Allison DuBois - Don't Kiss Them Good-bye

The most important thing I can say to gifted children everywhere is what I was dying to hear for so long: “I understand what you are going through, you’re not alone, and someday this will all make sense to you.”

I had often wondered why I felt so physically edgy when my grandpa’s spirit made itself known to me in 1978. As a grown psychic, I know the answer. It wasn’t that I was looking at someone whom I just saw buried. It was a physical feeling of sickness. Fellow psychics will relate to this.

When people with heightened sensitivity stand next to sick people, we feel their illness. My great-grandfather had just passed over and I was absorbing the cancer energy that had caused his demise. Whenever I have communication with a spirit who passed from cancer, I get the exact same feeling I got from my great-grandpa twenty-six years ago.

Now that I am older I am more closely attuned to the feeling, and often I will sense that the spirit was eaten up or diseased. I can also sense cancer when I am dealing with a survivor of the illness. Seeing the circumstances surrounding someone’s death can validate their presence to loved ones and help us understand their reason for passing.

Ever notice how sometimes you instantly get a good feeling about a person, and while someone else can give you the creeps just as quickly? Some people are good and some are evil; most fall somewhere in between. We tend to use first impressions to determine how much we trust a person. I have found the first impression to be the most accurate one. Don’t ever second-guess a strong feeling that you have. Trust your gut.

Psychic activity is nothing new. Many people exercise their “sixth sense” regularly. In everyday life we frequently hear ourselves say we have a hunch about this or a vibe about that. And consider the judges, doctors, mothers, fathers, and so on who use their sixth sense every day.

Some people are better than others at listening to their intuition. They may appear to go through life blessed because everything always works out for them. I believe many of these people are indeed blessed, thanks partly to their willingness to listen to their gut feelings, which help them to make the right choices and to know what or whom to avoid.

Some people choose not to listen to their gut feelings, so they take the long way, filled with pitfalls. Some people don’t trust themselves enough to believe in their own intuition. What a mistake. The voice guiding you wants what is best for you. Listen to it.

Some people save the lives of others by listening to their guides. I am referring to the doctors and nurses who use their intuition and empathy to heal the sick and give patients the best possible care. It may mean running a test for a patient that is atypical just because they are moved to do so, or having a patient stay an extra night at the hospital just in case. There’s no real logical reason for the decision; it’s simply based on an urgent feeling.

Of course, the majority of medical decisions are based on sound information and experience. I am not dismissing their education. Clearly that’s important. I am simply acknowledging that a spiritual contribution often comes through in their work.

If you happen to be in the medical field, please remember to take time for yourself. When you leave the hospital, cleanse yourself of earthbound spirits. People who have endured great physical pain or trauma or who die suddenly are often in shock following their deaths. Sometimes, especially in hospitals, earthbound spirits will attach themselves to people with whom they feel comfortable. Some spirits don’t even realize they’ve died; they think they’re simply spending time with their doctor, nurse, or loved one.

Even if you don’t think you have any spirits lingering around you, it doesn’t hurt to say, “Go to the light and you will find your loved ones waiting for you.” This will keep them from hanging around you and weighing you down.

Also remember to not be too hard on yourself when you have done your best and your patient dies anyway. As I stated earlier, sometimes it’s just not in our hands.

Law enforcement is another field in which people act on hunches and gut feelings. People in this field tend to take their work home with them, because they are constantly around criminals and toxic entities. If you work in law enforcement, you need to remember that all the negative energy you absorb can take a toll on your health. You must remember to take time for yourself to focus on happy, positive things.

Of course, that advice goes for anyone who lets the stresses of life get to them. For all those with stressful, high-pressure jobs that are seemingly without end (yes, that includes motherhood), it is important to take care of yourself.

One of my most memorable experiences with the other side took place in May 2000 while I was in Washington, D.C., for a conference. The many striking monuments mesmerized me and I was enjoying all the important sights in the area. I have always had an interest in the history of the United States and had especially wanted to visit the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, so Joe and I set off to do just that.

We walked down the path, taking in the black marble memorial wall. We sat on a bank overlooking the Reflecting Pool while I shared with my husband what I saw. Two apparitions of American soldiers were at the edge of the pool, one kneeling and one standing. The kneeling soldier was closer to me, no more than twenty feet away; his gun lay on the ground next to him.

I pointed to the area where the soldier knelt and began describing the scene to my husband, when the soldier quickly turned around; he realized that I was talking about him. The earthbound spirit approached me and waved his hand vigorously in front of my face. At this point he was no more than a few inches away.

I addressed him: “Yes, I can see you.”

As soon as the words rolled out of my mouth, the soldier, whom I will call Sarge since he was a sergeant, started showing me what had happened to him in Vietnam. It haunted him still.

He was showing me the images as if I were watching a home movie. I saw a thatched hut with a woman inside. Sarge was behind a tree or shrubbery on a small embankment looking down at her. The woman was Vietcong. She had been setting up American soldiers to be ambushed and killed. Sarge was to throw a grenade into her hut and put an end to the “enemy.”

He was a good soldier. He wanted to help win the war for his country, which meant that he had to carry out his orders. He saw killing the enemy as saving his friends and comrades from certain death. While the grenade was mid-flight, Sarge heard a baby cry. The baby must have belonged to the Vietcong woman. The hut, the Vietcong woman, and the baby were blown up.

Sarge was beside himself. He was going to war to be a good American, but to him kids were off limits. This was one thing for which he could never forgive himself. Sarge was so overcome by grief that he put himself in the line of fire while in combat. He could not live with being responsible for the death of an innocent child. He figured that since his life was no longer worth anything (as he saw it), then at the very least he could maybe save one of his buddies by trading in his own life. Sarge was successful in getting himself killed.

I was advised by my guides to tell him what he needed to hear. I looked at him as I tried to regain my composure and said, “I forgive you, we all forgive you, and we know that you didn’t mean to hurt that baby.”

Sarge’s young face, wrenched by pain, suddenly relaxed and his skin developed a golden glow. I had been able to do for Sarge what he couldn’t do for himself: provide forgiveness. Sarge smiled and stepped back. At the same time, shadowy figures of his family, friends, and fellow soldiers who had waited a long time for Sarge were there to “take him home.”