Char Margolis - The Universe Is Calling You: Connecting with Essence to Live with Positive Energy, Love, and Power

Who am I?

Why was I born?

Whats my reason for living?

Why do the people I love have to die, and will I see them again?

Why do I have to die, and what will happen when I do?

Is this world all there is, or is there something more?

Why is there so much sorrow and evil in the world?

Is God really there?

As a psychic intuitive medium for more than forty-five years, I have heard questions like these from thousands of peopleclients, friends, family members, audiences of my TV shows, the people who attend book signings or whom I meet on the street. And I have asked these questions myself, especially in times of grief and emotional distress. I, too, have felt the enormous pain of losing loved ones, and the guilt and remorse and regret for things done and not done. And, like most people, there have been times that I have questioned the wisdom of a God that would allow famine, genocide, and suffering in the world.

However, the one thing I do not questionindeed, the thing I know with absolute certaintyis that we continue to live beyond the short time we spend on Earth in any given lifetime. Our souls exist before we are born, and our spirits do not die when our bodies stop working. I know this because my lifes work is to connect people on Earth with the spirits of their departed loved ones. It is enormously rewarding. I have watched joy and amazement appear on the faces of fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, grandchildren, spouses, or best friends as they hear messages, through me, that could only come from the people who have passed over to the other side. I have witnessed the healing and consolation they feel when they know their loved ones are still there, still caring, still communicating and still connected to them despite the great loss from their death.

I saw this happen on one of my Dutch television shows. Thoms wife, Mariska, had died two years earlier, and he was still heartbroken. I went to his apartment in Amsterdam to give him a reading. Now, when I read for people, I usually pick up on the letters of the names of their loved ones, both living and deceased; its my way of tuning in to the unique energy each spirit possesses. Within a minute or two, I picked up on the name of Thoms father, who was living, and then Maria, his wifes mother. Maria is with Mariska and helping her to come through, I said. Now Mariska is showing me something around your neck. What is it?

Thom pulled out a pendant from under his shirt. It contains her ashes, he told me.

She knows that you wear it. Shes also telling me about a colleague of yours that plays music. Are you a musician too?

Thom sighed. I wasbut I stopped after she died. It was clear he was still in a great deal of pain.

I know that a part of you stopped living when she died, but it makes her sad to think that youre not playing music, I told him. She says that youre brilliant and gifted and talented and if you were to start being creative again, it would bring her closer to you. She says that theres music you need to write.

I wrote something and performed it, but not recently, Thom admitted.

Now shes showing me something about the heart. I tapped the upper part of my chest. Did you two have a sign about the heart?

Thom thought a moment, then he nodded. I had a special tattoo done for her; its her family initials. How could you know that? And he pulled at his shirt to show me the tattoo in the same location where I had tapped my own chest.

But Mariska wasnt done. When you cremated her, you put something on her heart or in her pocket? And nobody knows about it but you? I asked.

Thom looked amazed. I put a photo in with her, right above her heart. I did that at the cremation place; nobody saw me.