Mediums on Stage
A Public Demonstration of Spirit Communication. Medium demonstrations can be emotional, entertaining, and educational.
Bob Olson is the host of Afterlife TV, author of two books, Answers About The Afterlife and The Magic Mala, and creator of the reputable directory of psychics and mediums, BestPsychicDirectory.com.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about attending a demonstration of mediumship with medium John Edward. Most mediums call them “medium demos” because it demonstrates their abilities on stage in front of a live audience. Basically, the medium gives ten to fifteen-minute readings of spirit communication to random audience members. For someone not ready to get a private reading, a medium demonstration is a fun way to see how mediums work. Yet only a small percentage of people in attendance will get a message.
When I mentioned seeing John Edward, several Bob Olson Connect subscribers were curious about what it’s like to attend such an event, so I thought I’d share a short story with you to know what it’s like.
I’ve written this article as a fictional story based on mediumship events I’ve witnessed over the past twenty-six years. My intention is to present a clear illustration of what it’s like to attend a medium demonstration so that you can make an informed decision on whether this is an experience you’d like to have. While all of this came from my imagination, what you’re about to read is an accurate and reasonable representation of what a medium demonstration is like.
In this story, I named the fictional medium Corey Stanismoskawitz. Corey is an example of an experienced medium with a great sense of humor. Because I’ve been to more medium demos than I can remember, I’ll admit that not every medium I’ve seen was as accurate or witty as my fictional Corey. Still, there certainly are many who fit this description.
Medium Demonstration Story
The auditorium lights dimmed as audience members secretly hoped for a message from beyond. A spotlight landed on a man in his forties who walked onto the stage with a microphone. He waited until the crowd quieted down before speaking.
“Welcome, everyone. I’m Corey Stanismoskawitz. Now you know why I just go by Corey.”
The crowd of three-hundred people burst out laughing.
“Thanks for coming tonight. Before we begin, I want to explain to you how this works. If any of you have ever boiled water, you know that energy doesn’t die. It just changes form. Your deceased loved ones are a lot like water. They didn’t disappear when they passed. They only changed form. And like water that changes into steam, even though you can’t see your loved ones anymore, they’re still around you.”
There was whispering among the audience. Corey waited until it grew silent again. That’s when a cell phone rang somewhere in the audience playing the theme song from Star Wars.
“Oh right, almost forgot. Please silence your cell phones.”
There was another roar of laughter and applause. The phone stopped ringing mid-song.
Corey paced back and forth on the stage. He looked at the faces of people in the first few rows.
“Depending upon your age, many of you in attendance have lost several loved ones throughout your lives. You might find it interesting to know… they’re all here.”
A wave of uneasiness spread across the auditorium.
Corey stepped into the middle of the stage and stopped. He looked across the audience from right to left. “With most of you having three to five spirits around you—from children to siblings, parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents—there are approximately a thousand to fifteen hundred spirits vying for my attention right now.”
Audience members gasped. The idea of a thousand spirits in the room was eye-opening, if not a bit eerie.
He smiled. “So, guess who gets my attention first?” Corey waited, but no one guessed. “Usually the loudest and pushiest spirit.” A grin came across his face. “Typically a grandmother.”
There was another eruption of laughter.
“Case in point, there’s a grandmother right now telling me, ‘I’m first.’”
A few people laughed. Everyone waited with anticipation.
Corey walked to the left of the stage and pointed toward the tenth-row area. “I believe I’m over here. She’s telling me she passed around five years ago. She is, in fact, a grandmother, but she was more like a mother to one of you.”
A couple of people raised their hands with such force it was as if they were trying to touch the ceiling.
The entire audience shifted in their seats to see the women who raised their hands.
“Okay,” said Corey, “let’s see whose grandmother this is.” He stared into space, then continued, “This particular woman died baking brownies.”
One of the hands dropped, and the other person stood up.
“We have a winner. Now just to be sure I’m with the right person, let’s get a little more information.” Corey looked to his side as if he were listening to someone we couldn’t see. “Yes, yes, I understand,” he said as if a spirit was talking to him. He looked up at the person standing. “She’s telling me she has six grandchildren. Does that fit?”
The woman standing looked at the people sitting beside her. Coaxing two people on one side of her and three on the other, they all stood up. Six people stood in a row.
“What do we have here?” asked Corey.
The first woman to stand spoke. “We’re her six grandchildren.”
The crowd moaned in awe.
“Can we get them a microphone?” asked Corey.
A female mic runner ran down the aisle and passed a microphone into the grandchildren’s row. Audience members in the row passed the microphone down to the first woman, who seemed to be the group's spokesperson.
“What are your names? asked Corey.
The woman pointed to everyone. “That’s Katie. John. Beatrice. I’m Lori. This is Ben. And that’s Sandra.”
Corey moved further down the stage until he stood in front of them.
“Your grandmother passed while baking brownies?”
Lori tried talking, but the microphone didn’t work. She looked at the mic, fiddled with the switch, and spoke into it.
“YES, SHE...!” Lori’s voice boomed across the auditorium. Her head snapped back from the microphone. She repeated, softer this time, “Yes, she had brownies in the oven. A neighbor found her in her favorite chair. Had to shut the oven off. The brownies were like rocks, but at least they didn’t cause a fire.”
“Can you verify the early message about her being your grandmother but being more like your mother?” he asked.
Lori spoke, “My parents died in a plane accident when I was five, so she and my grandfather raised me.”
“Well, your grandmother is telling me about something you placed in her casket.” Corey crossed his arms and put one hand on his chin. He shook his head like he wasn’t sure. “Did you bury her cat with her?”
The audience laughed.
“We did,” said Lori.
“Tell me the cat wasn’t alive.”
Lots of laughter.
“No, my grandmother’s cat died a week before she did. We got his ashes back before the burial, so we added the ashes to my grandmother’s casket. She loved that cat, so it seemed fitting.”
Corey looked around the audience. “That’s a relief.”
Some people laughed, others bellowed, “Uh huh.”
“It’s a very nice thing to do. She appreciates the sentiment behind doing that; she wants you to know. In fact, the cat just ran by me. Is he a tiger with one white ear? Wait, he has white paws, too, but that white ear really stands out.”
Lori nodded a lot. Tears covered her face. Her hands shook, and her chin trembled.
“He had a lot of character,” she said.
Corey stood on stage, nodding as if someone was talking to him.
“She’s giving me two names,” said Corey. “I’m pretty sure she’s saying Gertrude and Bailey. Your grandmother and the cat, I assume?”
“Oh my god, yes,” responded Lori. My grandmother is Gertrude, and Bailey’s the cat’s name.” She lowered her head and touched her forehead with a quivering hand, covering her face as emotion poured down her cheeks.
Audience members looked at one another, impressed.
Corey walked across the stage. “Let’s see what Gertrude has told us. She’s your grandmother but more like your mother. That message we discovered was for Lori. She passed while baking brownies. She has six grandchildren, all of them here tonight. And her cat, Bailey, was buried with her. Let me ask you, does it make sense that she pushed her way past a thousand other spirits to get chosen by me first?”
All six grandchildren who were standing nodded their heads.
Lori spoke into the mic, “All of us range in age from thirty-four to fifty-one, and most of us have our own kids now, but she scared the hell out of all of us. I mean, we loved her. She was a wonderful grandmother. But she was one tough lady. Nobody said boo to her.”
There was mild laughter.
“Okay, and I can tell you she’s still that way today. She wouldn’t have been the first to come through otherwise. She’s stepping back now, giving time for other people to get readings, but she wants the six of you to know that she loves you and is around each and every one of you.”
Corey put his hands together in the prayer position and bowed, “Thank you, Gertrude. Thanks, Bailey.”
There was a big applause from the audience as Corey walked over to drink some water, and the six grandchildren took their seats.
Corey studied the audience. “Okay, I have a teenage boy here. Black hair. He’s holding drumsticks. I think he died on a motorcycle... Yes, a motorcycle accident in the woods.”
End of Story
Now you know what a medium demonstration event is like. They tend to be entertaining at times and emotional at others. Either way, you’ll learn a lot about life after death simply by attending. If you’re interested in witnessing a live event, you can check out the events page on my directory of psychics and mediums to see what might be available in your state: https://bestpsychicdirectory.com/event-calendar
Thanks for reading! I would love to hear from you in the comments.
With love,
Bob
Bob Olson is the host of Afterlife TV, author of two books, Answers About The Afterlife and The Magic Mala, and creator of the directory of psychics and mediums, BestPsychicDirectory.com. His newest venture is Bob Olson Connect, where you can read Bob’s articles before they become books.
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