Psychic Encounters, A Guide to Having Your Own Spirit Contact

By Irma Slage

Irma Slage features stories from living people who have contacted her to share paranormal events and experiences. These stories are tributes to just how close we can remain to our loved ones even after they have passed on. This book will help you answer questions about how to have your own psychic experiences. It will help you gain insight into knowing how these encounters effect your life.
This book explores the many ways people have had psychic experiences and how you can have your own. It answers questions such as: How do we get messages from the psychic world?
What are the different ways we have psychic experiences? What do we learn from firsthand experiences? How close are we to our deceased loved ones? How are we helped by our deceased loved ones? How do we have encounters from our pets, our feelings, our dreams and the buildings we live in? And more.
Over the past 30 plus years, Irma Slage has met many men, women and children of different faiths, ethnic backgrounds, ages, and professions who have told her about their psychic encounters. She knows most of the people quoted in this book and also she gave her account of some of the psychic experiences she has had personally.
Irma's psychic work has been covered in many major newspapers and on televisions and radio. She has been featured on NBC television numerously and led viewers on a psychic tour of the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose. She was asked to go with historians through many cities and homes giving psychic impressions in addition to private readings all over the globe.
Irma's experience in the past years has included lectures, private and group psychic sessions, and information given to police.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Irma Slage
• Release date: Apr 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476227412

Irma Slage

Over the past 30 plus years, Irma Slage has met many men, women and children of different faiths, ethnic backgrounds, ages, and professions who have told her about their psychic encounters. She knows most of the people quoted in this book and also she gave her account of some of the psychic experiences she has had personally. Irma's psychic work has been covered in many major newspapers and on televisions and radio. She has been featured on NBC television numerously and led viewers on a psychic tour of the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose. She was asked to go with historians through many cities and homes giving psychic impressions in addition to private readings all over the globe. Irma's experience in the past years has included lectures, private and group psychic sessions, and information given to police. Irma lives in California with her husband. She has two grown married children and three grandchildren.

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Psychic Encounterss

A Guide To Having Your

Own Spirit Ccntact

By

Irma Slage

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A Guide To Having Your

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Psychic Encounters

A Guide To Having Your Own Spirit Contact

Foreword

I’ve written about Irma Slage several times for the Bay Area Newspaper Group. My most recent column about her began: If you’ve seen a ghost, Irma Slage wants to hear from you.

Slage is a psychic and author. In her first book, Phases of Life After Death, she captures the words of departed souls through a technique called automatic writing, where the deceased are able to write their thoughts through a living person who is receptive and holds a pen to paper.

In this new book, Psychic Encounters, A guide to having your own spirit contact, she features stories from this side—from living people who have contacted her to share paranormal events and experiences. According to Slage, people who have passed away sometimes appear to us when there's an emotional reason for it. They feel the emotions of their loved ones and want to help.

Do I believe her? Yes, because my own mother has experienced two encounters with my deceased grandfather. And my mom, who comes from good Minnesota farming people, is not one to make up stories.

Slage can see deceased individuals and hear their voices as if they were in the physical world. She first discovered her ability in her 20s when she was cleaning her upstairs bathroom one January day in 1977. Her friend, Rose, was suddenly standing there asking Slage to call Rose's husband.

Two weeks later, she learned that on the day of the visit Rose had died from breast cancer, an illness she had concealed.

This was a turning point as Slage finally realized that the voices with which she had been speaking all her life were spirits. Until then, she thought everyone could hear voices in their minds.

Today Slage assists law enforcement and conducts psychic readings for individuals who wish to connect with deceased loved ones. She has been featured on NBC television and led viewers on a psychic tour of the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose.

In 2005, Slage gained national media attention when the mayor of the City of Ripon, California threatened to cancel library funding if Slage were allowed to speak.

With support from library patrons, and after The New York Times and the Los Angeles Times picked up the story, the library invited Slage to speak. Her appearance filled the library.

Enjoy this book. The stories and experiences are tributes to just how close we can remain to our loved ones, even after they have passed on.

Jim Ott

California English professor at Las Positas College

Columnist for Bay Area Newspaper Group

Co-host of Tri-Valley Community Televisions In A Word

Preface

I am touched by the many men, women and children of different faiths, ethnic backgrounds, ages, and professions, who have told me their psychic encounters throughout my many years of doing psychic work. As soon as they become aware that I am psychic and can talk to the dead, they want to tell me their stories and include pets, loved ones and spirits they don’t know. That is how this book came to be. I wanted others to read about all the ways that people have had psychic experiences; to help them recognize when and if they have had their own psychic experience; and to find comfort that our loved ones are not in the beyond but are still with us.

Through these stories, the following questions are answered: What is it like to have psychic experiences? What do we learn from firsthand experiences from the afterlife? Where does getting messages lead us in life, and how does it make us feel? How do we get messages from the beyond, and is it really so beyond? All of these questions are important to us because speaking to those whom we term as deceased is something we do every day, even if we are not aware of it.

Living in both worlds has become my life: the one we all live in and the one that remains a mystery until we one day live they’re ourselves. The experiences I have had have been invaluable.

My first psychic experience came when I was a child and heard voices in my mind. I just took it for granted because it happened all the time. I was always aware that people were around me whom I couldn’t see. I just knew they were there and felt comfort in having them with me. I felt their presence in all I did. I didn’t mention it to anyone, just as I wouldn’t ask anyone if they breathed. It never entered my mind that everyone didn’t have these same experiences.

Eventually I lost someone to death whom I knew and who was a friend. I saw her in my house; her name was Rose. I saw her as if she was in bodily form and watched her mouth move as she told me to call her husband. It was from that day, so long ago, that I realized the voices in my mind and the feelings that I had each day were not something that everyone experienced. My life took a new turn, and life and death took on a new meaning. I became fully aware that in talking to people who have died, I was experiencing first hand something some people didn’t believe especially in the mid-1970ʼs.

As I got older, I began losing more loved ones. In both seeing their faces before me and hearing their voices as they spoke to me, I had to believe that there was life after death.

It was even more than that. I began telling people things about their loved ones who had passed on that I couldn’t have normally known. I began giving messages from their loved ones that made people feel better and helped them find peace - words from beyond the grave. I told them that our loved ones are close to us, did not miss us because they were with us every day, and knew things that happened many years after they left earth. It was this direct communication that made me continue to give messages to people who asked for them.

Today, if I think of it, I find myself questioning which life is real - the one in bodily form, or the one on the other side where people were speaking through me to their loved ones sitting in front of me in tears. Speaking to the other side has helped me to not only help myself to see things in a more peaceful way but also to help others see it the same way, giving them an understanding that may lead to easing their unhappiness.

I have learned, after all these years, that the afterlife and life on earth influence each other. We are all together, and both our worlds are one. Our deceased loved ones are part of our lives, just as we will be part of those we leave behind as we go on our journey to the other side.

I want to thank my husband for putting up with my working on this book every day and for all the years he has helped me throughout my travels and talking to people. I also want to thank all the people who wrote to me telling their psychic stories. They made this book possible. Thanks to Jim Ott for being behind me not only in this endeavor but many others throughout the years. Thanks to Debbie Kogan my childhood friend for being there for me. Thanks to Deborah Dash, who gave me her invaluable help in the editing of this book. I couldn’t have done it without them.

IRMA SLAGE

Psychic counselor California

Public speaker

Chapter 1

My Psychic Encounters

I began life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I lived in the same house until I married. After that I lived in many different areas of the United States. I felt comfortable wherever I found myself. I never thought of these places as anything except the next place I had to be. I have learned through the years to believe that a coincidence is another word for psychic encounter. Here is an example.

When we moved from Syracuse, New York, to southern New Jersey, I felt sad that I was leaving my good friend, Rose, a person who was the closest thing to a sister that I ever had. It was a heartfelt farewell to my friend Rose, her husband and her children.

It was a cold day in Syracuse, with the wind-chill factor making it feel like 15 below zero, when the movers loaded up our furniture and we got in the car and drove hours to reach my mom’s house where we were staying. We finally got the furniture moved into our new home in New Jersey and had unpacked a good portion of the boxes when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw a short thin lady standing in front of me with short brown hair and a beaming smile. She said, Hello, I want to welcome you to the neighborhood. My name is Rose.

That began my long time friendship with Rose, who would change my life completely. My recognition of having psychic experiences began in that New Jersey house. I was a young wife and the mother of two small children, and the year was 1977. I lost someone I knew. The young woman, Rose, who rang my doorbell turned out to have had cancer and didn’t tell any one. To me, her death was sudden.

I was cleaning the upstairs of my house and saw her suddenly in my bathroom. I knew it was Rose, and I could see her mouth moving as she told me to call her husband. I did, and that is how I found out that Rose had died. I saw her again many times in her spirit form. She told me her son was having a birthday. It would be the first birthday she would miss. She had three sons, so when I saw her youngest boy outside playing, I asked him whose birthday it was. He told me it was his.

I knew Rose was with me all the time as I did things around my house. One of the many times I saw her in my kitchen, near my pantry door, I couldn’t stop myself from walking toward her and ultimately through her. It was as though my body was in forward motion and there was no brake.

For a couple of months, Rose would come to my house; and if I couldn’t find something, she would tell me where it was. It was wonderful. I could think of something I needed and go to a closet and it was like everything else in the closet would disappear and the thing I needed would be there for me to take.

From the moment I saw Rose, I knew there was another life waiting for us in another place. I knew that all the voices in my mind, and the people I saw and felt, were from the other side of what we call death. I knew that what I was experiencing was something that everyone didn’t experience and maybe didn’t believe. Who would think a place was really there for those who died to continue living?

Seeing Rose was so revealing that I stared for a long while out of my large living room window in my New Jersey home. I looked at the trees, the sky, the grass, and the street, and I thought to myself that everything looked the same, but things were far from the same for me. Nothing that I was experiencing would ever make things look the same for me again; my eyes and mind had been opened.

My first thought was to tell my parents. While sitting in their dining room, I told them of Rose and how I found out that she died. My mom was very interested, especially in the way I saw Rose first and then found out about her death. My mom was very supportive. As the years went by, she told me of her psychic experiences as people she loved passed on.

My mom told me how, when her brother died, she asked him to say something in her ear, and he said her name. When her sister’s husband died, my mom heard her sister call her name, Sophie. My mother looked at the clock. It was three o’clock in the morning. The next day she called her sister and asked if she had been calling out for her. Her sister told her that in her grief over her husband’s death, she called for my mother, and it was around the time my mother heard it. Her sister lived in Canada, about 3,000 miles away. In the psychic world, miles apart don’t mean anything. We are all one. The next time I saw my mother’s sister, she told me the story, too.

My dad, however, was not a believer. His advice was to tell me not to tell anyone outside of the house. He was probably right in saying not to tell anyone what I saw back in 1977. People didn’t talk about psychic experiences as they do today. It is more accepted now - or so I thought, until a mayor of a small town wouldn’t let me speak at a public library with the threat of taking away the library’s funding and the promised new, larger library. The year was 2005.

The small town pulled together, inspired by the president of the Friends of the Library, and ultimately I did speak to a standing- room-only crowd of about 145 people, and made the AP wire and the front page for months in the area’s major newspapers. It seems that there are people who still need to experience the other side firsthand, and there are still those who want us to only believe as they do. And there are still those who stand up for what they feel is right. We live in a very complicated world.

My life has changed since that day in 1977. I was, then and now, contacted by many spirits to help tell people that their loved ones are not gone, but in a different place. They want to tell their loved ones that they are there for the happy and sad times in their lives, and know things in a clearer way than before.

When I first realized I could do automatic writing, I wanted to get information for others. That way I could confirm that the answers were from the other side since I could not normally have known them.

It was Halloween when my next-door neighbor came to my house in Philadelphia. She asked me what I saw in my vision about her. I told her that I saw a man on his deathbed surrounded by his loved ones. It turned out that it was her grandmother, who had lost her hair. Her family had set up a hospital bed in her living room so she could be with them.

My friend then told me that she had a male friend who wanted to get a message from his deceased mother.

I wrote down the information, called him, and read him the letter. I asked him if it sounded like his mother. He was crying as he said, Yes.

He also asked questions about his live-in girlfriend and a move that he wanted to make.

Soon after, the live-in girlfriend's deceased husband came to visit me. He was upset and threatening. He told me not to give any more messages to the man on the phone. I thought about it and felt that something was not right. This male spirit knew something I did not. For this reason I decided not to call the man back.

For days after, I felt the male spirit watching me as I went through my daily routine. He knew I was not a threat, and I wanted to work with him. He told me that another man had shot him in the stomach, and that is how he died. He wanted to protect his wife from the person who lived with her now.

Years later, I found out that my neighbor left her husband, the man on the phone left his live-in girlfriend, and they married each other, and moved to California. I never heard from the male spirit again. This was the confirmation I needed to continue.

Although I first became aware that I could get messages from the other side, when I saw my friend Rose appear to me after death, as time went by, getting messages became easier. At first I used automatic writing, which I discovered I could do when my mom started writing with my hand after she died. I was sitting at my kitchen table writing a letter, and my hand started moving on its own, drawing the capital letter G all over the paper. I took it to my dad’s house and noticed that the letter G written on the paper was in the same handwriting as my mom’s. I took the paper out of my pocket, not knowing why I brought it with me, and compared it to my mom’s writing near the phone in her home. My letter G is completely different than that of my mom. To see the letter G matching perfectly with my mom’s letter G gave me goosebumps. Even with that, I wanted to make sure that it was not just me doing it somehow, so I turned on the television, picked up a pen, put a piece of paper on my lap and focused my eyes and all my attention on the television. I felt my hand move and the pen writing on the paper. After a few minutes, the pen stopped. Picking up the paper, I read these words: It is really me. I love you, Mom.

It gave me goosebumps. I get goosebumps when something happens that is very out of the ordinary. Sometimes I don’t know why and never do find out, like the time I went past a house while driving and got goosebumps and knew that something awful had happened. I didn’t pursue it and decided I didn’t really want to know. After all the things I have seen over the years, I realize that sometimes it is just better not to know every detail.

I still use automatic writing when people write me through email. When I do psychic sessions on the phone or in person, I hear and see visions in my mind, as told by Julie when I wrote to her after she emailed me her questions. Perhaps she also got goosebumps.

This is chilling! How did you receive this information? This is fascinating. I guess all everyone wants to know is that we don’t truly die when we leave this life. Thank you.

Julie, California

Sometimes the information is chilling to me also, which I felt when Gloria got back to me about the answers I gave her through email about her deceased father.

That was an interesting message. Thank you for a committed answer. My dad was a salesman early in his life, and he was afraid to die, as you said. His passing was indeed in the middle of a sentence. My dad went into the hospital suddenly, and I was away from home on a business trip. I was on the phone with him when he suddenly stopped talking. I found out that he had passed away while talking to me right in the middle of a sentence. My mother will soon join him. I know it will be a blessed reunion for them both.

Gloria, New York

A lot of information comes to me in the first five minutes of waking in the morning. We had just moved to a new city, and I felt I had to go to Castro Valley, California. I asked my husband how close Castro Valley was because I had never heard of it until that moment. I also got the name of streets to visit. I went on the Internet to find out how to drive to those streets. This is my interpretation of the reason for this information to come through and of what happened next.

Ted and I got in the car, and while driving to the streets, I asked the young spirit girl from whom I was getting the messages why we were going there. She said that I would find out. When we got to the street she had specified, we got out of the car, not knowing what we were to see, and walked around. We noticed an in-ground water tank. Not seeing too much else, we got in the car and drove down another one of the streets she mentioned. I knew that street was significant to the young spirit lady with us, but I didn’t know why and again wondered why we were there.

The next instruction from the deceased lady was to go to a nearby park. We parked and walked to a section of the park that had nothing on it but small hills and valleys. We stood there enjoying the view and thinking how nice it was. My husband and I enjoyed the beautiful summer day, but still did not understand why we were sent to these places in Castro Valley. I found out the next day when I went online.

I opened an email from Cheri, who told me about her young daughter who had recently died of cancer. The email was pretty long, and at the end she mentioned in passing that they used to live in Castro Valley. I got goosebumps. I wrote Cheri back telling her the complete story of where we went and what we saw in Castro Valley and that we did not understand why we were there until her email. She wrote back and said that not many people who live in Castro Valley know about that water tank, which told her that we had walked around the area. The street we drove was the street where her family, including her deceased daughter, lived while growing up. The park was shown to me because her daughter loved the hills and valleys that are there and the peacefulness that her daughter felt while looking at them.

A year later, I met Cheri in person when she came to see me and brought her mother for a psychic session. All that day, before they came, I was thinking about the rolling hills and how beautiful they were. When Cheri and her mother sat down with me at my house, it was the first thing I mentioned. Cheri looked at her mom and said, I told you about how Valerie loved the rolling hills just when we were on our way here, didn’t I? And her mother, as if in serious thought, said, Yes. That is the way our session began. Valerie, the young spirit lady, who sent me to Castro Valley, found a way to let all of us know that she was with us.

Cheri sent me an email to describe what led to her writing me and the timing of my encounter with Valerie.

In May 2001 the unthinkable happened: my 26-year-old daughter, Valerie, passed away from cancer. She was diagnosed just six and a half weeks prior to her death. She left behind a loving husband and a son who had just turned two years old the day before she passed.

After some time had gone by, I began wondering about where we go after we die and whether we communicate with those who have gone before us.

I turned to watching psychics on TV and reading as much as I could on the subject. I also yearned to be able to talk to a psychic in hopes of communicating with my daughter. I even checked into getting a reading from psychics I saw on TV, but the waiting lists were years long, and they were located far away.

On one of my trips to the local bookstore in search of new books on the subject I saw Irma Slage’s first book, Phases of Life After Death. I picked it up and noticed that it said something about a free psychic reading if you purchased her book.I also noticed that she lived locally, so I thought this could be my answer.

About halfway through Irma’s book, on a weekend, I considered emailing her for my free reading, but than I thought, I should wait until I finished her book. My waiting to write Irma was very significant. Within a few days I completed the book and finally emailed Irma. She responded by asking me to submit a few questions, which I did. Irma responded to my questions and I thanked her for her time and information on upcoming lectures. I let her know that we might be in her area as we were formerly from Castro Valley and still had family in the area.

She responded by asking if I lived anywhere near the Almond Reservoir in Castro Valley. I thought this was a little strange because this reservoir isn’t well known, nor is it a destination for anyone to visit. It’s just a small neighborhood water-storage facility near a place we had lived 14 years ago. It had been Valerie’s childhood home from the ages of two through fourteen.

On Irma’s end, she had woken up the previous weekend the weekend I referred to above - and told her husband that they needed to go to Castro Valley and gave him two street names. As Irma was still fairly new to the area, they checked the map and discovered it was close enough for them to go.

They drove around these two streets and also walked around the area but did not know why. Then, a few days later, I sent