Dancing With Rick: My Spiritual Awakening

Dancing With Rick

My Spiritual Awakening

By CHRISTINE ANNE LINNANE

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Dedication

There are a number of people I want to dedicate this book to both on the earth plane and in the spiritual realm. First and foremost, I dedicate this book to my beloved friend Rick Moccia. Rick, I can’t imagine my life if I hadn’t met you. You were so much fun to be around, as your love for life was so infectious. Thank you for being such a true and loyal friend to me. I will never, ever forget all the good times we shared. This book is our story. It’s the story of our continued relationship from this side and from the other side. I am so grateful to you for all that you do for me, thank you watching over and protecting me. I look forward to being reunited with you one day in the spiritual realm, where we will dance.

This book is also dedicated to several people on the earth plane. Liam Galvin: Thank you for helping me to develop an increased connection with my guides. Thank you for being an amazing teacher and friend. I feel blessed to have met you and I am grateful to you for how you’ve helped me along my spiritual journey.

Angela Cote: Thank you for gently guiding me and encouraging me to take my first steps on my spiritual journey. Your love for me means the world to me.

Thanks to my immediate family. Mom and Dad: You have both always loved me and been there for me and I am so grateful to both of you for this, thank you for everything. Molly: Thank you for listening to me as all the changes were unfolding for me during my spiritual awakening, you have always been a wonderful Sister to me and I am grateful. I feel blessed to have such a wonderful family; I love you all and am happy you are all in my life.

I also want to dedicate this book to my spirit guides and loved ones in spirit: Rick Moccia, Margaret Meenan, Peter Meenan, John Meenan, Mike Kevany, Una Linnane, Rambo, Tommy, Maggie, the Deer, the German Shepherd Dog, Harry Edwards, Gladis Strohme, Twinkerbell, Lord Kuthumi, Sister Fernanda, Dr. Henry Luz, Dr. Harold Lux, Dr. Lightner, Chief Red Sky, and Chief Misses with Arrow. Thank you so much for walking with me, guiding me, and protecting me. I am eternally grateful to each and every one of you.

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Contents

Preface

Chapter 1: How My Life Changed

Chapter 2: I Begin to Notice Rick’s Presence

Chapter 3: Being Recognized as a Medium

Chapter 4: Mediumship Classes with Liam Galvin

Chapter 5: Life Goes on, Things Start Changing

Chapter 6: Jennifer Urezzio

Chapter 7: Healing

Chapter 8: Past-Life Regression

Chapter 9: My First Affirmation Comes True

Chapter 10: My First Séance

Chapter 11: Angel Classes

Chapter 12: Reiki Training

Chapter 13: Tom Colton and the Irish Mediums

Chapter 14: Lord Kuthumi

Chapter 15: Physical Mediumship

Chapter 16: More Healing

Chapter 17: Visiting My Ancestral Farm in Northern Ireland

Chapter 18: Workshop with Tony Stockwell

Chapter 19: Arthur Findlay College

Epilogue

Resources

About the Author

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Preface

THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT HOW I BECAME A medium, what it felt like to wake up spiritually, and how much better life has become since. If you, too, are waking up, I want you to know you’re not alone; there’s help available to you. As a medium, a communicator with spirits, I also want you to know that Angels, spirit guides, and your loved ones are walking with you through this life. You are protected and guided. All you need do is to ask for their support and you’ll receive it.

Initially, I didn’t set out to write and publish a book. As I embarked on my spiritual journey, I felt inspired to write down my experiences for myself, so I could remember them, as what I was going through was so amazing and mind blowing. It was surreal in many ways. In retrospect, I felt motivated to share my story in a book so that others could benefit from what I’ve learned.

My hope is that the people who read this book will come to realize what powerful beings they are. We all have the power to create our lives. As I embarked on my spiritual journey, I learned how to create affirmations to manifest what I wanted. I couldn’t believe how easy this was.

I also, however, needed to heal. The healing part wasn’t as fun as creating affirmations or manifesting. Although I don’t believe any of us ever completes our healing journey while we are in a physical body, I do believe we can heal ourselves physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

Revealing and coming to terms with the fact that I am a medium wasn’t easy for me. It’s something that I struggled with enormously because I was very concerned with what other people would think of me. However, I can no longer hide this truth which emanates from my soul: I am passionate about bringing people comfort by giving them messages from the spirit realm.

Our loved ones who have left us on Earth are well. I have never spoken with a deceased person who wasn’t at peace, ever. We all have loved ones in spirit who guide us and protect us. In addition to these departed friends and family watching over us, we have spirit guides that watch over us. I believe my life purpose is bringing awareness of the spirit realm to others. I find happiness in connecting people with their loved ones in spirit and spirit guides. I am passionate about proving the continuity of life.

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Chapter 1 How My Life Changed

MY LIFE CHANGED ON SEPTEMBER 8, 2009. Initially I didn’t realize the impact that the death of a close friend would have on my life, but after this day everything changed—and I mean everything. Not immediately, but remarkably quickly. My friend’s death triggered my spiritual awakening.

From time to time over the years I’d watch a movie or read a story in a magazine about someone claiming to have had a spiritual awakening. I never could entirely relate to these types of stories. Though I tried to understand what people said about how they awoke spiritually, to be honest I didn’t know what to make of it. Now I know. When you awaken, you know beyond a doubt what’s happening to you. Simple things like hearing a certain song on the radio, overhearing a meaningful snippet of a conversation, and seeing butterflies, flowers, and coins on your path can bring you to tears of joy because you know you aren’t seeing simple things. You recognize these things as signs from your loved ones who have passed away, reminding you that they are walking with you and watch over you.

We are all watched over and protected by God, Angels, spirit guides and teachers, and our departed loved ones now living in spirit. When you spiritually awaken, you realize you walk with, and are always protected by the Divine. Many spiritual beings walk with us and protect us. You understand that you are never alone. You know that you are connected to, and a part of the universe. We are never alone.

Without a doubt, for the first forty years of my life I was asleep in many ways.

I am now wide awake.

Rick Moccia

Rick Moccia was a special person in my life, one of the kindest and dearest and wildest and craziest friends I’ve ever had. A lot of his friends and Kappa Sigma fraternity brothers called him Moach for short, though I rarely did. I either called him Rick or Ricky.

I first met Rick during the summer of 1990. Both of us were then students at the University of Connecticut, or UConn. Rick was from Shelton, Connecticut, and I was from Avon, Connecticut. When Rick spoke about his hometown, he would often use it to explain his behavior, saying, What do you expect? I’m from the Valley. I was twenty-one years old and had just finished my junior year. Rick was also twenty-one, but he had just finished his senior year. He was three months older than me.

After spending the summers following my freshman and sophomore years at home with my parents, my Mother suggested that I stay at UConn that summer to take some classes. So I did. I didn’t want to go home to Avon and leave the Storrs campus anyway. The two summers I had spent at home in Avon had been boring. This decision led me to meet Rick.

My friend Sarah was subleasing an apartment at Carriage House 2B for the summer. Carriage House was an apartment complex close to the UConn campus. All of the apartments in the complex were complete dumps and it was a place notorious for having wild parties. That sounded perfect to me. Sarah told me she knew a guy named Rick also looking for a summer apartment, so the three of us moved in together. I had never met Rick before, but it sounded good, like the summer was going to be fun.

I will never forget our first meeting. I was sitting in the apartment when I saw a red pickup truck fly right up to the apartment. There was a driveway. But he didn’t park there. He drove right across the lawn and up to the door of the apartment. As soon as we said hello, I instantly liked him. Like me, he seemed rather wild and we shared an appetite for having fun. As he was unloading his truck I saw that Rick had a sofa, which was great, because neither Sarah nor I had a sofa. He also had a fancy waterbed. This is going to be a fun summer, I thought.

Rick had a lot of music. The first thing he did was to take several milk crates filled with CDs out of his truck. He had huge speakers, which he plopped down in the living room. As he was connecting his sound system, he told me he was a DJ. Then he immediately put on the music really loud and we started dancing. I don’t think Rick, Sarah, and I were in the apartment for even two hours when the landlord, Ed, came over and asked us to turn the music down. This was not the last time Ed would come to Carriage House 2B.

From the minute I met Rick, we bonded. There was something special between us. We really loved each other. My Sister Molly, also a student at UConn, is one year younger than me. She was living at home in Avon that summer and came up to Storrs to visit me most weekends. She also became close to Rick. Rick in many ways was like a brother to me and Molly.

That summer, Rick worked in the chemistry lab on campus. He had majored in molecular cell biology. Rick came from a large Italian family. The youngest of eight, he had four sisters and three brothers. Two of Rick’s brothers had passed away in childhood due to complications from muscular dystrophy. Rick also had a nephew with muscular dystrophy. Rick intended to discover a cure to this disease, which is the reason he had chosen to study research science. It didn’t ultimately end up being his career—he went into sales instead—but it was his original intention. We went to a fundraiser in Shelton once on behalf of his nephew. Rick spoke about his family often. He spoke about how losing his two brothers at such a young age had been devastating to him and his family. In some ways he felt guilty that he didn’t have muscular dystrophy and other family members did. He was fond of all his siblings and adored being an uncle to his many nieces and nephews. Rick was also very close to his cousin Jimmy, who had graduated the same year from Shelton High School as Rick, 1986.

I was comfortable around Rick almost from the minute I met him. There was something familiar about him. We were similar in so many ways. We both had somewhat of a reckless approach to life and were always out to have a great time. We loved to dance. Rick, in many ways, taught me how to have fun and enjoy life. He made me laugh. Rick was quite a character. I relished being in his presence. No subject was taboo. We talked about everything. He gave me all sorts of advice on men and dating tips. He also shared elaborate details on his courting of women. If Rick thought a girl was cute, he would say, That looks like a tasty treat. He was a ladies’ man and loved being the center of attention. But he wasn’t conceited. It was done in a very entertaining way. Often, if the conversation around Rick was boring and didn’t involve him, he would interrupt whoever was talking and say, Let’s get back to me: Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.

Other amusing things Rick would say were: ‘Hey Jerky, Let’s turn up the fun dial, Oh, heavens to Betsy, Are you fucking kidding me, and I’ll fucking bury you.

Summer 1990 was memorable. Those of us remaining on the Storrs campus were out to have a good time. This included several of Rick’s Kappa Sigma brothers. I quickly became friends with some of his crew, as he called them: Brad, George, and Sean. One of my good friends, Julianne, was also staying at Storrs for the summer. Julianne, along with my Sister, Molly, and Molly’s friend Cheryl, would often spend time with me and Rick. Everybody in this group would get together to party at our apartment at Carriage House.

Our group of friends also spent time at the bars on and around the UConn campus. We spent a lot of time at Ted’s and Huskies. Rick preferred to hang out at Huskies and I preferred to hang out at Ted’s. A number of Rick’s Kappa Sigma brothers were living in a building off campus, which everyone simply called the yellow house. This is where I met Wes, another very close friend of Rick’s. To say that we had some good times in the yellow house is an understatement. Oftentimes we’d go there after the bars closed and would continue to party until the sun came up.

There was always a keg of Natural Light or Keystone on tap at the yellow house. The guys usually also had bottles of Popov vodka, which we would mix with whatever else we could get out hands on. Other times we’d be at various