Judy's session

About 7 or 8 years ago my boss invited me to accompany her to see Mr. Anderson.  He was in Dallas/Ft. Worth.  She called a friend and invited him as well.  He asked if he could bring 2 friends with him, a mother and daughter who had lost a son/brother to suicide.  The sister of the dead man felt as though she had not done enough to help her brother and was paralyzed by guilt. 

We arrived but there was no sign of my boss' friend.  He had told us he didn't know if he could persuade them to come or not.  As we were in line to enter the auditorium they came running in to find us.  He had convinced them to accompany him.

I must admit I didn't know what to expect and I'm always a bit of a skeptic. I recall Mr. Anderson walking out on stage with a bag which he sat at his feet.  He was asking questions of four people in order to know who his message was intended for.  One of the four was the young woman whose brother had committed suicide. He eliminated one of the four.  The remaining three continued to stand after the next question or two.

I remember the look on that girls face when Mr. Anderson pointed to her and said, "It's you."  "Everyone else can sit down."  He gave her a message from her brother and then opened the bag at his feet and gave her a gift that her brother had asked him to bring.  I cannot tell you how stunned I was.  I think of that moment to this day.
 

Judy K.'s session

 Dear Mr. Anderson,

I want to thank God for you.  I know you won't take the credit and I have to thank someone!  My sister set the session up because I had lost my husband in January of this year. I think we go into these calls thinking they will be like the ones we read about in your books.  In my case, since I lost Dan to COPD I figured your would speak of someone showing you they could not breath and describe their passing.  Well, let me tell you what you already know, our loved ones that have passed are totally the same wonderful people they were before they crossed and act as such!

My Dan was the first to step forward.  Our Daughter wanted him to call out to her so badly.  In his attempt to do so he identified him self as "father".  I knew right away what was going on but he confused things since he should have been identifying himself as husband.  I could not stop and explain this to you so we moved on.  By the end of the call he explained to you that he was "father"' but not my father. He said he was though, "Father and Grandfather".  He was referring to our daughter and Granddaughter. He told you 3 times after to be sure I knew he was there from the beginning.  I knew, and it was so like him to confuse things!!  My mother-in-law, called out by name, identified herself as mother-in-law and spoke of a son dying. Wow...

We sat at the table for the call.  My sister, her husband and myself.  At one point an Al called out.  I said "no", you said," yes,", an Albert ,and he is insistent!  He calls out to Tom...  Well, that was my brother-in-law Tom, who was sitting there.  I accepted.  Albert is Tom's Dad.   2 females came through as "Mother".  Our mother and Grandmother (maternal) were both Mother figures to us here.  We were very close.  Mom though came forward and said she was the Real McCoy!  She said she passed rich. I knew that was not right.  She then went on to explain that we are her riches.  Riches that you take with you to the other side.  She called out to my sister by name!  She would because she always kept us equal.  We had an Uncle pass a few months before the call.  My sister said in jest that he best not come thru on "her dime" since he did not call much when he was over here.  Sure enough we had an Uncle call out.  He said he was the ,"Mother's brother", which he is!  Our paternal grandmother identified herself by name.

My cat died in my arms a week before the call.  I wondered if this would be mentioned and Mom said that the pets were over there with them and fine.  Thank you Mommy...  They, "the flock" as you referred to them, pointed out that there was an issue with real estate and paperwork and lawyers.  My niece is going thru a hard time with a home they are trying to purchase so they were on the money there.

I want to mention before I close the most important thing of all.  26 years ago I had an abortion.  I had shingles which were treated with massive shots of cortisone and oral prednisone.  I was all of 3 weeks pregnant and this the doctors said destroyed the fetus.  I feel the choice a woman makes is between her and her God and not for me to judge.  But for me, this broke my soul.  I knew in my heart this sweet angel would have been female and named her Brianna.  The abortion was at 5 weeks but it might as well have been full term. All of these years I have kept her in my thoughts, begging her forgiveness.  I pray for her to this day.  I prayed she would be present in this call.  I thank God for what happened in the call.

You said a daughter passed.  I said yes.  You said it was as if her life ended before it started. She called out to Mom.  She said she knows I never forgot her.  She said she knew she was passing.  It was painless.  You said it was as if she was a baby yet younger.  She said It gave her closure to be able to let me know she is okay.  She said I let it weigh me down and I was too hard on myself thru the years.  She loves me and called out to her sister.  She knows I pray for her and that she is with my Mother.  She said she passed and it was an accident.  I said no.  She insisted that it was and was very firm on that. It was I guess because if it had not been for the meds, she'd be here. So I accepted.  She said she has acted as my guardian Angel at times.  My sweet daughter.  I love you!

Many other things transpired in the call.  Mom called out to Dad and had much to say.  Thank you George for sharing your gift.  I know it is not about you, but you could hide away this gift away and life would be easier for you.  So thank you so much.

Judy

Evangeline and Kevin's session

Before we share our experience from our session with George, you have to understand that to us, our animal companions are just like people and we love them just as much as we would any child we would have ever had.

The "person" we had hoped to hear from came in loud and clear and we were so worried that because of the fact that he was literally a little bird he wouldn't. Maybe because we didn't just think of him as a little bird, but him, who he was inside, his personality, that that is why we were able to connect to him.

He was born to our birds, Baby Burd and Buster, and we shared 9 years of Bug's life with him. He and his little sister (who only lived three weeks after she was born), were quite a very welcome surprise to all of us.

His little legs were always shorter than the rest of them, but that did not stop him from hanging upside down on his cage, scaring us half to death. He was the littlest of them, but that did not stop him from being the most playful, spirited, funniest. He taught us courage, and that very big things come in the tiniest of packages,

The first time he tried to use his wings to be with his parents, he tried to land on them, making them run for their lives. He was always curious, wanting to see what his human father was doing at his hobby table, so, he would take it upon himself to climb down off his cage and run across the floor to go see.

After years of renting, we finally bought our first home. We were so happy. Soon after, Buggy became paralyzed after a head injury. This happened so suddenly. Our joy very quickly turned into a nightmare that we would never wake up from. We never expected it. It did hit us from “out in left field”, as George stated. We took him to three different vets. We saw him become strong for two days and then go downhill quickly after that. This all happened in the course of 3 weeks.

The initial injury itself had happened in December, however, we never expected anything to come out of it as he seemed fine. However, in late January and February, we noticed him having trouble with his balance. He quickly lost the use of his legs and had a very hard time holding himself up to eat or even to be able to go to the bathroom. The side effects of the medications and the stress of getting them into him, all took it's toll on his tiny body. He passed on February 18^th, 2009.

One “sign” that came to me, when this all started with Buggy, was from a little dog that had been my constant companion while growing up and best friend. His name was Ari. He literally came to me in a dream and just looked at me. He was in his most perfect form, healthy and literally had a sparkle in his eyes. Ari had always been a gentle soul and comforting and it was like he was telling me that Buggy would be ok as I could see that he was, also. It was like he was letting me know it was Buggy's time to go. Two and a half weeks later, Buggy was gone.

Buggy let us, through George, know that pets who passed on previously, were there to ease the way. It gave me a great sense of peace that they were there with him. In this life on this earth, the gift of unconditional love, is the greatest gift we could ever have.

George mentioned in the session, “like when a dog greets you at the door when you come home” in regards to the fact that pets were there to help bring Buggy over. George genuinely seemed glad that credit was given to them from Buggy. Keep in mind, George never knew that he was also our little animal companion. Even when the session was completed.

The worst part was watching Buggy's spirit die each day that he could not play with his bird parents or us, anymore. He was so tiny and innocent. It made us feel helpless and sick inside watching this bright little light going out in our hands.

We had to let him go to find peace. Not to hurt him, not because we did not want him, but because he needed to be free again. Free to be who he was inside. That playful little imp that came into our world so unexpectedly.

He was a “son” to us and a literal son to his bird parents. He was also a brother to a sibling who passed when she was only three weeks of age. He was also our little playful “friend”. All three, he and his bird mom and dad, were our three little “chickens” and “nuggets”.

He brought us so much joy and we made that choice for him to not suffer anymore. He fought until the end. He did not want to leave us and we did not want to let him go. But, he could not stay in this world full of pain and suffering.

I had read enough books about “graduating” from this earth, when you finish what you are here to do, but when it comes to letting the one that you feel so responsible for go, the one you try to protect from anything bad, you feel so helpless. You don't know where or what or who is going to happen when you let them go. You realize that you really never had any power at all. That you can not stop or control things no matter how much you try when it really is someone's time to “graduate” from this earth. No matter how much you love them and want them to stay with you forever.

The absolute worst part is that you can not literally explain this to the little one whose life that you hold in your hand.

So, I asked for whoever could “hear” me to be there to catch him when he comes through.

I had read once, from one of George's books that the souls will communicate to us what we need to hear in order to help heal and move on with our lives, with the hope of seeing them again one day. They will not tell us what we think we want to hear and this proved so true in our particular case. There were no “parlor” tricks, no “tests”.

Again, our only concern was hearing from Buggy. So many emotional aspects of his passing that were agonizing to us were addressed and again, George would never have had any way to know or understand what we went through specific to this time.

George could have stopped at the fact that Buggy had gone quickly and tragically. But, he addressed, through the souls, the very fears, the pain, the responsibility we felt.

Buggy came through as our “son” but not our son. George was trying to make sure he understood what he was picking up from him and because we couldn't clarify it, as per the session rules, he let us know that as long as we understood, then he was fine with the interpretation.

After the session, I so much wanted to explain to him why he was seeing and hearing the relationship we had with who came through the way he did. That he did not "misinterpret" anything and we know he tried very hard to make sure he was not misrepresenting what the souls were trying to get through to us.

In Buggy's final moments on this earth, when he had first started to be put under, he panicked. I grabbed him and held him to my chest for a second. I was afraid for him being afraid and I wanted to run away with him and hold him close and never let him go. But I couldn't. The euthanasia also took longer as his circulation had slowed down due to the medication they had given him. His heartbeat was still going, even though he was “gone” and under anesthesia. His body was still here for a little bit, as George stated. The vet finally stated he was gone. I put my hand over his little body to say goodbye for the final time. We had to let him go and walk out of that room and go on with our lives without him.

George would never ever had anyway of knowing in those final moments what we went through to make sure Buggy went over peacefully. We feel like we failed him. George was very clear in letting us know that Buggy was telling us that there was nothing we could have done to save him. It was not our fault. George did not know the circumstances and could not have known what we were and are feeling.

George has done so many sessions over the years and could probably make an educated guess, but never in a million years would he know what to say to ease just a little of the pain in our hearts from the thoughts that haunt us in losing him. George stated twice at different times in the session that Buggy hoped his words would take the “bite” out of our pain. Buggy, when extremely playful or excited, could bite and we took that as a direct sign in the use of that word, that it was from him.

George did address, specifically, from Buggy, the responsibility that we felt, the feeling like we could have saved him, that we didn't know what to do, but we were trying to do the right thing. It was so exact to what we had been and have been thinking and feeling. George could have stopped at the, yes, it was tragic and happened quickly, but those fears, the anguish, our feeling of trying to do the right thing, how would George know the exact circumstances?

It was funny, in that one day, before the session, I had been putting things away into the box that held Buggy's cremains. They are still in a little bag and the fact the one I loved was ashes in a bag, just was not something I could wrap my mind around. I just sat, holding that bag and tried to connect it to Buggy's little green body. George stated that Buggy was being compassionate about our pain, knowing that we were left holding “the bag”.

On a little tribute page to Buggy, on our computer, I had written the words that we wanted him to be safe, loved, protected and happy. Several times throughout the session, George stated that Buggy wanted us to know that he was safe and happy. Those words were not random, especially when George said that he, meaning George himself, did not want to censor himself from saying them. Buggy must have really wanted that to come through.

A book I had been reading at the time of Buggy's death, “Illusions of a Reluctant Messiah”, by Richard Bach, was alluded to in the session, when George stated that Buggy did not want us to create an “illusion” in regards to the circumstances of his passing.

The book had a blue feather on the cover and the vet who euthanized Buggy, had placed a blue feather on an imprint she had done for us of his beak and feet. She, also, had no way of knowing I was reading that book and I hope to believe as George has stated many times, that they find ways of letting us know that they are still with us. Buggy was covered in green feathers with a little bit of blue. The most logical choice would have been what he was covered in, green...but, she placed a blue feather on the imprint.

Our only goal was to make sure that he wasn't alone, that he was safe and happy and not afraid and despite it not being a conventional "parent child" relationship with us and being a little bird, he came through. We had said to ourselves, that he was the first one we wanted to hear from and anybody else can come after (not that we don't want to hear from them - but he was our very first concern). He did and the weird thing was that even though other names were heard, throughout the session, the gist of it was that he was not alone. That he was safe and happy. That these others, that we also love, are with him. Even though they were there, they knew that that was what we needed to know. They let that be the point of the communication and George did specifically state that they were there to let us know that he was not alone. They knew to let him be the focus. And he was.

My paternal grandmother, who I had been named after, came through. I have felt her presence several times in my life after she passed on, especially in times of stress. George was specific about the being named for you part and the fact that it was in another language. He also mentioned that she has come through as an “guardian angel”, confirming what I already knew. Later in the reading, she came through again and my father's name came out of that. Especially his Greek given name, Demetrios, or, in English, Jimmy. It was her. She was there to let me know she was with Buggy. He couldn't be with a better person.

My Greek uncles came through from another side of my parents, Uncle Nick, Uncle John. They called out to my Uncle Pete and my cousin Steve (Stavros), still on this earth. George could not have known which uncle I felt “affection” from. Years ago, my mother had written a book, “Katerina's Song” regarding growing up in Greece during WWII. “Katerina” or Catherine came through, briefly, so I believe that is tied somehow to them, also.

My husband's grandmother's name, Helen, also came through and we believe his father was actually the “grandfather” Buggy spoke of when he initially came through. The reason we believe so, is because my grandmother was alluded to as a grandmother or great grandmother and because George “knew” Buggy was so young, tried to clarify the age of the souls as they would appear to him. The “grandfather” came through again, later in the reading to let us know he was there.

As my husband and I decided I would be the “phone” person, George was very specific in the session of making sure that we understood when Buggy included everybody as we all have felt the pain of his loss. We were all with him, me, my husband and his bird parents, who literally would lay over him to protect him. They have felt it just as deeply, if not more than we did and are. His bird parents loved him very much and we can see that they miss him, too.

We are so grateful for having had this opportunity. Until we all meet again, this is such a gift to us. There will be days when we need to hear the recording again and again, just to get us through. But we did want to let George know that as confusing as the relationship definition was, his interpretation of what they were trying to get through made sense and resonated deep within.

To us, this just proves what we already felt deep inside. Even though animals on this earth occupy different sized bodies and can not speak to us in our language, they are very much aware and feel and love and deserve just as much, if not more, respect from any on this earth.

We know it must be hard, trying to help get the messages across when everybody has their own interpretations, but George's genuine desire to get it right came through.

Thank you, again, for providing the service that you do. From everything to the prompt responses to our concerns with the appointment and the actual session itself, thank you. Everything was handled, we felt, with our concerns in mind.

On a very personal thank you to George. I have read his books and basically followed his career for years and have also felt that he was sincere in what he does. I went into this session, knowing, through his work, what to expect in terms of how he conducts his sessions.

He is a very genuine person who really seems to want to bring peace and hope to those who suffer in their grief. We are very grateful that there are those who are “gifts” on this earth.

From what we have read, he went through a lot in his own life in regards to his “gift” and the fact that he has put it to such good use, is a testament to the type of person he is.

Thank you, again, so much. You will never know how much we appreciated “hearing” from our loved ones that have passed on. We just hope you get back as much as you give to those in need.

Sincerely,

Evangeline and Kevin

Lupe's session

Good morning, Mr. Anderson!!!
It was so nice to put voices to pictures!  It was nice talking to you when you called to confirm our phone appointment with Mr. Anderson.    And it was wonderful, and emotional talking (listening???) with Mr. Anderson after all the anticipation and emotion of waiting. 

It’s taken me almost 2 months to write, because it’s taken me this long to digest all that was given us during our phone session on Feb. 12.  And I didn’t know quite what to say.

First of all, I felt the appointment was meant to be, because that particular date was there and available.  That date in particular was my parents’ wedding anniversary, and would have been their 60th.    I kept going back and forth in my heart, wondering whether to proceed or to cancel.  But I’m glad I didn’t.   In the very beginning, when he said a big “heart” over my Mom, I felt that Dad was acknowledging  her and that he was honoring their marriage and still loves her.  For better or for worse, my Dad honored his vows and commitment to my Mom.    Although I hoped there would be mention, I came to realize that once passed from this earth, time is no longer of essence. 

 We were amazed although not surprised at his comment about a LOT of “souls” being there with my Dad.  We have such a huge extended family, and some of those calling out were recently passed.   My Dad was so loved by so many,  many people!!!!   We did pass on that information to the people here who we felt they were reaching out to.  They were extremely happy, and not skeptical, as I thought they would be.

 There were only a couple of “names” that we didn’t recognize, and we still try to figure out who they could be.  I’m sure in time, they will reveal themselves.

 Although I don’t know how other people feel, after a session, I can only say, that it did leave me emotionally drained.  Although the call was mostly directed at me, and at my Mom;   my Son,  my Sister, a brother and niece, were also there, and their thoughts and input were very emotional as well.  My Dad was such a BIG part of all our lives.  The last 2 ½ years have been the hardest thing we’ve had to deal with, not to mention how his passing has taken such a toll on each one of us in our relationships with each other.  The passing of a loved one – especially a parent – does have a GREAT effect on the survivors.   God only knows when or if time will heal.

All in all, I felt good about the session.  I still get the “tug” at my heartstrings when I think about it, but I would do it again in a heartbeat!!  My Dad was a musician, and lead an orchestra band and then more recently, a more laid back band with my brothers.  One song he sang, is the one that I play more often than the rest.  It’s called “Mi Razon”.  The main purpose of the song is that no matter how lost or confused we are or how hard we try to analyze “why” – to stop and realize that  “everything has it’s purpose or reason”.     Funny how all the years he played and sang his songs for entertainment, I never really “listened” to the words to the songs; I  just loved listening to him sing and play his guitar.  The night before his memorial and our private family viewing in our home town, as we traveled back to Pueblo, my brother played one of the cd’s he’d made of one of the dances they played.  No one in the car spoke a word.  Just listened – and cried – or sang with him – as he taught us all – even the grandchildren.   That was the first time I really paid attention to the words to that song.  

 So here, I thank you Mr. Anderson, (and your staff) for using your unique blessing to help us “lost souls”  to find some purpose to all the suffering, a reason for everything he was put through, and to find some kind of closure to all the heart-wrenching questions and memories and accepting that it was his time to go, and that we have to continue here until it is our time.  But also -  to know that he is o.k., he’s not alone, and he is happy – and well – and that he is still here with each one of us, and knows what is going on in our lives!!!!!

Again, I’ll say, that I don’t know if you travel, but if you ever do decide to come to our beautiful state  I would love to meet you in person, face-to-face, and do another session!!!!   (I don’t know if/when I’d ever get to NY…)

 Thank you!!!

 Lupe 

Jana's session

 My youngest sister and I met with you at a speaking even in Seattle, WA.  I had lost my husband one month earlier to a violent homicide, and we had lost my brother four months earlier to an accidental drowning.  The blow of either of these losses was crippling, and the combination of the two was more than any family should have to stand.  My grief was so heavy that I was in a complete fog, and I thought going back to work would help.  Two weeks after my husband died, I received an email at work from Discovery U in Seattle, advertising a speaking appearance by you, saying that you were a medium who had helped thousands of families deal with the pain of losing a loved one.  Getting this email was so completely random (it had made it through spam filters) but I remember very clearly that I felt like I was on auto pilot after receiving it.  I called my mother, and told her about it, and even though we had never even discussed mediums, she immediately knew who you were.  She said she had seen you on and HBO special years before, and at the time she felt that you were a genuine communicator with souls.  I remember my mom bought tickets to the seminar, and I bought the airline tickets, and for the first time since the day my husband died, I felt like I knew what I was doing.  I’d like to make one thing clear, the advertisement made absolutely no mention of you doing any readings for anyone, it was informational only.  I just wanted to hear you talk, and my mom was set to go with me.

Jana

Viviana's session:

(Viviana's session was not a formal session--it was a spontaneous session that happened on a street in New York City when George was compelled by a soul to speak to her loved one here.  The letter is unedited so as not to change her thoughts.)

Mr. George, I am not sure if you will possibly remember me, but I am the lady from the bus.  You talked to me one day 8 years ago when I wait for the bus, and I think this will be the greatest gift I ever got from a person to help me.

My name is Viviana, I saw you that day when you walk down the street in midtown as I wait for the bus.  I read your book and think to myself there can't possibly be the man I read about just walking down the street near me, but you are the same looking as your picture from the book.  So I hold my breath and think to myself Dear God maybe it is a sign I am going to find help from this man from my daughter Beatrice.

I stare at you but I think I make you uncomfortable because I look and look and then say hello to you Mr. George, and you smile and say hello but you do not stop.  So my heart break and I say Dear Beatrice why you bring me so close to this man and not make him speak to me?  But I was stopped  in my sentence because you come back like you forgot something and I know what it is for.

For the story I would like to tell is about my Beatrice who is my beautiful daughter who come to NY to go to college and because I am fearful for her I come from Brazil and help her to find someplace to live and we work and she go to school.  She was so happy to be here and let me tell you it was hard work I take any job I can to make money for her to learn, it was hard but I know in my heart it is for her future so we do best we can for it.

In 2 years later my Beatrice want to go to skiing with her friends so they make a trip but they have trouble.  The car crashes and Thanks God nobody is hurt but Beatrice feels sick and she comes back.  One day later she starts to throws up and she is very sick so we go to the hospital and she loses conscious.  She is in a coma for 10 days with bleeding in her head the doctor cannot stop.  So they tell to me it is time to let her go, but I can't.  I am a mother and a mother can not kill her only daughter who is so in love with.  They explain to me Beatrice will never be to walk or be happy again so I think I am selfish not to let her go to God.  I make the papers to give her to God, and I hold her little hand until Beatrice is gone.  She is gone to God, I know, but my heart break in so many ways like maybe I rush too much to stop her life, and maybe God also can bring her back if I let there to be more time to make her better.  I am ashamed of myself and think I am a killer of my beautiful girl.  I have such pain in my heart I dont know what to do.

My friend give me your book and it is hard to read because it is English which you can see I am not so good at, but I try and try and learn and ask my friend in some parts what do you mean.  So I learn so much and I can dream that Beatrice is very happy and she look down on me and try to help me.  So for that I am so grateful to you Mr. George, but the best comes in One year when I see you walking in the street.  I say to you Hello Mr. George and you smile and say hello but you still walk.  So I ask my Beatrice please so tell me something here is the chance.  And a gift from God, you stop and come back to me.  You say some lady is telling you to come here, and I know who it is.  I told you yes and you tell me she say she is Daughter, also yes.  She tell you to tell me not to worry so much, and you say the words I think I will die to hear, you say she tell you I did not kill her, I have to let her go to her happiness in the other side. You tell me she love me and forgive me and I can see her again and she will help me to live here.  I need to hear her say she forgive me so much it make my heart feel so good.  I know I cry and I am sorry to cry when you talk, but you tell me things only Beatrice can tell me, so I know you are true and good.   You make me laugh in the end because you say she cant tell you her name, only B, but I tell you yes it is BEA, and you say no she only say B so I laugh at that I know what you mean.  But my beautiful Beatrice stop your walk that day because she love me and forgives I know, and you help me in a way nobody but for God can help me.

Thank you again to you Mr. George, I am so grateful to you and your kindness.  I hope one day to give a kindness to you myself, but I also ask God for a kindness to you always.

Your friend Viviana

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