Ghost Whisperer - I Can See Dead People and Read the Future

Jan 22, 2025 - CONFIRMATION

I see dead people and I can prove it.

On May 23, 2024, I saw the ghost of a man. The next day that man was reported missing. His name was Dalton Bartnik. Today (January 22, 2025) I read an article from CTV news confirming Dalton is deceased. I can no longer deny what I saw.

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Over the last year, I made peace with the fact I am capable of remote viewing, telepathy and seeing the future.

The books I released as fiction are actually channeled material, similar to Bashar, Dolores Cannon and Jane Roberts (Seth). Recently, the Telepathy Tapes podcast has become popular discussing the link between autism and telepathy. American intelligence agents have revealed they use psionics to communicate with inter-dimensional beings. Aliens.

There is one more big announcement before the true Ontological Crisis will begin.

The Telepathy Tapes Podcast

UFO Whistleblower Jake Barber's SECRET Statement About "Psionic Relationship With Aliens"

What is an Ontological Crisis?

MY FIRST SUSPICIONS

In 2018, I suspected I was capable of remote viewing after Bruce McArthur was arrested. As media reported the details of his crimes, I noticed an uncomfortable fact. The deaths were eerily similar to the visions I had that inspired my 2014 book, Are You Watching Me?

I had those visions while visiting my friend Gabe in his Toronto. After McArthur was arrested, told me he was excited and terrified to learn McArthur lived in the same complex on Thorncliffe Drive where he used to live. I went cold. I had seen visions of men being murdered while visiting Gabe.

Could my visions have been real?

Link: Bruce Mcarthur What We Know

Confirm for yourself at the link below. You can confirm publication dates and read the preface in the Sample. I've included the body of the Preface below.

Are You Watching Me? on Amazon

The fear that real murders could have inspired my work of fiction paralyzed me for years. Because the next book I was supposed to write was called The Witches of Cuba. It involved Clive Dufault stumbling into an international human trafficking ring led by black witches in Hollywood. 

So I stopped. If my visions were true, I did not want to look further into whatever was happening there. Maybe that makes me a coward. Maybe if I had written that book and exposed what was happening in 2019 things would be different.

Writing Witches of Cuba terrified me because I realized I wasn't writing it alone. 

Every time I sat down to write, a woman appeared in my mind. She walked out of the ocean dressed in white and I KNEW, at the core of my being, KNEW that it was real spirit talking to me. The more I wrote, the stronger her voice became. She wanted me to uncover what evil witches were doing and I ran away.

I stopped writing and helped my friend Maer Wilson with her publishing company, Ellysian Press. 

Link: Ellysian Press

I spent several years helping with cover art, editing and marketing. It allowed me a creative outlet without hearing the voice of the Lady in White.

That changed when my childhood hero, John Gray, chose our publishing company to publish his first book.

John created a series called The Ghost Whisperer, my second favourite TV series when I was a kid. (The first was Buffy, obviously).

I've always been able to see ghosts but I didn't tell people. I saw how people treated Melinda so I stayed quiet.

John said he chose Ellysian Press because he liked our covers. And that felt like a crowning achievement. John had inspired me and he liked me work. How could any experience top that?

John Gray - The Desecrated

So I left the publishing company and decided to focus on my own art again. Mostly because I had completely forgotten about the Lady in White.

DEVIL'S MOUNTAIN - PREDICTING THE FUTURE

In 2023 I found myself unemployed from due to a manager. I took a year off and took the time to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. That is when i discovered Tyler Henry. I watched his Netflix Special Life After Death and was transformed.

I thought: I would love to be able to do what he does.

And a little voice at the back of my head said: You can.

Then I said: Well not as good as him.

And the voice said: Practice.

And I said: F&ck that I have no intention of being af&cking professional psychic. That's a crappy job and no one will believe me. No one believed me about the racism at work. Why would they believe I can communicate with spirits and remote view? No. I want to me a director. So, voice in my head, if you want to help, give me a movie.

And the voice said: Okay. Here's a movie about a group of psychics. Are you ready for the message?

And then the Lady helped me write Devil's Mountain. 

I got into a deep trance, thought about each of the actors cast in the movie and the Lady gave me storylines for each of them.

In hindsight, I realize this is not how most people write.

MY VISIONS COME TRUE

Since 2023, I have watched as all the storylines I wrote came happened later in real life. I had little money so I cast my boyfriend, Michael, and people hew knew. Ashley plays his sister. We were all set to film a scene where she talks about her brother almost dying. We canceled when Ashley's real life brother, Dean, was in a horrendous car accident. His car ended up in a ditch filled with water, his spine broken. Miraculously, another car was nearby. They held his head above water until the ambulance came. Thankfully Dead has made a full recovery. A miracle.

Another actor was cast to discuss what it was like growing up with a crazy mother now that she has completely lost touch with reality. I later learned I knew her mother. Unfortunately the prediction was accurate.

Carly plays a psychic with a warning; An armada of alien ships is heading to earth and will arrive by 2027.

My character, Miska, was a child star who tried to whistleblow on an unbelievable truth: his record company is involved in human trafficking. Music videos are essential advertisements for wealthy men. He is told to take some money and shut up or he will be killed. So he makes a deal with the devil to become a rock star on his own. The Devil tells him Hollywood will be destroyed and will be remade in Detroit, as long as the people fulfil the promise Antoinde de le Mothe Cadillac made to the Nain Rouge.

Some of those things, I could pass off as coincidence. But the idea that aliens from the ocean were coming to save us from patriarchy by 2027? That's a bit much for a coincidence. But i still needed objective proof.

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE

In December 2023, my boyfriend's father grew suddenly ill. When I walked into the hospital room to visit him, I saw the spirt of his mother watching over him. No one else saw her. I looked back and forth between Wayne and his mother. I knew what it meant but I refused to believe it. I stared at her but she never took her eyes off her son.

She said: December 15th. I heard it clearly.

I felt like screaming but said nothing. On the drive home, I told my boyfriend I saw the spirit of his grandmother. He called me a necromancer and I knew I couldn't say anything else. I didn't want to believe his father was going to pass either. But he did. On December 15th.

I shut down for months.

Eventually I convinced myself it was all a trick of the mind. On May 23, 2024 I was laying in bed and I had a conversation with God. I said I was going to need more verification than that before going public.

And the second I thought that, I saw the spirit of Dalton Bartnik, a man I had never met and had no reason to suspect was dead. Since then, I have held onto the hope the vision was incorrect. But today (January 22, 2025) I read an article stating there were pictures of his body that clearly indicate he is dead.

UNBELIEVABLE

In 2024, something even more unbelievable happened. Aliens. Since November of 2024, there have been mass sightings of "drones" and "orbs" all around the world. Disclosure is happening as I write this. Every day more and more of the truth comes out. Which means I have to come to terms with my own truth.

I speak with an entity I call The Lady. Although I have not yet read Ufo of God by Chris Bledsoe, I now follow them on social media. It appears we are communicating with the same entity. After the last few months, I've found many more who regulary communicate with The Lady. I am not alone.

Video: Chris Bledsoe talks UFO of GOD, The River, The Lady & More | Bledsoe Said So: Episode 83

It is healing to learn other people have gone through similar experiences which is why i'm working on a "coming out" video called Unbelievable. It started as promotional material for Devil's Mountain, but has turned into a musical comedy special about God and the purpose of art.

One more thing has to happen before enough people will believe me.

Now is a good time to find your faith.

WORLD PEACE

It is hard to believe this week after Elon did his little magic trick, but rest assured: World peace is just around the corner.

The satanic vampires (that is a metaphor) who believe they run the world are just rich bullies playing mind games on the working class. It takes an incredible amount of work to prevent world peace. This week, they slipped and revealed themselves too early. We can all see the billionaires for what they are and they will lose.

Just one more storm.

Don't Fall for the Magic Trick: World Peace is Coming

Below is the text of the preface to Are You Watching Me? It shows I suspected long ago I was capable of remote viewing. But I knew it wasn't time to come forward yet. Because, with the help of The Lady, I can see the future.

PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION OF ARE YOU WATCHING ME?

“This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.” If you’re like me, you’ve seen this statement so many times it barely registers any more. Of course, we know it’s just a book or just a movie. Writers often base their books on real events and real people. They change story details and the character names just enough so they’re not recognizable. That’s not what happened with my book. I started writing Are You Watching Me? as a NANOWRIMO in 2014. It took me a few years to write, not because it’s a long book, but because it’s dark. It was difficult for me to get in Clive Dufault’s mind space and, once I finished, even harder to get out of it. There were difficulties with finding the right editor and pre-existing deadlines for my other book series. So, the book wasn’t published until 2016. In January of 2018, the real world got a little too close to my fictional one. Are You Watching Me? is a fictional account of a serial killer in Toronto targeting gay men. The murders are brutal and involve bondage. One of the victims worked in a bar. All fairly generic, innocuous points until Bruce McArthur was arrested. In January 18, 2018, Bruce McArthur, 66, was arrested for the murder of multiple men. They burst into his apartment as he was, apparently, about to kill another. As I write this, he’s pled guilty to eight murders, although there could be more. He had been killing people since the 1970s. Reality sucks. If you’ve read the first edition, you already know Are You Watching Me? is a paranormal thriller with hints of an evil not of this world, an evil that plays a great part in the books of my Activation Series. Like many, I’d heard rumors about a serial killer in Toronto targeting gay men. For years, it was like an urban legend, right up there with alligators in the sewer or Chupacabra. People in the community spoke about it in whispers, but most didn’t actually believe it. When a real murderer was arrested, I felt sick. I took Are You Watching Me? off my social media feeds. I love this book, but I absolutely knew I couldn’t promote it when the McArthur story was all over the news. I stopped all marketing on all my books. Of everything I’ve published, I’m most proud of Are You Watching Me? And I felt pressured to let it slink into obscurity. In the preface to his short story collection, Night Shift, Stephen King answers the question why he chooses to write horror. His answer: “Why do you assume that I have a choice? Writing is a catch-as-catch-can sort of occupation. All of us seem to come equipped with filters on the floors of our minds, and all the filters have differing sizes and meshes. What catches in my filter may run right through yours.” Serial killers get stuck in my filter. They scare the shit out of me, more than any fictional monster, because they’re real. Anyone could be a killer, even the gentle old man who dresses up like Santa Claus. And the more I looked into McArthur, the more freaked out I got. The serial killer in my novel finds people through social media. So, did McArthur. My hero, Clive Dufault, lives in Thorncliffe Park because one of my best friends, Gabe, lived in an apartment there for years. I visited him and stayed at his apartment often. Talking to his Torontonian friends was the first time I heard rumors of a gay serial killer. Bruce McArthur lived in the same building as my friend. At the same time. Being in that Thorncliffe Park complex, all those years ago, gave me an idea for a story that is a little too close to reality for my liking. Once I learned that, I completely shut down. My mind went to very dark places. Could I have seen McArthur in the hallway? On the elevator? Was I visiting Gabe on a night McArthur murdered one of his victims? Is that why the story sank into my subconsciousness, urging me to write it? Of course, this is crazy talk. The odds are very small I would have run into McArthur. That apartment complex is huge. And it’s not like they were neighbours. Gabe lived in the same building but on a different floor. For months, I stopped writing entirely. I knew I had to do something but what? I decided to revise my book. I couldn’t ignore the real murders. I needed, somehow, to do justice to the victims. So, I focused on the righteous anger of the gay community. For decades, the community in Toronto had asked police to investigate numerous suspicious disappearances. The police did not take them seriously. They fucked up because gay lives are expendable, especially those with brown skin. It’s the main reason why police in Toronto have been un-invited from the Gay Pride parade. I’m just a writer. I can’t change the way society assigns value to people. I can’t erase racism or homophobia, but at the very least I can shine a light on them. I thought of revising my book to make it less similar to the real events, but that serves no one. I have an opportunity to tell a story that no one else is telling. Gay men died because society didn’t care they went missing. If we’d cared a little bit more, maybe we would have caught McArthur before he killed so many. This is a work of fiction. The similarities between my book and reality are purely coincidental. At the very least, they are unintentional. On the other hand, my commentary on the relationship between the police and the gay community for this second edition is completely intentional.   

BOOKS BY M JOSEPH MURPHY:

Amazon: M Joseph Murphy on Amazon: Paperback and ebook
Smashwords: M Joseph Murphy Author Page on Smashwords
Kobo: M Joseph Murphy Books on Kobo