Forum Part 1
I have the most incredible job in the world. Who can say their job is to communicate with heaven for all of you. Who puts that on their resume. Then the splendor of my daily rollercoaster begins. I have no idea how the ride will go other than exciting. Here is a day in the life of Eric Leigh-Pink.
I just completed the first reading of the morning, so I burn sage to remove all the energy I just consumed. Sage clears energies. Its function is a resetting of all things. As soon as the sage fills the room, I open the door a bit to let it air out. With my eyes closed, I can feel the spiritual energy leave my body. I can feel the empty shell I am. Then I burn Lavender or Myrrh. I feel the energy return but purified. Then in the most magical splendor, the room fills with pools of this beautiful energy that looks like crystal clear water with a shimmer. It moves in multiple swirls within the room. This is what fuels the reading. There is one corner space that has what I can only describe as a fountain that pours spiritual energy down. It feels incredible. I see it as sparkling water with an unusual bright glow. The heavens are filled with this energy. Without it, the information will not flow. I sit under this fountain and allow the power to pour down on me. It moves like a water fountain splashing on me. While it pours, I can feel myself bob up and down. Vibrations, as they say. Then a jolting flash of light. Marcus begins the same way every single time. “Are you ready?” I, in turn, nod.
A flood of random information comes through. These are all the puzzle pieces of your entire reading. The information will come in completely random.
An image of an axe pops up. Then an echoing voice, “I told her! I told you!” A visual of a leprechaun smiling, then winking, A graphic of flames burning. Visual of a mic dropping. Then this meditation before the reading ended with a visual of lightning crashing. The fountain of energy begins to drip now as it has filled the room slowly like a swirling floor fog.
Lightning represents God. To see it is to say; God was there. Like a child on Christmas Day, I am excited to see how this plays out. There is no greater symbol to see. It perfectly reflects his will. Lightning is an unstoppable force of pure power. Illuminating everything, it comes in a flash and leaves just as quickly, always leaving you in doubt. Was God there? Like a father not wanting to intrude on their children’s moment, our creator quickly helps and quickly steps back.
Now I move to the opposite chair. This is my everyday work chair with candles, trays for the sage, the books I write in, multiple cups, and my toy ducks. As I sit, all the spirits start arriving, like a convention forming. Introductions are happening. Your guides, my client’s deceased family, meet my guides, discussing what will take place. The order in which they will talk. The process will unfold. It’s as if your relatives were on tour and my guides are hosting the tour.
Fun Fact: they make this an event. I mean, sometimes there are other Spirits just hanging out to see these unique circumstances play out. Yes, we have an audience watching from the Spiritual realm; it at times has a party atmosphere. Think about it. It is a reunion of past individuals, and they’re going to enjoy themselves.
As the clock ticks to the phone call, then Marcus occupies the fountain chair. All the other Spirits stand in one corner. If needed, the fourth corner is occupied by ‘guard spirits’. That is very rare, though. It does happen, you would love to see Uncle Bill, but he was a very bad man in life. The spiritual realm isn’t like here; there, everything dark is under the thumb of heaven. So the guards hold the role of a security force.
Marcus puts up his finger when we are ready. Then I call. I have a book in front of me with a pen readily available for everything that is about to happen.
Fun Fact: When your meditating, focus on nothing. It is true they could read the signals of our brainwaves, see what we are focusing on, or you could have an open book in front of you, write your questions and leave it for Spirit to read with their eyes. Much more simple.
“Hi, is this John? My name is Eric Leigh-Pink. Are you ready for your reading? The first thing I will do is give the spirits the floor, let them tell you what they feel you need to know, and if we have time, we will get to the questions. I know we only have 30 minutes so that I will speak fast.”
“I had questions about my wife?” John said.
Marcus quickly points to his wrist. As if implying stick to the process and watch the time.
“Hi John, let’s just try it their way.. see what happens, ok.”
“Ok,” he said, slightly concerned. Then, with such splendor, the energy begins to move, like water swirling and fire dancing. The orchestra is now playing. The spirits begin to float around. I close my eyes, and the visual begins. Here we go. It literally feels like a rollercoaster setting off.
Sometimes the client feels it. Especially in-person readings, when the energy rises, they will say, “Did you feel that?” and I will smile, thinking you have no idea.
Then I close my eyes. At first, I see the blackness behind my eyes. Then I see mist like the air right before the rain as you drive. It forms into gas like structures of light, like heat from a barbecue but much more colorful. At this moment, the energy splashes against me, and it feels so awesome, like standing on a shoreline and a wave consuming you. There is a sudden crackling / electric sound. Then I am in a tunnel. The same tunnel every time. There is an odd glimmer to the ground. I always put my fingers on this ancient wall for luck. I walk down the tunnel into a beautiful light. So warm. I always wondered if the tunnel was a real place or in my mind? It is always exactly the same.
Then the vision begins. The visions move at a hyperbolic state, with speed. Try and imagine seeing something just slightly on fast forward. Or slices of information sliced like bread.
I had a visual of an oven door. Michelle and Marcus, who are my guides for this specific reading, examine the oven, open it, stick their heads inside. “Sorry, there is no bun in here.. maybe later?”
Fun Fact: We haven’t talked about this at all, but Michelle is my better half, my soulmate. A conversation for another day.
Then a booming voice interrupts us. “Where there is a will… life finds its way.”
Let me explain the process here. There are always two, perhaps three Spirits representing us in reading. Marcus is in charge of readings, so his role is that of a director or conductor. Michelle will be assisting in this process. If we don’t understand something, she will find an alternate message, normally in the form of a voice. Macabe, our boss, which we don’t see, is most likely the booming voice, observing from afar. Ensuring the overall ship is sailing the right way.
Then it fades to black. I had a visual I was walking down a hall. Everything was like a black and white movie. On the wall was a set of pictures. The child in all the portraits was in color. It was the only thing in color in the entire house. Then it shifted to show me standing in the Sedona desert. This is where I would first cross paths with my creator, so its significance is clear. Then lightning everywhere lit up the night sky. God was here, in this person’s life! Standing next to them! Then the visual shifted to show a college-aged man jump into a large body of water and pull someone up who was unconscious. Then the visual shifted to show the shadow of a very fit man dressed as a firefighter. Smoke billowed everywhere. He then swung a large ax at the door, again and again. Then I floated up like a balloon until I was outside.
Fun Fact: The view of a Spirit is 360 degrees. It takes a bit of visual adjustment to do this job.
The building was on fire. I looked to see this large city from the skyline. Then boom, one large bolt of lightning came crashing down. The visual shifted to show that same firefighter race through smoke carrying an injured woman. Then it faded to black.
It’s important to understand I can feel the warmth of the fire, the breeze of the sky as I look down from the clouds, the smell of ash, I can smell the chlorine right before he jumped into the pool. It really does feel like I am there. In one reading, I actually became seasick; the reading was for a sailor. I always cringe slightly when we talk about your health because the best way to interpret one’s health problems is to feel it.
Then the visual shifted to show the Price is Right game playing. This is where our rollercoaster shifts direction. I was literally on the stage floor with Bob Barker holding his mic. Bob looked good! But I was a ghost just observing.
“Lep, welcome back, friend. You have three doors to choose from. Which one do you choose?” Bob said in his awesome voice. Smiling at a Leprechaun?
I turned around to see the oddest thing. A leprechaun was playing the Price is Right and choosing a door? Lep gave it some thought and pointed to the middle door. There was a huge, almost stadium-like crowd clapping. Boom! All this confetti shot through the door. The Leprechaun bounced up and down wildly, the crowd cheered. Then Bob went up and congratulated the Leprechaun. Then two young individuals rolled out gold bars on a tray. Then the visual shifted to show the floor of a stage. A woman walked to the center of a stage, stood in the middle of the stage, and dropped the mic.
Then before the visual was finished, before I saw the end, I felt this pullback, followed by John’s voice.
“Excuse me, are you there?” John said
Was he seriously interrupting my Picasso piece? It’s like interrupting a song playing, you can get it back, but it’s not the same. Now I have to start over. Who interrupts Picasso!
“John, please be patient. Give me a minute to hear what they have to say.”
“Oh, Ok,” he said
Then a Spirit takes center stage. I know this because a glow presents itself at the center of the room, politely demanding the stage. As the one in charge, I have to give her the green light, so I do. This means we aren’t concluding the Price is Right saga. But I give it to her all the same.
“I told her! I told her not to marry that loser! Didn’t I say that, honey?” I heard loudly, and I mean, this soul had to get that off her chest.
Then I had a visual of an older woman with the thickest glasses cooking a large pot of soup in what looked like an industrial kitchen.
“Do you want some chicken noodle soup?” She said with a cute smile.
All of the windows have fog on the other side. Thick heavy fog. This clarifies I am talking to a real soul. This person isn’t just a symbol.
Then it shifts back to Marcus. My eyes shift around a bit, then I come back to earth. I begin explaining the details of each visual to John, followed by my interpretation.
I have been making World Predictions for about a decade now and consider myself a novice. Readings, on the other hand, have been going since I was a teenager, I have done this so many times that the symbols are consistently familiar. Let’s put it this way the Leprechaun and I are on a first-name basis.
“Ok, so those are the messages, John let me give you my interpretation. Let’s start with the first message. I am sorry to say; if you were looking for a baby, it’s not right now. It is coming through.
It’s that next message that is so exciting. I am assuming they are talking about your child. He is going to be a hero of some kind. Seriously he is going to be a huge hero. (I find myself saying things repetitively in readings. I don’t know why. ) Wow. I am curious what does your son do for a living.”
“He is a firefighter in training,” John admitted.
Now we can talk about the firefighter prediction more, but I move on because it’s just 30 minutes.
“Ok.. the next message is luck—pure luck and success. I mean, wow, doors opening. A leprechaun and for a woman on the stage. I so want a message like that! Someone has success coming. Do you know what they are talking about? Does this make sense to you?”
I honestly have no idea what they are talking about. I give you what they say. My role here is that of an interpreter. Their language mixed into ours. I always find it amazing how they answer your questions in this manner.
John explains that his wife has plans to go back to acting. She wants to give it another chance. He is concerned about finances because her venture is affecting their money. The Spirits have countered with their own opinion, “The price is right.” Always look for hidden messages; they are always there. The odd messages are so fruitful. In this one message, they came to clarify multiple spots. For instance, the crowd was extra-large, Bob’s stage and another stage, all layered to reflect ‘acting’. Why so silly, though.
This is hard to explain; so much of what we do is so gritty, so rough, humanity can be so viciously cruel at times, and we seek out problems to solve. It’s a job that can be very emotional. As such, everyone always involved jokes and pokes fun. We try very hard to make it light and welcoming like the Television show Cheers. We do it because our work can be tough to see, especially the World Predictions and cases. This is why the work is presented in a light manner.
Then there is the lovely lady. I learn this is his mother. His sister is currently going through a nasty divorce. According to the story, she was never a fan of what is now an ex-husband. She worked at a soup kitchen and had serious issues with her eyes at the end of her life. It’s important that you understand; they are fixed on providing a message that I can understand. Most importantly, here is personality; this person was assertive, loud, passionate, and slightly rude—all features of the actual historical person. Your personality has direct ties to your soul.
“Can you look into my brother Joe?” John asked.
“I need his full name and age,” I asked.
Why do I need that? Why do I need to ask what time you were born? We need a focal point. We need something to focus our massive telescope at. Giving me a name and time simplifies that process; otherwise, we have to start over with the tunnel and warm light, glimmer, touching the wall, and time is ticking here, people.
Fun Fact: When my younger sister goes out on a date. I always say, “Make sure you get a full name and date of birth.” That way, I can make sure she isn’t dating some loser, and yes, that is clearly an abuse of my power, very tiny, though.
If you asked me to look into someone with just their first name like “Tim.” How many Tim’s are out there? We need the details. The more information I have, the more information you will have.
After giving his full name, I visualize a man getting into a car, a Volkswagen bus. His eyes were bloodshot in the mirror. He was clearly intoxicated. Then he raced off. Then the visual shifted to show flashing red and blue lights in the rear mirror. Then a visual of handcuffs coming out.
Now I explained to John, listen, your brother needs to be very careful, not driving under the influence or getting arrested. I was confident in the interpretation. But that’s not what happened. The brother’s car was stolen, the person who stole the car was a heavy drug user, and later the police found the vehicle and arrested the thief.
That is the consistent flaw of my work. You see, a Spirit looked at that future. Then they told your guides. Your guides told my guides. Then my guides communicate it to me. So you can see there is room for errors. If you received a reading from me, you know what I am talking about. That ever so slightly perfect prediction of your future with that one piece just a bit off. Now clearly, we could skip some steps, but that will never happen. No Spirit communicates with me without going through my guides first. It’s a barrier to ensure nothing evil crosses me, like shields surrounding me. When we make the World Predictions, we have guards outside protecting the house. These guards are Bruce Lee times ten. I try not to upset them. I have seen them in action; it’s a sight! To be clear, I am not expecting some grand battle out of Lord of the Rings; this is more about a force that doesn’t want me meddling in its affairs. We are throwing rocks at the house of everything wrong with this world or you. We do it while ensuring Dwayne Johnson is standing behind us.
Now we move on to the wrap-up. John, unfortunately, did not get many questions in. That is the unfortunate reality. I don’t have time to chit chat much with you. I want to ensure you get your messages, this lack of interaction between us is something I need to improve on.
“John, any last questions before I ask; is there anything else you need to know?”
“Go for it.” I think he gave up on questions
I closed my eyes. A band was playing like Mumford and Sons. We stood in a small pub with a stage. Marcus stood by my side. He handed me a gold key.
“Here is the key to all your problems.. because the reality is that you create so many of your own problems.. here is the answer to making your life so much better.”
Then with such beauty, everyone begins to dance with such exuberant joy. The room filled up with dancing, happy people. The band played with exuberance. People in the crowd stopped to toast their friends. Then the key turned into an envelope. I opened it. Right before I did, Marcus touched my hand, pausing me for a moment. “This message comes from the highest authority. All of this can be John’s.” Then he opened his arms, reflecting what John could have.
Then I opened it. It read; Be Humble.
After saying our goodbyes, I wrap up. This is where your family members say, “Thank you.” Some of them graciously go out of their way. Then we edit and critique our own work. Sometimes flow is an issue. Sometimes some interruptions affect the orchestra playing. Sometimes I forget a message. Today it’s one small correction. They point out how I should have emphasized the “middle door” that was important. Most of the time, I don’t know how the reading goes. Nor would I ask. I am here to give you their message. I serve them; my interest in their satisfaction. I am like the moon, only here to reflect their light in the darkness. It’s important that you understand I work for them, for heaven, and they will be represented to the best of my abilities. That trumps my human obligations.
I always imagine the World Predictions as a chummy band of Spirits and one pudgy human charging at a great hoard of beasts on our horses going to battle, all-knowing fully well the odds are against us. It’s us fighting the vilest creatures, and we are going to strike, giving it our all. Maybe just maybe we can pull this off and alter the future forever. What you might not recognize is if one domino falls, the others follow.
Readings are more like being invited to apple pie and tea at Grandmas and Grandpa. All so they can give you their opinion, their advice, their knowledge. “You know, dear. I think you should do this.” Once they start talking, it’s best you sip your tea and listen. No one is better equipped to advise than those who already achieved life; these are beings that already fought the trials life offers. They fought and won. So when I receive advice from our floating “grandparents,” I listen. Please make no mistake, though, our two works here are not the same.
Please share your experiences as a spiritualist, I would love to post it. I am going to give others one more day. Then I will post all of our different ways of providing Spiritual Personal Readings.
Questions? Comments? Here and now.
I leave you with a final message from Bea, who sets up all your readings before you speak to me. Use email! It isn’t very clear switching from email to Facebook, to texts, to Twitter. Please email us for all reading requests. That’s Bea’s two cents at our forum.
To set up a reading with Eric Leigh-Pink contact Bea at mailto:email@example.com
Thank you, M, P, and B for letting me use pieces of their readings.