You already know I feel, see, hear and smell the spirit world. That is no big news not for me, and I hope not for you. If you don’t know me I will prober introduce myself. My name is Rosita Belkadi and I’m a spiritual medium.

I feel, see, smell and hear the spirit world.

I am 47 years. And live in the Netherlands. My roots are Dutch and Greek. 

And in mediumship I still feel like a newbie but I already develop over 20 years. 

I grow up with foster parents. Because my father and mother could not take care of me. From a very young age I was aware of the spirit world. But that I fully understood when I started to develop mediumship. 

This story is about my father an me he died in November and I wandered would my mediumship change?  Would he start to “talk” to me? 

Let me explain something first my father and me where not that close. Well that’s softly put. In the first part of my life he didn’t want to know me as his daughter. 

The years after that he changes that view. Not only because I have the same face as my dad. But also, because he went softer. In his younger years he was very aggressive and even violent. But again, he gets softer and acknowledge me as he’s own. He even wanted to make it legal. But for me that was not an issue.  Somebody else already took care of me. And for me that was my father. And still he is the one who feels like my real father. But to come back at my story. My father died and I wandered if we maybe have a better relationship after his dead. And if I could hear him when he “talked” to me from the spirit world. People I know always have a sort of relationship white their loved ones in spirit, but in my life that was never the case. My brother died 10 years ago. And I cannot hear him. Or talk to him. But I wandered maybe now it is different. 
But nothing happened. Yes, I received messages and he even talked in his own voice trough the voice box from the seance of Scott Milligan. But unfortunately, I didn’t hear him myself 

Since November I can smell and feel my father sometimes around me. 

Until this week. This week he felt so close that I asked him a question. 

I asked;

How was it to die and immediately he answered in my head before I could finish my question. 


It’s like really waking up. Now I see and now I feel really, real. Real like never ever before. 

And that for me was so beautiful to really “talk” to him. 

And I hope this story continues. 

And when I typed the above sentence I heard a conformation in his voice again. 

SO, WHO knows…. till next time. 

Rosita x