As a medium, I’m naturally met with skepticism when I share just like the boy in The Sixth Sense that I too can see dead people.
While at a client’s office Tuesday, I went about my typical routine. One of the people I work with knows that I am a medium, though I don’t share this with many of my marketing clients, and while he’s conveyed that he believes me, he’s also shared his own personal skepticism since he cannot see the deceased himself. Which is valid.
It was a typical workday, filled with marketing strategy sessions, content creation, product photography, and the like. I made my way from my office space to my client’s warehouse where they manufacture and ship their products from, and as I rounded the corner, I saw the spirit of a man sitting near the entry way.
He sat in a chair with his hands folded as though he were waiting to be called into a meeting.
I immediately felt sick.
His energy was heavy and bitter.
I continued on my path to the warehouse only taking mental note of the ghost I had just seen but choosing not to interact with him.
As I made my way back to the marketing office, I sat down nauseated. Expressing how sick I felt to the person I work with, he looked at me shocked because he had just started feeling the same way.
“I feel like I have a pit in my stomach and need to throw up.”
“That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now too.”
I chuckled and asked him if he was open to me sharing something potentially spooky with him.
“Sure…”
Telling him about the dead man I saw by the door, he looked at me baffled and asked me to repeat and clarify what I meant. I obliged and his jaw dropped in both horror and intrigue.
He began packing his belongings reiterating how sick he was feeling and that he needed to leave before he threw up in the office. I told him to pay attention to how he felt after he left the building as I had a suspicion that the disruptive energy was contributing to the physical ailments and that it would more than likely subside by the time he reached his vehicle.
Of course, as all paranormal skeptics do, he nervously laughed and headed out.
I thought that might be the end of it when my phone began rapidly buzzing. Text message after text message after text message flooded my phone from the guy who had left only mere moments ago.
“Bbbbbrrrrruuuuuuuh!”
“So I’m putting my stuff in the trunk…and all of the sudden there’s this strong wind that hits! Instantly get fkn chills”
“And when I opened the door leaving the building I caught a nasty sewer smell! I’m dead honest not lying!”
“Idk if it’s my brain just fkn with me”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He had a full on experience passing this spirit from a gust of wind to chills to unexplained smells. He was thoroughly shook at the very possibility that what I told him I had seen might’ve been true.
The real question was, though, did he feel better? Something he couldn’t deny—a physiological change in his own body after needing to leave work early.
“YES‼️‼️‼️ I dnt feel like throwing up anymore! 💀😭😭”
“What the hell”
There it was… a little bit of proof that what I had suspected was true and he experienced it firsthand.
Of course, I just laughed. The next order of business, though, is a much more serious one, and that’s helping this spirit move on.