Beyond The Veil…..

Clonmacnoise, Sacred Celtic Monastic Site

By Carm O’Sullivan

Have you ever wondered if your loved ones in Heaven still remember you, see you, or witness the weaving of your life after they’ve passed?

As a medium, my answer is a wholehearted yes.

Reading after reading has shown me that no matter how much time has passed, those we’ve lost are still watching over us, loving us from the other side. The bond remains. They may be out of sight, but they are never truly gone.

One beautiful example of this came during my last trip to Ireland, a journey that deepened my spiritual connection to the Celtic lands and brought many unexpected gifts. One of those gifts was our driver, Tom, from Northern Ireland.

Tom was not only our great driver but a was a natural storyteller, his voice carrying a joyful lilt and his heart radiating warmth. He spoke with deep affection about his wife, Irene, who is still with us, and with tender reverence for his dear mother, who had passed a few years earlier. You could feel the love in his words every time he mentioned them.

Throughout the trip, I kept calling him “Thomas,” even though he introduced himself as Tom. It wasn’t intentional, it just kept slipping out. Eventually, I realized why.

Every time I said “Thomas,” it was during a moment when he was speaking about his mother. Curious, I asked him, “Did your mother call you Tom or Thomas?”

He smiled. “She always called me Thomas.”

There it was, that gentle nudge from Spirit. His mother was with us in the car—listening in, joining the ride, and reminding her son that she was still near.

At the end of our travels, I offered Tom a reading as a thank-you gift for getting us safely across the countryside. He said, “Aye,” and we sat down for one of the most moving sessions I’ve ever done.

His mother and father came through immediately, both filled with love and clarity. His father even shared a memory of Tom at 17 and spoke about having to move him away from Northern Ireland to London.

“He wasn’t making good decisions,” his dad said.

I asked Tom if that made sense, and he nodded. “They moved me to keep me from joining the IRA.” He said it matter-of-factly, but I felt the weight of what that meant. It was a different time. A dangerous time. And his father’s decision had helped shape the beautiful life Tom lives now with his wife and their six grown children.

Next, I felt a young male and female presence, his sister and brother-in-law. They had passed together, and I immediately sensed a tragic car accident. It wasn’t their fault. Tom confirmed it had happened over 20 years ago.

Then came the most poignant moment of the reading. His sister showed me two small children sitting in the back seat, her children. I knew instantly they had survived.

“She wants to send a message to her girls,” I told Tom. “She showed me one of them recently getting married. She was there, brushing the veil into place, making sure her daughter looked perfect.”

Although Tom couldn’t verify that detail in the moment, he promised to check with the family.

The next day, when Tom picked us up, he had stories to share. The messages from his mother especially the one thanking Irene for her loving care, and the sweet mention of mismatched slippers—deeply touched his wife. It gave her the comfort of knowing that her mother-in-law saw and appreciated her devotion.

Then Tom told me he’d spoken to his niece about the veil. She was stunned. Only her maid of honor knew that she had felt her mother’s presence in the room that day, gently guiding her hand as she placed the veil on her head.

It was a sacred moment—one that confirmed, even after 20 years, a mother’s love still reaches through the veil to be present at her daughter’s most important milestones.

A Final Thought

No matter how many years pass, our loved ones in spirit don’t miss a family gathering. They know the details of our lives. They walk with us, celebrate with us, and quietly guide us in moments big and small.

So here’s a gentle invitation:

Set a plate for them at the holiday table.

Call their name when you need strength.

Sit quietly, breathe, and listen—you just might feel them near.

Love never dies. And neither do our connections.

They are still with us cheering us on, loving us, just beyond the veil.

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