What happens when you die? Are there ways we can communicate with those who have passed? Does a tragic death affect the soul’s ability to find its way back home? Author of “When Tomorrow Speaks to Me,” Bridget Benson tells her story of being a psychic medium. Sit back and listen to her amazing life story of growing up in Ireland with a gift that the church would not accept.
Help Bridget find her American family! If you have relatives that came to Ellis Island after the potato famine and their family name was O’Maille, or O’Malley, from County Mayo, Ireland, contact Bridget. Pass this on, please.
In Your Right Mind 
Oh, I’m just so at peace at this moment. I’ve been diagnosed with ADD and I noticed surprisingly that as I listened to this podcast I was fully tuned in to every single word you said, Bridget. My brother was by killed in Vietnam on June 27, 1967 and I was crushed. I had a dream on actually the morning that the Marine officers came to our house. I dreamt that I first heard them knocking on our front door and then I heard their footsteps in our hallway, then their deep voices, but I did not hear what they said to my mother. This is exactly what took place and I guess my brother was warning me that something bad was about to happen. In my dream I wasn’t told he had been killed. I awakened to exactly what happened in my dream. I came out of my bedroom door and went into the dining room where my mother, younger brother and the officers were gathered. I heard them say that Richard had been killed in action. I remember asking if he suffered at all and they said “no”. Actually that just came back to me that I asked them that question. Over the years I only told a handful of people my experience. I left the room to go to the nearest bedroom (my sister’s)) to put on my bathrobe because I had on a summer nightgown. I guess I was in shock when leaving my bedroom and just carried my robe with me. One of the officers followed me and asked me if I was ok and asked if I felt like I was going to faint, I told him no. This tragic news had such a terrible effect on me. I was very close to my brother who was 3 years older than me. He was 21, I was 21 days shy of turning 18. I felt as though my life was shattered. Of course time has helped me over the years. Unfortunately I did not grieve until I was around 25. I was laying on my sofa one afternoon and I felt as though I was on a battlefield and heard what appeared to be machine guns going off. I guess this told me I needed to grieve. It really shook me to my core. Unfortunately, I’m very sensitive. My intent wasn’t to go into detail about this occurrence, but I want to thank you for allowing me to share this with you. I went to my library this past week and checked out your book “When Tomorrow Speaks To Me”. I’m on page 37 and so far I’m really and truly enjoying this read. Bridget, I know you are one of the chosen ones by God and I’m sure you have helped countless people. God Bless you and may He always keep you safe!! 🙏❤️😘 Again, thank you for letting me share! 🤗