A Public Service Announcement from Your “Dead” Loved Ones

Many moons ago, I penned a blog about what your dead pets would share with you if they could. My goodness, that has been popular! So, I thought the other day, what would our dead beloved humans want us to know? Read on to discover what I feel they would most want to tell you.

They would want you to know that when you sense them around you, you see signs of them (such as a blue butterfly or a cardinal), they hug you in a dream…..that is really them! So many people question if they are just nuttier than squirrel shit, or actually in the presence of their loved one. They are with you. Spirts have truly remarkable abilities to communicate and connect with us. My dad can turn on music boxes, my grandpa threw a camera in my bedroom once, and I occasionally smell cigarette smoke from my other grandfather. How do they accomplish these feats? By manipulating energy, that is the only way I can explain it. Some spirits seem better able to move energy soon after their transition, while others have to learn how to do this. What if you were incredibly close to someone, you have expected communication of any type, and nothing is happening? In all likelihood, they are either in the development process of these skills, and/or your grief is blocking you from discerning the connection. Time and patience will usually offer the link to them that you want.

Before I go any further, I had best explain where I am getting my information. I am not pulling this out of thin air, hoping it brings comfort to some. Nope, this blog is fueled by my 13 years as a psychic medium, plus all the books I have read about the Afterlife, past lives, and similar topics. If you agree with what I write, yay for us! If your experience is different than mine, yay for us again! You may have read books or blogs which directly contradict me, may have a certain religious beliefs that make this all seem like hooey, or for whatever other reason, this just doesn’t jibe with you. That is all good! We must discern our own truth– I am not “the boss of you” when it comes to your beliefs.

In my work, people who were nasty, abusive, or simply a run of the mill asshat behave with kindness and civility, wishing to apologize for hurt or harm they caused. I was in the middle of a session with a lady one day, and a relative wanted to talk to her. We will call the relative Blanche. So I say to the client that Blanche is here. Hokey Smokes, you would have thought I had pronounced the devil to be sitting beside her! “No, I don’t want to talk to her! She was awful!” I immediately comforted her that Blanche materialized to make amends, that she would be a loving spirit, or I would cut off the conversation. I also shared that she could refuse to chat with Blanche. The choice was hers.

We often long for our departed loved ones at our special occasions, such as weddings, or when life is turdy and tumultuous. Guess what? They are there. Our bonds of love connect us eternally. My eyes well with tears at the holidays because I so badly want my departed family back in their bodies, to be healthy, laughing, and enjoying our festivities. Somehow, though, I can feel their energies, beside me and sharing love like we used to. I can guarantee yours are with you also; you are never alone.

Death is one of the most excruciatingly painful experiences we humans face when we are the ones left behind. I hope my words have provided joy and comfort.

Surprise, Surprise! It Ain’t Like the Movies!!!

As I pondered what to write about today, I thought back to the fears I initially had about developing my intuition.

There are many things about intuitive/psychic abilities that scare the outright shit clear outta people. The lovely Hollywood movie, The Sixth Sense, was high on my list after I white knuckled it through that flick. I eagerly departed the theatre, deciding that nope, this psychic stuff wasn’t for me–oh hell no!

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If you haven’t had the joy of watching this movie, allow me to provide you with the quick and dirty on it. Boy is psychic. Boy sees dead people all over the place. Not your contented, lounging-in-a-coffin kind of dead person, but gory, gross, people who have hanged themselves with blood and entrails spewing…..ewww. Only a complete nutter would want to see that all the time, right? Continue reading “Surprise, Surprise! It Ain’t Like the Movies!!!”

Why I Am A Psychic Medium, Etc.

As I pondered what on earth to write about today, I decided to glance through my old blogs to see what stone I had left unturned about me and my psychic world. There is a large doozy of a stone left unturned, and that is why I do what I do. What would make one want to ditch her hard earned master’s degree and the career she was so excited about to do this instead? I have three answers: the government and insurance companies. Number three shall show herself a little later in our blog.

The career I had practically drooled and frothed at the mouth to enter was that of a clinical social worker. A counselor, to be exact. For many moons, I had dreamed of having my own practice, helping clients with whatever. For many moons much longer than that, people had spontaneously told me their troubles. And I was happy with that. I loved (and still do) when someone shared their heart and soul with me, maybe seeking advice, maybe not. Didn’t matter; I still enjoyed the dialogue. Continue reading “Why I Am A Psychic Medium, Etc.”

My First Contact with the “Dead”

For many moons, I thought it would be just the best to be able to talk with the spirit world. Why? The biggest reason is that I miss my family and friends (both those who used to be both human and animal) so, so terribly. Like everyone else, I have some relatives who are, to be nice, unsavory individuals. For the most part, my family has been lovely. My dad and grandparents were particularly lovely humans, and never a day goes by where my heart doesn’t hurt because they are out of their body. I thought being able to still at least have a conversation with them would ease the pain. I ¬†also dug the idea of being able to help clients with their grief issues. Continue reading “My First Contact with the “Dead””

How to Spot a Scamming Psychic, Part 2

Unfortunately, I felt compelled to pen a Part 2 on this topic. I want consumers to be well-educated on choosing a quality energy reader.

So here is what popped into my head since last week: the psychic should be able to provide extremely detailed information about you and your life. If they are continually stumbling along and acting like everything is hunky dory when they ain’t getting shit or shinola right, then ask them if they can read you. Continue reading “How to Spot a Scamming Psychic, Part 2”

Qualities You Had Best Possess If You Have a Hankering to be a Professional Psychic

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There are some really, um, questionable, psychics out there. I have been to one myself–he was so totally full of it! Dude was quite knowledgable about astrology, and every observation out of his cake hole was just typical for my sign, a Leo. He also muttered some gibberish about a spirit under a tree in the backyard and some chick putzing about the crib….all highly general and truly of no use. The other I have fortunately never met. This one really makes my blood boil.

Psychic was reading for guests at a PARTY!!–A PARTY!!!–A JOYFUL, KICK-UP-THY-HEELS SOIREE– and actually told one lady that her daughter would die soon. W!T!F! How rude and insensitive. That is a bit of info I never tell anyone, let alone when someone is unwinding and letting her hair down.

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Perhaps John Needs Some Midol

I had the distinct pleasure of observing famed psychic medium John Edward do his thing in front of a live audience on March 8th. I love John. I have devoured all his books except his one fiction piece….ol’ boy knows his stuff and can also easily teach it to others. So I was curious to see what he would be like in person.

He was just what I expected, with one exception. He really got on the rag with some audience members who didn’t readily agree with the information he received….thus the title of this blog. Midol maybe, John? Or perhaps I would get a bit feisty too if I had done this type of work for 30 years and dealt with all the heckling that invariably arrives with it.

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