Cracking Open: Adventures of a Reluctant Medium

Isabeau Esby, 1465 Woodbury Ave #432, Portsmouth, New Hampshire 03801 | www.IsabeauEsby.com

BOOK INFORMATIONPage Count ~ 350

Author ~ Isabeau EsbyISBN ~ 9780615417059LCCN ~ 2010940409

Publication Date ~ 3/1/11Book Size ~ 8.5 x 5.5Retail Price ~ $15.95Genre ~ Non-Fiction,

Memoirs, Spiritual

Cracking Open: Adventures of a Reluctant Medium

BOOK REVIEWS

I just finished reading this book, probably in record time. It was wonderful, informative, and truly insightful. I cried, laughed, and cried some more. For those on a spiritual journey, curious about mediums, or lost loved ones, paranormal junkies, or just plain curious - it is a must read! Thank you Beau for sharing your experiences

- Meg Harris

Whether your a skeptic or a believer, Cracking Open is a must read! If your sensitive to spirits, Isabeau’s self-humbling experience of opening up psychically will help guide you to tuning your own abilities. Skeptics will have to reconsider their viewpoint after reading it as they discover that Isabeau’s Cracking Open wasn’t a magic gift bestowed on her, but rather an adventure of trials and tribulations. An enjoyable page turner you won’t be able to put down!- Mike Stevens, KRI - Center for Consciousness Studies

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CR ACKING OPEN SYNOPSISThe twisted roller coaster ride called “opening up psychically” started for me the day my Grandmother died. That one pivotal moment changed me from a materialistic, business-driven agnostic to someone who doubted reality itself. I began to wonder if the brain I had relied on for so many years had finally set itself out to pasture.

Talking to the dead isn’t a joy ride. It isn’t a theme park pass to chat with Elvis whenever you want, or a ticket to discover the long lost secrets of Atlantis. It’s a big responsibility, and a task I now hold dear to my heart.

This book is about what happens when one stumbles onto the spiritual path. I present this book to you, raw, uncensored, and in detail - all the ups and downs of what it is really like to spend your days among the dead. You will find the hours of frustration and the moments of debilitating fear are also met with times of pure bliss when life unfolds to demonstrate the beauty of human potential.

This book is not some fictional tale “based on a true story.” This is my life, and I share it with you.

AUTHOR BIOIsabeau Esby is a wife and mother who has touched the lives of people all across the world. Whether it be clearing unwanted energies or guiding people through the transition from life to death, Isabeau brings her unique blend of compassion and full hearted humor to all situations. Many people have found comfort and purpose after receiving a reading from Isabeau and countless families rest easier knowing their loved ones are peaceful and their homes are free of spirits stuck in the in-between.

Isabeau has been tested by KRI for her accuracy and uses her experiences to teach other psychics and mediums how to live a life guided by intuition. She is the creator of Discovery Meditation and the author of Cracking Open: Adventures of a Reluctant Medium. A student of Mathematics from the University of Minnesota with minor studies in Biology and Education, Isabeau was her own biggest skeptic but now uses her healthy doubt and tenacity to get to the heart of a person’s struggle. Isabeau also volunteers her time working with psychic youth, assisting with paranormal research and building spiritual communities. To bring balance to her life, Isabeau enjoys yoga, movies, tea with her best friend, and being a kid again with her boys and Apple, her Cocker Spaniel, who was most likely a spiritual guru in a past life.

Cracking Open Synopsis and Author Bio

Isabeau Esby, Psychic Medium Cracking Open Book Cover

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WHAT COMPELLED YOU TO WRITE CRACKING OPEN?It would be easy to say I wrote it because my guide told me to, and he did, but there was more to it than that.  I started seeing dead people at 31 years old and purchased countless books written by other mediums in search of information that would help me understand what I was going through.  Something I could relate to.  Something to reassure me I wasn’t crazy.  I found nothing.  Sure, I found a ton of books packed cover to cover with stories of readings the author had done, but none that spoke of the struggles or complications that come with the day-to-day life of an intuitive.  This book is my response to that empty search.  It is my way of putting the important details out there to the world on what it means to live with the dead.  

CAN YOU ELABORATE ON THE IMPORTANT DETAILS YOU FELT NECESSARY TO INCLUDE?Well, I felt it was crucial to speak openly about how I see them, why  I see them, and what effects they have on me when I communicate with them.  Those are key things that newly opening mediums, and those who are just curious, really need to know.  Much of the communication process with the dead involves multiple senses and quite often poor timing!  And... most importantly, real life communication with the deceased isn’t necessarily what we hear in the pop-culture world.

YOU’VE INCLUDED SOME VERY PERSONAL AND REVEALING STORIES ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL LIFE. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT SHARING SUCH INTIMATE INFORMATION IN THE BOOK?Sharing personal information with the world can be hard to do, but I felt the information was crucial to the story, otherwise I could have easily left it out.  An interesting thing happens when you share such personal stories.  People relate.  When we relate, we find common ground and from that there is the potential for growth.  I’m not afraid to talk about my lowest times, alongside my highest times, because that is the reality of life.

WHY MEMOIRS? WHY NOT A “HOW-TO” BOOK? Storytelling is my thing.  It’s how I teach my students and how I relate to other mediums.   I have always believed that we could learn so much more by listening to the stories of our elders, and I wrote this book in that tradition.  By sharing my own experiences, the reader is brought into my world and given the chance to understand mediumship through my eyes.  Plus, boring doesn’t work for me!  Life should be fun and so should reading a book.

YOU DO BRING HUMOR INTO YOUR BOOK WHICH MAKES IT FUN, BUT THE BOOK IS ALSO VERY SERIOUS. CAN YOU SPEAK TO WHY YOU INCLUDED SUCH INTENSE MOMENTS AROUND DEATH?I don’t know if I really meant to make it intense, I think it just is.  Death is a journey that has so many incredible aspects to it, writing about it creates a natural intensity.  Between sitting with those who are in the process of dying and speaking with those who already have, I have learned so much.  I’m grateful to be able to put that into words.  THERE IS AN UNDERGROUND MOVEMENT STIRRING AROUND CRACKING OPEN. CAN YOU ELABORATE ON THIS PHENOMENON? Sure.  Currently, there are book clubs, paranormal groups, and friends of friends of friends that are spreading the word about it.  I am hugely grateful for this word of mouth process because it helps me reach my goal... to get the book, and the information it holds, into as many hands as possible!  Join the community.  Tell a friend.   Hearing about it could be more than a coincidence.

In life we get the chance to

experience that which we cannot on the other side. This

is a piece of Heaven, right here, right now. To miss

it would be a shame.~Beau

An Interview With Isabeau Esby

Isabeau Esby, Psychic Medium

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As its subtitle indicates, Cracking Open relays the "Adventures of A Reluctant Medium." Author Beau Esby takes us from a point in her life where she is a self-declared agnostic, having not actually even given much consideration to what the afterlife does or doesn't hold for us until faced with the passing of someone dear. In fact, it's the first death of someone close in her life and, of all people, it is her grandmother to whom she feels an incredibly powerful connection. Indeed, that connection transcends death and is the jumping off point for Beau's discovery of her psychic abilities, with her grandmother appropriately there as her first guide along her journey to becoming a psychic medium and, the reader learns ultimately, so much more.

The book reads like a great story. It's a page turner! Knowing it is the true story of Beau's life makes it all the more intriguing. It is a life so new to Beau as she learns from those on this side ~ including her acupuncturist, her sensei, even her psychologist ~ as well as from those on the other side, including her spunky-even-in-death "Grandma," an eclectic mix of spirits she encounters along the way, and her current and strongest spirit guide, Big Dog. A Native American spirit Beau affectionately refers to as Big Dog. Indeed, the nickname suits this spirit of great wisdom who's pretty cool himself. A truly extraordinary teacher, Big Dog doesn't spell things out specifically for Beau all the time, often letting her learn through her experiences, as any good guide would do. After all, we are here in this life to learn and figure out our paths, which Beau points out wouldn't be truly attained if the answers were all just handed to us. That being said, one can get a lot of pointers from this book. Learning through Beau's experiences, her interactions and connections to many other characters (both dead and alive), through chapter after chapter, Beau shares much of the wisdom she gains and the reader is wiser for it.

Adding to the interest of the book, there are funny moments, scary episodes and chapters where the reader is genuinely moved to tears as they read of the life of Beau Esby as she herself transitions from confusion to denial to dismay and acceptance ~ relatable moments in many lives ~ made all the more intriguing given the paranormal subject matter of her journey.The chapter entitled Carol's Death is particularly moving, as a family asks Beau to help their elderly mother face and ultimately transition quite miraculously to the other side, complete with a "thank you" visit to Beau once dear Carol has passed, just checking in to excitedly let Beau know that Carol "did it!" This lovely woman who had feared death weeks earlier was coached through the process by Beau. The reader, through Beau's beautiful descriptions, is privy to the very touching transition process of this particular family's matriarch as spirits from the other side prepare for her death, "I watched as they twisted and swirled around her, like watching a beautiful, weaving embrace." Any family who has or will face the impending death of one of their elders will find comfort in this chapter, as well as some wisdom to take and apply to their own experiences with death.

Beau's journey will be an interesting read for anyone. Her intent though, as she shares on the book's website is to use her story to help others facing their own discovered abilities, to know that there will be moments of uncertainty, wonder, surprise, even fear. By sharing her story, Beau provides insights that will make anyone facing their own intuitive abilities feel a little less alone and unsure. Indeed, if all the book did was share the story of a psychic medium facing the shock and ultimately the reality of her abilities, that would be substantial. Beau's story takes a giant leap further.

Spoiler alert! So, how does it end? If you don't want to know yet, stop reading and buy the book. Read on and you'll likely buy the book even more quickly! In the end, Beau learns that her special calling is even more specific than that of a psychic medium. While offering readings is a worthy calling ~ helping those on this side make life path choices with a little help checking in with their guides, touching base with their passed loved ones ~ Beau learns there is much more to her journey. Through her experiences and her "lessons" with Big Dog, ultimately Beau is told of her higher purpose: Beau is, as Big Dog puts it, "A Collector."  For all the spirits who pass into the proverbial light and to the otherside where they have shed not only their world-weary bodies, but also their very human emotions including confusion, hangups, misgivings or anger, there are those souls who are "stuck," ~ spirits who, for a myriad of different reasons, are "in-between," neither on this side or the other. These are the souls who not only suffer in a timeless limbo but too often impact those on this earth with their emotions and energy, responsible for hauntings, unwanted attachments and other paranormal activity. As the book reaches it's energetic end, the reader is moved to learn that Beau's true purpose is to help in the crossing over process for those spirits who need guidance and direction through the process. As if the mere thought of a medium doesn't boggle the mind, the reality is truly awe-inspiring to learn that Beau has been chosen by her counterparts on the otherside to assist in this most important of tasks, crossing over the lost souls who are, as Big Dog points out, "someone's child, someone's parent." Just as Cracking Open comes to an end, the reader realizes this is truly just the beginning of Beau's work. The reader is struck by the enormity of Beau's "position," a responsibility of such serious proportion. One can't help but think that the universe chose well in this down-to-earth, unassuming person who foregoes the trappings of life, rolls up her sleeves and gets to work simply because it's what she has been chosen to do. In the simplest of terms, I wish Beau peace, strength and wisdom.

With five enthusiastic stars, I recommend this book not only to paranormal enthusiasts and light workers, but to anyone who wants to understand the connections between this life and what comes after, as well as to those who wish to be inspired to serve a purpose larger than him or herself. 

Book Review by Nancy Gallant, Founder Time Well Spent

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Part I: Josephine1. In The Beginning There Was Fear2. Heaven, Hell, And The Return Policy3. Physically And Mentally Flying4. Blowing Up Cars5. Holy Crap, This Has To Be Real6. Shaking My Voodoo Rattle While Wearing Mom Jeans7. A Weekend In The Woods With Woo-Woos8. The Road To Success Is Paved With Feces9. I Thought This Would Be The Epilogue

Part II: Who Are You?10.The Grocery Store Or The Twilight Zone?11.Family Choices12.Getting My Glide On13.They14.So This Is What A Gun Shot Feels Like15.Help...16.... And Regret17.Mama Told Me Not To Go18.House Clearing 10119.Floyd Overstays His Welcome20.Heed The Whisper Or Get The Shout21.“Look Mom, I Got A Psychic Reading At The Fair!”22.The Wiccan Vs. My Self-Esteem

Part III: Running With The Big Dogs23.The Next Level24.Books And Signs25.Always Use Protection26.The Shoe Factory Lady27.Carol’s Death28.Out Of The Woods29.Sadie’s Haunting

Table of ContentsCRACKING OPEN: ADVENTURES OF A RELUCTANT MEDIUM

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The next time I worked at Ed’s Healing Clinic I had enough confidence to introduce myself as a Psychic Medium. As I walked around the space I felt more focused and purposeful, and wondered if this purposeful atmosphere was coming from “them.”

I looked at each of the clients one by one and felt pulled toward only one, a young woman in her early twenties. She sported a trendy hairstyle, classy punk clothing, and tattoos and piercings that speckled her body. As she snuggled comfortably into a yoga chair on the floor, I approached her and asked if she wanted a reading. I felt confident enough to simply sit in front of her and relay any messages that would come through. She agreed and I took a seat, settling in face to face. It felt natural to read this way, both of us resting our backs on ergonomically built chairs that still allowed us to sit on the ground.

“My name is Beau. How are you?” I asked, as I reached out to shake her hand.“Hi. My name is Carrie,” she said, taking my hand in hers and shaking it gently. “If it’s alright with you I’d like to just sit silently and see who comes through to talk to you.” As I spent a few moments

stumbling through an explanation of how my intuition worked, two things happened. My inner critic put a mental sticky note on the left side of my brain to remind me to get my pre-reading speech in order, and she started to cry.

“I’m so sorry. What did I say?” I asked, stopping my rambling mid-sentence to comfort her.“It’s not what you said, it’s just that...,” she paused. “I just lost someone really close to me a few days ago and I was

wondering if they’d show up.”I sat silent for a while. Before this moment, it was always “my grandfather who died five years ago,” or someone they

couldn’t identify at all. Carrie was wondering about someone who had just passed. It sort of drove the point home for me ~ was I really doing this? Can I really do this? What kind of emotions would stir trying to connect with someone whose death was so immediately “present?”

“I can do my best,” I said, as I tapped my hand gently on her shin in the most comforting way I could manage. “I can sit and see who comes through.”

“Okay,” she whispered, as she started to pull herself together.The pressure I began to put on myself was immense. What if I couldn’t see the person she lost? Were they even

available? I made another mental note to ask someone about how the otherside works.“I just need to sit for a minute to really, really focus,” I said, trying my best to act like I had done this before, fully

knowing that my metaphorical training wheels were just now coming off. She nodded and the mental chatter in my head started to take off. “Don’t start worrying now! You have to just go with it.

Don’t care about the outcome, just relax!”After what felt like forever trying to quiet my mind, a young man gradually appeared at her left side. He was down on

one knee, as if to speak to me face to face. I stared at him for a while, watching as his gaze shifted slowly from me toward Carrie. When his eyes finally settled on her they lit up like she was the only person in the world.

“Did you lose a person who is male?”“Yes,” she responded quickly. I could sense she was working hard to be silent, to let me focus, in hopes I could succeed.“A young man?” “Yes.” “I’m sitting here looking at a young man, but... hold on,” I said, as I started to see other images circle around him. I saw

two numbers, a two and a four, floating in mid-air as if I was watching a Sesame Street skit. “Was he around twenty-four years old?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

Chapter 14SO THIS IS WHAT A GUNSHOT FEELS LIKE

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I could see him smile with a sense of relief, knowing she knew it was him. He reached out to stroke the side of her cheek and then gently ran his hand toward her ear as if to tuck away any loose strands.

“Were the two of you closer than friends?”She nodded silently, tiny edges of her mouth starting to rise in a smile.“Okay, I think I’m connecting with him,” I said, taking a deep breath. A sigh of relief escaped me. “He seems to have

an interesting personality.” “You could say that,” she said, as her smile grew larger. “He seems colorful in some way.” He reached his hand out toward Carrie, pointing at her shoulder. I could have

thought he was simply pointing at her but somehow I knew he was referring to her tattoos. “I think he’s talking about tattoos.”

“Yes. He had them,” she confirmed.“Tattoos,” I said again, as I watched him move his hands back to himself in such a way that I knew he wanted me to

elaborate on them. I saw flashes of a tattoo parlor and countless sketches. “I think he drew tattoos as well.”“Yes, that was his job. He worked at a tattoo shop,” she said, now leaning toward me as if to absorb anything that might

come out of my mouth.I kept looking at him, staring intently at his face. I watched as his eyes dropped from mine to the floor beneath him. Just

then I felt heavy emotions rush in. I knew they were his and I felt myself “shift” as I had done a few times before. The witness ~ my vulnerable part ~ retreated, while the worker in me stepped forward.

Then, I heard the gunshot. The witness in me watched in horror as the worker now had a bullet tearing through her skull. I looked at him with a look of terror in my eyes. He looked back, apologetic. Somehow I knew he had intentionally waited for me to split before he delivered that next piece of information, like it was the compassionate thing to do.

“What? What is it?” Carrie said, now frightened at my expression.“Nothing,” I said, quickly trying to return to a calm appearance. “Nothing. Well, it’s alright. I’m just feeling something,

that’s all.”“Is he okay?!” she asked intently.“Yes. Yes, he is perfectly fine.” He continued to look on at me apologetically. “It’s just that he’s talking to me about a

gunshot... um, I think to the head.”Her hands now pressed on her lips and her eyes flowed over. “Yes, that’s how he died.” She could barely get the words

out.He spoke of how he felt for her. How he wished she didn’t have to go through the pain of his leaving. How thankful he

was to have found her before he left. The conversation went on for a while between Carrie and her lost love with me sitting there like an interpreter.

Eventually his words slowed, the feelings started to fade, and I could sense a disconnect happening. He didn’t leave, he just “disconnected.” He didn’t fade, only the intensity did. This was an entirely new experience for me. I could still see him standing there, even as I got up to leave.

“Thank you,” I heard him say to me.“You’re welcome,” I said back to him in my mind. I moved away from Carrie for the next person. I looked back one

more time to see him crouched down on his knees, gently resting his forehead on her shoulder.

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I wouldn’t meet Beau for the first time until about a year after the last event covered in this book. In fact, it was probably that last event she wrote of here that led Beau to me. I am a “ghost hunter,” and I became the next logical step in her process of Cracking Open. But even that meeting, and the fact that I am now actively investigating paranormal manifestations, has a chain of bizarre coincidences attached to it that centered largely around Beau. Like her, I am currently in a place I would never have expected.

I also grew up with a strong centering on math and science, and cause and effect. I am a member of Mensa and Intertel, have a BA in Journalism, and am now working towards a PhD in Psychology. And, although I have had a lifelong interest in “paranormal” phenomena, it had always been strictly academic. I had read heavily on the subject, but more from the perspective of “what if ” or having great stories to tell the ladies at parties, than in observing, recording, or demonstrating it. Even though (in retrospect) I’ve had a number of “interesting experiences” myself over the years, I always felt there had to be an underlying rational cause that somehow escaped my powers of observation.

Then, in September of 2007, my father passed. In those last months before he died of cancer we had a number of conversations – about our lives together, and what he expected to happen now that his was about to close. Almost right to the very end my father insisted life was a switch, and once the switch was turned off the human machine shut down and the possibility of awareness shut down with it. At 11:00 p.m. on September 21st, my father was given the opportunity to demonstrate his case. Instead, he proved it wrong. The manifestations began immediately, and occurred so frequently and with such diversity it became impossible for even the most die-hard skeptic to experience the accumulation of them and still believe “life” ended with death.

I returned home to New Hampshire and started a “paranormal social group” (Seacoast Paranormal Research Group) hoping to meet people of a similar background and mindset to help me put what happened into some kind of logical framework. Instead, I met every kind of crackpot and New Ager I could imagine — including, oddly enough, Beau. While everyone else was introducing themselves wearing their “psychic speciality” as a badge of honor, Beau tried to say she was a Medium into a napkin so quietly I had to ask her to repeat what she said.

I never intended the group should investigate anything, but the “Ghost Hunter” tv show prompted a few of the other members to do so, and Beau invited them along on one of her “clearings.” Hearing their stories at the next meeting, I felt obligated to attempt an investigation myself — even if it was more to show that mediums and psychics would be useless on one, as opposed to actually recording any kind of significant evidence of survival. The one I set up was delayed so I ended up participating in Beau’s next instead, having graciously invited myself through one of the other participants. It was every bit as bad as I expected — more of a Disney ride than any kind serious investigation — which motivated me still stronger to conduct something more legitimate. I had no intention of including a medium... except, as Beau had allowed me on hers, I felt obligated to include her on mine.

And she blew me away. The details of how I formed that impression would take a chapter to describe by itself, and maybe someday I will do that. For now, suffice it to say Beau demonstrated to me that not only does human personality survive death, but some people really can and do communicate with them. Over and over again, every time I would think I’ve brushed against the limit of awareness and consciousness, Beau would continue to do or say something I could later validate that would push that limit further out. She keeps moving forward while I keep trailing right behind trying to find out what is happening.

And now here I am, attending the University of New Hampshire to learn sufficient experimental methodology to test Beau as completely and scientifically as is humanly possible, while she just keeps on taking her “next step.” To me, this book is the series of steps she took to place her in front of me – a place where she can test herself as surely as she is allowing me to test her, and my belief system. To you, this book is something else.

ForewordBY AJ KITT

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Perhaps you are Cracking Open yourself, and need to hear you are not alone in some of the things you are experiencing? The New Age, and mediumship in particular, are so fraught with fraud and inanity it’s hard to tell what’s what. This book tells you what happened (to Beau) in a very thorough and readable way.

Perhaps you are looking for some kind of record that describes the process itself, instead of intensely hyperbolic stories of wonder or references so quick and partial what actually happened isn’t related at all? Again, this book is for you.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... what is here is the very real story of the ups and downs and ins and outs of what happened to one individual as she experienced it herself. Sometimes it seems so farfetched that it reads more like fiction, and sometimes it is so intensely real it will make you feel a part of the story. And a story it is – Beau’s story, told in a way that it lets you, the reader, decide what to accept and what to reject on your own.

Me? I’m the dude who has become one of Beau’s closest friends... the one who has heard all the stories over the last couple years (although not sequentially, as presented in this book). I’m the one who told her she needed to dig up the receipts and medical records that would exist if these things really happened, and I’m the one who holds copies of them in his filing cabinet. I’m the one who got to meet the people who crossed Beau’s path in this book — both the ones mentioned by name and by pseudonym — and ask them discreetly how accurate these stories really are. I read the e-mails. I overheard the conversations. I felt the effects and watched the resolutions. Beau is real. The story is real. I am real. And it just keeps going on and on and on.

This book is just the beginning of something much larger, and I’m dying to know where it will all eventually lead. Enjoy the story, and may it open doors in your minds and hearts enough for you to appreciate these kinds of experiences for yourself. Beau lives them every day while I tag along trying to describe and define them. For you, the adventure you choose and the path you take from here is entirely your own. Go live it, and let it take you where you allow.

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