Kristy Robinett - Messenger Between Worlds: True Stories from a Psychic Medium

Llewellyn Publications

Woodbury, Minnesota

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Messenger Between Worlds: True Stories from a Psychic Medium 2013 by Kristy Robinett.

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First e-book edition 2013

E-book ISBN: 9780738737270

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Contents

: Kids See the Darnedest Things

: Guided

: The Ghost Cottage

: My Guardian

: Kept Promises

: The Haunting

: Shadows of Darkness

: Watchtower

: Sensitive

: Illusions

: Letting the Light In

: The Magnolia Tree

: An Angel

: A New York Minute

: The Bandages

: Faithless

: True Self

: Reset Button

: Undercover Psychic

: Messenger of Death

: Voices

: Amber Rose

: Confessions

: Follow Your Moonstones

: Married to a Medium

: An Epiphany

: Full Circle

: Starting Over

: Embracing My Fears

: Follow Your Path

: Hope: Full Circle

: Christmas Socks

: Heart to Heart

: With Love

: Sally

: Haunting the Haunted

: Remember Me

: Blooming

: Letting Love In

Acknowledgments

The support that I have received from friends and fans has been overwhelming. Without the constant urging to write a book, this work would probably still be sitting in a dusty file beneath photo albums and other memories. So, I first thank all of you who have pestered me through the years to publish this book.

I want to thank my husband, Chuck Robinett. With friendship, respect, and love, he has walked beside me through a very interesting and sometimes challenging journey, and I am eternally grateful.

Thank you to my children, Micaela and Connor, for their strength and constant love.

Thank you also to my stepdaughters, Cora and Molly, for their acceptance and their love.

Thank you to Kerry Combs for believing in me and befriending me during your difficult time. I also want to thank the following individuals, without whose contributions and support this book would not have been written: Donna Shorkey, Jenni Licata, Mary Byberg, and Laura Bohlman.

Introduction

My mom taught me at a young age to be myself no matter what. Although she was my cheerleader, I didnt have a strong role model because, ironically, she hadnt followed her own advice. It would take me more than thirty years to feel comfortable with who I was and the gifts that I was born with. And then there are always lessons to be learned, life tests to be taken, and judgment to dodge.

Writing this book brought up many painful memories that were buried in my subconscious mind, and yet I found as I listened to my souls whispers that I also had begun to heal. The bandages I used to mask myself were becoming weighty and dingy and were starting to unravel, so it was best to remove them rather than put on fresh wrappings to continue disguising my tattered soul.

We all have skeletons in the closet, and, while not all of them need to be dug up and made to perform, many of them need to be given a proper burial. Messenger Between Worlds is an account of my own very talented chorus line.

As you may know, I am a psychic medium. It was difficult ignoring what I once referred to as my personal curse. When a ghost is adamant about discussing his/her passing and begging for help, its a bit like having a pink polka-dotted elephant tap dancing in your living room. You either try to ignore it while everything around you is destroyed, or you learn to embrace it. I have finally done the latter.

Your personal curse doesnt have to be the secret of seeing the dead. I claim that as my own! It could be that you want to be a gymnastics teacher instead of an accountant, aspire to be a writer instead of a barista, or dream of having a nurturing relationship instead an abusive one. Maybe you just want to feel rewarded by life. Becoming comfortable with my gift, with myself, has taken an awfully long time, and still when I speak with someone who doesnt know what I am, I begin: Now, Im perfectly sane, but I see ghosts. Im not different from you. Everybodyyou, includedhas the ability to see ; you just have to open yourself to it. I hope to give you the same self-acceptance and the ability to see through your own situations so that you can find your way back on the path of life fulfillment.

Growing up I didnt go around saying I wanted to be a professional psychic medium. Instead I dreamt of being a prosecuting attorney. It began with my love of true crime novels and anything involving Nancy Drew. I read every single book in order to figure out whodunit. Its funny how, even though I dont have the law degree, I still find myself helping with the whodunit!

Since I was the age of three, spirits have come to me in the dead of night, telling me of their woes. Some stand. Some sit. All have their own story to share. It could be that they have been murdered, are frightened to cross over, or have a message to get to a family member. My nighttimes have always been annoying, to say the least. The continuous line of spirits who stand, single file, next to my bed is reminiscent of the DMV on a Monday morning. If I could only figure out how to affix a Take a Number machine to my energy, Id be all set. It wasnt until I grew older that I realized I was a counselor to the dead at night and a counselor to the living by day whether I liked it or not. Straddling both worlds is exhausting and exhilarating.