The Mentalist and the Medium

By Debbie Osborn and Fred Osborn

An autobiography of a Mentalist and a Medium describing the exciting, yet scary trials and tribulations along their path. The authors, Fred and Debbie Osborn, weave an astounding account of their lives together and as individuals. Their tales of close calls and miracles are sad, happy, funny, scary, and always entertaining. Join them on their lives' journey. In this book, the message that falls off the page is to become acquainted with your spirit guides and act on the hunches you feel. Upon reading the book, you will be reminded to listen… it can save your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781667855288

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The Mentalist and the Medium

©2022, Debbie Osborn

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

ISBN: 978-1-66785-527-1

ISBN eBook: 978-1-66785-528-8

Dedication

I send my appreciation to eight beautiful souls that have allowed me to either learn, teach, or share my life alongside them. I wish to thank you all for being there for me in my life when I needed you the most. So many people have worked with me on my journey that I can’t just narrow my thank you to only one person.

First, my mother, Doris Stone, as busy as her life always was, helped me to never give up when I first started writing in my high school years. When I was stumped, not knowing what to write about, she knew exactly what to say to help get my creative juices flowing. Thanks, Mom, for working with me then and now that you’ve passed to the other side. I still appreciate your advice when you choose to give it.

Another woman who got me started on my energy healing path was Joyce Morris. I am forever grateful that you shared your pure techniques and knowledge with me. Although you passed a few years after you taught me Reiki level #1, I’m sure you’re smiling from above, seeing how I’ve grown since we first met those many years ago. I am grateful and indebted to you forever. Thank you, Joyce. I’ll never forget you. You taught with much integrity.

One of my mentors that helped me build my confidence and expertise while always reminding me to remain humble is Reverend Charlene Robbins, an extremely gifted Psychic/Medium. Thank you, Charlene, for always having the patience that allowed me to open up and accept my abilities in my own time. You taught me to trust the information I was receiving and always follow exactly what my gut told me. I can’t say enough about what a beautiful person you are.

Another mentor that took me under her wing and started up a psychic class right when I needed to learn everything I could is Reverend Denise Knott. Thank you so much, Reverend Denise, for being an extremely open-minded teacher allowing me to become the best I possibly could be. I appreciated how you allowed me to use my healing styles at your monthly church services. I know at times my channeled tonal healing could probably be heard in the parking lot, but you allowed me to blossom and become what I was put on this earth to do. I will always be grateful to you for that. Thank you so much for seeing me for who I really am.

Another wonderful human being wanting to learn as much as she possibly could is Shannon Dunlap. She was in the very first class we ever taught when we arrived in Cottonwood, Arizona. Thank you, Shannon, for always listening, paying attention, and using what you were learning. It was a pleasure sharing what we knew with you. It truly was a joy watching your development from beginning to end. We’re sorry it’s taken us so long to write the book you suggested we should write about 13 years ago. Thank you for allowing your light to shine, showing what a beautiful person you are inside and out. It was a pleasure working with you. Can you believe it? We did it…We finally did it. We got our book written.

I cannot forget to thank someone we met through a customer, Charles Filius, who came to one of our events hoping to connect with his friend who had passed three months before we met him. The person I’m referring to is the Likeable, Loveable, Leigh. We never knew how much our lives were going to be forever changed after being introduced to her. She accepted us willingly with no questions asked. She is having a tremendous impact on our lives even to this day. So much so that in the last chapter of this book, we were guided to tell a story about something she made possible. That’s just the incredible soul she is. Don’t ever doubt what our friends and loved ones are capable of doing from the other side. It’s truly incredible. Leigh, it is wonderful to have become friends with you and to have you watching our backs always. We love you dearly. You are truly an unforgettable soul. You will always be remembered and close to our hearts.

This next person, Jane Iddings, gave me the final push that was needed to get me to realize that sometimes our lives really do need to be revealed to others. I remember the day I found out you were offering a memoir writing class to Pine Shadows residents. I knew I needed to take your class to at least start my book that I’d put off for literally 13 years. I knew your mentoring would help me immeasurably. Your class would help to ignite the flame in my/our souls to move us along to complete the book. I am so glad you decided to do this in spite of no monetary gain on your end. Please understand, you’ve given this group something beyond words that can never be taken away from any of us, such as patience, understanding, guidance, friendship, and mentoring in one of the darkest times of our lives during the Covid-19 pandemic. You came to help us in our time of need. Thank You for Your Selfless Act of Giving What Was Needed in Such a Time We All Felt Abandoned and Lost.

Finally, I want to thank my husband, Fred, for always being close by my side. Whether he’s been helping lug band equipment, or working alongside me at Mutual of New York, or working side by side with me on our spiritual journey together. His job guiding me has not been easy, at times, with him dealing with a stubborn Taurus such as myself, he’s always taken his job as my Earth Angel Guide extremely seriously. You have always gotten me to the finish line in spite of my resistance. Thanks, Honey, for never giving up on me. If not for you, I wouldn’t have completed my/our life story. I love you dearly. Always stay the same, never change. You’re perfect just the way you are.

THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: TRUSTING OTHERS IS HARD

Chapter 2: I’M LISTENING

Chapter 3: A MOTHER’S INTUITION

Chapter 4: RE-PROGRAMMING: TO GET TO THE TRUTH

Chapter 5: DEJA VU

Chapter 6: DO I GO, OR SHOULD I STAY?

Chapter 7: DREAMING

Chapter 8: LIFE THROWS A CURVE

Chapter 9: A PUSH IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Chapter 10: HEALING ANIMALS

Chapter 11: SHEEPHERDING HEALING TRANSFORMATION

Chapter 12: PSYCHIC SURGERY

Chapter 13: MARY’S HEALING JOURNEY

Chapter 14: INTRODUCTION TO MEDIUMSHIP

Chapter 15: MY DEAD UNCLE THE JOKESTER

Chapter 16: FRED GOES WOO WOO

Chapter 17: THE RUSSIAN BALLET

Chapter 18: THE MUCKLANDS

Chapter 19: FRED, WE’RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

Chapter 20: TRIPLE-A OR ANGELS, YOU BE THE JUDGE

Chapter 21: FRED’S INTRODUCTION TO HYPNOSIS

Chapter 22: DEBBIE’S PHOBIA RELEASE

Chapter 23: THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME

Chapter 24: CHANNELING CLASS IN ALBANY, N.Y.

Chapter 25: FROM STUDENT TO TEACHER

Chapter 26: FLASHBACK TO LEVEL 1 TRAINING

Chapter 27: OUR STUDENTS

Chapter 28: BILLETS

Chapter 29: BEING DISCREET

Chapter 30: THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES-PART 1

Chapter 31: BIZARRE PSYCHIC HAPPENING

Chapter 32: THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES-PART 2

Chapter 33: THE ALBANY GHOST GAS STATION

Chapter 34: ARE YOU CRAZY, MISTER?

Chapter 35: ONE FINAL FLASH GOOD-BYE

Chapter 36: IS THERE A COMIC IN THE HOUSE?

Chapter 37: SUSIE AND MY MOTHER GUIDING ME

Chapter 38: MY MENTOR, REVEREND DENISE KNOTT

Chapter 39: SUSIE TO THE RESCUE

Chapter 40: ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Chapter 41: ARE YOU LISTENING?

Chapter 42: SUSIE’S DOUBLE

Chapter 43: I’D BETTER DRIVE

Chapter 44: DO YOU FEEL WHAT I FEEL?

Chapter 45: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT I DON’T ALREADY KNOW?

Chapter 46: STEPPING OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE

Chapter 47: DEDICATION TO BOOKMAN,BOB CANINO

Chapter 48: LIFE ON THE FARM

Chapter 49: AS TWEETY SAYS, FWEE AT WAST

Chapter 50: LORD! ARE YOU OUT HERE IN THE DARK?

Chapter 51: SOME ENCHANTED EVENING

Chapter 52: WE’RE HAVING A SEARS’ DAY SALE

Chapter 53: THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING

Chapter 54: WORKING SIDE BY SIDE

Chapter 55: LEARNING TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION

Chapter 56: MEDITATION BLACK DOG

Chapter 57: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

Chapter 58: WHO SAID ANIMALS AREN’T TELEPATHIC?

Chapter 59: GRANDMA’S WORDS OF WISDOM

Chapter 60: MAYBE THAT EXPLAINS IT!

Chapter 61: A PSYCHIC FAMILY?

Chapter 62: PATTERNS

Chapter 63: ME, MEDICAL OR MENTAL? YOU DECIDE

Chapter 64: MOMMA NEVER SAID THERE’D BE DAYS LIKE THIS!

Chapter 65: NO STONE LEFT UNTURNED

Chapter 66: STRANGE HAPPENINGS

Chapter 67: I’M NOT ALWAYS RIGHT!

Chapter 68: A SEED IS PLANTED AND CULTIVATED

Chapter 69: A SAD, BUT INTERESTING PERIOD

Chapter 70: OH NO! WHAT NEXT!?!

Chapter 71: WE’RE ON OUR WAY

Chapter 72: AT LAST, DRED’S COMING OUT

Chapter 73: LEAVE MY BABIES ALONE

Chapter 74: MUSIC HAS NO BOUNDARIES

Chapter 75: SEDONA CALLS

Chapter 76: LEIGH INTRODUCES HERSELF

Chapter 77: ANGELS WE HEARD ON HIGH

Chapter 78: ANDY IS NOW PAIN FREE

Chapter 79: SCARED SH--LESS

Chapter 80: TIME TO EXPAND

Chapter 81: HERSHEY

Chapter 82: INSTANTANEOUSLY HEALED

Chapter 83: SPIRIT PEOPLE CAN BE SO INFLUENTIAL

Chapter 84: BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

Chapter 85: MOM’S CELEBRATION OF LIFE SERVICE

Chapter 86: A CALLING OVERSEAS

Chapter 87: A SHAMAN IN THE POST OFFICE?

Chapter 88: OUT OF NOWHERE

Chapter 89: WRONG WAY DRIVER

Chapter 90: ALL OF A SUDDEN

Chapter 91: I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW

Chapter 92: CONNECTIONS

Afterword

About the Authors

Introduction

We always assumed our lives were like everyone else’s. Upon finishing this book, Fred and I realize we have had something exceptional take place. It has been so unique that others may not have been privy to it. Our lives have been remarkable, quite the ‘ride.’ It has been a pleasure taking you all on our journey, from start to finish, to see exactly how far we have come to become who we are today with whatever flaws we still may have. Thanks for allowing us to share our life stories with you. It’s been a real pleasure. Enjoy our stories as we take you through a wild ride of reality, whether they’re sad, happy, funny, or scary. You will find it is always entertaining and inspiring to come along with us as we navigate through our life experiences with you. Just remember these are facts of true-life happenings, not made-up stories, of what has occurred to us. Realizing all that we’ve been through is mind blowing.

THIS BOOK IS A COMPILATION OF OUR MEMOIRS. THE STORIES WE HAVE TOLD ACTUALLY HAPPENED. A FEW NAMES WERE CHANGED TO ALLOW PEOPLE THEIR PRIVACY. THE DIALOGUE IS WHAT WE REMEMBER TO HAVE TAKEN PLACE.

PART ONE

Debbie

Chapter 1

TRUSTING OTHERS IS HARD

So, you think the life of a Psychic is smooth sailing? Read on. I grew up on a farm on the outskirts of Syracuse, N.Y. A little town on the north side of the city called Kirkville. I lived in the rural area and was one of the last stops on my bus route every afternoon when I returned home from school. The school I attended at age 5 was a little one-room-schoolhouse painted white. It looked like something out of the 30s or 40s. I guess they didn’t want to waste the resources on building separate schools for the different age groups of the students. At this point, we are in the fifties, and things have progressed since the days when my parents went to school, but I imagined they attended the same type of school I was attending.

My parents had given me a sweet little doll. Her name was Joycey. She came in a pink plastic carryall-carrier. I truly loved playing with her. She was my favorite toy and my daily companion. I was the youngest of seven children, and my brothers and sisters had their own agendas which most of the time didn’t include me, so it was nice to have a playmate. For the life of me, I don’t know why I brought her with me to school that day, but I would soon find out that was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. At school, there was a place where we hung our coats, our hats, and placed our boots and umbrellas so they would be out of the way. There were no lockers where we could put our personal items and lock them to keep them out of harm’s way. I don’t think that was something back then that was a big concern like it is today. Since we weren’t allowed to bring any of our playthings into the main room, I left Joycey in her carrier up on a shelf as high as I could reach to keep her safe. Much to my surprise, when I returned in the early afternoon to retrieve her, I opened the pink plastic case of her carrier and was shocked to notice Joycey wasn’t there. I searched the coatroom thoroughly, but to my surprise, she was nowhere to be found. I was learning firsthand at such an early age of 5 that not everyone had the integrity that my parents had instilled in me, and this is where trusting others is hard became a reality for me. No one seemed to know where my doll had disappeared to. I returned home empty-handed. I really couldn’t understand why this had happened to me. I was heartbroken.

Since then, I’ve learned when we reincarnate into each lifetime, there are specific lessons we bring in to help us learn how to love or forgive others. My whole life I’ve wondered what the lesson was behind my experience of losing Joycey. When I decided to choose this story for my memoir, it brought me back to 2/21/97, when I was at a psychic fair in North Syracuse, N.Y. I decided to have J. Lee Hall do a past life portrait for me, which I had picked the option of having her sketch 5-6 past lives on the same paper. She made a taped recording to go along with it, explaining each life I had lived. She was truly amazing. I had seen her at other fairs before but never was able to have her work with me. For some reason today was different. I was compelled to set up an appointment with her. When I attended these fairs, I went with the intention of learning as much as I possibly could about any of the psychic arts. I didn’t realize the impact that this was going to have on me. I learned so much about myself that day. It helped me realize why I am the way I am and what an adventure it could be to change some of my ways to become an even better person.

One of the past lives she told me about that day seemed to haunt me as I started writing my story today. As it repeats itself, over and over in my mind, I realize that it relates to my current life, and that’s why I need to share it in this story. It helps me understand that if we don’t clear an issue from our past, it keeps happening, repeatedly in some form, until we take time to clear it from our psyche.

One of the lifetimes I learned about from J. Lee Hall, I knew nothing about in this lifetime, was when I was a little Native American girl around 5 or 6 years old. I was traveling with my tribe going cross country from the Southeast United States to Oklahoma, attempting to reach there safely in the dead of winter of 1830-1850. We were traveling because of what was known as the Indian Removal Act,¹ which included tribes from 9 states Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma, North Carolina, Kentucky, and Florida. We were all forced by the federal government to relocate. As a result, we walked hundreds of miles to a specially designated Indian Territory across the Mississippi River, which is now Oklahoma. Some of us were bound in chains. We had no food, supplies, or other help from the government. Because so many lost their lives during this horribly difficult journey, it is referred to as The Trail of Tears. For me, I know it’s true that I had this terrible experience because it’s so deep within my soul that I can’t even read about it without a flood of tears streaming down my face. My heart aches from this inhumane act that took place in the early history of our country. It’s as though it just happened to me yesterday. This psychic/artist’s drawing depicted it all in my sad expressions as tears were flowing down my face. It showed me looking in amazement and with horror on my face and tears in my eyes as I watched my people getting slaughtered right along with our horses as the army ushered us along the way. Thousands of us were dropping like flies needlessly. J. Lee Hall captures the look of astonishment on my little 5-year-old face of not being able to believe and understand what is taking place. I died at this early age, along with many others never making it to our new destination as planned. This journey has been named The Trail of Tears for all the people that were lost along the way.

I feel I had a reoccurrence of that same 5-6 years of age experience in my current life when my doll was stolen at school. For me, it was an extremely traumatic experience. When I look at it as a learning experience for this lifetime, I feel the lesson I need to learn is that I’m supposed to trust and forgive people in spite of the horrible things they may do to others. I shouldn’t ever do that to another living soul no matter what. Hopefully, I’ve learned the lesson because I certainly do not want to experience any variation of this ever again.

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1 Cherokee, Chickasaw, Muscogee (Creek) Nation Tribes Source: www.History.com

Chapter 2

I’M LISTENING

There’s a misconception about the word psychic. Everyone thinks it’s as easy as pie becoming, being, and following the regimen of the spiritual path. Once you start, there’s no turning back. Not all of us have had the luxury of being psychic since birth or at least being aware of it. My guides must have had to work an awful lot of overtime. I did have an extremely scary incident happen when I was around eight years of age. My girlfriend Sandy and I had gone roller skating for the night. My mother had dropped us off like usual. She always would drop us off and then come and pick us up when we finished skating. She had a habit of being late all the time, though. This night was no different. The roller-skating rink had shut off all their lights, and the workers had left for the night. It was around 10:30 or 11:00 p.m., so it was pitch black outside. There was only one small streetlight in the parking lot. We were standing there in the darkness, waiting to be picked up. All of a sudden, a car pulled into the parking lot. We realized it wasn’t my mother. My girlfriend was a nice person but had a tendency to be afraid of everything. This time I found myself following her lead.

When I look back, I realize we had many people on the other side watching over and protecting us from danger. What happened next is what scary movies are made of. The man in the car was trying to get us to come over to his window. I know now that would have been our demise if we had. For some strange reason, I feel today it would be recognized as being intuitive that my guides and loved ones in spirit wanted me to know that this time my girlfriend was right, and I should do as she was doing. I found myself not moving forward to his command but staying a long way back away from his car. He was doing and saying everything he could to get us to get into his car with him. We kept telling him my mother was on her way and would be right there. The road that the roller-skating rink was on was not that busy at that time of night.

When I think about that event, it terrifies me because of what he was trying to do. We stood firm and would not do as he asked. He wanted us to get close to his car window. I’m sure he could tell we were terrified. Back then, I don’t remember having to worry about these types of things like we do today, but I guess there were predators even back then. It just wasn’t talked about or even put on the 11:00 p.m. news. We were learning firsthand something that could mean the difference between going to our senior balls or maybe not seeing the light of another day. Back then, we didn’t have cell phones with the luxury of calling and finding out when my mother would arrive or calling 911 for help. It didn’t exist. I don’t ever remember being told by my parents that I had to be worried about strangers. Maybe I had been, but when this was taking place, I knew something wasn’t right, and if I could have, I would have run just as fast and as far away as possible. Finally, what seemed like a lifetime later, my mother pulled into the driveway. I could have sworn his car went flying out of the parking lot. When he saw her pull in, he must have pulled out and waited on the side of the street until we pulled out. We proceeded to get into her car and tell her what was happening. My mother was a smart, level-headed woman. She pulled out of the parking lot and turned in the opposite direction than we should be going, and this guy pulled out right behind her. He had to have been waiting for us. So, here we are, and he’s now following us. All of a sudden, she turned right and headed directly into a police station parking lot. Then he flew past her and tore out of their parking lot. I guess that was enough for him to know she meant business. He was finally gone out of our lives. I look back on that incident quite often and realize exactly how serious it was. When I think of what could have happened to my girlfriend and myself, it makes me shiver. So, do I know that Angels and loved ones and guides on the other side watch over us? You better believe I do. My experience is proof that it’s true.

Chapter 3

A MOTHER’S INTUITION

I know I’m one who had to work to re-remember, my husband says, the gifts I was born with and carried over from many lifetimes. I had quite a bit of baggage that needed to be removed from my psyche before I could even get to the point of being able to help anyone, let alone myself, evolve. As I sit here typing this book, my mother comes forward from the other side to remind me to let you all know how psychic she was. My husband always told me that my mother was more like a grandmother in relationship to me because of her age. That’s because I’m always whining and regretting the fact I never knew or had the beautiful experience