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Meet Our Team Psychic/Mediums
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The Atlanta Journal-Constitution called Chip "every bit as accurate as John Edward" and InStyle magazine said "Chip Coffey is a cross between John Edward and Dr. Phil...a psychic who doesn't hesitate to tell it like it is." Fate and Fortune, a European magazine, featured an article about Chip's visit to the ruins of the World Trade Center with the widow of a man who died there on 9-11.
Chip is a featured columnist with Oracle 20/20 magazine and will soon host an exciting new television series called Eternal Connections, produced by Stargazer Productions. He volunteers with Hospice Atlanta as a member of the Spiritual Volunteer Team.
Chip is a firm believer in God and His Angels and believes that miracles, great and small, happen each and every day.
Chip Coffey is available for private consultations, group readings, workshops and speaking engagements. He can be contacted by phone at 770-806-0369 or E-mail by clicking Here . His personal website is located at www.chipcoffey.com.
Check the Ghost Hunter Shop for dates that Chip Coffey will be appearing.
And then the Flower Grew
by Chip Coffey
Sometimes in life, it’s hared to have faith and keep believing when fate pummels us with heartache, pain, confusion and uncertainty. When my precious mother died in 1998 after a long and debilitating illness, I found myself wondering why God would dump so much pain and grief on me. I was bitter and angry and I didn’t know if I believed in anything anymore.
And the flower grew.
My mother loved gardenias, those delicate white blossoms that permeate the early summer air with their sweet fragrance. I remember buying her Jungle Gardenia cologne when I was a small child, just because it had the word, “gardenia” on the bottle. The scent was rather pungent and a bit overpowering, but see loved it. Or at least she pretended to, because it was a gift from me.
Once, many years ago, during a surprisingly lighthearted conversation about death and dying, Mother informed me “I want to be buried in a black dress, holding a rosary and a single white gardenia in my hands.”
I smiled and told her she’d better plan to “kick the bucket” during “gardenia season,” that short span of time when the flowers bloom, before the heat and humidity of late summer make it impossible for the fragile blossoms to survive. “I don’t want to have to go on a horticultural treasure hunt when I’m ass deep in grief!” I told her. And we both laughed heartily.
After my father died in 1980, mother sold her home in South Carolina and moved to Georgia to live with me. We lived in rental houses for several years, the in 1995, I bought a lovely home in the northeast Atlanta suburbs for Mother and me. We moved in during the winter time and much to our delight, when spring arrived, we discovered that there were two beautiful gardenia bushes located in the side yard of our new home. Sadly, Mom lived only long enough to enjoy the flowers from those bushes for three growing seasons.
Mother’s health was never very good and it continued to get worse in a slow but steady decline. Finally, when she wasn’t able to leave the house, I’d pick blossoms from the gardenia bushes, put them in a vase and sit them by her bedside. The sight and smell of them never failed to bring a smile to her face and elicit sighs of pure delight.
As so often happens in life, plans change, Mother never wore that black dress, with the rosary and gardenia clutched in her lifeless hands. Later in life, we both decided that we wanted to be cremated when our earthly days were over. And indeed Mother was cremated after she passed away on August 12, 1998.
I was devastated by her death. No matter how intellectually prepared I might have been, I was completely unprepared for the emotional shock of losing her. I felt like a part of my soul had been cruelly ripped away from me. Mercifully, a sense of numbness overtakes us when someone we love dies and we muddle through life on “autopilot” for days, weeks, sometimes even months after the tragic event. Even though I have always been a firm believer in the afterlife, I found myself wondering where my mother was. Was she in a safe, peaceful, happy place? A place free from sickness and pain? I prayed for a sign, something unmistakable, that would show me that even though her body had died, her soul lived on.
And then the flower grew.
Late on afternoon in mid-September, just as the sun was setting, my do, Bo, began to prance around, letting me know that he needed to go out. No matter how I tried to persuade him to go into “his” huge fenced back yard, Bo flatly refused to do so. He kept looking at his leash, hanging on the newel post of the stairs in the foyer, as he always does when he wants to take a walk. Finally, I surrendered to his demands and took him for a walk in the front yard. After sniffing around a bit and “watering” several bushes, I figured he was ready to go back inside, but he most assuredly was not. I tried to coax him into following me, but he adamantly refused. Again, I acquiesced and tugging at his leash, Bo led me into the side yard and straight to the gardenia bushes. In the fading light of that September day, what I saw literally took my breath away. One perfect white blossom was growing in the center of the bushes! I immediately tried to explain it all away, but logic told me that gardenias simply do not bloom during September in the state of Georgia. And why would there be just one blossom? One perfect blossom. My prayers had been answered. I had been given a sign, one so personal and so profound that I knew it came from beyond, someplace safe and peaceful and happy.
We expect miracles to happen on a grand scale, but oftentimes they occur so very simply. Like when a special song suddenly plays on the radio. Or when a rainbow magically appears in the sky. Or when someone we pass on the street smiles at us when we are feeling sad and lost and alone.
I never really expected a miracle and then the flower grew.
Jason Lewis
Certified Ghost Hunter, Psychic/Medium, Tarot Reader, & Keen Speaker
Jason is a skilled psychic/paranormal investigator. Jason uses his clairvoyant abilities during investigations to see and hear paranormal activity and then relaying the information to his team members. Jason belongs to two paranormal investigation groups in the state of Kentucky: Ghost Chasers International, Inc. and the Southern Ghost Research Group. Learning of his abilities at a young age, Jason has become skilled with the art of reading tarot cards. Using this ability he has helped many people across the country. He has amazing results when communicating with those who have crossed over and is able to relay messages back to their loved ones. Jason is a father of three precious little boys and works alongside his wife Susan on investigations. He is available for private reading in Richmond, Kentucky, or you can make an appointment with him to come to your group meetings for readings. You can email Jason by clicking Here if you have any questions about his service. You can reach Jason at Keen.com for a private reading over the phone.
During a reading with a client a spirit orb was captured in this photo during the session.
This is a close-up of the orb and you can see the happy face of the spirit.