Anthony Quinata Medium and Clairvoyant's Weblog

When I woke up this morning, the first thing on my mind was a couple of incidents that happened in the past week. Both of them seemingly have to do with John, my cousin who was recently murdered.

Monday, at his internment, my aunt Ellen and I were standing around talking and laughing. We were talking about going back to my sister Meridith’s home so my aunt could visit my mother for a bit. Then my aunt said, “Let me see whose call I might have missed,” since we had all turned our volumes down for the funeral.

She flipped her phone open, and music started playing, which startled her. “What music is that?” she asked me.

I just shrugged, thinking, ‘It’s your phone, how would I know?’ “Is it a ringtone you have for someone?” I asked her.

“No, I don’t have ringtones like that. Besides, I don’t know how to do that sort of thing.” She’s, apparently, a bit of an old fogey, like me. (Just ask my sisters and brothers, they’ll tell you. They were stunned I’m a fan of the “Black-Eyed Peas,” let alone I even know who they are.)

She walked up to her son, Norman, who was standing next to Mike, John’s brother, and Mike’s friends. She told them what happened, and Norman said that she probably hit a button on her phone, and it played the music. My aunt insisted that all she did was flip her phone open and the music started playing. “Ask Anthony!” she said.

Again, I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s what I saw,” was all I said.

My aunt then asked Mike if John was into music. “John loved music,” all the guys agreed. “I wonder if John was trying to communicate with me,” my aunt wondered aloud, looking at me.

I didn’t think it was a big deal. I shrugged my shoulders again. “May be!” I said.

A couple of days later Cheryl called me, saying that Mike called her phone but didn’t leave a message. Don’t ask me why, since I have his phone number in my directory, but I told her to text me his number. A few minutes later, the text came in, and I called the number. I heard a recording that said, “The number you are trying to reach is not working at this time. Please check the number and dial it again.”

So I dialed it again. And got the same recording. I called Cheryl and asked her if she was sure that the number she sent me was correct. She said it was. I told her about the recording, and that I would call the number I have for him. I called the number that I have in my phone directory and heard a recording, saying, “The number you have reached is not working. Please check the number and dial it again.”

I called Cheryl and told her what happened with both numbers. “The first number I gave you is what came up and it had Mike’s name on it.” She then told me she tried calling it and heard the same recording. She also tried calling the number she had for him in her directory, and got the same recording.

Now, I’m not sure if Mike disconnected his number since I last spoke to him on the phone last Thursday, but that would be the logical reason for what happened. But what about the name and number that showed up on Cheryl’s phone? I told Cheryl I hoped nothing has happened to Mike. I still think if something had, we would have heard about it by now.

I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind, “Wow! That was weird!” The second thought that came to me is also odd. “Was this a form of ITC?” I wondered.

“ITC” stands for “Instrumental Transcommunication.” The theory is that those who have passed will try to use current day technology to communicate with us. In my personal library I have a book entitled, “Phone Calls From the Dead.”

Josie Varga edited a story in her book, “Visits From Heaven,” in which a woman received a text message from her deceased boyfriend.

The reason I decided to write about this is because I realized that, even as a Medium, I may have missed what might have been John trying to reach out from the Other Side. In both incidents, I was indirectly involved, making it easier for me to dismiss, but still ….

Then I remembered my promise to write about how you can make connections with your loved ones who have passed … without using a Medium.

John was always there for someone in need. If you asked him for help, some way, somehow, he would do what he could. The last time I saw him, at my father’s funeral, he was there despite the fact he was feeling ill. He wanted to be there for my mother, my aunt, my cousins, my brothers and sisters, and me, he told me.

Leave it to John, whom, everyone who knew him remembers him for his huge heart … to remind me of my promise to help those who are hurting.

I feel your peace,

Anthony

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