Anthony Quinata - We Are Never Alone: Reassuring Insights from the Other Side

We Are Never Alone

Anthony Quinata

Copyright 2015
by Anthony Quinata

1st Printing, May 2015

Printed in the U.S.A.

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Dedicated to my mother, Rosalia, and my father, Antoniosoul
mates on the Other Side. I miss you.

To my sisters, Meridith and Nadine, and my brothers, Edward and
Steve, and their families.

My love for all of you will never die.

And for you who are grieving.

Im tired; Im worn.

My heart is heavy

From the work it takes

To keep on breathing.

Ive made mistakes.

I let my hope fail.

My soul feels crushed

By the weight of this world.

And I know that you can give me rest

So I cry out with all that I have left.

Let me see redemption win.

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart

Thats frail and torn.

I wanna know that a song can rise

From the ashes of a broken life

And [that whats dead] can be reborn

Cause Im worn.

Lyrics by Tenth Av

While I was writing this book, I told God and the souls that once I was finished, I was ready to go home. The peals of laughter I heard told me that God and the souls have a sense of humor, even though I was serious.

As I look back, I realize that if it wasnt for them, the prayers of Mary, mother of Jesus, my family and friends, here and on the Other Side, Im not sure how I would have made it through this chapter of my life. Thank you.

Thank you, Camille and Steve Massing, for all of your love and support along the way.

Thank you, Donna Nikolla and Marianne Shotto, for your friendship and for listening.

To my Facebook friends who have become real friends, to those who trusted me enough to reconnect with their loved ones on the Other Side, to those who trusted me enough to ask questions about the Other Side, and to the souls who gave me the answersthank you.

I love you.

I dont normally work at psychic fairs, but I was at Cornerstone Books for the stores Halloween metaphysical fair. The store had changed hands by that time. Deb Guinther, whom I talked about in my book Communications from the Other Side, wasnt the owner any longer. It was now owned by Jenny Vega and her husband, Angel.

There was a lull in the number of people wanting readings so the other readers and I were sitting around talking. I wish Rick was here, Cathy, one of the card readers, said.

Why? Samantha, another reader asked her.

I was hoping he would read my palm for me, Cathy replied.

I can read your palm, Jenny said, which surprised us all.

Can you really? Cathy asked. Jenny nodded so Cathy held up her right hand and asked, Will I live a long life?

Jenny looked at her palm and nodded, Oh yes, youll live a long life.

Samantha, who was sitting next to me, held up her hand and asked What about me? Will I live a long life?

Jenny gazed at her hand before she said, smiling, Oh yes, youll live a very long, healthy life.

It was the word healthy that prompted me to hold up my hand. What about me, Jenny? I just had a physical, and when I left, the doctor gave me a calendar, but it goes only to May of next year. Whats he trying to tell me?

Everyone laughed as Jenny looked closely at my hand. Angel, come here and look at his hand!

Angel walked over, looked at my hand, and his eyes grew large. Man, you died, crossed over, and came back. Did you know that? he asked excitedly.

Ive always had a feeling, I told him. When I was five years old, I had to have surgery. I have no idea now what it was for, but I do remember not liking the mask on my face as the doctor was telling me a story. I tried to push the mask away because I was feeling sleepy.

Several years later my mother told the story of how the surgeon walked up to her and asked if she believed in God. Yes, I do, she told him.

Then I suggest that you go to the chapel and pray, he said as gently as he could. I dont know if your son is going to make it or not.

My mother never did say, and I cant be sure, but I believe it had something to do with an asthma attack. I was asthmatic from the time I was about three months old.

My mother went to the chapel and prayed like she had never prayed before, and kept praying until the surgeon found her there. She was relieved to see that he was smiling this time. He told her I would pull through after all.

At that time we lived in Wilmington, California in a housing project thats no longer there. When you walked through the front door, the kitchen was to the left, and the living room was on the right with a stairway in the middle leading to the second floor. I can still remember sitting on those stairs giving a lot of thought to my birthday coming up the next day. It was not only going to be my sixth birthday, but my brother Eddies first birthday, as well, since we both shared the same birth day.

I came to a decision, sitting there on those stairs. I had an announcement to make, and I knew it wasnt going to go over well. Mom, go ahead and celebrate Eddies birthday tomorrow, but you dont have to celebrate mine anymore, I announced to her after much thought.

Dont be silly, she told me. Youre going to have a birthday party too. She sounded agitated. I knew that my mother wouldnt agree to what I was suggesting, but I really didnt care about celebrating my birthday. I will admit being grateful the next day that we did though.

I found out years later that loss of interest in birthdays is common with people who have been through what is referred to as a near-death experience. Angel seemed to confirm for me what I had believed for years.

You crossed over and came back with knowledge youre meant to share with the rest of us, Angel continued, looking closely at my palm.

I wondered what he meant by us. I couldnt help but smile when I thought this.

Angel must have known what I was thinking because he looked at me seriously and said, With the world, man. Youre supposed to share what you know with the world.

Seven months later in May, I was sitting in front of Rick with my hand outstretched, palm up. My book was scheduled to be released later that year, and I was hoping to get an idea as to how it would go. I dont see you doing the medium thing for long, Lawrence told me.

Really? What do you see me doing? I asked him.

Teaching... I see you teaching.

And what exactly am I supposed to be teaching? I asked. I had planned to do the medium thing for at least five years after my book came out.

I dont know, he said. I can only tell you what Im seeing here in your Mound of Mercury. After he said that, I could tell by the look on his face that the reading was over.

I got up and walked away, thinking about what Angel had said to me seven months before. You crossed over and came back with knowledge youre meant to share with the rest of usnot just us, but with the world, man.