Richard Schoeller

People often wonder, “How did you realize you had the ability of mediumship?” 
The realization came to me one evening in February of 1997, after leaving the meditation class I joined the year or so before with some friends as a way to relieve some of the stress I was under while I was a funeral director.  This particular class was pretty uneventful, but as I was driving home my heart started beating faster and faster.

As I walked through the door of my apartment, I decided to pick up the telephone and call my partner, John.  I was nervous and felt I needed to talk to someone who would listen to me without laughing.  I started to tell him that I thought I was having a heart attack.  He said he’d be right over, but I assured him that it wasn’t necessary to come running over, and that I was sure I would be alright.  I just needed to talk.  So we talked for a few minutes.

While I sat on my bed talking about the meditation class and the ride home, I noticed that something was going on in my bedroom.  It looked like the air had black and white pins and needles running through it.  The best way to describe the atmosphere in the room is “electric.”

All of a sudden, both sets of my deceased grandparents showed up in the bedroom.   I felt as if I had lost my mind.  About 15 seconds later I said to John, “I’ve got to go – I have company.”  I hung up the telephone and hit the floor crying.  In my mind, I thought I was about to die.  It all makes sense now.  I felt this feeling like I was having a heart attack, and I was in my bedroom and both my father’s parents and my mother’s parents — all of whom have died — were standing in my bedroom?  Wouldn’t you think you were dying?

Well, there I was on the floor of my bedroom, kneeling, crying and quietly – subconsciously saying, “I don’t want to die, I am not ready.”  With that my grandparents let out a little light laughter and reassured me that I was not dying, that the only thing that was different was that I could see them now.  When I began to understand that I was not dying, I started to both laugh and cry at the same time.

It was just the beginning of a fantastic adventure of understanding that death is not the end of our lives….  

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