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I work for the government and I have been feeling a lot of tension at work.
I am following Marianne’s advice and I meditate first thing in the morning. During my meditation I send light to my office and to the world. It helps!
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This is my son and me, blissfully unaware that we only had a few more years together. We lost him in a stupid, tragic accident when he was 20 years old. He was the light and love of my life. He was also my best friend. When we lost him, I just wanted to die, hoping I could be with him again. I contemplated suicide several times. For someone who was scared to death of dying and what (if anything) followed death, this was an act of desperation to be with my son again.
About one year later, I was introduced to Marianne, and my work with her has been the ONLY thing that has helped me deal with Nick’s death. Through Marianne I was able to get messages from Nick and finally realized through the conversations between Marianne and Nick that there is truly something after we die.
As a student of Marianne, I am learning how to deal with what is left of my life. Although still deeply depressed, I do get some joy from knowing that Nick is still with me, and I have actually begun to speak to him myself! When this first happened I was overjoyed! I have also learned that my father, who passed away in January, 2006, is OK too and has been reunited with Nick — my father literally died from a broken heart.
I am truly indebted to Marianne: She has been not only my friend and teacher, but also my salvation. Without her my I would still be in a very, very dark place. Thank you, Marianne, I never would have progressed this far without you.
With love,
Barb, Pennsylvania
A session with Marianne gave me comfort in knowing that Vic understood the depths of my grief. I went on to take a workshop with Marianne and am now able to communicate with Vic myself.
Anita Curtis, Pennsylvania
Marianne Michaels’ Life Coaching has helped me cope with the loss of my love, Billy Crosby. Marianne helped me let Billy go and move on with life.
How does someone cope with life after the passing of a loved one? It is hard to handle life when we are consumed with death. Everyone says in time it will get better. But time doesn’t happen fast enough: Time stood still for me while everything else was moving as if my life had stopped, and I was lost in the world of the living.
We who grieve have to get back to our lives because that is what we are meant to do. Marianne helped me understand that death is not the end. It is a new beginning for our loved ones. But our sorrow does not let us understand because we are consumed with sorrow, grief and guilt. Marianne has helped me to understand that they are still with us, ALWAYS…
Patricia O’Connor, New Jersey
Testimonials – Animal Companions
Marianne helped connect me with my beloved beagle Monte whose sudden passing left me feeling paralyzed with grief and in need of answers. I had been crying and moping around for weeks wondering “Did he suffer?” “Why did he leave me so suddenly?” “Could I have done anything differently? “Will he be coming back to me?” Then I realized, I didn’t have to continue wondering. I could get my answers if I just asked the right person. Not only did Marianne provide answers, but she did so with wonderful kindness and understanding. The details she provided deepened my belief in the process and provided some much needed laughter and positive reflection. I came away from our session feeling lighter, happier and more hopeful — and wishing I had contacted Marianne a few weeks earlier.
One of the lighter moments of our session — Marianne talked about how Monte had gotten a kick out of “stealing the cakes”. I could not really pinpoint that comment but as soon as I got off the phone from the session, I realized exactly what Monte was referring to. We would often put Monte in my husband’s pickup truck when I was cleaning the house or if we had construction going on because the loud noises scared him. Well, my husband is a closet junk foodie and would keep a stash of Tasty Cakes or coffee cakes in the side panels and storage compartments of his truck. Invariably, we’d open the truck to find Monte licking the last crumbs of some goodie he found while hanging out in Dad’s truck.
Shelly Carrick
A few years ago I had to surrender my cat Libby to the Humane Society because my new landlord did not allow pets. It was a difficult thing to do, but I had no choice. Since then I have often wondered what happened to her and how she was. That is until I was at a message circle with Marianne. She had a message from Libby that she was on the other side and was well. I was upset at first that she had died, but having been at several message circles with Marianne where other pets had come through with messages for their humans, I knew the message was real and that Libby was with her favorite human, my late husband. This knowledge has helped me greatly. Thank you, Marianne!
Barbara Mattos
Pittston, Pennsylvania
I attended a group session with Marianne in January at the Hanoverville Roadhouse in Pennsylvania. At the end of the session, Marianne asked us if there was someone we wanted to hear from who did not come through. I raised my hand and said “Meggie.” Meggie was my sweet cockapoo who passed away two years ago at the age of 17. My heart was broken, and I missed her terribly. My husband wanted to rescue another dog right away, but I just couldn’t bear the thought of going through that pain again.
Marianne’s message to me from Meggie was that she was going to come back to me and that I would not have to look for her. She was going to find me, and it would be very soon. I was so happy to hear from her but couldn’t imagine how she would come back and find me. How could that be possible? I wasn’t looking for another dog to rescue.
Fast forward to Sunday, February 26th. My mom sent me a post from a rescue. There was a cockapoo up for adoption that looked a lot like Meggie! He was a little 2 1/2 year-old male named Rocky. I replied back, “I love that dog!”
I forwarded the picture to a friend and was typing the words “He looks like Meggie,” but the message tool auto-corrected to “Reggie.” I thought to myself, “If I get that dog, I will name him Reggie.”
I decided, “What the heck. I am going to fill out the application and see what happens.” I started the application several times that night, but I kept getting interrupted. I thought to myself, “Well, this isn’t meant to be. I can’t even get through the application.”
The following day at work, someone came into our office, and out of the blue, they mentioned the name Reggie! I told myself that was just a coincidence. I never come home for lunch, but that day I was expecting a repairman. I came home for the appointment, and while I waited for the repair, I filled out the application and submitted it. I said a prayer that if it was meant to be, it would happen, and if not, I really wasn’t looking for another dog anyway.
Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to read on my phone. I randomly picked an article. I couldn’t believe what I saw! In the article, there was the name Reggie! I thought to myself, “Is this a sign?” The next day, I received a call from a woman at the rescue. She asked if we could come meet Rocky at 7 that night. When I hung up the phone, I was shaking, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because on the page for the shelter, there were so many likes, shares and comments for this cute pup. I knew there would be tons of applications.
At 7 pm on Feb the 28th, my husband and I went to meet Rocky. We immediately fell in love! As we finished up the adoption papers, the lady at the rescue turned to us and said, “You are very lucky. We had a lot of applications for him.” It was meant to be! Meggie found me, and I didn’t even have to look for her! It was just a little over a month since I had received the message from Marianne. Thank you, Marianne, for giving me the gift of knowing that my Meggie Girl is with me once again!
Theresa
Pennsylvania
On February 29,, 2024, I had a reading with Marianne. The reason for this was because my beautiful tabby boy, Peanut, had passed away on January 2, 2024, at the age of almost 19 years old. His little body just gave out. We had such a deep bond and love for one another, and it was so hard to let him go. The morning that I was having my veterinarian friend come to the house to send him on his way, he and I stayed in bed much longer than usual so that I could hold him in my arms and let him know how much he was loved. (He always slept with us on the bed from the day we brought him home.) I think he knew this was going to be his last day, and he pushed himself to kiss and lick my neck and purred loudly (which he hadn’t done in a long while), and I took this as a sign that he was saying goodbye. He was such a beautiful cat, and it just broke my heart to do this, but I couldn’t let him suffer any longer.
I had a couple readings with Marianne prior to this one because my husband passed away about two and a half years ago. My main reason for this reading was to find out if Peanut was with my husband. I was relieved to find out that Peanut was with him.
To my surprise, my husband asked Marianne to ask me if I wanted Peanut to come back. He said Peanut would come back to me if I wanted. Marianne said Peanut didn’t want to leave me, but his body just gave out. So I said “Yes, I’d love to have my Peanut back.” Then, of course, I worried how he would ever find me.
Marianne said that he would find me. She said he might be born to a stray cat and just show up in my yard, but there are no strays in my area because we have a high population of coyotes in this area. So, I knew I would have to look for him.
My Peanut was born on March 10, 2005. I calculated the number of weeks from his birth date to the date that I bought him. Then I went to my calendar and asked my higher self when I should start looking for him while using a pendulum over each day until I got an affirmative answer. So, I waited until two days before I was told to start looking. That day, I got the urge to call the Humane Society and look at all the Pet Finder websites. There were no kittens. So as a last resort, I decided to go on Craig’s List and look for tabby kittens. I found the most adorable kittens – four of them, but when I called the phone number, the lady said they were all sold. In the next breath, she said, “But I have a friend who has some kittens and one of them is a tabby. Would you like her number?” I hesitated, and then said “Yes.” I thought that perhaps this was Peanut’s way of guiding me to find my newly reincarnated Peanut.
So, I called the lady. She was so sweet and friendly, and she said she had someone coming to see the litter, so she couldn’t promise until the other people came to see the kittens. She said she rescued a stray cat that was just about ready to have her kittens from some agency people that were rounding up stray animals and sending them to be euthanized. My ears perked up at that! Then she offered to send me a picture of her tabby. I said I’d love to see a picture of the kitty. Well, it was love at first sight! He didn’t have the markings of my Peanut, but he had the sweetest little face, and I just knew it was him. I prayed and prayed that the other people wouldn’t adopt him, and I begged her to save him for me. I didn’t tell her that it was my Peanut coming back to me in a new body. She would have thought I was a nutcase.
As it turned out, she said I could come the following Monday to pick him up. I was so excited! My daughter and I went to see the kitty and fell in love with the tiny bundle of fur. His name was Chance. The lady told me she previously had a cat that she had saved from a storm drain and had named him Chance because he got the chance to live. This lady’s granddaughter named this new baby tabby Second Chance. When I heard that name, I thought to myself that I am getting a second chance to have my Peanut.
As I was getting ready to leave, a little black and white kitty came prancing out (one of Chance’s littermates) and I made the decision to get that kitty too, because I think it’s good for kittens to have a kitty companion and playmate.
They are both boys, but at the time, the lady thought the black and white kitty was a girl, so I named her Maggie. When she went to be spayed, the vet informed me that the surgery went well but that Maggie was a boy and perhaps I should call him Magoo. Even though he’s a boy, his name will remain Maggie. He loves his name and knows it well. Chance’s name has morphed into Chancey. They are both doing well and have grown into huge, beautiful teenaged cats.
God works in mysterious ways, and I am so grateful to Marianne for her readings. She is always spot on. I wouldn’t have dreamed any of this was even possible. Thank you, Marianne. You are a gift to this world and are very much appreciated for all you do.
Ginny Gomez
Hi everyone,
Just wanted to pass on a quick story to you about animal grief. I have known Marianne for many years. She has just told me she is expanding her services to include helping people connect with pets who have passed so she could help people with that particular grieving process. For many people, grieving for a pet can be even more devastating than grieving for a human relative or friend, because a pet’s love is unconditional always. Especially for people that live alone. I came out to California 6 years ago, and it was just me and my little chihuahua “Tinkerbell” who was about 10 years old at the time. I was quite lonely out here and did not know a soul, except for some long lost relatives that lived some good 3 hours from me, whom I was never close with. I have a condition called chronic Fibromyalgia and coming to a dryer, warmer climate was a necessary move for me, besides a bad marriage. It was difficult adapting and making new friends. So my girl Tinkerbell was my one and only friend that got me through thick and thin.
Within the four next years, I managed to meet a great guy and things started to look a bit brighter. But my disorder became a problem for me and sometimes I was at home in bed for weeks at a time. Tinkerbell was always next to me like velcro. She got me through my darkest hours. I don’t know what I could have done without her.
Time went on and by the age of 15 she started to get a bit lathargic. I took her to the vet and she told me Tinkerbell’s kidneys were failing. I was told I could give her infusion therapy at home, but sticking a needle in her every day to get the fluids to flush her kidneys was a painful ordeal for her. She was so sore from getting injections that she could not lay on her body. I decided that I had to give her a voice and let her go out of my life with some dignity. She really had no quality of life.
After I made the ultimate decision, I felt incredible loss, but I know she was out of pain. I had a conversation with Marianne and she told me Tinkerbell was definitely ready to go. She also said that I would have a new dog coming into my life within the next six to eight months, but this dog would find me. A few months went by and in the town where I lived, there was a pet rescue area set up in front of the pet store I use.
I stopped and saw some small dogs for adoption, and most of them were of mixed breed. I saw a dark brown female there with the sweetest expression on her face. She looked at me as if she could see my soul. I signed up on the list to adopt her, but the head of the group said there were people ahead of me for her, but she would let me know. A few weeks later, I got a phone call from the rescue telling me that they could not properly place the dog in a home because of children issues, and she needed a quiet environment. I did not expect to hear from these people, but I’m glad I did. Her name is “Minnie”, and she seems to be a chihauhua cross of some kind.
She came to my home and took over for Tinkerbell as if Tinkerbell had never left. Same personality, habits and temperament. Way too simular. I talked to Marianne and she said Tinkerbell’s soul did what is called a “walk in”. This is when one animal from the spirit world takes over the life of an animal in the physical, and that the other soul leaves the animal and evolves to the astral plane.
Marianne told me that Tinkerbell had to come back to me because she feels her time with me was not completed. That could be the only explanation. It sounds crazy, but it did happen. Either way, our pets never leave us; whether they come back to us on the earth plane or when we pass, we will always be united. I thank Marinne for that second chance of prolonging my goodbye to my wonderfull “Tinkey”. I’m sure she can do the same for you.
All the best,
Cathy White