Hand of the Beekeeper

This story is by far my most memorable and endearing. At the time I originally wrote this, a close friend of mine, Sam, lost his father. This isn’t really unusual. I’ve had many friends lose family members to the other side, and in rare instances am I able to make contact, and at the time only after several months or years have passed.

Around 7:15 p.m. that evening I was lying on my bed, unwinding from the day and contemplating the many thoughts circling inside my head. Suddenly, I felt a presence in my room. This is normal for me, especially in my line of work. But, what made it unique was that this presence approached me from behind and placed a gentle hand on my right shoulder. I felt that he wanted to talk, but did not want to startle me. I felt warmth, care, compassion and concern for my mental state at being touched by an unseen person in my bedroom.

I could tell his hands had been worn, perhaps from farming. They were large, wide, and had a gentle firmness about them.

I quickly began receiving impressions, feelings, and pictures in my mind, as is typical with most spirits who come to me. What made this one different was how very clearly he communicated. I made mental notes and stored them away until I could talk to Sam and see if this spirit’s characteristics described his father. I had never met him, never seen his picture, and never heard Sam mention him. Ever. Until the morning I was told he was dying.

It was getting late and Sam was most assuredly busy processing the emotions of the significant loss to him and his family. So, I reached out to another close friend, Kat, who was more familiar with his family than I was, to validate some of the information I had received.

I shared with Kat that I believed this gentle spirit had been a farmer or worked with his hands in some capacity. He appeared to me to be a tall man with a larger build, and was more or less a gentle giant. She was able to confirm I was on the right track. And our work would begin.

I gently let Sam know that felt I was in contact with his father and explained how he had introduced himself to me. I told Sam I would be available to him if he had any questions. But he had a funeral to plan and family to appease. So, Mr. Gentle Man and I would patiently wait to begin our adventure. In the meantime, he was perfectly comfortable hanging around with me until his son eventually reached out with questions.

A few days later his text came. “Does he have anything he wants me to know?” I felt the trepidation in his question, and the harried emotions from the recent couple of days. But there were things Mr. Gentle Man wanted his son to know.

First and foremost he wanted his family to know that he was fine and it was beautiful where he was. He seemed oblivious to the chaos he had left behind in his passing, and felt almost jovial. He showed me mental pictures of his daughters, or “hens” as he referred to them, all bombarding their brother with how-tos, what-fors and everything else he needed to do to prepare for the funeral. I’m sure it was overwhelming. And he had a word for me and for Kat: “Take care of my boy.”

While waiting for Sam to formulate his questions, Kat fed me information on Sam’s dad. His name was Ron. He was a flower farmer and a Master Beekeeper. This so eloquently explained his gentle nature, his “farmer’s hands,” as well as his ability to communicate so well. To be a beekeeper, you have to understand the bees. You need to be able to trust them and them you. There was a mutual respect between Ron and his bees. I felt it. This communion with nature taught him how to communicate with his spirit instead of his words. Which was, I believe, how he became so good at talking to my soul that night.

A bit later, Sam asked me if I would help locate his father’s “stashes,” which were hidden all over his property. So, I asked Ron. What could it hurt? Ron agreed, but he had one stipulation – if I told Sam where to find the stashes, Sam had to promise to keep them for himself. After all, Sam was doing all the work to find them, and Ron believed in reaping the rewards of hard work and living up to one’s God-given potential, something that Sam verified for me with much enthusiasm. This was why I think he chose me to be his medium.

You see, I was at a critical crossroads. I was just a thought away from turning my back on my abilities and living a “normal” life. I was about to squander my gifts away and not live up to my full potential. Ron, being aware as he put it, couldn’t stand by and let that happen. So, he hired me to help Sam find his stash.

Ron told me there were four treasures in total. But he only showed me three locations. I later learned that Sam had found one and had already shared it with his sisters. The other three (as I saw them) were located; 1) In a work shed of some sort, beneath a wooden work bench; 2) Inside a honey shed, near where he worked with his bees, beneath a counter top – he called this one his “Honey Money”; and 3) In the attic inside a can or old cleaner container.

Sam located two of the three: One in the box beneath the work bench, and the other, the “Honey Money,” (photo of the actual bag below) was found. He is still looking for the stash in the attic.

As often as I get great validation of my work, I was still blown away. This was awesome and amazing and all the other exciting words you could pour into this sentence to express how thrilling a ride this was.

Shortly after that, Ron’s presence faded and sadness filled the void. During the previous days while we were working together, he was amused as I sang along with the songs playing on the radio during the daily rides home from work. He shared images of his life and his family, and he gave me tidbits of what it’s like on the other side. We had become close, and now my life was returning to normal. I wept. But he came and did what he intended to do. He helped his son, and he saved me from making a devastating decision, as he reminded me of the hundreds of people who have been helped during my years of doing what I do.

There is so much more to Ron’s story, but there was one important lesson I learned in all this and what I want to share it with you: Never, ever give up on yourself no matter how awful you think your life is turning out. There is an end to the darkness and there will always be someone there holding a Light to help lead you out. Mr. Ron was my Light. This life-saving experience allowed me to work with him and Sam, to share some fond memories, to get a glimpse of life on the other side, and to laugh.

I was honored to be his voice, his tool and his hand. I was and forever will be The Hand of The Beekeeper.

The Closet Monster Conundrum

Historically, children have been known to possess wild imaginations. They fear the bumps in the dark, the witches under the bed, and the monsters in the closet. Parents write their fears off as overactive imaginations and soothe their fussy children back to sleep, telling them it was all just a scary dream.

But what if those monsters are real?

I was recently contacted by a family to help them understand some strange phenomena going on in their new home. The homeowners had lost their previous home to Hurricane Harvey and eventually moved into what they felt was their dream home. But shortly after moving in they felt something was not quite right.

Shantel and Conrad expressed concerns over not feeling at home in their new dream house. She felt like someone was watching her in the kitchen, the stairway to the upstairs felt “unnerving,” and their 18-month-old daughter was not sleeping at night and woke several times with night terrors. They heard knocks coming from places they couldn’t identify, smelled smoke when there was no source, and heard unintelligible voices throughout the home. This was enough to convince me to at least take a peek.

I asked Shantel to forward photos of the inside and outside of her home, which she quickly did. After my assessment, (I astral projected myself into their home to have a look around), I promptly responded to her concerns. I told her I felt pretty comfortable throughout her home, but there were a few places that had me rattled, specifically the master bathroom. While there is much more to her story, I’ve chosen to share only the most menacing entity I encountered during my visit.

First off, the house was plopped down in the middle of the woods, as were all the new homes in her pristine, storybook neighborhood. I let her know that when the land was disturbed, it would be likely that some of the energies associated with that land might have been stirred up and could be causing some of her problems.

As I worked through her photos, I ran across a beautiful bathroom with a very large bathtub. I admitted I was jealous. I’m a total bath girl – the bigger the bath and the more jets in the tub, the better! But I felt like I was being watched in this space, even though Shantel said this was the one place in the home where she felt safe. However, the closet door in that bathroom was closed, so I could not see into that area from this photo.

I worked my way through all the photos, performed a remote home clearing, (I cleared the energy of the home from a remote distance using the energy connection I had established through the photos). To do this, I mentally viewed the home and used energy work to clear the space – a powerful form of clearing – until I felt satisfied my work was complete and the home was clear.

Shantel emailed me back a few days later quite pleased with the results. They were sleeping much better, but she shared that they still had a few knocks, bumps and voices in the home, but on a much lesser scale than before. I asked if she would mind a home visit so I could get a close-up look, and I asked permission to bring two of my colleagues with me. They were training to do the kind of work I do, and I felt this would be an amazing opportunity for them to sharpen their proverbial paranormal teeth. Shantel agreed with much enthusiasm.

Once we all arrived at the home and said our hellos, I took Suzanne and Rhys around the home and asked them to point out any areas of concern on their “radar”. I showed them how to locate portals and then close them. They caught on quite quickly with the two small openings we had found. Convinced that they were far enough along to take on a room by themselves, I turned them loose in the master bedroom and bathroom while I filled the family in on what we had found and cleared in their home so far. I didn’t particularly expect they would find anything in those two remaining rooms.

A few long minutes later, neither Suzanne nor Rhys had surfaced to let me know that either things were okay in those spaces, or they had cleared them and all was well. I felt compelled to go check on them.

I entered the bedroom and found no-one. I continued into the master bathroom where I saw the both of them standing there not moving, facing the open closet. They heard me enter the room and both whipped around, wide-eyed, with the look of fear and shock on their faces. They both began at the same time telling me, “We can’t fix it! It won’t leave! We tried, we can’t do it!” Trying to remain calm, I asked them to tell me what happened.

“The closet,” Rhys responded. “We can’t close the portal. And it keeps telling me ‘No!’” He explained that he heard a voice in his head refusing to leave the space, as commanded.

I’ll admit I was mildly excited to be able to get to the bottom of this problem; I knew how to hold an entity in place while I called on angelic assistance to usher it back to its creator. So, with clear intent and stern authority, I grabbed my pendulum out of my pocket and asked Spirit to direct me to the portal. Without hesitation, I was sent to the back right corner of the closet.

“Is this it?” I asked of the two of them. They both confirmed with head nods, still wide-eyed. I took at look at the corner and was blown away. The image I saw was picked up by my ability to see beyond the physical realm, (clairvoyance), as well as my physical vision, (one superimposed over the other). It was a huge pillar-like structure starting half way up the wall and protruding through the ceiling of the house. It was probably the biggest portal I had ever seen.

Standing in front of this opening was what appeared to be half man and half horse, like an enormous centaur. I invited him to leave the home, to which he adamantly refused. I told him that either he was going to leave on his own or he would be removed. Yet he resisted. At that point I lost awareness of Suzanne and Rhys – the conversation was now between me and my hoofed friend.

I had to summon the help of Archangel Michael and whichever of his angelic host he decided would be best suited for this job. While I waited for them to arrive, (I recognize the energy change as angels enter a space), I felt it necessary to hold this beast in place so he didn’t try to run before I could have him removed. He was preventing me from closing this portal and believe me, this portal HAD to be closed!

My angelic host arrived within moments, and I asked them to return this entity to its source. (Note – I don’t make a judgement call on whether or not an entity is good or evil. In his reality, he could be a saint. I simply return them to their creator and leave the whole heaven and hell debate up to the powers that be.) I then closed my eyes to get a better view of what was happening, and I both saw and felt them wrap this resistant being in a warm cloud of calmness and carry him out through the portal. When I felt it was gone, I mustered every bit of strength I could find and focused on closing the door between our world and theirs. My pendulum, which I use more as a visual aid that the work is being done, was whirring so fast I could hear it humming. It took a number of tries, but I was finally able to close it. I sealed it on both sides of the opening so that it could never be re-opened, and I stationed angels on both sides to protect this from ever happening again. I was energetically exhausted.

When I finished, I looked over at Rhys and Suzanne. They looked like they were both in shock. I had to keep from laughing. It’s cute when you introduce folks to the exciting world of spiritual warfare. Their expressions were priceless.

We gathered our wits, made one last check of the entire house to make sure it was clear and filled with light and love, and then rejoined the family. I gave the family instructions on smudging the home at least monthly for the next six months, and then twice a year after that to keep spiritual invaders at bay, and to keep the home energetically clean.

The next day, Shantel wrote me and asked if we had gotten everything out. She was concerned because there was still a lot of noise, and her husband felt very uncomfortable in that closet. She mentioned she couldn’t help but notice the look on Rhys’s face after he came out of the bedroom the day before. (Note to self – have Rhys work on his poker face.) I assured her that this was normal, that there was still work being done in the angelic realm, but things should settle down quite quickly. And they did.

I urged Shantel to contact me if anything else happened, and I would come back out to address her concerns, but I have not heard back from her. I’ll take that as “mission accomplished.”

If you believe your home is haunted and you feel helpless to clear it yourself, please contact me. My team and I are available in the Houston area. If you live outside Houston, Texas, I will clear your home without having to be there in person. Please see my Services page for more information.

The Pineal Paradox

The pineal gland is said to be the master gland of the body. For the physical body it produces hormones that control other glands, including growth and melatonin production. This small, seemingly insignificant little ball of human tissue is situated almost center in the brain. But what does it do really?

Many spiritualists claim that the pineal gland is the Gateway to the Universe, The Third Eye, and even The Seat of the Holy Spirit. Well, I don’t know about any of that, but I can share with you my experience as an Astral Traveler and Medium. When accessed through meditation, the pineal gland can open doors to alternate realities.

Every once in a while I get some down time, and for whatever reason I was interested in researching the pineal gland. I ran across a YouTube video in which a documentary described taking a tour of the Universe via the pineal gland. It described being able to access multiple dimensions through this little space via meditation. Intrigued, I decided I would try.

The one thing you should know about me, and something I encourage everyone to do, (within reason), is that when I realize something is possible, something I may not have ever considered or imagined before, I will give it a try! I live by the mantra that there are no rules – that we are only limited by the boundaries of our own imaginations. (A word of caution – while I try not to live by the rules – I find them terribly restrictive – I do protect myself in the event I run across energies that might not agree with me on the whole no-rules belief.) That being said…

After watching most of the video I decided I had to try this technique. That afternoon, when I knew I could get some quiet time for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and placed my consciousness into my own brain. I’ve done enough body scans to recognize when I have actually made contact with my target. This was no different. I was inside my own head, (something I’m often accused of – quite a lot happens in there!). But as I was looking around, I could not find that little glob of cells. I looked everywhere! Exasperated, I finally looked down at my feet. I was standing on it! As soon as I realized that it was just beneath me, I instantly dropped down inside of it, a-la Alice in Wonderland. This is where the fun started.

As I began examining the inside of this space, I didn’t notice anything particularly striking. It was small, enclosed and dark. Just then, I saw a window begin forming in front of me. This window opened to the size of a full wall-sized picture window with a view of a beautiful grassy, green meadow. Behind the meadow, off in the distance, was a mountain range.  I felt that I should attempt to move through the window and into the meadow, so I did.

I found myself walking up a small, velvety-green hill, where I came upon a quaint little farmhouse. In the front yard was a young boy, maybe about 11 years old, with blonde hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. He was standing beside a large wooden cable spool – the kind you would make into a rustic table. I didn’t see what he was tinkering with, but as I gazed on him I felt immense love and adoration. Somewhere deep inside I felt like I was watching myself, but in another lifetime, perhaps another dimension.

Once I came to that realization I was immediately pulled back inside the small, dark room. The window began to move to the left where another window appeared right behind it with a completely different scene. I felt that I wanted to explore this one, as well, but the window didn’t stop for me. The wall of windows began revolving slowly at first, as if to tease me with the varying exploration possibilities. And then the wall started to spin faster and faster, the windows becoming smaller and more compact the faster the wall spun. Within moments, all I could see in front of me was a solid, black wall.

Three things became crystal clear to me. First, I was reminded about our molecular structure – how molecules are made mostly of empty space, and that we and the “solid” world around us are merely illusions. Next, I was shown that, via the pineal gland, we have access to infinite realities. And finally, I understood that all of these realities were happening at the same time. There was no linear time. All of my lives, all of my limitless possibilities are happening right now. This, for me, blew the cap off the paradigm of past and future lives.

This isn’t necessarily a new concept for me. I had seen two different movies about children who had died and come back to life to describe their experiences. One in particular was “Heaven is for Real.” In it, the young boy described a scene while he was in heaven where everything was happening at once – the war between heaven and hell, for instance, which is recorded in biblical history to have happened before the earth was ever formed.

There is really quite a lot more I’d love to discuss, but I’ll save some for other blog posts – topics such as Quantum Jumping, (jumping between other dimensions), and tapping into our other dimensional realities to download their traits to use in our current reality, etc. I hope you’ll keep checking back for these juicy nuggets.

I probably got off topic a little, but I would encourage you to do your own pineal experimentation. Send me your experiences. I would love to read about them and explore this topic from the perspective of others, like you!

Until then, happy exploring.

Working With Energy

(This is an older post, but I wanted to share it again, because it is one of the more significant miracles of my life. This event took place about 10 years ago on the day before a planned out-of-state family reunion, at a time when I had discovered why it was possible to manipulate energy.)

I’ve been experimenting over the past year or two on “correcting” the energy balance in people which, in many cases, has a happy side-effect of physical benefits in the form of healing or some level of physical improvement. I had no idea what profound effects it would have on the people who have sought out my help or why I could suddenly and seemingly be able to help people in this way.

But let me explain why I think this is possible.

Several years ago, I suffered a torn rotator cuff only one day before leaving on vacation to California for a family reunion. I had zero time to have the needed surgical repair done before I hopped on the plane, and there was no way I was canceling my plans. I would have to just suck it up and live on pain medications until I could return to Houston.

As you know, I’m a medium. I talk to those on the other side of the veil, both during my waking hours, but also in my dreams when they seek me out for chats. I had just been to a James Van Praagh event here in town, so perhaps he was already on my mind on this particular night.

I was on the third or fourth day of my California vacation, when this dream took place. In the dream, I was on stage giving a presentation and doing readings for the audience, when the show began winding down. Just then, I scanned over the audience and saw, to my delight, James Van Praagh. I motioned to him to wait where he was and I would be down in a moment to greet him.

When I approached him, we engaged in a quiet yet delightful conversation; so quiet, in fact that no words were exchanged, as happens in so many of these types of (visitation) dreams. During our chat he looked at my shoulder, and I explained what had happened. At that moment he leaned his forehead close to mine and the brightest white, blinding light shot out from between our foreheads. I heard it crackle, as if it were pure electricity. I had no idea what it was, but I was astounded, (mostly at the fact that I got to meet Mr. Van Praagh!).

When I went to bed that night, and those several nights since the injury, I was not able to lift my arm at all. Any movement of my injured arm had to be done actively – that is, I had to use my right arm and reach over to lift the left. I could feel the joint wiggling inside my shoulder as if it was going to fall out of place if I removed my arm support strap. This was a bad injury.

And then I dreamed.

The next morning I woke up feeling so happy about my dream. And I had a thought. What if that dream was real? What if I had been the unwitting recipient of healing by a spirit entity disguised as James? I had asked for a quick recovery before going to bed, but a healing? It seemed too good to be true. I had to test it.

Still in my pajamas, my hair disheveled and messy from just getting out of bed, I stood still and attempted to raise the injured arm. To my shock and disbelief I was able to lift it three inches from my side on its own power! Each day brought more and more improvement, and by the end of about 2 weeks I was able to raise my arm completely over my head, and I had better range of motion than before I was injured!

Which brings me back to my story about correcting energy. It’s my feeling that the healing energy that I was given that night in my sleep has become a part of my own energy. It is how I’m able to connect with anyone and simply will myself (or the powers that be) to correct their energy to optimal for each person. As I perform these corrections, I do feel energy leaving my hands; I feel vibrancy around me; I feel almost high. And when I feel the energy around me returning to normal, I accept that the work is done, and I let my client know what took place and how soon they can expect this energy work to filter to the physical body. Most people will, after a few days, feel better energy around them. In some cases, the physical body changes and health improves. To this day, every client has reported a deep sleep on the first night of the correction, with the exception of only one.

Before we use the “H” word (healing; healer) let’s be very clear. I do not consider what I do to be healing. It’s nothing more than manipulating energy, which sometimes has a potential to affect the physical body, depending on the openness of the client, their willingness to accept the energy work, and their belief systems. I am only working on the energetic plane.

(Now, where were we?  Oh, yes!) While the energy work is being done, I use my pendulum to monitor the progress. When it stops rotating, I know I’m done. This is when I ask how long it will take for the energy work to be filter down to the physical plane, and I pass this information along to the client.

Please understand that my pendulum is only a tool. It does not do any of the work. It simply measures the amount of energy exchange that is taking place at a given time. It indicates to me that work is being done. And it gives me a visual answer, yes or no, when I ask if it is appropriate and beneficial for me to work on a client’s energy field. (If I am not given the green light to perform work on someone, they are notified and given the option of a refund or another service.) The healing comes from the forces at work in the Universe – not my pendulum, and certainly not me.

I would have never considered offering energy manipulation as a service, but I began thinking about the other work I do. If I can see energy with my eyes, feel it with my body, if I can remove hexes and curses, and cause the dreamless to dream again, if I can assist spirits in moving on in their journeys, which is all nothing more than energy work, why can’t I assist in correcting discordant energy?

I discussed this with one of my close friends, and she enthusiastically volunteered as a test subject for her own recently-injured shoulder. I worked my new mojo on her with the intent of correcting her body’s energy structure to normal for her. We finished our visit and I returned to work, thinking nothing more of it. Three days later, she excitedly called me to let me know that she could raise her arm up, and that her doctor no longer felt the need to continue treating her arm! I was pretty floored, myself. Several other practice sessions followed on different volunteers, all with the same amazing results.

I can’t explain why I deserve to have these wonderful abilities, and I won’t ask. Maybe it’s something as simple as the fact that I KNOW it’s possible. I’m grateful and humbled that I am allowed to help people in what seems to be miraculous ways.

If you have a concern you need help with, whether it’s a desire to connect with a departed loved one, if you have a health issue that doctor’s have not been able to pinpoint, or if you simply want help correcting your energy to bring yourself back to an optimal state, please reach out to me or visit my Services page.

Thank you for reading, and God bless.

The Miracle of Energy Correction

Throughout my lifelong career of being a psychic/medium and energy worker, I have pretty much exclusively only worked on other people – not so much on myself. I have always told myself that I was “too close to the situation” to do any work on my own body or energy. Sure, I could clear my home and living space of stagnant energy and work on my family members, but for some reason I was under the false assumption that I couldn’t work on myself. I had never tried, (with the exception of clearing my energy before I did readings on other people). I don’t know why it never dawned on me that I could work on my own energy until about a year ago.

I had always been pretty slender, but there comes that age when hormones go wonky and the body starts changing shape, and not in a good way. I stopped paying attention to what foods I put in my mouth. Exercise was just too uncomfortable to physically attempt, and given our hot and humid climate, this was also an excuse not to exercise. All that aside, I was quickly growing out of everything in my closet. My joints had become painful, my low back was hurting every night and day due to the added weight of my midsection. My blood pressure was spiking and dropping, and my cholesterol was through the roof. I was a ticking time bomb.

One evening while soaking in my bathtub, which was also shrinking around my body, I started feeling really depressed and helpless to do anything about my situation. But just then something inside me jumped to attention and screamed out, “Change Your Energy!” I felt myself becoming angry at how I had neglected my body. I was reminded of how easy it was to change the energy of other people and affect phenomenal changes in their lives, so why should I be excluded from the benefit of my own work?

I was then reminded of something I learned from Dr. Wayne Dyer in his book “Good-Bye Bumps,” about talking to the body to create healing. With my pendulum in hand, I held it over my body, central midsection (solar plexus chakra), and began willing my body to change its shape. I told my body it was to immediately begin releasing excess fat from its cells, dump unnecessary stored water, and to do this in a healthy and beneficial way. As the pendulum made wide, deliberate circles over my tummy I could feel it swirling under my skin and in my muscles and tissue. It was an odd sensation. When the pendulum stopped spinning, I thanked the Universe for the work being done and finished my bath without thinking anything more of my situation.

About three days later I was reading some social media posts and ran across one from my childhood friend, who was touting how she had lost 32 pounds over the course of about 4 months. She looked vibrant, happy and full of energy, and had recently been zip-lining, scuba diving and truly enjoying her life! Could this be real?

I immediately contacted her and she told me how she had done it. This ignited a monster in me and I began researching and learning everything I could about her “Ketogenic Lifestyle.” I started putting my newfound knowledge to use and within 10 days I had lost 7 pounds. I was ecstatic, but still doubted whether I could remove the rest.

I continue to do periodic energy corrections on my body and it continued on a journey of amazing transformation. Here I am, two years later and my body is completely different – because I made the choice to do an energy correction! The Universe responded by placing the means to achieve my goal on my direct path. I became aware of how wonderful is the love we receive from God/Universe, that we are important, and the only thing holding us back is our failure to ASK!

If you are in need of change in any area of your life, I would be honored to help you with an Energy Correction. Everyone I have helped has reported wonderful changes and you can, too! I’m ready to go to work for you if you’re ready to accept real change in any area of your life.

Dancing with Death

Near death experiences. I’ve had a few. I often reflect on my life and am reminded of the many close calls I have had and why I survived. Thankfully, I never actually died – I was spared for some reason. Too many times has Death looked me in the eye, only to check his watch and wink at me as if to say, “Not just yet, my Dear.”  Why? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I now have a wonderful life with loving, caring, and productive adult children. I have been blessed with four grandchildren; with each I have a deep and loving bond. I have a caring and dedicated husband, who has been by my side for almost thirty years. My adult life has been very blessed.

But with all the brushes with Mr. Death, I have to wonder why I have been spared? I see lots of people who are just as happy as I am suddenly suffer tragedy. There are auto accidents, illnesses – well, you get the idea. I just never figured out why, in all the times we’ve met face-to-face, he never scooped me up and took me away to my next adventure.

I have a healthy respect for Death. I understand it is part of our life journey and nothing to fear. So, why am I still here? Some of these extraordinary events actually happened to me, and to this day I am still scratching my head, wondering why I survived? I suppose we all have close calls, but the few (of many) true stories below were just too close.

Fed-Ex Near Death Experience:

I remember driving along a feeder road in Houston, Texas with my two young children, ages three and five, safely secured in the back seat. We were singing songs and I was trying to keep them entertained until we returned home. Two energetic kids in a car will either drive you insane or make you want to pull your hair out, so I did what I could to keep them happy and in a good mood for the 15-minute drive home. I had reached an intersection and continued through it. Suddenly, I heard screeching tires right outside my driver-side window. Terrified, I glanced over and saw a Fed-Ex truck just feet from my car door. He was so close, in fact, that I could hear the packages inside the truck tumbling to the truck floor. I felt my skin grow cold! I’m still unsure of who would have been at fault had this event taken a different ending, but with my distracted mind, I can only assume… Thankfully, I was not hit. Had this gone another way, he would have slammed into me dead on at a force that would have surely killed me and at the very least injured my two young babies. I survived unscathed. Why?

Near Death by Gallstone:

In 2009, I was on my way to a training class for a job that I had recently been hired. I was excited at the opportunity and was a perfect fit for the position. But I woke up feeling queasy…again. I had been experiencing off-and-on abdominal pain, but brushed it off as a virus. I pushed through the nausea, figuring it would ease up once I ate something. When I arrived at the training, I found myself in a room with several other new-hires, so it would be easy for me to relax a bit and wait for the uneasiness of my tummy trouble to pass. I had coffee. I tried to have a breakfast roll. Nothing was working, and the pain only began to worsen.

My problem quickly began to deteriorate, and within an hour I had to excuse myself to make it to nearest restroom, where I began vomiting. I figured that once I got that out of my system, I would feel better. But it continued, happening about every 30 minutes, and before long it was one heave after the other. I was excused from training and tried to drive myself home. After about ten minutes, I knew I had to pull into the nearest Urgent Care. They took me in immediately, drew blood and called an ambulance. The vomiting wouldn’t stop. Thankfully, a medical center was right across the street. Fresh blood was drawn at the hospital and I was soon caught up in a whirlwind of exams; ultrasounds, CT Scans and MRI Scans.

Within about an hour, and after all the testing, I was face to face with a surgeon who said the P-word:  Pancreatitis. He explained to me that my lab values had reached extremely critical levels, particularly my liver function tests. My amylase (an enzyme, found chiefly in saliva and pancreatic fluid, that converts starch and glycogen into simple sugars), was at 13,000+. They were unable to get an accurate count because it was off the scales. Normal range is 25-115. Lipase, (a pancreatic enzyme that catalyzes the breakdown of fats to fatty acids and glycerol or other alcohols), was at 3,000+. Again – off the charts. Normal range is 73-393. I was pretty sick. My pancreas was dying, and so was I. As my doctor confirmed, “You can’t live without a pancreas.”

I was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit, where I was placed on intravenous antibiotics for five days, until the infection in my pancreas was cleared up enough to undergo surgery. Apparently, I had gallstones. One of them had popped out of the gallbladder and blocked up the flow of whatever fluids are supposed to flow through to my pancreas, which had become enlarged and infected as a result. Thankfully, the antibiotics worked, and the surgery to remove my gallbladder, (five days after I was admitted), went well. I was home after a week of being hospitalized. Initially, my doctor doubted that I would recover from such a drastically sick pancreas. But I did. Why?

Near Death by Explosion – Mr. Death’s Most Impressive Stunt

This last story still blows my mind.

It was one of the winter months, January I think, when I woke one morning to a cold house. We keep the heat at 68 degrees F at night – just enough to keep the chill away. But that morning, the house was cold. I felt the vents, the unit was on, but cold air was blowing out. We assumed the pilot light had simply gone out over night, and it would be an easy fix. Except neither I nor my husband knew where the pilot light was in our attic furnace.

I called one of our close friends who was familiar with furnaces and knew exactly what to do. We lowered the attic door and ladder for him, and he ascended into the cold attic and approached the furnace. After a few quiet moments, he came back down, explaining that he was unable to light the pilot. “By the way,” he asked, “who turned off your gas valve?” My husband and I looked at each other with wide eyes. Neither of us had been up there, and neither of us knew where the gas valve was even located. Michael explained that the gas had been turned off, and it took quite a bit of effort to turn that valve. It would not have been able to move on its own. Someone would have had to physically turn it. We were both a little unnerved. We thanked Michael and he left, still shaking his head in disbelief.

From there we ended up calling out a furnace repair person. He arrived the next day and made his way to the attic. After a good while, he came down with a mutilated piece of furnace equipment – the “furnace grate,” he said. Apparently this piece is where the gas flows through, where the flames sit, and what is responsible for heating our home. The look on his face was pure bewilderment. He showed us the grate, which had a gaping hole blown in the center, with metal shards sticking straight up instead of lying neatly in a deliberate and “normal” pattern. He said to my husband with quiet resolve, “Sir, I can’t explain how this happened or how, at the very least, your young children and small animals are still alive.” It looked like there had been an explosion, but we heard nothing all night. The dogs didn’t even stir.

Sometime during the middle of the night while everyone was deep asleep, there was an explosion in our attic strong enough to bend solid steel into shards of scrap metal. The gas had to have been on to ignite the explosion. And sometime during the night, probably around the time of the explosion, the gas valve had been turned off by an unseen force. I can’t explain it. I can’t even wrap my head around it. But that explosion happened during the time the pilot light was burning in order to ignite an explosion so strong as to bend that metal grate. There should have been a massive BOOM! not only in our attic, but through all the gas lines in our home, and into the kitchen and laundry room. Our water heater should have also exploded. Our house would have likely burned to the ground during the middle of that night. I, my family and my pets would all have met Mr. Death in one fell swoop. But we didn’t.

Why?

I may never know the answer to these questions, but I am extremely thankful I have been able to carry on with my life. I have survived to watch my children grow up, witness my grandchildren thriving, and along the way I have been blessed to offer peace and healing to countless people. But I still have trouble believing that I was spared simply because of who I am. After all, I’m just a gal living my life and helping people along the way, as opportunities arise. I’m just me. And I know one day Mr. Death and I shall meet for a final time. I only hope I’m allowed to live out my life to the fullest before we meet again.

Lost in the Dark

We all have good days and bad – a season for everything, as the saying goes. Current events (ahem) aside, I want to share with you a quite recent experience I had completed for a desperate woman set on helping an elderly lady locate her missing brother.

If you know me, you know that I am very conscientious about making sure I deliver the most accurate readings humanly possible. Do I occasionally misinterpret the symbols I see? Yes. I’m not perfect, but the symbols actually end up making sense to my clients so, interpretation aside, I still see quite clearly. There is always a learning curve for new symbols – symbols I have never received before, and it’s natural that I’ll miss here and there until I know what the departed is trying to tell me. Sometimes, however, they just tell it like it is, as is the case with this “missing persons” client.

I received an order from someone on Fiverr. Fiverr is a great platform for putting yourself out there to reach new clients. So, I posted a few small services just to test the waters. You receive an order, (Gig), fulfill the order, and then wait with baited breath until the client leaves feedback and/or a rating between 1 and 5 stars. Until this day, I had a 100% 5-Star rating.

Everything was going great and folks were happy with their reports. Until one woman, who wanted a One Question Reading using Remote Viewing. I’m especially skilled in this area, so I was confident I could help her. She said the man, (in a picture she sent), was “missing” and she wanted to know if he was still alive or not. He was the brother of an 81-year-old woman, who was looking for him and desperately needed an answer, one way or another. She didn’t explain much about his circumstances, except that he was missing.

From his photo, I was easily able to connect with him. I “saw” him, (remote viewing), and intuitively felt his predicament. I was shown a frail, elderly man walking down a dark, rural road. It appeared to be either a dirt road or some rarely-traveled, remote road. There were trees on both sides, twigs, dirt and it was dark.

The man I saw was walking hunched over, arms around his stomach as if he was in pain or cold. He was confused and felt lost. My heart sank as I felt his sadness and desperation. Then, just as I was ready to begin writing my findings, I felt a gentle presence next to me, on the left side of my face, and he began to speak.

“My Sister – Tell her I’m fine,” he said in a slow, calm and deep voice. He felt peaceful, and completely different from the man I saw on the road. I have been conversing with the departed since I was nine years old, so I knew he was one of the souls on the other side. I was able to relay this information to the $5 buyer, who fired back with the most angry, hateful response. I was actually floored. This was a first for me.

She quipped, (for several long, ranting paragraphs), that there was no way I could have gathered the feelings and conversation from a picture – that remote viewing “doesn’t provide emotions and conversation”. She knew this because she was a 19-year veteran in remote viewing. Part of me was amused. You see, when I began “seeing” (with pinpoint accuracy) spirits, places, and objects that were miles away from me, I just accepted it as normal. I never knew that my ability to “see” had a name until I was in my mid-twenties, when a close friend of mine, who had worked for the CIA, described my abilities as “Remote Viewing.” He warned me not to go public because, at the time, people like me were being “recruited” for experimentation. Anyway…with my visions came feelings, emotions, and back-stories. This is how I have always been. It’s like I have an entire set of extra senses with which to work, including smell. So, when she described how limited she was in her remote viewing skills, coupled by her debilitating, iron-clad belief system, it amused me and made me feel little bit sad for her. There’s just so much more out there for those who will just open up…

Anyway, she went on and on about not wanting to report my information to this little old lady because, according to her, I was just trying to end her search for her brother and give a false sense of relief. She torted that I didn’t want to put in the time to really find him, and decided to just get out with an easy answer. She refused to accept the fact that I knew he had passed. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

The back story she shared with me AFTER I gave her the reading went like this: This old man was being transferred from one care facility to another, and never made it to the second facility. They feared he was either dumped on the side of a road, or he left the transportation vehicle, wandering off into the darkness, alone. This made perfect sense to me, based on what I had seen and felt. Yet, she refused to accept what I shared with her at face value. Her rant continued, and I finally stopped reading. I knew I did my best and saw correctly.

Sometimes you just have to accept that people are going to hold tight to their belief systems and reject anything that doesn’t fit within their paradigm, and that’s a sad way to live. How can they grow? How can they evolve if they aren’t willing to accept that there is MORE out there?

This was a really interesting case, and I was glad to be a part of it, but it still saddens me that this little old lady will never hear my reading and will spend the rest of her days wondering about the fate of her beloved brother. What is even more disturbing is that when this 81-year-old lady enters the spirit realm, it is very likely that she will not move on, because she will die believing that her brother is still alive, but missing, trapping her in an endless search for him.

I hope you all are staying safe and continuing to walk in Love and Light!

Blessings to each and every one of you and thank you for your continued love and support.

Lori