Pat's session

Dear George:

I was heart broken and devastated when I came to you a year ago and had a telephone reading.  My mother Bernice passed on January 30th after a long illness.  She was my second best friend and I loved her soooo much.  I believed and prayed for her to get well, but God had another plan.  Then if that wasn't hard enough, my beloved husband William aka Billie died six months later on July 30th.  Again, I was emotionally in shock.  I could not stop crying.  My mother was a believer and I knew she was in heaven, but I still grieved so badly.  My husband was not a Christian, nor was he religious, but he believed in God.  I grieved for the full life that we never had together. 

I read your book after a woman suggested it to me because I could not stop grieving. I read " We Don't Die," then, purchased the rest of your books.  No matter what, I knew that I had to have a reading.  It took a year to set up, but on February 11, 2004, you performed one  for me and it was the best investment that I ever made in my life.  You told me things about my husband, who died before I could get to him, that only he, I and his family knew.   And you also gave me some messages from my mother. 

I can't express to you how much that short session did for my life.  It literally set me free.  I was able to stop grieving, visiting their graves practically every weekend, blaming myself for not doing enough to keep them alive and crying every second whenever I thought about them.  Now, I ony occassionally cry.  I guess I even blamed God for taking them away from me because after your session, I was able to return to church after being gone for four months and have faithfully been serving in the church by singing in the choir.  I believe that you are a true medium, you earnestly hear from our deceased loved one, and you genuinely care about those of us who are grieving.  Thank you for helping me to rise up out of my grief stricken state and helping me to see that we are all put here to for God's purpose.  And when we have done God's purpose, our time here on the earth is up.  Although our bodies go back to the dust from which it came, our loved one's spirit that God has given him or her continues and it never forgets those still living who love him or her.

Thank you my brother in Christ.  May the Lord richly bless you and keep you and cause His face to shine upon you always.   The help you gave to me is priceless.

Agape!  Pat T.

Terry's session

Dear George Anderson, I attended one of your seminars in central New Jersey. I was a member of the association called Compassionate Friends. My Group is located in Mount Holly NJ in Burlington County. My wife and I used to go every month and share our stories of the children that we had lost with the other bereaved parents in attendance. This experience was difficult at first but as time went on it was also healing because in time we realized we were not alone in our unbelievable grief and that it has happened to countless other people.  When we first lost our child, we were always saying, “Why Us? “ In time we were saying, “Why not us? No one escapes sadness and pain in this life.  It is part of life.

    After attending meetings for several months and getting to know and become friends with many other parents I was made aware of you and your books. I found them to be a fascinating read but I was a bit skeptical and believed that you were too good to be true and that there was probably some trickery involved. One our new friends Eileen informed our group of your upcoming seminar. A group of us got together and decided to go to this seminar. I went with some reservation and not without a deal of skepticism. There were several hundred people in attendance so I thought that the chance of any of us getting a reading was slim and none. 

    One of the first things you mentioned was that you saw the color green and wondered if this was significant to anyone or was there anyone there by that name and  you said that an older man was coming thru and you mentioned his name and said that he spoke with a British accent. When you said that a visibly shaken man said that he had come down from Canada to be there that night and he thought that that might be his father. He said his last name was Green and that his father had had an English accent and had indeed been from England. You said many things that were correct or so it seemed.  But I, ever the skeptic thought in the back of mind that this was probably a plant that was put in the audience to convince those in the audience of your authenticity. I was soon to have this skepticism shocked out of my system.

    Our group leader Eileen who had convinced us all to attend this seminar’s dead son came thru. You mentioned that he was a young man and that he was killed in a motorcycle accident. He told his mom that it was ok about the room. No more was mentioned about this. You went on to tell of other relatives that were there with him and how he was happy and that death was not the end of life but that there is life in the hereafter.  You knew so many details that I was truly amazed. You also mentioned that Eileen had lost another child. Our group collectively thought that this was a miss because we all knew that Eileen had only lost one child.  Later that evening she told us that she had had a stillborn daughter many years before when she was a teenager. She had never mentioned that fact to many people. Another shock came to us when one of us in the group asked us what her son might have meant when he said it was ok about the room. Eileen became very emotional at this point and said that she had had not touched his room since he had died and had recently removed his things and changed the room into a study. This floored me. This meant to me that our loved are always with us and never really leave us.  I wished with all my heart that my child had come thru but that hadn’t happened and I accepted that. I figured my only hope was a private session. I have never been able to afford that, but I hope to able to have one someday, but now I know we will meet in the next life and it gives me great peace of mind.

 Sincerely Yours, Terry

Carolyn's session

Dear  Mr. Anderson:

I am writing you to thank you and to apologize.  Last Tuesday I had a telephone session with you, and I am sure I must have been one of your more difficult and frustrating clients.  I have always been a very skeptical person (my skepticism is like a pit bull guarding the doors to my reality, keeping out whatever is not genuine), but I have always fervently hoped that life extends beyond the bounds of this earth existence.  I have never before consulted a medium, but when my husband died last May, I knew I had to do this.

I just wanted you to know thast I have subsequently recognized the names you mentioned--some of them which should have been so obvious to me that its unnerving.  I have listened to the tape many times over the last four days, and most of the information makes perfect sense to me now.   I can't explain why I kept saying "NO", especially at the start of the session, when you said two males entered the room, and the younger one came forward.  I instinctively recognized them as my husband and my dad, but I still said "No."  I guess the word "younger" threw me--as my husband and I were the same age when he passed.

Your mention of the movie, ""Meet me in St. Louis"  floored me.  My husband was ill for over 5 years with pulmonary fibrosis, which progressively destroyed his lungs, as you said.  This vibrant, healthy man eventually required full-time oxygen and needed a wheelchair if we left the house.  In late 2003 we traveled from our hometown to St. Louis so he could get a lung transplant.  He got his transplant in December 2003, and had six wonderful weeks of life as we used to remember it, walking the beach and planning our future.  In late April he developed and infection, and again we returned to St. Louis.  The doctors were powerless to stop it, and as you said during the session--the health problems he was living with took a sudden turn for the worse--he died May 18th.

The information you have given me from my husband and all my loved ones in the beyond is a treasure I will keep with me for the rest of my days here.  Thank you so much, and please continue what you are doing, despite the pitbulls of skepticism.  God Bless you.

Sincerely, Carolyn
 

Joe's session

The session my family and I had with George  Anderson exceeded all of our expectations.
Six of us went, 2 believers, 4 skeptics. Seventy minutes later, the score was Believers 6, Skeptics 0.

The loss our family experienced was a bolt of lightning in a clear blue sky. Three plus years ago, it came out of nowhere, and devastated friends and family alike.

I became aware of George and his work 13 years ago. Saw him on Unsolved Mysteries. Then came across Joel Martin and Patricia Romanowskis' book about George, "We Don't Die". These were very fortuitous events for me, as it helped better prepare me for my brothers passing.

Twelve years of Catholic school did not instill a faith, or a belief in God, or an afterlife.
It was impossible to believe that there was a continuance of spirit.
Lucky for me, I came to know about George Anderson.
It really helps ease the pain to know there is a better place, there is something beyond this life, and that our spirit continues its journey when we drop the physical bonds of this earth.

Georges' work and ability has helped all of us more than any other individual, group, or institution has.

We are lucky to have this information, knowledge and understanding passed on to us by a man who has been blessed, and dare I say burdened, with this ability to hear what most cannot.

I have listened over and over to the tape of our reading with George. In 70 minutes, there was only one name we could not confirm. Everything else, we all affirmed, and understood.

George also came up with a code name my skeptical nephew picked before the reading.
George addressed my nephew directly, and said the name "Dorothy" to him. George said it is not someone living, and not someone who has passed, but it was a codename, and if George said it, my nephew would know he was really hearing from his father!
That little nugget was Georges' walk-off, game winning, grand slam home run!

As we were leaving, George opened the door to the hotel room, thanked us for coming, and said, "Keep me in your prayers", or "Remember me in your prayers", words to that affect. That hit me. Here's a guy who has a direct line to the other side, asking for us to pray for him. It helped me to remember he is just a guy like everyone else, just alot more fine tuned.

Thank you George, and your crew too.

Joe D.
Staten Island, N.Y.

 Carolynn's session

Dear George,
With all my heart, first and foremost, I need to express the overwhelming and profound gratitude I feel for the messages you brought forth from my brother this past wednesday night (November 10th). I am still processing the experience and trying to recover from the emotional impact it had on me. It has been a really tough couple of
days.

You brought my mom and I as close to my brother Danny as we could ever get being the mere mortals that we are. It was like standing at the threshold of heaven's door and getting to peek inside.

Before I even go on to talk about the experience as it affected me, I feel compelled to reach out and embrace you  with my eternal gratitude and love. The burden of your gift must be such a heavy one to bear. I hope your knowing how much you help people in grief, eases that burden.

I feel like I have known you for many years. I have read your books, given them to people who have lost loved ones and bought them again. I believed in your gift before my brother passed and I believe in you and the Hereafter even more so now. My faith is stronger than ever.

You said many things that were incredibly accurate. You passed along messages like, "he comes to you in a motherly manner, yet he says you are not his mother." That was a running joke our entire lives. I am the oldest of four children and I was my mother's helper. I watched over my brothers and sister even in our adulthood. He always said, sometimes in anger, sometimes in jest, "you are not my mother!"

You also passed congratulations on to me from Danny regarding a recent birth. 2 years after his death, I gave birth to a little girl. My brother knew before he died, that we had been struggling unsuccessfully for some time to conceive and that I was sad about it.  My pregnancy and the birth of my daughter was and has been the happiest time of my
entire life. He also came through to say that I am "happier now" - that my life was more balanced but Danny didn't want to "air my dirty laundry or scandalize me." That reference was so specific and accurate, I am still reeling.

I lived in a chronic state of worry while Danny was alive. He lived a hard and reckless life. I always knew he would pass young and I worried about him every single day of my life. He knew how much I worried about him and would tell me if he died before me he'd haunt me by blowing out all my light bulbs.
My last words to Danny were "please don't die on me."  He died a week later from a self-inflicted insulin overdose. He was 32 years old. His roommates had trapped him (just as he told you he was "trapped") in the apartment after he took the insulin and put him to bed. The insulin reaction caused him to become violent and they thought keeping him restrained was for his own good.  I don't think they realized that he was in danger...they may have thought he was just drunk and would sleep it off. He died in his sleep that night.

Since that night, we have had at least 3 dozen light bulbs blow out in our home.

There is so much more I want to say...I pray for more words to articulate how much it meant to me that you bridged that space between where my brother is and here. I truly know...without question that he is still here with us and that "we don't die."

God Bless everything you are.
Wishing you all the love your beautiful heart can hold.

Carolynn L.

Cynthia's Session

Dear George:

One week ago a received a phone call from you. I would have written this sooner--however, I have found myself overwhelmed since then.

You might recall my son, David--to guide you to his last name he made reference to the Quakers. 

I have had a terrible time in the loss of my son.  Talking to you was like talking to him.  I taped our phone session and every time the grief starts to get too bad, I play that tape.  It is so hard not having my son David here to give a big hug or kiss to anytime I want.  He used to call me every day for something or just to talk.

I used to go to a couple of bookstores near here about twice a week after his death.  I would buy and read as many books on grief and on others who have lost loved ones.  I guess, trying to soothe my soul.  It got so bad that the books started to run into each other and were no help at all. 

My belief in God and prayer was rekindled one day, and it has become stronger every day.  The death of my son brought me right down to my knees--it devastated me and my family.  I always told David that God works in mysterious ways.  One particular day on my way to the bookstore, I asked God for guidance in my purchase of a new book or whatever to help with the pain.  When I walked in, believe it or not, He led me right to your book.   I purchased it on His word, brought it home and began to read it.  I thought, "what kind of book is this?"  I picked it up, I put it down, I picked it up again, and I put it down again.  Finally for some reason, I started reading and couldnt put it down.  I went right out and purchased the other two books and read them.  They gave me peace.  God truly does work in mysterious ways.

I got into your website and saw that it was possible to have a phone session with you.  I couldnt believe it.  As I prayed to Him, God provided me with the funds and an understanding husband and family.  The rest you know.

You are truly a blessed man, George.  The Lord has given you a special gift and a special purpose to help people.  I thank Him and you.

Well I know that you are very busy and I won't hold you up any longer.  I just wanted to tell you that you are appreciated and loved for what you do, and to thank you very much.  God Bless you and keep you safe, George.  A special hug and kiss just for you.  You are special to my heart.

Sincerely,

Cynthia F.
David's Mom

 I had written asking permission to post the details of my reading by George on my website some time ago. I still get comments on it out of the blue from time to time. The power and outreach of his work will never cease to amaze me.

There were a LOT of people there...mostly women, oddly enough. I guess we “macho men” only attend sporting events, strip clubs, and monster truck rallies, but I digress. There had to be at least 600-700 people there, if not more. George Anderson, a calm, soft spoken man who could easily pass for an accountant, talked for about 45 minutes. He discussed his experiences, thoughts, etc., of “the after life” as well as his personal background. After taking a break he spent another 90 minutes or so doing random readings from the audience.

Set up: George would sit in a chair on stage. A microphone was to his left, about 6 feet away. After a hushed prayer and crossing himself he picks up a pad of paper and pen. It appears that he begins to write or scribble on the pad (as I understand it he does this to help him concentrate). He would announce the arrival of a spirit and offer a first name or role in life, or both (such as “Dorothy, approaching as a mother figure” etc). George asked that no one give him any information. He just wanted the subject to answer “yes” or “no” with any further explanation. “It’s the job of the spirit to correct me, not you!” he said. He requested that when he announced a name for anyone in the audience who had an association with someone with that name and/or roll to stand. The spirit would direct him to the person they wanted to contact. He went through several people (perhaps 6 or 7) during the course of seminar. All but one were dead on matches (Oh, a pun!). In retrospect, the one who wasn't was not due to Anderson’s ability. The gentleman simply didn't know much of his family history. During the whole pageantry going on before me I was thinking, “This is entertaining but it could be nothing but a ‘dog and pony show’. For all I knew the subjects were “part of the show” and it was all a stunt. I have always been a believer due to my own past experiences but, in my opinion, being a believer requires a healthy dose of skepticism.

Then, finally, came the closing reading of the evening. This is what happened:

He paused, concentrating, and then he finally said, “A male figure is approaching.” He looked around the crowded room and added, “I'm getting the name ‘Charles’.” My grandfather, my namesake, was named Charles. Suzie had an Uncle Charles. Robbi, at this point, was laughing. It seems her sister had a pet guinea pig named Charlie as a child. A woman sitting on her left was quite appalled at Robbi’s lightheartedness and gave her a stereotypical “evil eye”. Robbi simply shrugged and said, “I don't think it’s the guinea pig!” A few people stood up, myself and Suzie being among them. Robbi opted to risk on the chance that a rodent was NOT trying to communicate to her and stayed in her seat. Although, by the feeling I had, I knew it was pointless for the others to continue standing. It was the oddest sensation that I've ever felt. I simply knew what was about to take place. He added, “He comes as a father figure.”  George looked a little confused and added, “I'm getting two Charles’. The same name for two people.” At that point Suzie sat down. Others sat down…I don't know how many. I didn't bother to scope the room. My attention was fixed on George Anderson. He looked right at me and asked, “Is that understood?” I nodded ‘yes.’ He motioned for me to walk onto the stage. “He’s moving toward you. It has to be you.”

I walked up on stage and stood at the microphone. George sat in a chair not 6 feet from me. His pen was scribbling a mile a minute but the page was blank. As I watched I don't believe the pen even touched the paper. My “nuts and bolts” kind of mind couldn't help but watch. He said, “To confirm, a man named Charles who is a father figure. Correct?”

I said, “Yes.”

He said, “I'm getting another name…Charles and Charlie. Correct?” I agreed again. “He wasn't your father but he was a father figure to you. Correct?” I agreed for yet another time. George smiled and said, “He’s your grandfather! Correct?”

I said, in a choked voice, “Oh, yea.”

This is where it gets weird (as if you could define what I've written so far as “normal”…)

With sudden realization he exclaimed, “He was Charlie and you were Charles, correct?” (FYI: As a child we were known as “Big Charlie and Little Charlie, which I thought was OH so cool! The only people who still call me Charlie are the kids I grew up with in grade school. Then I became ‘Charles’. But my grandfather, whom I called 'Papaw', was ALWAYS ‘Charlie’.)

He then said, “Another man has come with him.” I'm thinking it would be my Uncle Bill, who I adored. They were both my father figures as I grew up and I lost both of them within three months of one another in 1985. All-in-all, 1985 sucked the wind. They stepped in as “my father” because my own father was a worthless sack of cow dung with feet and no hair…not that I'm of the embittered opinionated sort.

George proved me wrong by saying, “Your father is with him. Your father has passed on. Correct?” I know my eyes were the size of half dollars as I affirmed with a cautious nod. George said that my father wanted to say he was sorry. He said, “He knows he wasn't a good father.” To which I responded with a loud “Well, Yeaaaaauh” much to the delight of the audience. He said “Your father has a good sense of humor and says he was ‘no Ward Cleaver’.”  I had to laugh on that one. George then began going on and on how my father had come to say he was sorry. “He was an angry, unhappy man. He died young but it’s because he wanted to. He was a drinker.” (I added “He was the poster child”) He showed George the movie "MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS" as an example of ‘the perfect happy family’ and how he wishes he could have provided that kind of family for us. (Quite often the spirits show him clips from movies to make a point, believe it or not. George is an avid movie fan so the spirits use frames of reference that he will clearly understand)  

“He’s hanging laundry in front of you---he is private and doesn't want to air dirty laundry in front of everyone---but he is offering you the olive branch. He is asking forgiveness and he is fully aware he is the one that had to make the first move. He wishes he could have been a better father; one who was there when you needed him.” He said my father is very proud of how I have turned out and that I was able to ‘beat the odds’. “After all,” says my very dead father, “the way you grew up you could have easily turned out to be a jerk.” (Some would argue that I have done just that, but that’s another story!)

“Your mother is still with us, correct?”

I nodded.

“Your father also calls out to your mother and wants her to know he is always with her, watching over her. And that he’s very sorry. Your father was a man who never wanted to admit he was wrong. Well, he’s here to tell you that he WAS wrong.”

Another person, a woman, entered and stood with my grandfather. It was my grandmother. But she said nothing (which is so not like her!). She wanted to be there to offer her support.           

George said that my grandfather knew that I didn't grow up in a “traditional cherished” home, one in which my parents had stayed together and all was peaches and cream, and he’s sorry for that. “However,” George added, “if it hadn't been that way Charlie wouldn't have had the opportunity to raise you. You always say that you felt lucky to have had HIM when, in reality, it is Charlie who felt he was lucky to have YOU.”  My grandfather then showed him a clip from the movie, “HEIDI”, with Shirley Temple and Jean Hersholt. “Although the gender is different, he’s showing me the kind, loving grandfather.”

He says that I was also surrounded by animals and that’s because I often prefer their company over other people. “As a pet owner I can't say I blame you,” he added with a smile. (FYI: I thought he said “animals”. Suzie thought he said “dogs”. My grandfather had four beagles as I was growing up and I just loved them: Sally, Rowdy-Sport, Prince and Queen. Yes, “Rowdy-Sport”…I wanted to name him Rowdy and Papaw wanted to name him Sport so this was our solution! Make of it what you will.)

George continued with “You've said time and time again, ‘If I could have just five more minutes with him.’ What you need to realize is that Charlie is with you all the time; he has never left your side.” He then added, “He is so very proud of you and all you've done. He and your father are very proud how you manage to stay on the road you have set for yourself and how you can't be deterred from it.”

I wasn't with Papaw when he died. I never had the chance to say ‘goodbye’. I have been so scared that he never knew how much I loved him. I've also thought that I have been such a disappointment to him; that I never lived up to his expectations. I have said so many times, “If I only had five more minutes with him…” Needless to say, I caved at that point and promptly began my award winning Niagara Falls impersonation.

George said that Papaw knows that I pray for him, and he is grateful for that, but he also knows that I often pray “to” him. I talk to him and he hears me. (I don't think a day goes by that I don't look at his picture and say SOMETHING to him. Most of the time I'm bitching about his family but I digress…) He went on to say, “Charlie knows you're going through a very stressful time in your life. He just wants you to know you're not going through it alone.” He continued, “Your father wasn't there for you and, although she is still with us, your mother was never ‘there’ for you, either.” I nodded. "Charlie, like your father, is a private man and doesn't want to air family matters in front of everyone here. But he says you know what he’s talking about.” Again, I nodded. “Charlie is the one person who loved you unconditionally. He wants you to know he still does and he always will.”

“Your grandparents,” George continued, “extend a golden apple to you because you were the apple of their eye and you still are. The sun rose and set on you. Charlie is always with you, as your guardian angel, just as he was in life. Just because he’s moved on doesn't mean his role has changed, so to speak.” (The one thing that struck me was that every time Anderson said the name, “Charlie” he did it with a sense of familiarity, as if he knew my grandfather.)  “He so desperately wanted to reach out to you tonight but, being the kind hearted man he is, he waited for the others to reach out to their loved ones first.” (That is just like him, too. Never one to be pushy, thoughtful of others and he had the patience of Job.)

Finally, George said, “All of them embrace you with love. Charlie gives you a big hug. And they step back.”

I don't know if I received a gift from God, from my grandfather, the cosmos, or any combination there of… but I DO know it changed my life. A tremendous weight was lifted from my shoulders and I was able to breathe again. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the events of that evening started me down a totally new spiritual path. But I certainly got my ‘five more minutes’ and then some. And I'm eternally grateful for the experience.