you understand these lessons is to tell my story and those of some of the people who have come to me for readings over the years. Everyone you’re about to meet is a real person who has graciously shared the experience of the reading with me.
I’ll be honest, for years I wondered why souls wanted to communicate with their loved ones and whether the readings served any purpose at all. Typically, once the session was over, I didn’t hear another word from the person, or people, who had received the reading. Because of this, I didn’t think that there was any real benefit from hearing what the souls had to say.
Then I received an email from a producer of the Oprah show who said she wanted to do a television show on mediums and asked if I would I send testimonials from people who had received a reading from me.
I asked around and found people more than willing to write one for me. When I read them, I was stunned to find out the effects that the messages from the souls had had on people.
The letters were powerful and illuminating for me. I decided to share a few of them with the hope that they have the same effect on you. You’ll find them under “My Reading with Anthony.”
I was brought into this work kicking and screaming. Now I do it with a sense of awe and amazement at the beauty of the souls