Yeah, so…..here I am writing this blog about intuition and related affairs. You are probably wondering, “What qualifies yonder hussy to write such a blog? How does she know anything about this topic?” At least you are if you too survived that particular brand of torture called graduate school where it was pounded into my head repeatedly by various well-meaning profs to always check the validity of your sources.  Well, you just rest on your backside, and I will tell ya how I got this way.

I don’t remember any precognitive experiences or what-have-you until I was 13. My intuitive abilities announced themselves loudly and proudly–“HELLLLOOOOOO!!!!  WE”RE HERE!!!”, they yelled as they clattered into my life unexpectedly.  One brilliantly blue, peaceful, summer morning, I awakened from an odd and disturbing dream. Very odd and disturbing dream. I saw the exact circumstances of a local young man’s death. He was passed out drunk early in the morning on a country road, his body shrouded by the intense fog that had developed. The mother of one of my classmates was driving down the road, didn’t see him, and ran over him.  Even stranger yet, I experienced the whole dream as a passenger in her car, seeing the whole event with my physical eyes. I also had the sensation of knowing  who we had hit, and that he was dead. But being a boisterous country lass, I decided to forget it and just get on with my day of bike riding, yakking my fat mouth on the phone,  and hitting my brothers. Yep, I forgot all  about it until the whole event was on the front page of the paper a few months later, exactly as I had dreamed. You better believe that the proverbial shit hit the fan for me then! I was so scared! I didn’t know what was wrong with me. All I know is that I hoped it never happened again.

Well, it did. As I entered adulthood, I continued to know when things were going to happen. I also knew when people were bad news, even though everyone else around me pleaded otherwise. I used to work with Raymond Adams, one of the criminals who slit the throats of the kids up in Carmel back in the late 90’s. He was always so jovial, so polite…and I couldn’t tolerate being in the same room with him. He made me sick. All my friends couldn’t understand why I didn’t like him. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t like him until I saw his mug shot on TV because he was a suspect in a crime. Turns out, he was the one who did the throat slitting.

I had always been interested in the “paranormal”. In the miniscule library of Waldron Elementary, I eagerly pounced on every book about ghosts, psychics, whatever I could get my grubby paws on. This youthful passion for learning about things otherworldly turned into a burning itch to learn whatever I could, particularly about intuition. I have read so many books and taken a few classes. My abilities grew stronger and stronger, and I learned I could easily do readings. I practiced and developed my skills. I consider Jim Puskala at All My Relations to be my mentor. If there is something I need to know, I trot my butt over to him and find out about it.  Now I work with clients privately, providing them with information to find their happiest path in life and travel down it as joyfully as possible. I don’t tell clients their future…that is up to them. I just act as their guide and facilitator. I look forward to teaching others about the delights of their intuition as I begin my own writing and teaching career.