Kay Fahlstrom gained psychic mediumship abilities after her near-death experience, which occurred when she was in her early twenties. Several books document how near-death survivors exhibit special abilities. Some of them become psychic, and fewer become mediums. Kay first had psychic abilities and some precognition: such as dreaming the lottery numbers the night before they were drawn…and were correct (no, she did not buy the lottery ticket); and received an important warning for her brother before he was in danger due to severe weather while sailing…thankfully he survived. These abilities matured to include mediumship – the ability to receive messages from those who have crossed over (or pass away). Kay enjoys using these abilities to be of service to others.
Most clients want to know about Kay’s near-death experience; she shares some details (in a first person account) about it with you here.
I was in my first job after college, enjoying living in my own little apartment for the first time. I had no idea that I was about to have a pivotal experience that would shape the rest of my life!
Fall was becoming winter in Michigan, and I had just started turning on the heater to take off the chill at home. I packed my bags as I was to visit a friend back in Madison, Wisconsin after completing my evening shift at work helping with the evening news at the local television station. I planned to drive to Madison after my shift at midnight; it was so much easier to drive the Chicago freeways in the middle of the night versus during the day with all the crazy traffic. I was excited to go visit my friend, but I was suffering from excruciating headaches that week and didn’t feel well at all, so I cancelled my trip to instead go back to my apartment and take care. Little did I know that not going to see my friend would put my life at risk.
At home after work, I turned up the heater against the evening chill, and tried to get rid of this horrendous headache that was becoming progressively worse. Finally, I drifted off to sleep. I was completely unaware that there was a colorless, odorless gas seeping into the apartment that would kill both my little teenage cat and me that night. I had no idea that the landlord had a new heater installed earlier in the week (or that it was vented incorrectly allowing carbon monoxide gas into my apartment and into the apartment below me, the only other one in the building).
At some point during that evening I left my body, as I was not able to remain alive any longer with so little oxygen. I later learned that my system had far exceeded the maximum percentage of carbon monoxide anyone could tolerate – what some medical professionals call beyond “textbook death.”
The only reason I am alive and able to write this to you now is due to the kindness – and determination – of a stranger.
Thankfully my downstairs neighbor came up and saved me. She was a nurse and was also experiencing headaches. Had she been in any other profession, both she and I (yes, and my cat) would have died that week. She’d had her blood tested just a day before and learned there was carbon monoxide in it, but she was not sure from what source. She was back in her apartment and realized she wasn’t hearing my footsteps above her, nor me coming in or out, on my days off. She put it all together and raced up the stairs to my place. She stood at my doorway and knocked and called my name. When I didn’t respond (as I was totally gone from my body at that point…and didn’t really hear her words but heard a distant voice or sound), she started to pound on the door and yell to me, “KAY, I WANT YOU TO GET UP AND COME OVER AND OPEN THIS DOOR! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE. GET UP AND OPEN THIS DOOR OR I WILL HAVE IT BROKEN DOWN!” She knew I was in grave danger.
Her screaming made me want to come back in to my body. It was not easy. I had to struggle and strain to make it back — to push back in to the density of my body, having just been in the much higher vibration of (simply) consciousness. I will be forever grateful for the kindness of that stranger, my neighbor, who saved my life (and the medical staff whose emergency, and ongoing, treatment brought me back to health).
Oh and…everyone seems to want to know this part: My teenage gray kitty lived, too (to a ripe old age, I am very happy to say). Thank you for your interest in my story. There’s a lot more to it, and perhaps I’ll include that in a longer version in the future.