Pay attention to connect to your emotions for the holidays. Are you in a place of Joy? Do you love life and all the simple things around you? Are you bedazzled by all of the “stuff” out there you want, and just have to have for the holidays? That’s all well and good but, have you squeezed your pet and held him close to you? Have you smiled at the bird outside your window, and stopped “time” for a moment, taking the time to treasure the simple life moments. These are the things most precious. Take the time to partake in the joy of all that IS around you for more than a moment. Make is a practice to feel “contented” like a cat on a sunlit window sill, trusting the challenge of physics by laying on it’s back with belly up!  You can see the smile on his face! These are the true treasures you take with you when you leave. Remember, life is temporary as all things are, so life is a gift, and that is why it is called the “present”.

An acquaintance emailed me to ask me to pray. A couple she is friends with, are going through such terror for their son Christopher who has been stabbed so viciously, I am sure the perpetrator thought he was leaving a dead man.

I wrote her back. I said that Christopher indeed would survive but the poor boy would go through multiple surgeries to reconstruct half his face, and the bone structure beneath. She emailed me back giving me the details the next day.  He was stabbed thirteen times over the face and chest area. The cutting was so severe, it had separated his face, and also the stab wounds in his chest, managed to puncture the on lung. He is lucky to be alive and in fact, breathing on his own.
I understand that we are all on whirlwind paths. No one’s path can be compared to another, or be the same in any way. To embrace your own path with sadness or even jealousy for another’s good fortune makes no sense. We all have a sacrifice and some sort of catastrophe. These events endeavor to strengthen the metal of who we are, because there is someone yet we need to become, for a very different awareness.  We descend into so many distractions in life, sometimes into such non essential routines, that many of us seem to sleep walk after awhile, approaching a type of auto pilot numbness. The sleep state doesn’t stop until something like this happens to someone like Chris, it affects not only the person it happens to , but all the people around that person. It allows a waking up, a thoughtfulness that would happen no other way. And ultimately, there is a new very lucid realization that you are willing to fight hard and strong for your life, because it is something quite precious after all. You realize you had taken so much for granted for so long. People make that introspective, that needed look within themselves, taking on a sudden stillness and clarity of thought they never anticipated could be possible before that event. They realize in that stillness, that all other things, all life existing, and moving about them in a color and way they never knew they could before. That even the smells of things before, had gone unnoticed. There is a reason for all things, and nothing is a coincidence. It is time to awaken to a new road, a new doorway that has opened to your life, and nothing is the same again. Life must be lived awake, and with a passion, because it is too dear to live it asleep and removed from it. Enjoy the journey, look out of the window of your car in your travels in life, and don’t just focus on the destination. Remember, to BE WHERE YOU ARE. Life takes on a whole new pathway from here on. And everything is savored, as it is understood, it could be gone tomorrow, and in that end, you realize you have gone through your time that went so fast, without any notice. I love the movie with Rosalind Russell, “Auntie Mame”. “You’ve got to Live, Live, Live”. Hear the message and feel the joy of life in everything that surrounds you…Now!

Reasons why you don’t make an enemy of a Psychic

A Psychic that clears homes of ghosts, can also fill them up with delinquent spirits.
(DONE TO NASTY EX HUSBANDS).
Knowing you can NEVER fall asleep for fear of your dreams being taken over.

Not knowing why you have the tendancy to walk into walls and hit your head daily.

Getting athletes foot rash in all the wrong areas.

Guaranteed lack of control over your kidneys while you are stuck in traffic or driving over a very long bridge.

A certainty you will have “other” mouths to feed in your home like Moths, Rodents, Bats, Chipmunks, Squirrels and Flies.

The TV turning on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, etc. all while you are arguing with the psychic or even better, when your watching your favorite sports program.

The electricity in your house shutting down (no one else on the street loses power)

Phone lines burnt in the wall plug and on the  phone end while you are on the phone with the psychic… dito with the cable wire.

The technicians for all of your electronic meltdowns saying the same thing to you…They have never seen this happen before.

Your land line phone lights turning on when no one is on the phone in the house…even weirder when you unplug the phone from the wall.

You radio is scanning to every channel, door locks are going up and down and the engine is shutting down…all while you are driving.

Your pet suddenly biting you in the ankle and running off.

You are suddenly awoken to your blankets being pulled up over your head and there is no one there.

When a space or object comes to life, or to “tell” what life experiences have occurred there, a distinct communication takes place. And that in itself is magic. We are all capable of seeing it. Some have it naturally; some can have it “turned on”. Others, just need to “turn up the volume”. I have said this over and over, turning up the volume, means that something must be there to begin with. I believe if we are living, whether animal or human, it will be there. That “it” is a magical connection, to things, objects, space, living things. Animals have it, why shouldn’t people. And they do.  We just have to know that this sensitivity is there, acknowledging it before hand or we will never see or feel it to “get” the rest.  It is this “believing”, that must be the foundation for the rest to be “seen” and “heard”. For a “sensitive”, the name  I prefer instead of Psychic, it is sometimes just a matter of touch, or just being still, to know. When I was looking for my home, it was when I touched the doorknob that I knew. I also knew when I pulled into the driveway it was going to be my home. Stepping inside told me more about the house than even my own seller would reveal. For good reason. He thought that if he told what he knew about this house, it would never sell.  He didn’t know, I was the perfect person for this house. Anyone else, would have been terrified, and frightened away. He is right, no one would have bought the house. So he remained quiet and did not tell me what had happened in the house he was selling.

It was curious and troubling as I knew what had taken place, and noted this immediately when I was able to take my Realtor Barbara D. aside for a moment and explain what I had “seen” and “felt”. When I touched the staircase as we headed upstairs I could see an elderly woman.

I knew her name, but let’s call her Edna. She had been some sort of a researcher, I saw lots of books and information, like a librarian, and that she had been living alone in the house. Her husband had died perhaps ten years prior, and that she had in fact had a handyman or younger male helper that she had paid to do work at the house. I could “see” her at the bottom of the stairs, dead. She was “placed” there to look as though she had an “accident”, as though she had fallen down the stairs. I knew, it was the handy man that was there that last day, to do minor work on the house. I was led up the stairs, as I was being shown the house by the owner, and we continued toward the bedrooms. I did not say what I had seen. The bedroom at the end of the house, was where the “hot spot” was. This location, right by the doorway, still held the “happening”. I could see that Edna had been giving this man a check and an argument ensued over the check. She was killed right there in the bedroom, over the man grabbing the check book and struggling with her over money. Her energy itself was no longer at the house, but the event was still “remembered” by the space there. I queried the owner a second time, over the past owners, and details. But was waiting to hear him tell me her name, and the occurance. He did not. I knew, he was supposed to.  Weeks later as the sale went on, my settlement money had not come in as I was told, and the owner used this to end the sale. I had to delay the purchase, and luckily I told my attorney about what I “felt and saw” that day, and reminded him of the owners not disclosing the incident. I had to call someone in the area to find out what company picked up the garbage on that street to begin the order, as I felt that confident, but when I got that information from the office on the line I asked him, if he knew the history of the house. I asked if any type of crime, like a murder took had taken place there. He might have been taken aback by this as he was silent at first, then he  told me that in fact yes something did. He was a rookie cop then, and got to the scene to find a victim at the bottom of the stairs. She as an elderly woman, and he said he did remember her name, and approximately the year it was. He remembered well, as it was his first incident of that kind, a homicide.  They realized right away something was odd about the scene, and after further examination, that she had been made to look like she fell accidentally down the stairs. She was a librarian, and they had heard she had hired a local handyman. When they collected him as a suspect, he spilled the beans that he did in fact kill her. He had been arguing with her over a check in the upstairs bedroom when his rage took the best of him and he killed her. He tossed her down the stairs, to make it look like an accident. The man went to prison, and with that, Edna’s spirit was calmed, as she has not stayed at the house, and I believe she is at peace that her killer had been found and prosecuted.

It was odd to me that the owner was aware of every previous owner. He knew their names,their stories and how long they had lived in the home.  For a Psychic, if Edna had still been at the house, it would not have been an issue for me to buy the home. I grew up with haunting’s, and had to learn to “clear” the energies away as a young child. I would listen and counsel them, thereby placing them in peace. I would always see them then a doorway would appear, and then I would watch them going through this “corridor and doorway”leaving the space as I watched. It was something I learned to do early on, no matter how extreme the haunting was. So in this case, it was kismet being a Psychic to view Edna’s unfortunate end, her event still “recorded” in the space. I was able to use this information that was not disclosed by the owner, to strong arm back into the contract and retain the time allowance needed, for other funding to be processed to purchase my home.

I thank her to this day, and know she is dwelling in peace regardless of the unfortunate end her life took, at the vengeful hands of an man that thought nothing of how precious  life is. With his unconscionable apathy, he ruined his own life, and a final justice will continue to catch up with him in the after life. This is also something I know. People’s evil deeds bring forth more negative energy for them, these lives pay a permanent and higher price later on the other side.