My Glimpse of Heaven

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Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Amanda Thew. I grew up in Muskoka, Ontario with my family, including, my mother Bonnie Thew who is also a gifted Psychic Medium and my mentor. I am fondly known as Mystic Mandy Psychic Medium and I’m thrilled to be a third generation sharing my gifts with those that I meet. 

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What follows is an insight into me, my beliefs and how I came to be a full time Psychic and Palm reader.
Life can have strange twists and turns, I hope this both entertains and comforts you. 

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As a young adult, I struck out on my own in a career with racehorses. Horses have always been a part of my life, as my father had gifted me Chico at a young age and I was forever bonded   

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Though in the horse business I continued to use my gifts to guide me and others as I learned and grew. 

Throughout the years I have had many different experiences with spirit and being able to predict with accuracy the future. Truthfully though, I also had a terrible habit of not listening to my intuition. We all know that can and often leads to an unfortunate twist, one time though my twist is now my story on how I crossed over to have a glimpse of heaven. 

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For real.

 

Before I continue, I would like you to ask a few questions of yourself. 
Have you ever feared death?
Do you have a list of Someday I Will Do _______?  (I call this the back burner list)
How many of you have buried yourself in your work, or a friend’s troubles, only to avoid the troubles that were your own to make a priority?

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Well - That is where my story starts...

I had left my well-paying, horse racing career after 20yrs.  A job that I loved.
I spent my savings foolishly.
I had my ‘this could be the one’ relationship end.
The place I was living was sold from under me and my beloved Chico had to move again. For those that don’t know, moving an older horse is stressful at any time, so I was quite afraid I may lose him.  

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In a blink of an eye, my life was literally in upheaval. I was working two jobs that I hated, and then took on a third to cover the bills.  Bringing my average week to 80hrs or more. I did this, instead of just dealing with my troubles.

In hindsight, I can honestly say if I had stopped and listened to my body and my intuition both were trying to tell me to stop the insanity.  I woke up feeling rotten every day.  But no, I didn’t listen. 

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This is my first portion of advice: LISTEN TO YOUR BODY

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One day at my 7am to 4pm job, as I was finishing my shift, I coughed. Being that I have suffered Bronchitis for years, I knew that the terrible taste in my mouth meant.  I was sick. Dang it. That evening on my way to job number three, I decided to park my car and walk. It was only half a kilometer to the farm where Chico and I thought the fresh air might do me well. 

By the time I arrived, I was definitely not feeling better so I tracked down the boss to tell him I was ill, and was heading home to my Buckleys and a good night’s sleep;  I would be back tomorrow.

Within 3 hrs from the initial cough and speaking to my 3rd job I now sounded like I had a bull Frog in my throat. Not good. 

I proceeded straight home and to bed.  However, by 10pm until midnight I was up pacing the floor having difficulty breathing. I tried every home remedy known and had darn near drank a bottle of Buckleys.  

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Medical intervention necessary, I went off to emerg.  After several rounds of steroids through a Nebulizer, I could breathe again. I was released with a notepad worth of prescriptions to fill, an emergency inhaler and completely exhausted. 

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The drug store didn’t open till 8am and it was 3am. So, I decided to sneak home for some sleep before filling my scripts. The joke was on me.  I barely slept despite my efforts and now 11am was nearing. I was in serious distress. I called my friend to let her know I wasn’t going to make it to the farm to look after her horse and Chico. Knowing I never canceled, she immediately knew something was seriously wrong and prodded the situation.   I told her of the night prior and that I currently, was having serious trouble breathing. She came to mine, got me dressed and back to emerge I went.  

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What I didn’t know until much later was that if she hadn’t got me back to the hospital when she did, even an hour later, I would likely have been dead.

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The ER doctor admitted me and put me in quarantine.  Doctors could not explain what was causing all the trouble. They continued to pump me full of steroids in an effort to get the inflammation out of my lungs so I might breathe on my own, but nothing was working.

I was admitted to ICU and my family called.  

At this point seriously you would have thought I would wake up, But NOPE.

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As I lay there listening to the Doctor give my mother a lecture and telling her that they didn’t expect me to make it through another couple hours, a nurse came to put a second IV into me. She was an older lady who had been around the block a time or two. I asked her what the heck I needed another IV for, and offered to show her how to work the one I had in if she didn’t know how. 

It was now time for me to get a lecture.  She informed me that the second was a backup, for if/when the first one failed and they had a port ready to get the medication into me. In other words, to save me that they would have a second one ready to go to.  She also informed me that on a scale of 1 to 10   1 being dead and 10 running a marathon the next day I was at 0.5. Yup, ok time to listen sort of... Needless to say I let her put in the IV 

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More steroids and high doses of antibiotics, my condition continued to worsen. They came to tell me that I had two choices, one) a new breathing apparatus, that is basically life support minus the tube down one's throat, or2) to intubate and that I would not be able to be put under to do so.  I chose the apparatus. The best way to describe it is sticking a jellyfish to your face that forces air into you.  You really have no choice with the way it works. Being claustrophobic and in distress, believe me I don’t recommend this for a good time. 

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I remember thrashing and ripping it off several times but then.... I honestly don’t know what happened next. 

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Suddenly, I was peaceful. I was surrounded by beautiful fluffy clouds and the most amazing sunlight I had ever seen. It was incredibly bright and indescribably beautiful. I was no longer worried or afraid of anything, I was full of peace and joy.  I walked along a wide pathway of flat smooth marble stone slabs. Just full of joy, I can’t explain my joy. Finally, I came to a large door across my path.  It was white with an intricate handle that had a huge olive leaf on it. I remember taking the handle in my right hand and pounding as hard as I could  the door with my left, asking, beginning, demanding, to be let in.

I then heard a voice telling me NO that I had to go back. My work wasn’t done yet. 

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I came to in the ICU, with my mom and brother standing at my bed side.  My left hand was black and blue. And I was so very angry.  I couldn’t believe that I was back in that room.  When I asked the doctors and nurses what had happened all they would say was I had put in a rough night. Mysteriously, no one could tell me, or had answers as to what happened to my hand.

 I was there for another week and finally let out with orders to lay low,  but like a fool I didn’t listen I relapsed twice more before I finally said,  OK universe I get it.  I will slow down and look after myself.

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It was then that I decided to follow my calling. I transitioned from too many jobs and unhappiness to focusing on my instincts and becoming a full time psychic. Now, don’t read that as I don’t do other things that bring me joy.  I will always have a few horses in my life.

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I can’t explain what happened to me that night, nor will I try.  What I can say is this. If that was a Glimpse of Heaven, I am not afraid to die.  It is all that you may read about, all that others say they experienced. It was absolute bliss, worries are truly gone, a level of peace that is beyond words to explain. 

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Now,  my outlook on life is totally different. I take chances,  I do the bucket list,  no more backburners.
I journal and express gratitude.
I make vision boards and have a ton of joy in manifesting the items on it.
I take time for myself, and I delete the negative people in my life.
Life is truly short. I can say that.

My second portion of advice, stop complaining, stop wasting time on negative energy.  Get off your butt and get living. If you want change or things to be different in your life it is up to you to do it.
Not your friends, your family or your local psychic to make it happen, it all falls on you.

One of my favorite quotes is “What you think about, you bring about”.  If you want to keep giving yourself stuff to complain about, keep thinking that way you will surely get it. 
If you want joy, start thinking about all the amazing parts of life to be joyful about.

It is my sincere wish that all that this story touches brings you peace and reassurance.  Heaven is truly real, and life is truly short. Live your best life.

 

Love and Light,

Mystic Mandy