Sunday, May 15, 2022

Matt Fraser Can't Catch A Break

 




“Even the greatest professional medium cannot do his work alone. He has help from his Friends on the Other Side…literally.”

A day in the life of the Soul Whisperer

 

What would life be like if you could see dead people?

 

Being born a psychic medium isn’t all fun and games. Sure, you lose your fear of death (mostly), and you can live a life of fame and admiration if you’re skilled enough. But with great superpowers comes even greater responsibilities. It was obvious that Rhode Island medium Matt Fraser was chosen for a special mission by fate and genetics alike: to be an ultimate messenger between the living and the dead.

 

But even a busy communicator like Matt needed some serious R and R. Whenever he wasn't being observed by his Italian mother like a hawk or surrounded by scrambling spirits desperate to send their signs, he could temporarily bring his mind to peace. After all, the man needed sleep and quality time with his family. Matt remembered relaxing with his wife on a sandy beach, talking about their new baby boy Royce.

 

“Do you think our son will have psychic ability?” Alexa asked, lounging on a chair, and popping a small desert she made into her mouth. A diamond wedding ring glinted on her finger.

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Matt replied, resting close to her. “With you, me, Mom, and Grandma having psychic powers in various degrees, it’s highly likely. You said yourself that he connected to you in your dream. I don’t know if he’ll be a medium per se, we’ll just have to see.”

 

“And he could very well be as ‘normal’ as can be,” Alexa mentioned. “I don’t want the public to put so much pressure on him. He’s still just a baby.”

 

“I agree,” said Matt. “But if he has psychic powers early, I’ll be there to comfort him once he gets starts seeing spirits for the first time like I did. I remember all the things my grandmother taught me: spirits were once human like us, and one day we will become just like them. They’re not foreign invisible ghosts looking to torment us. It takes patience, courage, and a willingness to listen.”

 

Alexa nodded, sipping on a colorful iced drink in a wine glass. “And if he’s born like an ordinary child, that will be great, too. People may be disappointed that he can’t see the future or speak to spirits or something, but that’s on them. It’ll help having his unique perspective on life.”

 

For a moment, the couple relaxed as the sun began to set on the ocean horizon. Towering palm trees swayed in the evening ocean breeze. Matt contemplated the idea…or fact rather, that all living things and matter will end up in the same place reunited…animals, humans, plants, grass, minerals, even bacteria. Nothing on Earth was separate from each other, even less so in the world of energy.

 

Matt sighed, a look of slight concern appearing on his face. “It sure is expensive raising a child though. I mean, not just the diapers and food and clothes and such. How will Royce fare in school?”

 

“We don’t have to worry too much about money,” she said. “We’re both rich from our shows and videos after all.”

 

“But he could easily be shunned or bullied in school like I was,” Matt mentioned. “We still need to remember that the vast majority of the world doesn’t understand how the afterlife works. Even I don’t fully understand it. They either think they’ll be judged by God and sent to cloud Heaven or fiery Hell, or have to face their past life karma forever, or worse, that they won’t exist ever again.”

 

Alexa squeezed his hand in comfort. “We’ll be able to handle it when the time comes. Yes, there are many skeptics and ignorant people out there, but look how many lives you’ve changed with your readings! And readings provided by your Mom as well! You have your family’s’ support and the support of thousands of followers all over the world. There are agents and crews and bodyguards to protect our families. I bet other kids will think twice about picking on our son. He may have lots of playmates.”

 

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” said Alexa. “Just…please don’t involve Royce in the metaphysical world too much. I want him to have a life as peaceful and child-like as possible. Our physical world and everyday activities are just as important.”

 

“Totally agree,” said Matt. “That’s what our purpose in life is; to learn, love and level up. No wonder the majority of people can’t see spirits; God doesn’t want them distracted from their mortal missions.”

 

“Then why can only the lucky few see them?” asked Alexa.

 

“The world needs psychics and shamans around to help people have faith in things greater than themselves,” Matt explained. “Like how only a few people can do rocket science or be savant geniuses. We can all do different things.”

 

“But your abilities are off the charts,” Alexa said, impressed. “You can see them and meditate at will. It takes many psychics years to connect with the other side.”

 

“Having a psychic mother and grandmother helps a lot.”

 

“Still doesn’t seem fair that so many people can’t interact with their lost loved ones.”

 

“It only takes a quiet mind and some faith,” Matt reminded her. “No matter where we go, our loved ones are always with us. My guides told me I’ll become an Ascended Master in the afterlife, but that doesn’t mean that everyone else can’t gradually evolve to that level, and even beyond. We’re all in this together.”

 

“Still don’t fully get it,” Alexa admitted.

 

“We’ll all understand someday.”

 

“Well right now, I only want to understand this present moment…to enjoy my time with you.”

 

Matt gave his wife a sweet compassionate kiss. “I couldn’t ask for a better Heaven right here.”

 

 

 

0 0 0

 

Before long, the sun had turned the sky a carnelian red which faded to dark indigo. The life-giving orb had descended into the underworld, preparing for its rebirth in the morning. Dawn, Day, Dusk, Dark…Birth, Life, Death, Rebirth. It was a cycle that never ended.

 

Matt and Alexa stood up.

 

“We better get going back home,” said Alexa. “I have some pageant interviews tomorrow. Don’t forget your book signings and recordings.”

 

“Almost done with the ‘We Never Die’ audio,” Matt smiled. “Man, it’s so fun to read my own books aloud for people!”

 

“You have unmistakable passion and professionalism in your voice,” Alexa replied. “It’s the tone of a seasoned teacher anxious to share his research with his students. I’m surprised you don’t teach at colleges or schools. The kids need you.”

 

Matt shrugged. “I don’t know how many colleges would allow ‘pseudoscience’ teachings around.”

 

“Only the best of the best and then some. Or…you could make a documentary of your daily life, or a new movie: All Souls Go to Heaven.”

 

“I already have ‘Meet The Frasers’ and YouTube,” chuckled Matt. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

 

They embraced and headed back to their house.

 

“Good luck with your audience reading tomorrow,” said Alexa.

 

“Same to you with your show,” Matt said, after the couple posed for several pictures for some magazines by the balcony.

 

“You are going to be great parents,” Matt’s mother, Angela Fraser said, as she spotted them. She spread Tarot cards on a table.

 

“Thanks, Mom,” said Matt.

 

“I’ll be by to visit every day, just to make you have everything you need.”

 

“Great,” said Alexa.

 

She and Matt made their way up the stairs of their house/mansion and off to privacy. Though for Matt, true privacy while being awake was impossible…not just with the living. They said their goodnights, cleaned up, and slept together in a giant comfy bed.

 

0 0 0

 

Buzz…knock, knock, rustle…buzz, knock, knock…

 

 

In the dark, Matt could feel the presence of several figures hovering around Alexa. He felt the usual pounding and pulsing of the entities trying to get through the mental barrier he put up before his short vacation. Already, he was adjusting to the chillness and tingle of energy from the spirits nearby. He only saw black shadows and heard faint muffled whispers. He sighed and yawned, closing his eyes.

 

Matt wasn’t worried. He sensed the energy of the figures and knew they were deceased family members of Alexa trying to communicate with him. Images flashed here and there, and words hovered here and there like they were underwater.

 

“Angels, spirit guides, loved ones,” called Matt in his mind. “I request your help.” He envisioned a white light coming from his head and his third eye, adding his signature two white feathers intertwined.

 

In only a few minutes, his spiritual team appeared by his side and in his mind’s eye. It was a meditating process that would’ve taken ten to twenty minutes at least for many psychics and an hour or so for many others. Many people imagined themselves worshipping spirit guides and angels, but in fact, the relationship was equal, mutual. Although those in spirit knew more, they always respected the mortal’s free will. Humans didn’t serve their spirit guides…in fact it was often the other way around…with the human’s permission and awareness.

 

A woman with dark curly hair appeared first as always, her smile warm and her glowing form radiating love. Behind her, Matt could sense the energy of his ancestors.

 

“Hello Matthew,” Mary spoke telepathically to him. “I’m so proud of you!”

 

“Grandma,” Matt replied in his head, his heart soaring with joy.

 

An image of Royce being held by his grandmother flashed in his head, followed by wedding music. Matt knew what the message meant; his grandmother had witnessed him and Alexa getting married…and was now helping to watch over Royce!

 

Even as a medium, the messages he received from spirit always stunned him and filled him with emotion.

 

“I always knew in my heart you would fulfill your destiny as a medium,” she said, her telepathic words were emphasized by a vision of Matt as a young kid, climbing up a moving timeline through a glowing portal. “You and your mom are changing so many lives.”

 

Shortly before his vacation with his wife, Matt had closed off his mind and chakras temporarily through meditation to lessen the intensity of the messages from spirits nearby. Although they never went away, the method helped to give his mind a break and focus more on the real world. It was hard, like pulling a door closed over his head that was being tugged on by an outside force.

 

Hovering nearby, one of the few non-earthly beings with him, was Matt’s guardian angel, a soft-spoken tall masculine figure. The figure glowed blue and indigo, had white wings and carried a flaming sword in his hand. He looked like a combination of Jesus and Archangel Michael with a white robe and long brown hair. Although he was the one who hinted to Matt that he and his mission was connected to Jesus Christ, he didn’t elaborate. In fact, the nameless celestial-born angel hardly spoke at all.

 

The angel didn’t have a name, but he had a protective presence. He was more distant from Matt and had his duty: to protect Matt from negative entities, be a gatekeeper, aid in protection, and assist with his transition to the other side.

 

Powerful psychics required powerful protectors. Without this angel and Matt’s skill in self-protection, negative entities would’ve rushed to his energy like dark moths to light.

 

There were more spirit guides that made themselves known – a cheerful former Italian priest and psychic named Fantasma, a mixed-race woman who grew up in Egypt, a genderless Atlantean, a medicine man and farmer, the God Apollo, and even Matt’s lost cat came bounding over. Fantasma was his guide who had been with him all his life, the rest came and went.

 

“Help prepare me to open myself back up tomorrow and help me get some sleep,” Matt thought.

 

Matt help calming energy flow through him with each deep breath he took. His guides hovered over him like a blanket, blocking out external noises and easing his worries. After brief mental bits of advice from hid guides, he felt them fading away into the black.

 

A stray tear fell from Matt’s eye, then several more as he let out repressed emotions and silent sobs. It was the one time he felt safe to do it without letting other people’s energy get to him.

 

A thought burst forth. “Even though I’m a medium…I’m still very much afraid to die!” Another thought. “People judging me, questioning my sanity. I want what’s best for Royce and Alexa.”

 

“You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t have that natural instinct,” said Fantasma. A flash of a skull and a brain relayed the message. “Your journey is far from over. Do your best but don’t try to save everybody. Be sure to make your words and intentions clear tomorrow.”

 

The last thing he felt was a kiss on his forehead from his grandmother.

 

“I will always love you,” she told him in his mind. “Call us…we are just a thought away.”

 

0 0 0

 

Matt stretched and woke up early in the morning. His grandmother appeared out of the corner of his eye.

 

“It is time,” she said.

 

Opening himself back to his natural state was seamless...and freeing. It was like breaking open a door near his head made of tissue paper and removing a blindfold from his eyes. Matt closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He imagined a door above his crown chakra opening up and a white beacon light pouring down into his head and body. His third eye pulsed with energy as it was reopened. A brief buzzing in his ears and all was silent again. He opened his eyes, got out of bed, and began his morning routine. He saw his grandmother and guide behind him as he brushed his teeth and put on his fancy clothes. Alexa woke up and soon got ready for her day.

 

Matt opened the door and greeted his TV crew who were busy setting up cameras. Ignoring the voices and image flashes in certain spots, Matt headed into a car to travel to a stadium for the audience reading. Things were relatively quiet when he was in the car. But the moment he stepped onto a red carpet and headed toward the door, that’s when things got noisy.

 

Now Matt enjoyed the cheers and claps of the crowd who had gathered on either side to take pictures and buy tickets. Confidence flowed though him as he imagined himself bringing solace to one grieving family after another. But there was one thing that was even louder than the honking of car horns, the bustling of reporters and directors and the cheers of his fans.

 

In sheer irony, it was dead people…They. Were. Loud.

 

“MATT!” one spirit yelled, almost in his face. For a brief second, Matt thought it was a fan that had gotten too close. He was a man with white skin, black hair, and 90s clothing on him, as ordinary as can be. Then he noticed the faint white/golden glow to the man’s body, the way he moved seamlessly through the air like he was swimming instead of walking in a human body. He had no wings and no angelic features…he didn’t even look like a see-through ghost at all. And the way his eyes glowed with pure light…yep, that was a spirit. Nobody else noticed.

 

Staring at the man, Matt heard a message in his head and a flash of an image that grew clearer as he stared longer. The man’s human name: Jake. A boy and a name: Nathan. A pair of blackened lungs and a date of death: 11/11/2011. The words “I’m sorry, Maria,” “Tell my wife and son I’m still here. I watch them both at once. Let them know about the wedding ring and the bouquet of roses…she’ll know…” A ring and roses flashed in his head before fading out as Matt shook his head.

 

 

“Focus, Matt,” he heard his guide say. A pair of trickster demons prowled in the shadows toward depressed people, oblivious to their presence. One blast from his guardian angel’s sword sent the dark spirits running. Several spirits swam their way toward Matt, but his guardian angel showed them back with an energy blast, not even having to move. There were only a few people on Earth who could maintain such a clear connection beyond the veil. Although time did not exist on the other side, all the spirits could think about…all they seemed concerned about for their own happiness and evolution…was connecting to their loved ones on Earth. Matt was a rare gem of enlightened pure energy, one with a clear third eye and crown chakra, an aura of white, gold, and purple…

 

…and all the spirits knew this.

 

 

His name pounded in his head as he rushed inside. He waited backstage and meditated. He imagined mirrors facing outward around his body, his angels, guides and loved ones holding them up and keeping his energy safely inside.

 

 

“…America’s top psychic medium, medium with a message…give it up for Matt Fraser!” called the announcer as the crowd clapped. Matt walked on stage, smiling, and waving as the audience settled down. After a brief introductory speech, the room was silent…

 

 

…at least in regard to the living.

 

 

“Matt, Matt, Matt!” the spirits chanted and clamored. Many pushed to get in front of the line, though there was no arguing. It was like fans pushing to get a better view of a rock star. They jumped, waved their arms, and stood glowing right behind their living family members. A little girl spirit with blonde hair and wearing a blue dress waved her arms and pointed to a woman staring at her phone. “That’s my momma, Matt!” she cried, her voice having an echo ethereal quality to it. Matt briefly felt his lungs and chest being crushed…and the smell of smoke and metal. “Tell her I’m okay from that car accident!” An image of police tape and a wrecked car…the girl dying at the hospital. Another image of the girl dancing in Heaven in a meadow with other kids. “I’m on a mission to watch kids on Ear…”

 

A purring sound and the phantom feel of a cat around his legs. Matt saw a gray cat spirit and a black dog spirit at his feet.

 

“What the…?” Matt began in his mind.

 

“My pups are here!” barked the dog to Matt. “I love you!”

 

“My owner is there!” cried the cat to a sullen man leaning against the wall.

 

Mat’s cat animal guide meowed to the other animals. (“Matt does human readings! Go find a pet psychic!”) The animals vanished.

 

“Matthew!” called a spirit woman, an image of a woman knelling at a tombstone burst forward from her hands. “Tell, my daughter to stop sobbing at my tombstone. I’m not even there, it’s just my old body remains. Jesus and God are here with me and with her!”

 

A gay couple greeted Matt, their bodies glowing. “Our adopted son misses us and the two of us fought a lot on Earth. Please tell his girlfriend in this room to send a message, that his fathers are still with him, happy, and peaceful in Heaven.”

 

 

“I’m not addicted to drugs anymore,” said a spirit man, images of pills and beer bottles flashing in front of the man’s face. “But I do enjoy some fresh beer! Death ain’t gonna stop that!” He burped and briefly showed Matt his Heaven of relaxing in a bar. “Don’t even have to eat and use the bathroom anymore! But I will, anyway! Yippee!”

 

“Did not need to know that,” Matt grumbled to the man in his head as he continued to amaze the audience with his words.

 

Another soul appeared in the shadows to Matt. “I used to be a serial killer and rapist. Now I regret what I did.” Matt felt himself being burned. “But I still enjoy intimacy in Heaven. Can you tell all my victims and family I’m sorry and ask for forgiveness? My Life Review was so fucking painful to watch!” The spirit sobbed as he hugged one of his daughters he had formerly abused. The daughter prayed that her father wouldn’t come through.

 

Matt even saw a floating baby near a sad woman. The baby sang as it danced on her belly: “I’m being reborn in two years! I’m being reborn in two years! My momma had a marriage and suffered a miscarriage! But I’m being reborn in her in two years!”

 

Matt looked taken aback. “O-kay…that’s not a meeting you witness every day,” he thought as he talked.

 

“Ow!” called a spirit as another spirit pushed to get in front of the line to Matt. “That didn’t hurt!”

 

“So many people talking!” mentioned a random psychic kid as a spirit flew through an oblivious sitting human. “Glowing eyes! What do you ghosts want?!”

 

 

“Will everysoul in both worlds just calm down,” called Matt’s grandmother. “Can anyone hear us?”

 

 

Crickets chirped as the living humans relaxed in the stadium, not even noticing the spirits. One man checked his phone while some kids played pat-a-cake with each other. Many people were quietly reading Matt’s new books. Peaceful meditative music played as Matt talked about Heaven and how his readings worked.

 

 

“Matt! Over here!” the spirits cried again, a few flying toward Matt and presenting him with various images of butterflies, feathers and 11s that morphed if he stared long enough.

 

“Ha! I can walk again, and I am free of cancer!” called an elderly spirit who didn’t look nor act the least bit old.

 

“I can speak! I can speak!” cried a formerly mute girl soul. “The Akashic Records isn’t a physical book nor a spiritual library as humans imagine it. It’s the same as Universal Knowledge we all have access to!”

 

A spirit reached his hands to Matt.

 

“Hands off the merchandise!” barked the guardian angel, now aggressive and protective. He didn’t like anyone else getting in the space of his mortal spirit-human mentee.

 

“Please help us, Matt!” Matt felt phantom chest pains, headaches, stab wounds, and other afflictions that had caused physical deaths of the souls. Matt’s grandmother was sending healing energy to Matt as Matt’s soul cleansed itself.

 

 

A little kid spirit made funny faces upside down in front of his mother, who stared right through him.

 

 

“It’s been fifty years since I passed! I WANT MY VOICE TO BE HEAR…”

 

 

Crickets chirped again. Matt talked about his books and thanked everyone for being there. The audience practiced deep breaths, creating a tranquil atmosphere. A soft violin played nearby just outside the auditorium. A waiter poured glasses of wine for visiting actors and movie stars. Reporters quietly chatted and wrote down notes. A boy played a video game on his phone.

 

 

“Matt Fraser, my family really needs this message!” cried a group of triplets, pushing ahead of a man who yelled “I’m sorry!” to his two children in the audience. Another spirit cried and begged, while many more were just happy being with family.

 

 

“Matt’s got friends on the other siiiiide!!!” sang two souls, posing near him.

 

 

“Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt!” the spirits called, like the seagulls in Finding Nemo that squawked “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

 

“Will you all just shut up!” Fantasma thought in annoyance as Matt prepared himself to read the audience. “Matt’s trying to focus here!”

 

“Order in the court!” cried another one of Matt’s ancestors.

 

Matt paused and tried to focus among the voices, looking for ones that stood out. “Guides,” he thought.

 

His spirt team nodded and surrounded Matt as several spirits zoomed forward. With a booming voice, Matt’s guardian angel gatekeeper struck his sword down in midair.

 

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” the angel bellowed without moving his mouth, sending the souls back to their places behind their family members. “Your future Ascended Master wishes to speak!”

 

The souls bowed their heads in respect and anxiously awaited Matt’s next actions.

 

 

Matt breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he thought. He made his way up and down the aisles at random with ease, greeting the souls one at a time. Family members sobbed and received comforting hugs from the medium. The rest of the readings went smoothly, though many spirits were disappointed when they didn’t get chosen like their living family members were. But they soon got over it and morphed back and forth happily between worlds like usual when the show was done. They were all joyful like creative little kids 95% of the time.

 

“You really are amazing, Matt,” said his guides and angels. “And we’re saying it because you have proven yourself through your personality and actions.”

 

“Plus, we all know who he is at heart,” added his grandmother, “Matt, the medium with a mission.”

 

“Make that into a movie, please,” Fantasma suggested. “Oh and add some bonus facts about me to honor my memory from the 1900s. Did you know that in a past life, Matt was actually a…”

 

“Thank you for your help,” Matt said. He gently pushed his guides away into the ether and they obliged, letting him focus on his daily life.

 

Matt looked at the camera and winked. “Spirit protects me and tells me everything. I could never be a medium without the help of my wonderful guides…and my higher calling. You may not see them, but your loved ones are always there in spirit. You will all be reunited, I promise you. Just be thankful they aren’t as noisy around you!”

 

 

 

FRIENDLY REMINDER: Matt Fraser is still human, despite his special gift. He is always learning new things every day and sometimes he misinterprets things. He has a busy hectic life, he’s made mistakes, he has a family, and many things to attend to like we do. Although he’s spiritually evolved in retrospect, he has his specialty in one area. He will do all he can to help humanity evolve in their own ways and discover who we truly are in this world and the next. He will pass on like the rest of us, but his legacy will live on for generations. Give him love, respect, friendship, and space and you’ll have an inspiring humanity teacher for life.


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