Dating While Talking to The Dead: A Spiritually Juicy Exclusive.
By Kristen Tinsley 7/2/23
Dating while talking to the dead? Some of you are probably like, “Same, sis, same! Just a bunch of “Hey” or “Good Morning, Beautiful. Send me a pic.” Responses on our end! As a Psychic Medium, I actually bring the dead on the dates with me or shall I say the dead choose my dates for me. I mean none of them have lead me to the love of my life, God forbid, but it defiantly makes for a juicy story about how I discovered this part of my gift. And yeah, you won’t find this on the survey of Match or E-Harmony. It’s not even a category as a job title. Hmm… which gives me an idea for a new dating service. Lose your one and only? Call your Psychic Homie! Take me out to dinner and I’ll contact your loved one. Dinner one last time, on your dime. I’ll keep working on that, you enjoy the story!
A few years ago, I went through a terrible Tower moment when I left my ex-boyfriend and took my three of swords back to Long Island to start over. I got myself together coming out of my 4 of Swords feeling revived and one night I got a feeling to sign up for a dating site. I wasn’t in the mood to swipe , more like pizza followed by Ben and Jerry’s, but I was looking for love…hopefully.
I spent a few hours swiping through profiles that read “Just ask, I’m an open book.” Or just guys ranting about how they want a serious girlfriend and don’t want to play games, which is obviously directed at the last chick that ghosted them. Mediums love the term Ghosting by the way! I was ready to call it a night when I came across, “Steve.” He was a very handsome, athletic, educated, animal loving, Website Designer from Brooklyn and I just felt so drawn to his smile that sparkled like his blue eyes. Most of all I found myself gushing over his cute Tabby cat named Watermelon. I took a deep cleansing breath, opened my heart chakra, and messaged him. The next day Steve responded with an apology for his late response. He was working and wanted to respond but was sure I was sleeping. Steve asked for my number right away. I felt ok giving it to him since waiting for the message alert to sound can be a bit agonizing. When he called, his voice sounded smooth, relaxed and a lil excited. We had one of those conversations where neither of us wanted to hang up. We had so much in common from our favorite 90’s bands, sitcoms, cartoons, foods, places we had hung out when we were kids since he was originally from Long Island. Steve even said that his favorite thing to do was to rescue animals from the pound and find them homes. There were many things that I was able to “guess” during our conversation that kind of shocked him. It was almost too good to be true how we clicked he said at one point in which I giggled like a 15 year old girl saying, “I know right!” But I knew why. The moment I heard his voice I got that tingle up my arm when a Spirit is trying to make contact. I even had to stop myself from saying I love you to him before hanging up.
Steve and I agreed to meet for a date the following day at his favorite pizza place. I got ready hoping that whatever spirit was trying to get a message to Steve crossed over by the time I got there. On the drive to the pizza place, I tried to get a feel for the Spirit trying to come through. Maybe it was his mom or grandmother. I felt that it was a younger female so maybe just a friend? My heart was racing with excitement as the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up when I pulled into the parking lot. I got there first and even though I had never been to this place, it felt familiar to me. I walked in to the smell of roasted garlic and tomato sauce. An older man with salt and pepper hair greeted me with a smile and asked me how he could help me. I thought about asking him if he had any spare Sage on hand, but that would be weird. When I sat down, I felt the energetic rush of a Soul come to me. As Steve walked in, I immediately wanted to jump in his arms! Kiss his clean shaved face, run my fingers through his thick blonde hair and kiss his lips. Instead of doing that, I just gave him a quick hug, inhaled his cologne and sat down like a normal person and not Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost. Steve greeted the man behind the counter by name and they chatted while he got our order ready. Steve kept glancing back at me with a cute grin that made my heart flutter. I felt such an intense love come over me. My gosh, could this be the one?
Our conversation was light and easy while we ate. Steve asked me about my job and what else I liked to do for fun other than going to concerts and listening to the oldies while dancing around my living room In my mind I kept hearing the name “Cheryl” I saw a woman in her 20’s holding a tiny kitten while sitting on her bike with the Brooklyn Bridge in the background. I couldn’t stop the urge to say her name. See, when a Medium channels messages, we say what is coming through and most of the time we just can’t help ourselves. We blurt it out. I couldn’t stuff my mouth with enough food to keep myself from saying his crossed over girlfriends name. As Steve took the last bite of his pizza, I asked him, “Who is Cheryl?” I watched the color from his face go pale, he gulped down the last bite of his food and looked at me with heart break in his eyes. She is my Fiancé I nodded my head and he noticed me look away. He quickly grabbed my hand to reassure me that they weren’t together anymore and that something happened. I saw in my mind what happened. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I saw a hospital room with a woman in a bed with a breathing tube down her throat. I didn’t tell Steve that part. He was desperately trying to reassure me that he was single.
I guess now would be a good time to tell Steve that I have an S.T.D (Spiritually Touched by the Divine)
“I know you are not together anymore” I said.
Steve just looked at me searching my face for an answer as to how I knew that. Then the evidence came flooding in. Cheryl showed me two people in a classroom, then a kitten in a garbage can. Steve confirmed that he met Cheryl at college and the kitten was the same one from the dating profile picture that she found in a trash bin while they were riding bikes. Steve wiped the greasy, sauce stained napkin over his eyes. “Yes. But she died year ago.”
“I know that. I have to tell you that I’m a Psychic Medium and Cheryl is here.”
We both started crying. Well I wasn’t crying, Cheryl was crying through me. But yeah I was crying on the inside because I could feel myself lose interest in Steve. There wasn’t a genuine love connection for me. Just another chance for his fiancé to tell him she loved him and it was ok to move on now. I could feel Steve’s energy begin to brighten as I told him more things that Cheryl wanted to say and to confirm that she heard what he said to her at the funeral after everyone left. Steve admitted that he never believed in Mediums or the afterlife, but he did now.
Steve and I parted ways with nothing more than a hand shake along with a thank you for the reading. The owner of the pizza place overheard the whole conversation and came outside to ask me if I had anything from his wife. I asked him if his wife’s name was Marilyn. He immediately started crying and held the door open for me inviting me inside for some dessert and a chat with the deceased love of his life.
With a belly full of cheesecake and a lonely heart, I went home. I often ask my Guides why I don’t find love. The basic answer they give me is that I have to find the love in my heart. Is my Soul unreadable by anyone that walks this earth? A man that feels that attraction to me and when I tell him messages from a crossed over loved one he could just shrug and say, “Thanks, but you have really pretty eyes.” Being a Medium is often a lonely path if one chooses it to be. I could spend my life ignoring my gift but something about that doesn’t feel right. I’m here to help people. I know this because six months later I got a text from Steve thanking me once again and that he had met a beautiful woman that he fell in love with. He went on to tell me that if I hadn’t met him, he probably wouldn’t have moved on, even though he was trying at the time. So, I knew my encounter with Steve was for the greater good and that it is not for nothing. It’s for peace and grace to the hearts of those that are left behind to grieve a Soul that is right there beside us watching over.
Its been a few years since that happened to me and honestly my dating life is far and few in between. Spirit will throw me a few lessons (wrong guys) along the way just trying to strengthen my intuition and make sure that I’m listening. My gift has grown since then and I’ve gained understanding as to how my gift works. I was easily able to connect to Steve because we had a common link. We were both from Long Island and had been to the same places. We both rescued animals and owned cats along with liking the same foods, etc. Remember when I said earlier right before I signed up for the dating app that I wanted pizza? It was no coincidence that Steve took me to his favorite pizza place. Spirit knows way ahead of time that I would be around someone that they have a message for. I’m a Mental Medium. I get images in my mind of what the Soul wants to provide me as evidence to who is coming through for their person. However, I have to have the frame of reference through my experiences for them to access the part of my mind to show me what they want. Food has always been something on my mind for my whole life since I suffered from Spiritual Food Addiction, more about that another time. Spirit can trigger me to think of their favorite food or even crave that food. Their person can confirm that food. It’s just a little extra piece of evidence that I can provide the living to show them it’s their loved one. If I don’t have a particular reference in my head for Spirit to access, I can do automatic writing or just simply ask Spirit to show me what I need to know before the reading. Throughout my day, people’s names, cars, songs, shows, colors, animals, dates, almost anything will be shown to me. I know it’s something I should pay attention to because my vision will focus sharply and it kind of plays in slow motion or I’ll hear something like a name said louder than it should have been. For example, the day of a Psychic Night Party, I ran into a ex-coworker that had his dog with him in the car. I was eating lunch, but had to go pet the dog. I was drawn to her. I flipped over her name tag and it read, “Hazel.” What a pretty name I thought. Later that night, I was reading a friend of mine and started seeing in my mind old black and white pictures. I started describing people in the pictures that my friend wasn’t sure who they were. Then she remembers that on her phone she had a bunch of pictures of distant relatives that she had taken from a photo album that another family member had. I had described a man with brown shoes and short pants. She showed me the picture on her phone and that was exactly the person I saw in my mind. Then I saw a woman standing next to a child with a scarf. My friend showed me that picture too and guess what that relatives name was, Hazel and she was her Great, Great Grandmother. Spirit will always give me things that I need to know that I couldn’t have known or looked up. It’s the little details that they show me in my mind that connect them to you through me. It would be easy to assume that since it was my friend that I would know her relatives. Ask yourself, do you know all of your friends families? I don’t either. In that case with my friend it was the child with the scarf and the short pants that those two Spirits showed me. How would I know that unless they showed me? Yeah, it amazes me too.
The one thing that Steve and I didn’t have in common or that Cheryl could reference was true love. In a way that night when I signed up for the dating site, somewhere deep inside me I was looking for that love too. I got to really feel how she felt for him which was a gift that I can’t thank her enough for. I do my best to keep my readings to people that book appointments and not so much out there in the general public so I can hopefully avoid situations like Steve and Cheryl. I’m still single, but I’m not giving up on finding my own love. Not a chance.
Keep it Juicy! Love ya Spirit!