As a Spirit Artist the question I seem to get regularly from a great many people is how am I able to draw Spirit? Are they actually in the room or is it all just in my head?
To answer this month’s question I want to begin by recounting a story about something that happened when I was quite young. An experience that I’m sure, changed the course of my life – although I didn’t know it at the time.
It was an early Christmas mass at St. Mary’s in Scituate, Massachusetts, 1963
I was seven. My grandfather, a decorated World War one hero, would not see his 77th birthday.
That Christmas would place three unforgettable images on my impressionable young mind and would begin a year that I would later call the year of ‘Three Johns’. That year I would be thrust from boyhood to perpetual philosopher and questioner of both God and man.
Three of the four most important men in my life – John Mclintock, better known as grandpa, Pope John XXIII and JFK would all leave this world in parade-like fashion to enter heaven.
Dad remained the fourth man in my life that I had great regard and appreciation for.
The heart attack struck swiftly
Grandpa lay convulsing on the kitchen floor, his skin turning purple. Dad leaned close to his ear and whispered the ‘Our Father’.
A couple of years would pass after Grandpa John’s death and every now and then my sisters would report that they had sensed him close. Back then I thought they were just being silly but a few years later I would have a precognition of my mother’s death and would earn notoriety as the family “weirdo”.
I was teeming with guilt.
I heard the closet doors squeak open. Startled, my eyes darted across the room.
As dusk settled late one summer’s evening, I climbed into bed, slipping under a single cotton sheet. The doors to my closet, I’m embarrassed to say were faithfully shut tight to help still my fears of the boogeyman lurking inside! My bedroom door closed securely – a mandatory requirement in case of fire. This was the customary routine night after night - without exception. A bit compulsive perhaps, but tonight these two consistencies would be the only tangible proof of the encounter that was about to occur.
The tears came as they did every night but tonight in the room’s amber light, I heard the closet doors squeak open. Startled, my eyes darted across the room to the closet door, now open about six inches, no more. Through the opening and seemingly right through the door, a man emerged. Panicked and fixated, I reached for a pencil on my nightstand, the only thing I could grasp to protect myself. The man drew closer appearing somewhat semi-transparent.
Was it possible? Could it be?
Now pressed tight to my headboard I somehow mustered the courage to say, “Who are you?” and shouted for dad. The man drew closer and leaned down, grabbing the footboard and it was then that I recognized him. Was it? Could it really be? It was! Right there before me - my Grandfather!
He repeated the last words he said to me as he lay dying on the kitchen floor that horrific Christmas morning…. “Joseph, don’t cry. It’s going to be okay”.
And with that he raised up and waved then floated towards the bedroom door. He opened the door and turned back, smiled then disappeared into the hall.
I quickly turned on the light on my nightstand. Thrilled and still in disbelief, I turned my attention to the doors – both were open! I knew it was true.
Not just my imagination!
I ran down the hall to my dad’s room and knocked on the door, yelling, “Dad, Dad, wake up”. “What” he grumbled. “Grandpa was just here. We talked about the Red Sox. He saw the game!”
Dad’s dismissal surprised me and crushed my excitement but I was absolutely convinced of Grandpa’s visit.
I’ve had several more from him over the years, each one as vivid as the first. And he has been especially helpful during some of my more difficult readings.
So how does spirit show itself?
But then there are those encounters when the richness of detail leaves me awe-struck. The intensity of Spirit is so powerful that their presence is unmistakable and simply undeniable. These are truly some of the most miraculous, moving and indeed, most spiritual experiences I have been blessed to be a part of in my work as a medium.
This holiday season, my wish for you is that you may experience the miracle and the love of spirit. Know that they are with you sharing all of the joyous moments and wrapping their arms around you during times of heartache and strife.
© 2019-2020 Joseph P. Shiel III
Joseph Shiel is a highly acclaimed Evidential Medium, Spirit Artist, Psychic and award-winning teacher. Internationally known for his accuracy, integrity and commitment to others, he has devoted his life to service of Spirit and those seeking love, healing and growth. He shares his remarkable talents with students, clients and audiences around the world; teaching, speaking, healing and performing private and public demonstrations of evidential mediumship and Spirit Art deemed by many as 'Portraits from Heaven.' His exceptionally rare gifts make him one of the most sought after mediums, consulting for politicians, CEO's, celebrities and all those seeking healing and insight.