As many of you know, I have been a life-long Medium. I do not charge for any readings and I do not like to demonstrate those abilities in a “circus like” fashion, keeping quiet for the most part. I have worked on some cold cases, and have also done some genealogical research with a Historical Researcher, utilizing my abilities to help locate family members both deceased and alive. To-date, the researcher has 2 confirmed DNA matches, based on information I have given him from readings.
About this story…
Everyone who has come to me for a reading has been by reference through a friend, or someone whom I’ve helped over time. Helping those who grieve is what matters most to me. Simply said, I cannot put a price on that.
This past Saturday, an acquaintance of mine located in Upstate New York, had contacted me and asked me if I was picking up on anything unusual around her due to a situation that is transpiring in the Watervliet community. Already uneasy about something, I told her that I would wait a few days and get back to her on Monday, or Tuesday. This initial contact was established via Facebook.
Sunday night into Monday morning, I established spirit contact with a priest. I woke up and recorded the communication in my dream diary. It was approximately 6:20AM. In light of the severity of the communication, I digested things, had coffee coffee and went back to the dream diary at approximately 9:12 am, when I was a little more awake. The dates and times are available as recorded via the dream diary.
I also began to message my acquaintance in New York (about the spirit communication) at approximately 9:51AM, once I had finished recording the dream. The date and time stamps are printed out and saved, as well as are available via Facebook messaging, for reference.
As stated, the spirit who contacted me was a priest. He was associated with my friend in a very bonded, familial type of way. He gave me very specific details. I had no idea about she and her family’s relationship with this priest.
Via Facebook, I asked my friend several questions and also advised her that there was a very strong warning associated with this. I told her as much as there was a lot of good that came through, there was a lot of evil. There was a serious warning.
Throughout the late morning, she kept in contact with me and answered my questions. I was very concerned about who the priest was, by which we determined was the late Father Dominic “Emery” Parillo. Father Parillo had been her priest in Watervliet, N.Y., for several years. He was very close to her family and had baptized her young daughter back in 2006.
Many of the details that I recorded in my dream diary were validated by my friend (all prior to the Boston bombings). The one question that remained was; why was father Parillo giving the warning? It seemed more global versus personal, as in relationship to my friend.
The fact that Father Parillo showed me many things (that later took place at the Boston Marathon), I’ve spent the last two days agonizing over what to do, as he had three specific messages. One for the friend (who asked me to do the reading), another for two men (I believe to be actually family oriented). The third message was for his “home” community – and this is why I am sharing this with you.
As the diary details are recorded, and as my memory recalls very vividly with the communication, Father Parillo loved his hometown, his parish and his community, just as they loved him. The last part of his message has stuck with me, and I cannot shake it: He had me seated in front of a packed church while he conducted a very large funeral service. Again, all of this transpired and is documented prior to the events in Boston on the afternoon of Monday, April 15th, including the Facebook time and date stamp of messages between my friend and I.
Later Monday afternoon, my friend and I were able to reconnect while I was on my lunch break. It was right after the bombings had transpired; both of us were shocked. Although the warning fit the tragedy, we did not understand the relationship between Father Parillo and Boston.
I then “googled” Father Parillo, whereas I discovered the connection: Father Dominic “Emery” Parillo was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. He was ordained after going to university and held his first Mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, in east Boston. Later in his career he was transferred to Watervliet, New York, where he became the Pastor for OLoMC, in the city.
It was during this time that he became close to my friend’s family, and later baptized her daughter at St. Patrick’s Church. After retirement, he moved back to Boston where he died just last February, 2012. Father Parillo’s funeral service was held at St. Leonard’s church, in Boston. St. Leonard’s is very close to the bombing site. He was interred at Woodlawn Cemetery in Everett, MA. Once I messaged my friend with that information, she had realized that she had completely forgotten about the Boston connection
As for the message of hope and inspiration that came directly from Father Parillo, to the people at “home”:
His message was to be strong and that he loved his community and is still with them. I can tell you that this has been a life-changing situation for me. I have been shocked, and heartbroken by this tragedy, yet will always remain faithful and thankful that Father Parillo came through at the exact time when his beloved Boston would need him the most.
I don’t know what more to do to get his message out there, to his family, congregation and the city of Boston, but I will tell you that I will never forget this experience. My friend and I cried tears of pain for those who lost their lives and have been affected, as well as tears of joy for Father showing us both that he is still watching over the people of Boston, as well as those he loved, from above.
Understanding that this is a rather odd story, my dream diary is available for review, as are the messages on Facebook that have the time and date stamps which show the timeline and validate what I have shared with you. I would hope that you could relay this message to those who may have known Father Parillo, and to let everyone in Boston know that the journey DOES continue, even after after we leave the world physically. It may help to bring peace to some that are undoubtedly grappling with grief from this disaster.
Jill Marie Morris
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It can be rather frightening when someone encounters spirit energy in their home or business, but depending upon the type of energy and phenomenon that is occurring, it may not be so bad as one might think. As a matter of fact, even if energy is validated as present by team or psychic investigation, sometimes you just have to learn to get along with it/them.
Depending upon whether light or heavy imprints are present in the environment, clients can experience a broad range of startling, even unnerving paranormal activity. Tolerance to, and understanding of the cause is very important to bring a sense of comfort and peace to the residents. This can be done by a preliminary investigation and/or house reading, and providing the client with information that will lower the threshold of fear.
Clients need to be made aware of the different types of energies and spirits, and gently reassured that although they may indeed have a spirit present, that does not mean they are in need of boarding up the house and vacating it. They also do not have to add a Demonologist or Priest to the speed dial feature.
Rest assured, spirit energies coexist with us and most are not even aware of it. Consider most energies comfortable in the environment and a natural part of the Universal life cycle.
For those harmless spirits that inhabit certain locations; they are there because it is comfortable to them. Think of a spirit that dwells in a particular spot as how you would feel about a favorite vacation spot, or comfortable home that brings you pleasant memories. You like to return to these places, in the same manner as do spirits. Since most spirits are far older than we are at present, these areas are theirs – they roamed the halls and streets when we were just a twinkle in our parents’ eyes.
Another little known fact is that spirits have a purpose, just as we do while we are in physical form. They are messengers, they are guardians, and even though they cross, it does not mean they cannot return periodically, especially to carry out their missions.
As for the flip side of the coin: if you do have a negative energy present, there are ways to properly address them/it. The bottom line is to never panic – never freak out and do not implement anything that can attract other energies, more specifically the negative type. That will only create further disruption in the environment that will have more of an adverse reaction on both you, and your spirit guest.
Simply put; give these spirits their space and let them do their thing. Just think of them as an invisible roommate. Do some reading on the time period they were in physical body, and indulge them with little trinkets of their time, such as music, artwork – or little goodies reminiscent of their walk. They will be thankful for your gestures.
Create harmony. Let them be.
Happy Friday The 13th!
I love book signings, as they always seem to be the springboard for some very interesting, and deep conversation. This past Saturday, was no exception.
A woman whom was in the store had approached me, and said she had been hearing “all about this book” pointing at, and referring to ’207.’ Periodically, she would venture over to the signing table and talk for a bit, then leave and meander back to talk for some more.
Interestingly enough, from the first moment she came over to chat, I could immediately recognize the signs that she was torn about her feelings relative to my book and its subject matter. Later in the day, she validated my perception – and did that ever result in one, deep conversation.
Confessing that she had not yet read ’207,’ she asked about the house, and wanted to know more about what had transpired. She was specifically inquisitive as to how I came to deal with the effects of having lived in a haunted house possessed by a demon. She also made it clear that she believed in the Lord and had herself, overcome great hardship in the past. The more she talked about her journey, the more I could see something very profound bubbling within her, rising to the top: Something that she wanted to say, but was wrestling with how to get it out.
After briefly explaining how the tragedy at 207 shaped my spirituality, she seemed surprised, and replied by stating that it was “interesting” I was telling her how important faith and a strong sense of personal spirituality are, to get oneself through such a time of great pain – and profound evil. It was halfway through that part of the conversation, when she blurted out, “Well, you see, I was talking about your book with my Bible study group and they told me not to even speak to you, or go near you. They also told me I better not buy your book because I would be letting the Satan in.”
“Oh, really? Why is that?” I replied, rather surprised by such strong, and unjustified statements.
Basically, she explained that her Bible study group said that I was evil. Evil? Me? How absurd. Where was this judgment coming from, and on what grounds were they making this claim?
A very close friend of mine happened to be with me for the signing. She immediately jumped into the conversation and asked if these study group members had read the book, or knew me. The woman stated that nobody in the group would even look at the book, let alone read it, and that none of its members had ever met me. She then went on to say that she needed to ask God for protection to even approach me, and speak with me. My friend and I were stunned, to say the least.
Come to find out, this group is part of the “born again” mindset. Putting that into perspective, I knew this was part of the reason the woman was in the midst of a spiritual struggle to speak with me. It was clear that she was torn between the intrigue of my story of personal faith and survival, and the fact that her religion classmates had warned her of an unleashing of all sorts of calamity and evil, including being “seduced by the Devil” by merely coming to speak with me. This was when a remarkable situation unfolded – one so profound, that I will not soon forget how it touched me.
Continuing to ask additional questions, she suddenly realized (and blurted it right out), that I was not ‘evil’ but had such a profound sense of faith, that it was evident it had been the key to what saved my life on more than one occasion while living in 207. She surprised even herself, to openly admit this and within moments of her epiphany, said that she could not wait to go back to her study group and tell them how wrong they were; how inspired she was by my story and how strong my faith is.
In her own words the woman stated, “No, you aren’t evil, or bad, you have incredible faith in God. It’s clear that you are a believer and fought the evil through your faith. That is something we try to teach one another in our study group. Here they were telling me not to come talk to you because of the title to your book, and the content of it. You are really, really strong and this IS a story of faith and God overcoming something wicked – overcoming Satan.”
She continued to thank me for having patience with her throughout the few hours she would periodically wander over when time warranted. She also stated that she felt good to have made the choice to speak with me. Letting her know that she was not the only one who has mentioned this to me in the past, I did advise her that perhaps her reaction was the strongest and most heartfelt. Both of us were equally thankful for the opportunity to have met, and for me, I could not have been happier.
I told her that the message of the day was one of tolerance and education, on a spiritual level. I also asked her to take a good look within, and let this entire experience bring forth a sense of awareness that too often, some religion, seems to prevent. More significantly, I added that this ‘closed-door’ reaction only isolates people and creates fear, such as in her case, rather than an opening of the heart, mind and spirit.
I then told her that I admired her courage, and suggested she allow her personal sense of spirituality to guide her, no matter what she was being told. I reminded her that it was a sense of spirituality that brought her back and forth to my table, and what awakened her; she had tapped into a higher level of spiritual confidence.
I then took a moment to explain my philosophy about 207: No matter how many books that I sell, it is the inspiration my readers walk away with, that means more to me than anything else. Yes, I completely enjoy and am blessed to be making a living writing about my experiences, but the inspiration that my readers become empowered with, is truly priceless.
As I was leaving the store, I could not help but notice a shift; the woman was truly lighter in spirit. The worry once written all over her face, had been replaced with a new-found joy; even her body language was more confident.
She approached me one last time, and thanked me for my patience in listening to her as she grappled with something very personal. My friend and I could see the surprise in her face when I responded with, “No, thank you. Thank you for sharing your journey with me. This is what matters most to me; to be able to inspire someone and help them in whatever way is important to them.”
Meeting up with family and friends for dinner, we could not help but talk about what an amazing experience the day afforded on a spiritual level. From the store owner’s discussion and commentary about what he took away after reading ’207,’ to the woman who been embroiled in a spiritual tug-of-war with herself - it was an incredible afternoon. In our opinions, the book and associated discussion, had again led to spirituality opening a door that had been closed by religion.
Also noteworthy of Saturday, is the fact that only once in seven months, has anyone suggested that I change the title and republish the book under a different name. Respecting this person’s opinion, I listened, but do not agree – and for this reason alone:
207′s title and subtitle may have rubbed some the wrong way, and admittedly has probably frightened a few off, yet my message is strong and has been well-received. The irony that someone (such as the lovely woman at the bookstore), had the courage to walk through that ‘closed door’ after having been told not to even speak with me because of a mere title and based on groundless cause, yet managed to learn a very important message about faith, means more than words can say. This one example shows that fear will keep you from growing if you let it, and in turn, that unwarranted fear, can prevent you from making very important self-discoveries that will nourish your soul and sense of spirituality. And that, is the message my story conveys: My title and subtitle will remain the same.
May you all continue to open doors. Thru this, the world will indeed, become a better place.
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