Introduction
Living life is much more than existing from moment to moment. It is about experiential learning. It is about accessing the frequency of love. It is about weaving the connection between heaven and earth and because we are all here, together, we are ready and worthy of this connection.
My name is Matthew Stapley. I am a psychic-medium or perhaps mentally ill. I’ll let you decide from what you read in the following stories. Throughout most of my life I have been labelled, assessed, checked out (and checked in) and have also been a Spiritualist certified Medium, devoted to faith, and a testimony of the healing power of Spirit. The balance between completely insane and connection with the higher realm apparently lies within the perception of the physical existence and not necessarily the perception of the existence of God or as I like to call it – Source.
I was born on August 28th 1985 at a hospital in Ottawa, Canada. My parents were happy to have me as I was their first (hopefully planned) child. I came from a loving mother and father who always did their best to support myself and my younger brother Michael.
The early days of my life weren’t always easy although in hindsight I am very thankful for them. In my understanding of life I have had the pleasure of realizing that even though things can be difficult it doesn’t make the experiences less valuable in fact, hardships can enrich the more positive aspects of life here on earth. On one hand I was incredibly lucky to be born into a family that was able to address mine and my brother’s needs on the emotional and physical level. My father was very fortunate at a younger age to be mentored by a very successful manager in the government and so he and my mother had some financial success which they decided they would use to raise my brother and myself.
My mother, from childhood, always had an interest in psychic phenomena and the occult. Her father, Peter, was Ukrainian orthodox however held strong beliefs about psychics and mediums of which he was one of the best examples. He was a medium although I didn’t find this out until my early twenties. Her mother was Catholic and always seemed to hold so much faith – hardships notwithstanding. She was also eerily good at discovering the hiding places of lost objects.
On my father’s side of the family there was my grandmother and grandfather who were both farmers. My grandmother was born in Toronto of a somewhat socialite family. She met my grandfather and together they took over his family’s cattle farm. Both of them were members of the united church. I’ll never forget my grandmother’s supportiveness and compassion towards just about anyone. My grandfather was always interested in new and upcoming things and from my early memories he kept a journal of the weather in order to predict the best times to plant, harvest and care for his land.
My parents always said that I was interested in mystical – psychic- things from a young age. I often had visions, growing up, of far off lands and was usually in the company of an imaginary friend or two. Whether they were real or figments of my imagination I was never sure. One thing was for certain though and that was that I seemed to have something happening below the surface. It was this something that led me to become a professional psychic-medium later on in life.
My name is Matthew Stapley. I am a psychic-medium or perhaps mentally ill. I’ll let you decide from what you read in the following stories. Throughout most of my life I have been labelled, assessed, checked out (and checked in) and have also been a Spiritualist certified Medium, devoted to faith, and a testimony of the healing power of Spirit. The balance between completely insane and connection with the higher realm apparently lies within the perception of the physical existence and not necessarily the perception of the existence of God or as I like to call it – Source.
I was born on August 28th 1985 at a hospital in Ottawa, Canada. My parents were happy to have me as I was their first (hopefully planned) child. I came from a loving mother and father who always did their best to support myself and my younger brother Michael.
The early days of my life weren’t always easy although in hindsight I am very thankful for them. In my understanding of life I have had the pleasure of realizing that even though things can be difficult it doesn’t make the experiences less valuable in fact, hardships can enrich the more positive aspects of life here on earth. On one hand I was incredibly lucky to be born into a family that was able to address mine and my brother’s needs on the emotional and physical level. My father was very fortunate at a younger age to be mentored by a very successful manager in the government and so he and my mother had some financial success which they decided they would use to raise my brother and myself.
My mother, from childhood, always had an interest in psychic phenomena and the occult. Her father, Peter, was Ukrainian orthodox however held strong beliefs about psychics and mediums of which he was one of the best examples. He was a medium although I didn’t find this out until my early twenties. Her mother was Catholic and always seemed to hold so much faith – hardships notwithstanding. She was also eerily good at discovering the hiding places of lost objects.
On my father’s side of the family there was my grandmother and grandfather who were both farmers. My grandmother was born in Toronto of a somewhat socialite family. She met my grandfather and together they took over his family’s cattle farm. Both of them were members of the united church. I’ll never forget my grandmother’s supportiveness and compassion towards just about anyone. My grandfather was always interested in new and upcoming things and from my early memories he kept a journal of the weather in order to predict the best times to plant, harvest and care for his land.
My parents always said that I was interested in mystical – psychic- things from a young age. I often had visions, growing up, of far off lands and was usually in the company of an imaginary friend or two. Whether they were real or figments of my imagination I was never sure. One thing was for certain though and that was that I seemed to have something happening below the surface. It was this something that led me to become a professional psychic-medium later on in life.
