You gave a reading to my sister and I back in April, when I was visiting in Tucson. I just wanted to tell you that quite a few of the answers that you gave us came true. Especially about my Mom. She was in extended care, and decided to leave this earth May 29th. This happened just as you described her passing, it was very peaceful. I must say your words were a comfort just knowing that there were people waiting for her to help her over. My thanks, and I will keep in touch.
P.S. Mom started a clock in my bedroom after she passed. The clock had a battery that was dead for over a year, and it still is running. It was her & dads anniversary clock. She passed away on their 67th wedding anniversary. How ironic.
Carol -Century 21 New Horizons Realty
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Testimonial of Cassandra, regarding Nancy Matz
Central Valley, California, April 18, 2007
In 1972, six days after my tenth birthday, my mother was killed. The loss was sudden and unexpected. The following years were not easy, and I never got over my mother’s death. Many times I would sit quietly and try to feel her presence. Sometimes I thought I could, but I was never really sure. Although I believed in life in the spirit form, I could not’ know for sure, and I really wanted to know if my mom still existed in spirit.
In October 2002 I picked up a book written by a popular psychic. I could not’T. put it down. When I finished it, I tried everything I could to sign up for a seminar, but they were booked and not taking any new sign ups. I then thoroughly researched all of California for a psychic that was highly regarded and reputable. I am an attorney, with lots of life experience, and I was very wary of phony psychics. All of the research kept coming back to one person: Nancy Matz. I resolved to have a reading with Nancy.
I went to a psychic faire around November 2002. I was very self conscious about it and did not want to be recognized. I was afraid someone I knew would see me and I would be labeled as being some sort of a flake or a crack-pot. I did not want that type of rumor to get out and to ruin my law practice. I live and practice law in a small town where everybody knows everybody. The psychic faire was in a larger town about 45 minutes away, so I felt a little more comfortable about going to it out of town, but I was still very nervous.
On the way to the psychic faire I talked to my mom. I told her that I was going to see Nancy Matz, and that I was going to try to communicate with her through Nancy. I told her that I knew I had made a lot of mistakes in my life, but that I had always wondered whether she would have been proud of me anyway. I asked her to let me know whether she was proud of me, despite all of my mistakes.
I sat in the parking lot of the psychic faire for a long time getting up the courage to go in. I sat in my car wearing dark glasses and watching everyone to see if there was anyone that would recognize me. I finally went in and found Nancy at a table, doing readings. I deliberately gave her as little information as possible because I wanted to make sure that she was legitimate and that she wasn’t just repeating things that I said. I wanted to know, for sure, whether there really is a spirit world, and whether Nancy really could communicate with that world.
During this first reading, I told Nancy that my mother had died thirty years ago. She asked my mother’s first name, and I told her "Mary". After that, Nancy described my mother’s appearance and personality to me, and told me how my mother died. It was totally uncanny. Nancy was extremely accurate in her descriptions, and she knew that my mother had died suddenly, in a car accident.
At the end of the reading, I asked if my mother had a message for me. Nancy paused for a moment and was very quiet as she listened to the spirit side. Then she said: "She wants you to know that she’s proud of you." I will never forget that statement as long as I live. That was my validation. At no time during the reading did I ask what my mother thought of me, nor did I use the word "proud", ever, at any time. I was very careful to ask Nancy "if my mother had a message for me" without saying anything further that would suggest the nature of the message. If Nancy had been trying to make something up, the natural statement would be to say that my mother loves me, or that she’s watching over me, or something like that. At no time had I told Nancy about my wanting to know if my mother was proud of me. In that one short sentence, in that one brief moment in time, Nancy confirmed for me what I had agonized over for 30 years. Now I knew for certain: There is a spirit world and our loved ones are okay. There is no doubt. It is a fact.
A couple of months after the first reading, I had another reading. This time, Nancy did the reading over the phone, which she does just as well as the readings in person. Before the reading I told my mom that I was going to make the validation a little harder this time. I told her that the first validation could have been coincidence, so I was going to come up with one that could not possibly be coincidence. I told my mom that her favorite flower had been a purple iris, so I wanted my mom to say something about a purple iris. I then decided that would be too hard, and I asked my mom just to say something about the color purple or about an iris.
At the end of the reading, I asked Nancy if my mom had a message for me. At no time did I suggest the nature of the message in any way. I was very careful not to give any clues as to what I was looking for. Nancy said "Well, she’s planting today". I said "Planting? What do you mean planting?" Nancy said, "I don't know. She's just planting." I responded, "Just ask her if she has a message for me. She’s supposed to have a message for me." Nancy said, "Well, she’s not saying anything. She’s on her knees planting and she’s smiling. She’s very happy. She’s planting something and it’s all in rows." Finally, I asked what she was planting, and Nancy said, "Well, I’m not a gardener, and I don’t know flowers very well, but if I had to guess, I’d guess they were irises." The irises my mom was planting were purple. There is no way that Nancy could have known that I had asked my mom for a sign in the form of a purple iris. There is no way that she could have made this up, it is simply too far beyond the realm of coincidence.
Several months later I took my older daughter, my Aunt, and my Uncle with me to a reading with Nancy. I asked Nancy about my younger daughter who was not there. Nancy told me that my younger daughter wanted a radio. This was the first I’d heard of it, and I thought this was very strange. I asked what Nancy was talking about, what did my daughter mean, and Nancy said "I don’t know. I just asked your daughter, and she keeps telling me that she wants a radio. You should get her a radio. You know, a radio for her to listen to in her room." When we picked up my younger daughter after the reading, the very first thing she said as she was getting into the car was, "Mom, could I have a radio?" My older daughter and I were totally astounded. I asked her what she wanted a radio for, and she said she wanted to listen to it in her room.
My Uncle obtained a reading with Nancy that day as well. He had been placed for adoption as a child, and had always wondered what had happened to his mother. Without the assistance of additional information from my Uncle, Nancy was able to tell him things about which he already had an independent recollection, including a description of his mother having long red hair, the location in Florida where he lived at the time he was taken away for adoption, the location where he was raised, and a heated argument between his mother and father on the last day that my Uncle ever saw his mother. What my Uncle did not know, and what Nancy was able to tell him that brought him great peace, was that the argument between his parents had been about placing him for adoption. His mother had not wanted to give him up, and his father had insisted on doing so. Later, after he had been taken away, his mother had searched and searched for him but never found him. This new knowledge brought a great deal of comfort to my Uncle, who had felt sad and abandoned for years.
During another reading Nancy told me that my mom was very excited for me regarding upcoming events. I asked if my mom had a message for me, and Nancy said, "Well that’s a strange message. She said she’s a hoopin' and a hollerin'." I called my aunt, and found out this is a phrase that my mom’s grandmother used to use, and that my mom sometimes used too, that they're "a hoopin' and a hollerin'." I had never before known that my mom had ever used this phrase.
I have continued obtaining readings from Nancy over the years, and have continued to receive information that Nancy could not have possibly known or made up. She is able to describe the appearance and personality of friends and family who have died, as well as people who I ask about who are alive. All I have to do is give her a first name and she is able to communicate with them. I have had separate validation in virtually every reading she has done.
I have also arranged for Nancy to do readings for my Aunt, who is my Mom's sister. During one of the readings, Nancy described my Aunt’s grandfather, who told Nancy to tell my Aunt "Hello, Sunshine!" My Aunt later told me that her grandfather used to call her and my mom "Sunshine"—it was his special nickname for them. This was the first I had ever heard of this nickname, and my Aunt had not told this to Nancy.
Last year my Uncle passed away. During a reading for my Aunt after my Uncle died, my Aunt asked Nancy how he was doing on the other side. Nancy told her that he was very healthy and happy, and having a "great time." She saw him driving in a jeep in a dry, desolate, sandy, rocky area, with a reddish hue. Frankly, what she described would not be my idea of a "great time." However, Nancy said he was smiling from ear to ear, that he threw back his head and yelled "yippee", and that he had his arm thrown over the back of the seat. She said it looked like he might be "mining". What Nancy did not know, is that prior to his death, some of my Uncle's favorite years and best memories were from when he and my Aunt lived in Australia and mined opals. He often told me stories about those days, and toward the end of his life, told me that he longed to have his health back so that he could go mining again.
At my Uncle’s funeral, I drove my Aunt in the lead vehicle in the procession. It was in a small town, and my Uncle was a veteran, so a police officer drove ahead of us and blocked the intersections, stopping traffic to allow the procession to go through. I kept feeling I could "hear" my Uncle saying "Wow! I didn’t know I was that important!" I had a reading with Nancy a couple weeks later. She told me my Uncle wanted me to know that he really liked the procession. He kept telling Nancy to tell me that "he didn’t know he was that important."
Last month my cousin died unexpectedly. Nancy was able to give me details about what happened right before he died and at the time of death. She described my cousin and the circumstances exactly the way they were found. My family was mystified over how my cousin could have died, and we could not figure out the cause of death. Nancy was able to tell me the exact cause of death, which was confirmed several days later by the autopsy report, exactly the way Nancy told me.
It is because of Nancy that I know, for a certainty, that the spirit world exists. I know that our time here on earth is just an interval, and that we are all together again someday on the spirit side. I cannot put into words the relief that it has brought me, the peace it has brought, to know this. I am writing this testimonial now with the hope that I can help get the word out so that others can find the same comfort that I have found in that knowledge. I have had many difficult times in my life since that first reading in 2002, and the certainty of the existence of the spirit world has helped me to maintain my perspective and to get through the hard times. Words cannot express the difference that Nancy has made in my life. I will always be grateful for finding her, and I hope that others will find her and experience the same comfort that I have.
---Cassandra, Central Valley, California, April 18, 2007
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1-13-2004
Nancy, several years ago I had several sessions with you. I wanted to write you and to confirm something you told me. At one of my readings you said that my father, who had passed, wanted me to tell my brother (in the worst way) that he was studying World War II. Well, I did tell my brother only to find out that my brother had developed a very recent, obsessive interest in WWll!!
Amazing to think that communication and proof is given to us in such a wonderful way.
Thanks, Maureen D., Placerville, CA
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11-2002
I attended your cemetery tour last year in October with a girlfriend who had Pancreatic Cancer. She and I did not tell you that she desperately wanted you to choose her to “feel” a spirit. In about 200 hundred people there, at a spot you told a Spirit “to stand still”, you chose my friend to feel it. You grabbed her hand to feel the air and then placed her hand inside the essence of that “Spirit”. I almost started crying, my friend’s face lit up. We left the tour in awe, she died six weeks later. This was a life changing event and she died “knowing life continues”. Amazing she was meant to experience that and we did not prompt you. Thank you again on my friend’s behalf. And God bless….Margaret. Sacramento
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7-30-2002
On the Money!
You did a reading a bit back. You had told me that there was a white haired woman and a spit of a woman there to receive my dad in passing. You also said that there was a man there – whom – by description – I could not identify – well – mystery solved.
The white haired woman was my mom- alive and well and present as my dad passed.
The spit of a woman was my nona Elisabette (very spiritual lady) who was about 4'’9"”.
The man? Well—I went to see my Mom a few weeks ago. I had shared with her that Nona Elisabetta had come to me before dad died. She said that’s funny – dad’s dear departed friend, Lamson, visited her before dad died. He fits the description Nancy!
As for the guys coming to me to “break down barriers—very close”. Again—wow! Seeing a muscle man—breakin’ down a barrier or two—I can’t resist. Looking forward the “package” man you described!
Thanks, Elizabeth N., CA
