As I sit here, typing away, I can't help but reflect on the past year and what it has taught me. Set backs, building blocks and waves of emotion have been, just a few, of the things I have had to overcome this year. And I've done it. Not always with grace and style...but I've done it.
I stepped out of my "broom closet" a while back. I walked into a world full of egos, lies, deceit, multiple faces and cowardice. But...I was also greeted by loving arms, hope, wonder, friendship and...most of all...acceptance. For every one negative encounter I've had, I can honestly say I've been blessed by positive ones ten times more.
For a year that started out horribly, it has blossomed by leaps and bounds, into a life that is beyond my wildest hopes and dreams. In the past year I have had the extreme pleasure of hopping on a plane, with my best friend, and heading off to England. There we spent time, with some of the most fabulous people I know, investigating and exploring. Eating and talking. Taking photos of amazing places and realizing our dreams. I even got to "rub elbows" with some REALLY TV network peeps and investigate one of the most haunted placed in England with them.
Dreams, people. Only in my dreams would I ever think this was possible. Yet...it happened.
I also explored on my own, via the train in Scotland, and made my way to Glasgow to see a dear friend. You'll read about that in the book and, yes, you have permission to laugh at my antics and clumsiness. In fact...I encourage it! Lol!
The day I left England was an eye opener for me as it revealed one more piece of the puzzle that is my life. Read the book if you wanna know what I'm talking about. Lol. I won't disclose that here. I will only say this...my date of departure was not a secret.
After coming home I began to work on my 3rd book, "Walking With Ghost". As I'm sure you all know by now the title has two meanings. One being the spirits I walk with everyday and two...the ghost of decisions made that we ALL walk with. The choices we make, and the subsequent follies or fantasies from them, shape us in one way or another. Every little thing we do sets us up for the next moment, the next adventure, of our lives. Be it good or bad depends solely on us. Remember that.
Not long after I came home I was set to jet off to Virginia where I would investigate with another fantastic group. Just like my peeps in England and Scotland, I have a strong connection to my Virginia folk. We have seen each other through controversy, heartache, betrayal and strife. We have been each others virtual shoulder to cry on and "spewing profanities" sounding board.
We are each others rock. True story.
While in Virginia I learned just how painful my "gift" can be. I learned, the hard way, that I cannot do it all on my own. I learned that I am fragile. That I can be taken down, by this "gift', and that I shouldn't be afraid to reach out to stronger arms than my own. I learned...in truth...that I'm not alone. I honestly can't tell you how much that means to me. I cried so hard leaving.
A couple months later I took my son to New Orleans. I wanted him to see the beauty in the place I love so much. To feel the vibe that I feel when I'm down there. New Orleans is the place that makes my heart beat just a little faster. My blood run a little hotter. My soul shines there and I love it. I am welcomed with open arms by both the living and the dead. It is home. Simple as that.
Back in Oklahoma things got a little exciting, as well. Which is funny cause this place is anything BUT exciting. Lol! Just a while back my editor and publisher was contacted by "Ghost Adventures". They wanted to interview him for an upcoming episode. Lovely man that he is, he let me tag along. Afterall, we hadn't seen each other in years (in person) and we needed to catch up. We spent 6 hours on set and I got to meet the fellas and the crew. All in all it was a very nice evening and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even got a pic with Zac Bagans which, I know, is coveted by many. Lol. Jealous? *wink*
I'm back in the real world now. Finished the book, we moved our radio show to You Tube with great success and am planning my next adventures. I truly do feel blessed. My appreciation, to those who love me, knows no bounds. In all honesty, I couldn't have done any of this without their support. I only hope I can continue to make you proud.
A HUGE southern big ol' kiss to these peeps!!!
Jana Klimek, Mike Rickseker, Gwen and Gene Clapper, Chris Loper, Alyssa Luckett, Kimber Nieman, Laurna Cron, Abby Thompson, Laura Keets, Dave Newton, Karl Porter, Scott Littea, Norene Sampier Balovich, Steven Currie, Fran Molino, Dom Wilkins, Leanne Leveaux, Kathryn Davidson, Sharon Hogden, Joyce Jordan, Jonathan Keepers and many, many more!!! There is NO WAY I can list everyone but I want ya'll to know how much you all mean to me!!
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Just an update....
So...I've been off social media (at least not on as much as I normally am) for a while now. I have to say...it's been refreshing. There can be so much drama on here that it honestly drains the soul. I've tried to focus on my art, start a business, and not give a fuck what is going on with other people.
I strongly encourage others to do the same. It's amazing what a person can accomplish when they aren't bound by the opinions of others. Unfortunately, the paranormal field is filled with critics. Everywhere you turn there is someone with diarrhea of the mouth trying to discount every little thing you do. As my earlier post specifies...fuck em. Granted...I've always said that if I catch someone faking I will dime them out in a heart beat. That is 100% true. That having been said...I don't cruise the web looking for people to rip apart.
I have a life.
My life is my son and my art. My paranormal "gift" is something beyond my control but my art is something that comes directly from my soul. Something I take great pride in because it's all mine. Approval not needed...unless you're paying me for it. Lol. Only then does your opinion matter. TRUTH.
As for the trolling on twitter to expose people. I liken this to a phrase I heard in a movie a long time ago. It was "The Wedding Planner". I know, I know...not exactly Oscar worthy...but it was a cute movie. Anywhoooo...it was said, in the movie, "those who can't wed, plan!"
I hate to break it to ya'll but the same theory applies to the paranormal field. It's very easy to sit behind a computer screen, type till your little fingers bleed (cause it's all fast and angry, ya know) and rip people to shreds. Hell...it might even be fun.
But....
You know it doesn't mean shit, right? In the real world....you know what that is, right? It doesn't mean squat. Why, you ask? Well...sit down, kiddos...and I'll clue you in.
You see...at least the teams/people that you attack are going out there and doing something. At least they are putting their stuff out there for you to judge cause, trust me, they already know you are going to. AT LEAST they have the balls to put their names and faces on what they do. And every time you go after a team/person all you are doing is giving everyone out there the names of the next person they are gonna follow. You know why? Cause NO ONE trust someone who hides. PERIOD.
Now...don't get me wrong...if you have absolute proof (and you know I don't mean absolute OPINION, right?) that someone faked evidence...or you have a good argument on how the evidence COULD have been faked...then by all means expose. But be willing to take the heat when your own identities get revealed. IP addresses are some of the easiest things in the world to uncover. Lol. Now...I personally don't care. Talk shit about me all you want. My rep speaks for itself and I have nothing to hide. But I know some out there who are willing to bet all these new accounts are ran by a couple of bored teenagers. Not really lending a whole lot of credibility your way...just sayin.
As for me...I'll be over here...in my little corner...doing my art, working my two jobs (both non paranormal) and helping out teams/individuals as I see fit. I'll be sure to post my "goings on" so you can pull out your "Sherlock Holmes" kit and give me the ol' "what for"....
Toodles....
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Grow up.....
That's it....I've had it. I am sick and freaking tired of all the "paranormal bullshit" out there. I'm tired of the "fake" ACCTS....I'm tired of the people claiming to "expose" fakers when they are some of the slimiest creatures out there. I'm sick and fucking tired of the claims of "I'm bullied" or "they're jealous of me"! Poor, poor pitiful me, right?
GROW UP. I don't like fakes, either. So, guess what? I don't fake anything. There...problem solved. Don't like what someone else us doing....don't do it. It REALLY is that simple. For fucks sake people.....get a friggin life!!!!
If you wanna know what started this it's some lame ass follower calling himself @paranormalfakes claiming to "expose the fakers". This person/group/whatever started following me and some other groups I know. No problem there as we don't fake anything but here's the pickle.....their account is protected so unless we follow them...we have no idea what the hell is being said. Considering the amount of people suffering from "delusions of grandeur" on twitter I consider full disclosure important. Sooooo.....if a twitter acct is hell bent on preaching the gospel truth about others why are they private?
Yep....I can almost hear the crickets through the silence as y'all process that information. Go ahead....I got a minute...
So.....I blocked them. Why? Not cause I have anything to hide. Hell...I'm as open a fucking book as they come. Nope...I blocked them because I don't believe in that type of wuss ass, elementary school behavior. I don't play "you show me yours, I'll show you mine". If you're gonna start exposing people start with yourself. Don't hide behind a punk ass mask and a protected account.
GROW UP. I don't like fakes, either. So, guess what? I don't fake anything. There...problem solved. Don't like what someone else us doing....don't do it. It REALLY is that simple. For fucks sake people.....get a friggin life!!!!
If you wanna know what started this it's some lame ass follower calling himself @paranormalfakes claiming to "expose the fakers". This person/group/whatever started following me and some other groups I know. No problem there as we don't fake anything but here's the pickle.....their account is protected so unless we follow them...we have no idea what the hell is being said. Considering the amount of people suffering from "delusions of grandeur" on twitter I consider full disclosure important. Sooooo.....if a twitter acct is hell bent on preaching the gospel truth about others why are they private?
Yep....I can almost hear the crickets through the silence as y'all process that information. Go ahead....I got a minute...
So.....I blocked them. Why? Not cause I have anything to hide. Hell...I'm as open a fucking book as they come. Nope...I blocked them because I don't believe in that type of wuss ass, elementary school behavior. I don't play "you show me yours, I'll show you mine". If you're gonna start exposing people start with yourself. Don't hide behind a punk ass mask and a protected account.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Vanessa 101...
Had quite the eventful day! Spent a considerable amount of time watching myself get slandered all over twitter by one particular individual.
Yeah...yeah...I know what you're gonna say. Fuck it, right? No worries...already one step ahead of ya. Some people have to live a lie because the truth is just too painful. Thank the Goddess that isn't me. Lol. Honestly, I was more entertained than anything so it wasn't a total loss. Those who care to witness someone burying themselves can go check out my twitter @VanessaRHogle. Feel free to message this person and ask them why their obsession with me seems to have no end. I, for one, would LOVE to know.
As for the lesson on myself, and what I believe, I will begin now. I figure it's best coming from me so that no one can get it twisted.
I've seen A LOT of talk on what's paranormal and what's not, on social media, lately. Accusations flying back and forth so I figured I would just lay it on the line right here...right now.
As far as I'm concerned I do not care one bit if a team makes videos to show their work. I've worked with teams that do only live investigations and those who film and edit later for episodes. I don't have a problem either way as long as the team/individual is honest. Hell...I don't even care if someone wants a TV show...as long as the work remains HONEST. No fake evidence or the like. I'm a simple gal with simple rules. If I find out someone is fake, or being false in ANY WAY, I will pull out completely. Period. Other than that, I don't care. Do what you do...as long as you are contributing real evidence or even if you have an hour of uneventful airtime and I'm bored out of my skull. Keep it honest and I got nothin but love for ya. True story.
Just my opinion here, but I think peoples biggest problem with "episodes" and a TV show mentality is the amount of deceit that seems to be involved. The effort put into faking evp's and such. I was told, a year ago, from a previous "member-ish type person" of a well known group exactly how they fake evidence. This was around the time he told me (btw...he used to flirt with me BIG TIME...made me a little uncomfortable as it did my boyfriend at the time) about the threat against me.
This well known group, he said, used a technique called "rubbing" to "capture" evp's. From what I understand it means that you hold the evp in your hand and rub your thumb over it to get a noise that you can't hear with your ears but shows up on an evp. Maybe it was called "thumbing". Oh well...one of those two. He also said they faked their photographs and "imprinted' other evp's. Good to know, right? If a team will not put their recorders down during an investigation maybe you should question it? I know I do. Finding out all this from this person PLUS seeing the text sent to him saying one particular member of this team wanted to "put his fist through my skull" made for an interesting little bit. I, of course, posted a screenshot of the text on twitter. That was fun. I think I got blocked after that. Lol. Oh well...bummer.
This same person who came across as a confidant, and preached ethics above all else, is now slandering me..along with a few others, on Instagram. Lol. The paranormal shit storm never ends, my beautiful peeps. I was sent a screenshot of the IG saying I "have a face like a bag of arseholes". Was written by my ex boyfriend. Honestly...I think that makes me look pretty good cause he's the one who liked the "arsehole" face. Go figure, lol. What bothers me more is the fact this person is now calling me a fake when he told me I was one of the most accurate psychics he's ever worked with. According to the screenshot my friend sent me of the IG he goes by Haunted Explorations. I'd bet you dollars to donuts that's Kester, himself. Lol. Like I wouldn't recognize the stairway at the Pontefract Poltergeist house! Lol.
These are the same people who told me I was being ridiculous for refusing to charge people for readings. Yep...true story.
My point is...this is what I know of the paranormal community. Those who are trying to be as real as possible...honest to a fault, really...get shit on. Like today I got called fake, a bully, a stalker, fame hungry and psycho. Ok...I'll concede...I can be a little psycho...but only when pushed. *insert big cheesy grin here* BUT...as for the others...not in a million years. As for the bully part...I stand up for others regardless of what it cost me. As for the stalking part...I was attacked on my own twitter feed from this person I have blocked and am not friends with. She used a way in through a conversation I was having with someone else.
So who is stalking who?
As for fame hungry...nope. The absolute LAST thing I want. I am perfectly content with how things are right now. My future is the businesses I'm starting. I design one of a kind jewelry pieces, voodoo dolls, make bath bombs, bath salts and chakra balancers. That's my future right there. Of course I will keep doing this as long as I am able...but I will continue to take nothing for it. I am not going to slam anyone who does take money for it but it's not how I do things. My gift, my business.
Until the time comes that I can no longer do what I do and benefit others, this is how it will be. Love me or hate me you can't deny this...I don't mince words. If I call you out know that I have reason, and proof, or else the words would never leave my lips. I don't care how rich or fame hungry anyone is...as long as they stay honest in the field. If you can't then get the hell out. That's exactly how I would do it.
Blessed Be )O(
Yeah...yeah...I know what you're gonna say. Fuck it, right? No worries...already one step ahead of ya. Some people have to live a lie because the truth is just too painful. Thank the Goddess that isn't me. Lol. Honestly, I was more entertained than anything so it wasn't a total loss. Those who care to witness someone burying themselves can go check out my twitter @VanessaRHogle. Feel free to message this person and ask them why their obsession with me seems to have no end. I, for one, would LOVE to know.
As for the lesson on myself, and what I believe, I will begin now. I figure it's best coming from me so that no one can get it twisted.
I've seen A LOT of talk on what's paranormal and what's not, on social media, lately. Accusations flying back and forth so I figured I would just lay it on the line right here...right now.
As far as I'm concerned I do not care one bit if a team makes videos to show their work. I've worked with teams that do only live investigations and those who film and edit later for episodes. I don't have a problem either way as long as the team/individual is honest. Hell...I don't even care if someone wants a TV show...as long as the work remains HONEST. No fake evidence or the like. I'm a simple gal with simple rules. If I find out someone is fake, or being false in ANY WAY, I will pull out completely. Period. Other than that, I don't care. Do what you do...as long as you are contributing real evidence or even if you have an hour of uneventful airtime and I'm bored out of my skull. Keep it honest and I got nothin but love for ya. True story.
Just my opinion here, but I think peoples biggest problem with "episodes" and a TV show mentality is the amount of deceit that seems to be involved. The effort put into faking evp's and such. I was told, a year ago, from a previous "member-ish type person" of a well known group exactly how they fake evidence. This was around the time he told me (btw...he used to flirt with me BIG TIME...made me a little uncomfortable as it did my boyfriend at the time) about the threat against me.
This well known group, he said, used a technique called "rubbing" to "capture" evp's. From what I understand it means that you hold the evp in your hand and rub your thumb over it to get a noise that you can't hear with your ears but shows up on an evp. Maybe it was called "thumbing". Oh well...one of those two. He also said they faked their photographs and "imprinted' other evp's. Good to know, right? If a team will not put their recorders down during an investigation maybe you should question it? I know I do. Finding out all this from this person PLUS seeing the text sent to him saying one particular member of this team wanted to "put his fist through my skull" made for an interesting little bit. I, of course, posted a screenshot of the text on twitter. That was fun. I think I got blocked after that. Lol. Oh well...bummer.
This same person who came across as a confidant, and preached ethics above all else, is now slandering me..along with a few others, on Instagram. Lol. The paranormal shit storm never ends, my beautiful peeps. I was sent a screenshot of the IG saying I "have a face like a bag of arseholes". Was written by my ex boyfriend. Honestly...I think that makes me look pretty good cause he's the one who liked the "arsehole" face. Go figure, lol. What bothers me more is the fact this person is now calling me a fake when he told me I was one of the most accurate psychics he's ever worked with. According to the screenshot my friend sent me of the IG he goes by Haunted Explorations. I'd bet you dollars to donuts that's Kester, himself. Lol. Like I wouldn't recognize the stairway at the Pontefract Poltergeist house! Lol.
These are the same people who told me I was being ridiculous for refusing to charge people for readings. Yep...true story.
My point is...this is what I know of the paranormal community. Those who are trying to be as real as possible...honest to a fault, really...get shit on. Like today I got called fake, a bully, a stalker, fame hungry and psycho. Ok...I'll concede...I can be a little psycho...but only when pushed. *insert big cheesy grin here* BUT...as for the others...not in a million years. As for the bully part...I stand up for others regardless of what it cost me. As for the stalking part...I was attacked on my own twitter feed from this person I have blocked and am not friends with. She used a way in through a conversation I was having with someone else.
So who is stalking who?
As for fame hungry...nope. The absolute LAST thing I want. I am perfectly content with how things are right now. My future is the businesses I'm starting. I design one of a kind jewelry pieces, voodoo dolls, make bath bombs, bath salts and chakra balancers. That's my future right there. Of course I will keep doing this as long as I am able...but I will continue to take nothing for it. I am not going to slam anyone who does take money for it but it's not how I do things. My gift, my business.
Until the time comes that I can no longer do what I do and benefit others, this is how it will be. Love me or hate me you can't deny this...I don't mince words. If I call you out know that I have reason, and proof, or else the words would never leave my lips. I don't care how rich or fame hungry anyone is...as long as they stay honest in the field. If you can't then get the hell out. That's exactly how I would do it.
Blessed Be )O(
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Oops...I did it again...
Alright, kiddos...getting ready to throw a little truth your way. Some may not care for this but, hey, since when has that stopped me, right? Well...I've been watching the banter on social media. Mostly twitter, I suppose. It got me to thinking about a whole lot of stuff and I think I'm gonna share....
Fact #1:...there are literally THOUSANDS of "paranormal" groups and individuals on social media.
Fact #2:...There is NO WAY every one of those groups/individuals are in it for the same reasons.
Fact #3:...we won't always agree on everything but the one thing we can agree on is this.....the egos are immense in this field.
Let's face it, guys...it's one big spectral "dick judging" contest. Who ever has the biggest ecto-orgasm wins, right? This is what pisses me off about the whole thing and makes me question whether or not I wish to stay in it publicly. But...I'm too big of a loud mouth bitch to go far so I figure I might as well shake things up while i'm here.
For those who believe the "paranormal" is not science...well...that may be so...for now. What you can't seem to understand is that there is NOTHING WRONG with wanting the two to be related. Trying to figure out, scientifically, how spirits communicate after death is not a new concept. In fact, the american military/government has had their own experiments involving psychics, remote viewing, and the like. I repeat...THIS IS NOT NEW.
Anyone who is involved in this field, for the betterment of it, should welcome questions regarding their evidence. Not slander without merit or unjustified insults...but real questions. And you should be able to back up those questions, and should want to, with your unedited footage. Period. It really is THAT simple.
There is also a place for the "entertainment by way of paranormal" teams/individuals out there. No one is saying "go away" to you. At least not if you openly admit that's what you're all about. No shame in that game...as long as your honest. The world could use more entertainment, really. But...if your going to try and pass yourself off as real investigators, sensitives, researchers...you better be able to back it up and expect questions. That's the only way to progress. Put up or shut up, so to speak.
I can only speak for myself, and I've said this before, I openly welcome ANYONE to question what I do and how I do it. I strongly recommend verifying the information I give you. I will NEVER claim to be right...EVER. Do I hope I am? Of course I do. Am I usually...ironically, yes. But I could just as easily be wrong. So I don't take offense one little bit if the questions come...just don't be insulting or I'll curse ya. Lol. Just kidding!!
Maybe...
Anywhooooo.....before you decide to rip me to shreds (go ahead, I know you wanna) over this blog...ask yourself these questions...
1) Can I back up my evidence and am willing to disclose all?
2) Do I want fame or answers...or both?
3) Am I willing to be part of a community or do I choose to stand alone so I stand out?
Think about it...
Blessed Be )O(
Fact #1:...there are literally THOUSANDS of "paranormal" groups and individuals on social media.
Fact #2:...There is NO WAY every one of those groups/individuals are in it for the same reasons.
Fact #3:...we won't always agree on everything but the one thing we can agree on is this.....the egos are immense in this field.
Let's face it, guys...it's one big spectral "dick judging" contest. Who ever has the biggest ecto-orgasm wins, right? This is what pisses me off about the whole thing and makes me question whether or not I wish to stay in it publicly. But...I'm too big of a loud mouth bitch to go far so I figure I might as well shake things up while i'm here.
For those who believe the "paranormal" is not science...well...that may be so...for now. What you can't seem to understand is that there is NOTHING WRONG with wanting the two to be related. Trying to figure out, scientifically, how spirits communicate after death is not a new concept. In fact, the american military/government has had their own experiments involving psychics, remote viewing, and the like. I repeat...THIS IS NOT NEW.
Anyone who is involved in this field, for the betterment of it, should welcome questions regarding their evidence. Not slander without merit or unjustified insults...but real questions. And you should be able to back up those questions, and should want to, with your unedited footage. Period. It really is THAT simple.
There is also a place for the "entertainment by way of paranormal" teams/individuals out there. No one is saying "go away" to you. At least not if you openly admit that's what you're all about. No shame in that game...as long as your honest. The world could use more entertainment, really. But...if your going to try and pass yourself off as real investigators, sensitives, researchers...you better be able to back it up and expect questions. That's the only way to progress. Put up or shut up, so to speak.
I can only speak for myself, and I've said this before, I openly welcome ANYONE to question what I do and how I do it. I strongly recommend verifying the information I give you. I will NEVER claim to be right...EVER. Do I hope I am? Of course I do. Am I usually...ironically, yes. But I could just as easily be wrong. So I don't take offense one little bit if the questions come...just don't be insulting or I'll curse ya. Lol. Just kidding!!
Maybe...
Anywhooooo.....before you decide to rip me to shreds (go ahead, I know you wanna) over this blog...ask yourself these questions...
1) Can I back up my evidence and am willing to disclose all?
2) Do I want fame or answers...or both?
3) Am I willing to be part of a community or do I choose to stand alone so I stand out?
Think about it...
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, October 8, 2016
An open letter....
It has come to my attention...AGAIN...that I am the topic of conversation (and apparent obsession) of one particular couple. That, for some reason unbeknownst to me, they just can't seem to keep my name out of their mouths. I am going to address this right here...RIGHT NOW...for those who can't wait till the release of my book.
On September 29th, 2015, I got my heart broken. Yes...cold bitch that I am got a love boo boo. I had fallen for "the perfect man" months before. I had even began falling for him before my current (but failing) relationship had ended. Yes...I guess you could say that I shouldn't have done that. You would be right, too. The appropriate thing would have been to end it before anything else began but, considering this "perfect man" was in England I didn't do that. My fault on that ENTIRELY.
That having been said, I fell anyway. I bought all the lines. I bought all the lies. I believed everything. The wedding arrangements. The location HE picked out and sent me a pic of. The place we would live that HE sent a pic of. The place we would retire that HE sent a pic of. The tattoos we would get. We couldn't decided between the key and heart lock or the king and queen crowns. Decisions, decisions.
He became close with my son. Talked of all the things we would do as a family. Like teaching him to drive and play rugby. Hell...we had our animals picked out, too. Gonna get mini pigs and call them "Sid and Nancy".
Saying all this you'd probably think I'm bitter. But, honestly, I'm the exact opposite. I'm glad I found out that he was a fake. It kept me from making a horrible mistake. The problem is, and the reason behind this post, is that They (him and her) still won't leave me alone. I get messages all the time from mutual friends letting me know of post being made. The two of them never have the guts to name me by name but it's obvious. Especially when I make a post about him trying to follow me on social media (even though he HATES me) and within 2 minutes she's asking for the screenshot of it. Ridiculous, right? Fucking stupid.
This woman is so in fear of losing the man she fought so hard for that she has become obsessed. She never quite realized the fight was with herself. What she started in January of 2015, the pursuit of this man, didn't come to it's conclusion till I found out about her. I know my worth. I don't fight for any man. Never have, never will. I believed his lies about a current relationship that was over but I knew nothing of the other, was it 9 women, who had also believed the same lies. None of us knew about the others but her. I truly believe that's where her fear comes in. That and him still trying to keep tabs on me by following me.
The whole thing is dumb as hell. I can only guess the reason for the animosity towards me, the fake accounts (proven), the stalking (proven), is that they are worried about the release of my next book. Do I write about my life...yes. Does it matter if it's good or bad...NO. Hell...I just admitted, in the beginning of this post...that I was in a relationship when this all started. If I'm willing to be honest about my shortcomings why in the hell would I lie about someone else?
Moral to this story, kiddos. If you are in the paranormal field and have heard anything about me from a certain couple, if you have questions, please ask me. Not only will I be completely honest, even about myself, I have a whole slew of witnesses to back me up on it. We have ALL tried to move on from this. All I have ever wanted to be was left alone.
To RB: thank you for the lesson. I wish you well. Please go away now.
To KC (aka KB): Many women treated you with respect. We befriended you not knowing the dark nature you hid. Shame on you for knowing the truth and trying to slander other women anyway.
P.S. Forget you ever knew me and I will do the same. For the record...all the people you've both hurt have not spoken out about either of you, myself included. Only when prompted by your stalking and harassment did I ever defend myself. You would do well to remember that. I'm not the only one with screenshots.
To everyone else, again, if you have any questions about how I do things or my character, please feel free to contact me. I come with references.
Blessed Be )O(
On September 29th, 2015, I got my heart broken. Yes...cold bitch that I am got a love boo boo. I had fallen for "the perfect man" months before. I had even began falling for him before my current (but failing) relationship had ended. Yes...I guess you could say that I shouldn't have done that. You would be right, too. The appropriate thing would have been to end it before anything else began but, considering this "perfect man" was in England I didn't do that. My fault on that ENTIRELY.
That having been said, I fell anyway. I bought all the lines. I bought all the lies. I believed everything. The wedding arrangements. The location HE picked out and sent me a pic of. The place we would live that HE sent a pic of. The place we would retire that HE sent a pic of. The tattoos we would get. We couldn't decided between the key and heart lock or the king and queen crowns. Decisions, decisions.
He became close with my son. Talked of all the things we would do as a family. Like teaching him to drive and play rugby. Hell...we had our animals picked out, too. Gonna get mini pigs and call them "Sid and Nancy".
Saying all this you'd probably think I'm bitter. But, honestly, I'm the exact opposite. I'm glad I found out that he was a fake. It kept me from making a horrible mistake. The problem is, and the reason behind this post, is that They (him and her) still won't leave me alone. I get messages all the time from mutual friends letting me know of post being made. The two of them never have the guts to name me by name but it's obvious. Especially when I make a post about him trying to follow me on social media (even though he HATES me) and within 2 minutes she's asking for the screenshot of it. Ridiculous, right? Fucking stupid.
This woman is so in fear of losing the man she fought so hard for that she has become obsessed. She never quite realized the fight was with herself. What she started in January of 2015, the pursuit of this man, didn't come to it's conclusion till I found out about her. I know my worth. I don't fight for any man. Never have, never will. I believed his lies about a current relationship that was over but I knew nothing of the other, was it 9 women, who had also believed the same lies. None of us knew about the others but her. I truly believe that's where her fear comes in. That and him still trying to keep tabs on me by following me.
The whole thing is dumb as hell. I can only guess the reason for the animosity towards me, the fake accounts (proven), the stalking (proven), is that they are worried about the release of my next book. Do I write about my life...yes. Does it matter if it's good or bad...NO. Hell...I just admitted, in the beginning of this post...that I was in a relationship when this all started. If I'm willing to be honest about my shortcomings why in the hell would I lie about someone else?
Moral to this story, kiddos. If you are in the paranormal field and have heard anything about me from a certain couple, if you have questions, please ask me. Not only will I be completely honest, even about myself, I have a whole slew of witnesses to back me up on it. We have ALL tried to move on from this. All I have ever wanted to be was left alone.
To RB: thank you for the lesson. I wish you well. Please go away now.
To KC (aka KB): Many women treated you with respect. We befriended you not knowing the dark nature you hid. Shame on you for knowing the truth and trying to slander other women anyway.
P.S. Forget you ever knew me and I will do the same. For the record...all the people you've both hurt have not spoken out about either of you, myself included. Only when prompted by your stalking and harassment did I ever defend myself. You would do well to remember that. I'm not the only one with screenshots.
To everyone else, again, if you have any questions about how I do things or my character, please feel free to contact me. I come with references.
Blessed Be )O(
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Here comes the Po Po!!!!
My buddy Jana, and I, decided to take a little excursion today. By excursion I mean a wondering through the landscape-y baron back roads of Oklahoma in search of "ghost towns" or abandoned towns" as the internet informed us they were. Well......let me tell you something...
I looked up the word "abandoned" in the dictionary, just to make sure I was right, and sure enough...it said that the definition was exactly what I though it was. Which is the pickle, people. How can a town be abandoned, even according to our own News (lol) stations, if a whole slew of people live there? Yeah...it had us scratching our head too.
But...needless to say...we DID get to see some abandoned buildings in some really shady looking tiny towns. As you will note the pics I uploaded to Facebook, and will upload to Instagram, depict The towns of Ingalls, Oklahoma and Skedee, Oklahoma.
Both have actual residents. We even met some! Like the lady who answered her door to me...a stranger...and allowed us on her property to photograph the buildings of Ingalls. I was very happy I didn't have a gun trained on me, at least that I could see, when I walked up her front steps.
We got some pretty neat photos and scored a little lovin from her three dogs. Precious lil things they were! We also got numerous "drive-bys" from the local volunteer firemen. I'm guessing those young fellas were quite curious as to our business there so they had to call everyone of them in...in all three of their vehicles...to make sure we weren't "up to no good." **wink wink.
After we finished there we decided to head on to Skedee. Let me till you...you haven't lived until you have driven straight into the center of bumfuck Oklahoma with only 10 miles left on your tank. I would swear the clouds parted and the angels wept when we stumbled across a gas station/casino!! Yep...Jana won $9 I lost $5. Tis the way of it, ya know?
I lovingly gave my lil ride a drink, to the sum of $10, and we began on our way again. GPS was super sweet to us as it led us to our next destination. You can imagine our surprise when this town had living people in it too!! Where the hell were all the dead folk, I ask you!! (No worries, I'm ok now.)
Sooooo...we took some pics of the areas that WERE abandoned, and set about our way...again. Lol. However, this time The lady in the GPS thingy decided to be a bitch and simply wouldn't talk to us. We were NOT happy about that but, since Jana and I are seasoned travelers, we knew we had this. And sure enough...it might have taken a minute...but we made it to our next destination....ARBY'S!!!! Damn straight...beef & cheddar, baby!!
By this time it was getting late and we had one more place to go. We shoved our food down and sped away to Guthrie, Oklahoma. Logan County Memorial Hospital...here we come. Now, we knew we would not be able to get inside. But that didn't bother us. We simply wanted pics. This is where it gets creepy, folks. The story behind this hospital is sketchy. It changed hands many times since 1932. In the 1980's, I believe, it was finally purchased by a group of private developers who planned on turning it into an apartment complex. Ok...that's all good.
So why didn't they? The only excuse given was that it fell through. That having been said, they used to allow paranormal teams inside...yet they stopped doing that. Ok...maybe they just changed their minds...no problem there.
BUT....
Here's the weird part. Jana and I got there, parked in a parking lot across the street, and walked over to it. No fence, people. Nothing at all. But we are respectful and simply wanted photos. We were there a total of 10 minutes, at the MOST, before the cops showed up. Yep...the 5-0 rolled up on us. Spotlight and all. Funny thing was about 3 minutes before Jana had noticed a camera in the window, pointing out. Weird, right? Not pointing at the door, but at the street. As the police began walking towards us, we made our way to them. I told them I was an author, cause I am, and that Jana was my photographer, cause she is. The fellas were very nice and just asked us to stay on the sidewalk. No problem there. Nothing kooky about that...until he mentioned the cameras. He said we were "being watched". That it happens all the time.
Okaaaaaaaaay...I'm a little freaked now. It wasn't a censor that was set off alerting the police. It wasn't a neighbor who had called alerting the police. It was someone watching us on that camera. I don't know about ya'll, but I'm a little curious about a place that doesn't have a fence, has not been refurbished (possibly due to funds) but has the moolah to equip an abandoned building with high tech cameras PLUS pay somebody to monitor them. A little odd in my book.
We spoke of it on the way home and, as soon as I walked my dog, I did a little research. If this place has been investigated by other teams here why can I not find any pics of the inside? I've looked, trust me. If ya'll find any, let me know. I also found a website that had the link to the webcams that are supposed to be, put in by the owners, so that the public can look for evidence on them. Guess what? I went to the site and I got a big ol' FORBIDDEN at the top of my screen. Yeah.....I'm still scratching my head.
Oh...did I mention Jana's camera wouldn't let her take pics of certain areas of the building? Yeah...chew on that for a bit. We will...
Blessed Be )O(
I looked up the word "abandoned" in the dictionary, just to make sure I was right, and sure enough...it said that the definition was exactly what I though it was. Which is the pickle, people. How can a town be abandoned, even according to our own News (lol) stations, if a whole slew of people live there? Yeah...it had us scratching our head too.
But...needless to say...we DID get to see some abandoned buildings in some really shady looking tiny towns. As you will note the pics I uploaded to Facebook, and will upload to Instagram, depict The towns of Ingalls, Oklahoma and Skedee, Oklahoma.
Both have actual residents. We even met some! Like the lady who answered her door to me...a stranger...and allowed us on her property to photograph the buildings of Ingalls. I was very happy I didn't have a gun trained on me, at least that I could see, when I walked up her front steps.
We got some pretty neat photos and scored a little lovin from her three dogs. Precious lil things they were! We also got numerous "drive-bys" from the local volunteer firemen. I'm guessing those young fellas were quite curious as to our business there so they had to call everyone of them in...in all three of their vehicles...to make sure we weren't "up to no good." **wink wink.
After we finished there we decided to head on to Skedee. Let me till you...you haven't lived until you have driven straight into the center of bumfuck Oklahoma with only 10 miles left on your tank. I would swear the clouds parted and the angels wept when we stumbled across a gas station/casino!! Yep...Jana won $9 I lost $5. Tis the way of it, ya know?
I lovingly gave my lil ride a drink, to the sum of $10, and we began on our way again. GPS was super sweet to us as it led us to our next destination. You can imagine our surprise when this town had living people in it too!! Where the hell were all the dead folk, I ask you!! (No worries, I'm ok now.)
Sooooo...we took some pics of the areas that WERE abandoned, and set about our way...again. Lol. However, this time The lady in the GPS thingy decided to be a bitch and simply wouldn't talk to us. We were NOT happy about that but, since Jana and I are seasoned travelers, we knew we had this. And sure enough...it might have taken a minute...but we made it to our next destination....ARBY'S!!!! Damn straight...beef & cheddar, baby!!
By this time it was getting late and we had one more place to go. We shoved our food down and sped away to Guthrie, Oklahoma. Logan County Memorial Hospital...here we come. Now, we knew we would not be able to get inside. But that didn't bother us. We simply wanted pics. This is where it gets creepy, folks. The story behind this hospital is sketchy. It changed hands many times since 1932. In the 1980's, I believe, it was finally purchased by a group of private developers who planned on turning it into an apartment complex. Ok...that's all good.
So why didn't they? The only excuse given was that it fell through. That having been said, they used to allow paranormal teams inside...yet they stopped doing that. Ok...maybe they just changed their minds...no problem there.
BUT....
Here's the weird part. Jana and I got there, parked in a parking lot across the street, and walked over to it. No fence, people. Nothing at all. But we are respectful and simply wanted photos. We were there a total of 10 minutes, at the MOST, before the cops showed up. Yep...the 5-0 rolled up on us. Spotlight and all. Funny thing was about 3 minutes before Jana had noticed a camera in the window, pointing out. Weird, right? Not pointing at the door, but at the street. As the police began walking towards us, we made our way to them. I told them I was an author, cause I am, and that Jana was my photographer, cause she is. The fellas were very nice and just asked us to stay on the sidewalk. No problem there. Nothing kooky about that...until he mentioned the cameras. He said we were "being watched". That it happens all the time.
Okaaaaaaaaay...I'm a little freaked now. It wasn't a censor that was set off alerting the police. It wasn't a neighbor who had called alerting the police. It was someone watching us on that camera. I don't know about ya'll, but I'm a little curious about a place that doesn't have a fence, has not been refurbished (possibly due to funds) but has the moolah to equip an abandoned building with high tech cameras PLUS pay somebody to monitor them. A little odd in my book.
We spoke of it on the way home and, as soon as I walked my dog, I did a little research. If this place has been investigated by other teams here why can I not find any pics of the inside? I've looked, trust me. If ya'll find any, let me know. I also found a website that had the link to the webcams that are supposed to be, put in by the owners, so that the public can look for evidence on them. Guess what? I went to the site and I got a big ol' FORBIDDEN at the top of my screen. Yeah.....I'm still scratching my head.
Oh...did I mention Jana's camera wouldn't let her take pics of certain areas of the building? Yeah...chew on that for a bit. We will...
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Not really my game...
I may tick a few people off with this post, but that is honestly not my intention. Obviously I don't worry too much about that, but still...
I've seen, all over social media, that it's some "National Ghost Hunting" day. Ok...cool. Always nice to have something to celebrate. I have no problem with that. The only thing that concerns me is the title. I've talked with others about this before, and frankly I'm certain I may have even used the term in the past myself, but I really try not to now. The term "ghosthunter". It really sends an unclear message. A confusing one, if you will.
Now...I'm not meaning to be a party pooper, really. But I am curious as to where the term originates from. To hunt something literally means to search for something. Ok...that makes sense...BUT...what do people who hunt normally do when they get whatever they are hunting?
They destroy it. Kill it. Use it as a trophy.
Kind of like some people in this field. The ones we all want to say "isn't us". The very thing we try to prove, daily, that we don't do. Destroy.
There is also the term "paranormal investigator" which literally means to inquire, study, examine. Basically to learn. I would hope that most of us fall into this category. That we truly want to learn, document, share findings. Talk and explore the paranormal in a way that advances it and allows it to grow and be better understood. I have much respect for those who fall under this category and who back it up by their actions. By sharing evidence with others. Making findings public. Asking for, and honestly wanting, others opinions on their findings. To not take immediate offense when questioned.
This is how we grow people. This is how we take this field out of the negative and into the positive. Obviously I'm not condoning negative comments on anyone's evidence. Not by a long shot. What I'm trying to do is open up the line of communication between teams. There is no reason that things can't change. No reason that people can't work towards the greater good...together.
If you have evidence...post it. If you got an amazing EVP...share it. If you caught some crazy ass pictures...share them. Invite constructive criticism. Hell...the other day I posted an ass load of orb pics knowing full well what some think of the concept. I don't mind. Not one bit. Maybe they know something I don't. Maybe they see something I didn't see.
This is what it takes for progress to happen. To be open. How can we expect anything different without that? I would rather work with a team who goes on 100 investigations and gets zilch, and admits it, than one who goes on 5 saying they got the most amazing evidence ever...but you never see it.
Blessed Be )O(
I've seen, all over social media, that it's some "National Ghost Hunting" day. Ok...cool. Always nice to have something to celebrate. I have no problem with that. The only thing that concerns me is the title. I've talked with others about this before, and frankly I'm certain I may have even used the term in the past myself, but I really try not to now. The term "ghosthunter". It really sends an unclear message. A confusing one, if you will.
Now...I'm not meaning to be a party pooper, really. But I am curious as to where the term originates from. To hunt something literally means to search for something. Ok...that makes sense...BUT...what do people who hunt normally do when they get whatever they are hunting?
They destroy it. Kill it. Use it as a trophy.
Kind of like some people in this field. The ones we all want to say "isn't us". The very thing we try to prove, daily, that we don't do. Destroy.
There is also the term "paranormal investigator" which literally means to inquire, study, examine. Basically to learn. I would hope that most of us fall into this category. That we truly want to learn, document, share findings. Talk and explore the paranormal in a way that advances it and allows it to grow and be better understood. I have much respect for those who fall under this category and who back it up by their actions. By sharing evidence with others. Making findings public. Asking for, and honestly wanting, others opinions on their findings. To not take immediate offense when questioned.
This is how we grow people. This is how we take this field out of the negative and into the positive. Obviously I'm not condoning negative comments on anyone's evidence. Not by a long shot. What I'm trying to do is open up the line of communication between teams. There is no reason that things can't change. No reason that people can't work towards the greater good...together.
If you have evidence...post it. If you got an amazing EVP...share it. If you caught some crazy ass pictures...share them. Invite constructive criticism. Hell...the other day I posted an ass load of orb pics knowing full well what some think of the concept. I don't mind. Not one bit. Maybe they know something I don't. Maybe they see something I didn't see.
This is what it takes for progress to happen. To be open. How can we expect anything different without that? I would rather work with a team who goes on 100 investigations and gets zilch, and admits it, than one who goes on 5 saying they got the most amazing evidence ever...but you never see it.
Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Shits about to get REAL.....
I'm sitting here, typing this with shaking hands, not quite sure how to start. I figure with the beginning is probably the best way to drop a lil truth on anyone who reads this. I hope you're ready for this because I have no intention of mincing words....
I received a message from someone who needed a second opinion on a reading they got from another individual. I didn't mind, and I had a minute, so I read what they wrote and found myself getting angrier and angrier. In truth I shouldn't have been surprised because I've seen this type of bullshit before but this shocked even me. This person had been told they were cursed. That, basically, their whole family through generations, had been cursed. This "psychic" continued on to say they could "help" them to the tune of several hundred dollars! First off.....
Are you fucking kidding me???????? Seriously, please tell me this is a joke. Please tell me that I read that wrong. That these bottom feeders have slowly died out and that the paranormal community doesn't have to deal with this any more. That's when reality hit me. They have not died out...they have bred and multiplied! Through "social media fornication" these extortionist have found a way to terrorize people into giving them money.
Yes...you heard me right...EXTORTIONIST. For those, and I'm addressing the bottom feeders now, who don't know the definition of the word...extortion simply means to gain property, or money, through force or threats. Well....by telling someone they are cursed, and you can fix it (what a fucking lie), that can be viewed as a threat in the eyes of the law. Did you also know that if this is done via the internet, which means it may cross state lines, it can be viewed as a federal offense?
Yeah...how ya liking them apples, chief? Felony...not necessarily a word with any lyrical qualities. Here's something that will make you sing....fines for extortion can be as high as $10,000.00...per offense. Jail time can be as long as 15 years...per offense. Still wanna incite fear in people for money? I sure as hell hope not...
I'm going to be as clear as I can be when I say this....If anyone reading this is in the habit of practicing this shady business, or any variation of it, unfriend me. Unfriend me on facebook, unfollow me on twitter. Go away. I have worked too damn hard to be known as a trusted sensitive. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I don't pull punches and I don't lie. I absolutely REFUSE to be associated with ANYONE who believes this practice is acceptable. EVER. At the end of the day I don't give a rats ass if I have a place at the "cool kids" table. Being popular didn't mean anything to me in school and it means even less now. I think I've proven that time and time again.
I did not ask this person for the name of the "psychic". I did not want to put that person on the spot. Rest assured...If this information comes my way by any other means....I will call you out on it and not think twice about it. You know why? It's people like you who make this field a fucking nightmare for the rest of us. For those of us who do it because we simply have no other choice. It's our calling. For people like you...whoever you are...it's a paycheck and that's just sick. Do the rest of us a favor and get a real damn job.
For the rest of you, and I know there are many good people in this field, keep up the good work. To the psychics who may charge a reasonable fee, but don't try to financially rape their clients through fear, I got nothing but love for ya.
Blessed Be )O(
I received a message from someone who needed a second opinion on a reading they got from another individual. I didn't mind, and I had a minute, so I read what they wrote and found myself getting angrier and angrier. In truth I shouldn't have been surprised because I've seen this type of bullshit before but this shocked even me. This person had been told they were cursed. That, basically, their whole family through generations, had been cursed. This "psychic" continued on to say they could "help" them to the tune of several hundred dollars! First off.....
Are you fucking kidding me???????? Seriously, please tell me this is a joke. Please tell me that I read that wrong. That these bottom feeders have slowly died out and that the paranormal community doesn't have to deal with this any more. That's when reality hit me. They have not died out...they have bred and multiplied! Through "social media fornication" these extortionist have found a way to terrorize people into giving them money.
Yes...you heard me right...EXTORTIONIST. For those, and I'm addressing the bottom feeders now, who don't know the definition of the word...extortion simply means to gain property, or money, through force or threats. Well....by telling someone they are cursed, and you can fix it (what a fucking lie), that can be viewed as a threat in the eyes of the law. Did you also know that if this is done via the internet, which means it may cross state lines, it can be viewed as a federal offense?
Yeah...how ya liking them apples, chief? Felony...not necessarily a word with any lyrical qualities. Here's something that will make you sing....fines for extortion can be as high as $10,000.00...per offense. Jail time can be as long as 15 years...per offense. Still wanna incite fear in people for money? I sure as hell hope not...
I'm going to be as clear as I can be when I say this....If anyone reading this is in the habit of practicing this shady business, or any variation of it, unfriend me. Unfriend me on facebook, unfollow me on twitter. Go away. I have worked too damn hard to be known as a trusted sensitive. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I don't pull punches and I don't lie. I absolutely REFUSE to be associated with ANYONE who believes this practice is acceptable. EVER. At the end of the day I don't give a rats ass if I have a place at the "cool kids" table. Being popular didn't mean anything to me in school and it means even less now. I think I've proven that time and time again.
I did not ask this person for the name of the "psychic". I did not want to put that person on the spot. Rest assured...If this information comes my way by any other means....I will call you out on it and not think twice about it. You know why? It's people like you who make this field a fucking nightmare for the rest of us. For those of us who do it because we simply have no other choice. It's our calling. For people like you...whoever you are...it's a paycheck and that's just sick. Do the rest of us a favor and get a real damn job.
For the rest of you, and I know there are many good people in this field, keep up the good work. To the psychics who may charge a reasonable fee, but don't try to financially rape their clients through fear, I got nothing but love for ya.
Blessed Be )O(
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Three Faces...
I saw an interesting meme today. Of course I shared it so those who follow me will have seen it already. It was a Japanese quote..." The Japanese believe people have 3 faces. One they show society, one they show family and close friends and one they show only to themselves. The last one being their truest face."
Heavy, huh?
Well, it got me to thinking and I came to this conclusion. The Japanese are definitely wise. I'm not saying this quote is absolutely true in regards to all people but I do believe it leans that way for most...at least at some point in their lives.
Don't get me wrong...I totally understand the need to to present yourself as something more evolved, more popular, more intelligent and more "together" than you actually are. I fully appreciate that society has conditioned us to believe that other peoples opinions define our worth. From social media to mainstream media we are bombarded, daily, with standards to live by that are impossible to reach.
I'm not the smartest chica out there so I know I'm not the only one who knows this. With that being said..I have one question....
Why do we still do it?
Did I stump ya? Did I? I sure hope not. In fact, I want you screaming at the computer screen RIGHT NOW telling me I'm wrong. For those actually doing that....Momma V is proud of you!!! Not that my opinion matters (see above statement) but, still, my heart beams!!!
For those taking a minute to ponder the aforementioned question...it's ok...take your time. Really think about it. Does the opinions of people you may never meet really make that much of a difference in the mark you leave on this world? Falsehoods and exaggerations are not contributions to the world. Especially to a world that knows very little that's different. From our news, to the "Reality" shows we watch, to what we are exposed to on the internet media sites. We are being spoon fed a script and we better get it right or no one will like us.
No one will care.
It's sad, really. I used to follow the same script. I used to do the same thing. I wanted so bad to be accepted that I conformed to a society that went against everything I believed in. Everything I held true. I can't lie to you. Breaking the cycle is hard. One of the hardest things you will ever do. But...in time...you will see it's also one of the most rewarding. When you show who you really are to people, warts and all, you find out very quickly who matters and who doesn't. Who is choosing to stay in your life because they respect you for being YOU. There will never be a time when everyone agrees with you. You will piss people off. You will be left. You will be talked about. You will be shunned.
That's ok. You know why? Because one thing people can never call you is a liar. Even if it's done out of the need for self-preservation it's still false. Give it a go. Try out something new. Every time you feel the need to alter yourself to please the public or co-workers or anybody...remember that quote.....and ask yourself this....
How many faces am I truly comfortable having?
Blessed Be )O(
Heavy, huh?
Well, it got me to thinking and I came to this conclusion. The Japanese are definitely wise. I'm not saying this quote is absolutely true in regards to all people but I do believe it leans that way for most...at least at some point in their lives.
Don't get me wrong...I totally understand the need to to present yourself as something more evolved, more popular, more intelligent and more "together" than you actually are. I fully appreciate that society has conditioned us to believe that other peoples opinions define our worth. From social media to mainstream media we are bombarded, daily, with standards to live by that are impossible to reach.
I'm not the smartest chica out there so I know I'm not the only one who knows this. With that being said..I have one question....
Why do we still do it?
Did I stump ya? Did I? I sure hope not. In fact, I want you screaming at the computer screen RIGHT NOW telling me I'm wrong. For those actually doing that....Momma V is proud of you!!! Not that my opinion matters (see above statement) but, still, my heart beams!!!
For those taking a minute to ponder the aforementioned question...it's ok...take your time. Really think about it. Does the opinions of people you may never meet really make that much of a difference in the mark you leave on this world? Falsehoods and exaggerations are not contributions to the world. Especially to a world that knows very little that's different. From our news, to the "Reality" shows we watch, to what we are exposed to on the internet media sites. We are being spoon fed a script and we better get it right or no one will like us.
No one will care.
It's sad, really. I used to follow the same script. I used to do the same thing. I wanted so bad to be accepted that I conformed to a society that went against everything I believed in. Everything I held true. I can't lie to you. Breaking the cycle is hard. One of the hardest things you will ever do. But...in time...you will see it's also one of the most rewarding. When you show who you really are to people, warts and all, you find out very quickly who matters and who doesn't. Who is choosing to stay in your life because they respect you for being YOU. There will never be a time when everyone agrees with you. You will piss people off. You will be left. You will be talked about. You will be shunned.
That's ok. You know why? Because one thing people can never call you is a liar. Even if it's done out of the need for self-preservation it's still false. Give it a go. Try out something new. Every time you feel the need to alter yourself to please the public or co-workers or anybody...remember that quote.....and ask yourself this....
How many faces am I truly comfortable having?
Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Well....we saw this coming, right?
So...I'm sure everyone has seen the news about that paranormal fella with the show. Ryan Buell? The whole alleged "drug using, cancer lying, money stealing" thing, right? Well....I'm sure you all are waiting with baited breath for my signature sarcastic comments on the subject but...I just can't do it.
I can't.
Fact is...I've never even watched his show. At least not a whole episode of it, I don't think. I maybe saw the first bit of one, years ago, thought to myself "what bull shit" and turned it. Now...I know there are gonna be some haters over that statement and that's okay. I don't mind. We ALL know by now I don't give a rats ass what people think of me as long as their beliefs are based on truth. So...for those who hate me now, that's okay. Got nothing but love for ya. I'm all about supporting honest, free thinking, individuals.
But I'm still not gonna bash him. In truth, I feel incredibly sorry for him. I feel sorry for the way he may have felt he had to do things. I feel sorry for the people who trusted him and believed in him only to be disappointed. I feel sorry for his family who will suffer the back lash of whatever media circus is coming to town because of this. But most of all, I feel sorry for the field.
Yes...that's right. I feel sorry for all those individuals and teams who go out whenever they can, on their own dime, and spend hours...if not days...in places most people wouldn't give a second thought to. I feel sorry for those who take on the masses and their intense criticism simply for doing what they love. I feel sorry for all those people out there who take these shows as "gospel" when it comes to the paranormal. Last, but not least, I feel sorry for those who secretly want to be him, fiasco and all...simply to get on TV.
Ya'll have read me preach till I'm blue in the face in regards to the ego, greed and untruths that this field is littered with. The ever present stain that no amount bleach will dissolve away. This is but just one more scandal, in a field strewn with them, that will set us back years. Just one more reason for people to think it's all about the people DOING the investigating instead of the spirits BEING investigated. Just one more reason for people to think we are all fame and money hungry crazies.
Honestly, it pisses me off. It pisses me off knowing that any ground we gain...any respectability within our grasp, could have just been thrown in the trash.
When will it end, people? For Goddess sake...when will it FINALLY become clear that WE are not the important part of this equation. Imagine how little ground would have been gained if scientist were more concerned about their image than the illnesses they were trying to cure? I know it's not on the same level but the idea is the same. The only way to get past these embarrassments and move forward is to change the way we do things. Otherwise this cycle will be repeated over and over. Is that really what any of us want? #FOODFORTHOUGHT
Blessed Be )O(
I can't.
Fact is...I've never even watched his show. At least not a whole episode of it, I don't think. I maybe saw the first bit of one, years ago, thought to myself "what bull shit" and turned it. Now...I know there are gonna be some haters over that statement and that's okay. I don't mind. We ALL know by now I don't give a rats ass what people think of me as long as their beliefs are based on truth. So...for those who hate me now, that's okay. Got nothing but love for ya. I'm all about supporting honest, free thinking, individuals.
But I'm still not gonna bash him. In truth, I feel incredibly sorry for him. I feel sorry for the way he may have felt he had to do things. I feel sorry for the people who trusted him and believed in him only to be disappointed. I feel sorry for his family who will suffer the back lash of whatever media circus is coming to town because of this. But most of all, I feel sorry for the field.
Yes...that's right. I feel sorry for all those individuals and teams who go out whenever they can, on their own dime, and spend hours...if not days...in places most people wouldn't give a second thought to. I feel sorry for those who take on the masses and their intense criticism simply for doing what they love. I feel sorry for all those people out there who take these shows as "gospel" when it comes to the paranormal. Last, but not least, I feel sorry for those who secretly want to be him, fiasco and all...simply to get on TV.
Ya'll have read me preach till I'm blue in the face in regards to the ego, greed and untruths that this field is littered with. The ever present stain that no amount bleach will dissolve away. This is but just one more scandal, in a field strewn with them, that will set us back years. Just one more reason for people to think it's all about the people DOING the investigating instead of the spirits BEING investigated. Just one more reason for people to think we are all fame and money hungry crazies.
Honestly, it pisses me off. It pisses me off knowing that any ground we gain...any respectability within our grasp, could have just been thrown in the trash.
When will it end, people? For Goddess sake...when will it FINALLY become clear that WE are not the important part of this equation. Imagine how little ground would have been gained if scientist were more concerned about their image than the illnesses they were trying to cure? I know it's not on the same level but the idea is the same. The only way to get past these embarrassments and move forward is to change the way we do things. Otherwise this cycle will be repeated over and over. Is that really what any of us want? #FOODFORTHOUGHT
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, September 17, 2016
It's all in the details...
A question was posed to me today that I thought would make an interesting blog topic. I was asked what the difference was between psychics, mediums and other labels like clairvoyant and the like. Admittedly I was a little taken aback by it because I don't really give it much thought. I do what I do and I don't really give two hoots about labels, ya know? But...it's a fair question and one that deserves an answer so I gave a brief summary and told them I would address it on my blog.
So....without further adieu...
The definition of psychic is: Relating to or denoting faculties that are, apparently, inexplicable by natural laws. Especially those involving telepathy or clairvoyance. *credit to Wikipedia*
The definition of a medium is: Medium-ship is the practice of certain people, known as mediums, to purportedly mediate communication between spirits of the dead and living human beings. *credit to Wikipedia* Footnote: if this is a title used then specific details should be given during a reading. When it is direct communication with a spirit, and not a psychic "feeling" then there is no reason to be vague. Ever.
Then you have a whole mess of "clair" words to choose from.
(easy definitions)
Clairaudience: Clear hearing
Clairsentience: Clear feeling. A common trait among TRUE empaths.
Clairvoyant: The ability to see events, people, places in the future.
Claircognizance: Clear knowing.
Clairscent: Clear smelling.
Clairgustance: Clear tasting.
Channeling: The ability to let a spirit/ghost communicate through you via voice or body.
Are you shaking your head yet? Lol! I would be if I were anyone different than myself. Hell...I do most of this stuff and I still get confused by it. The thing is...and what I think is important for everybody to know...is that you can have all or one of these abilities but...and this is a big BUT...it doesn't mean that you have them 24/7. No sir...it sure doesn't. Sometimes you only get a glimpse...sometimes you get the whole enchilada.
Sometimes you get squat. True story.
I'm pretty lucky. I generally do all right. The other night I spent a couple of hours on the phone...way past my bedtime...simply because the reading was going so well. It doesn't always so you run with those moments when they happen. Now...what I mean by it going well is how many factors were involved. The majority of what's listed above came into play one way or another. From being able to give specific names, descriptions, time frame and circumstances of death. This is the difference between an "I got lucky" reading and a reading with some meat and bones to it. This is why I encourage anyone who is looking into having a reading done, like at one of the psychic fairs or a call in reading, make sure you give as little information as possible. Make sure that you are being told the information the reader gets without having to feed them information of any kind.
When I was asked this today it reminded me of our last guest on "Edge of the Rabbit Hole". Our guest was Bill Hartley from "Ghost of Sheppardstown". He brought up a very interesting topic. I guess, since the ten years his paranormal group has been doing investigations he's had numerous "psychics" try to join his team. Being a bit of a skeptic, which is totally cool and keeps us legit, he always asks them to come to Gettysburg with him. He wants to take them to a store...let them walk around it...come back out and tell him what they get from it. Then they get a free lunch and get to go back home. Sounds simple, right?
Well...it does to me, but maybe I'm weird cause in the ten years he speaks of not ONE has agreed to the terms. NO ONE.
I have to admit I find that odd. It's as if people want to claim they have certain abilities but how dare anyone question them on it. Well...I don't roll that way. I find it odd if someone DOESN'T question me. I always tell people, "How do you know I'm not blowing smoke up your ass?" That kinda shocks them. Lol. But it's true. I've been doing actual readings for over 12 years now and all the other stuff since birth, basically. I still question my own accuracy and would be shocked if others didn't do the same.
BTW... I wrote him after the show and told him what I heard in the shop he spoke about. He never gave a name to it so I had to go off what my own mind would share with me. He confirmed what I said stating that it matched up with a place that is next door to the shop. And I didn't even have to go to Gettysburg to do it...but I want my free lunch. Lol.
So, in closing, what did we learn here today, kiddos? If someone claims they can do something extraordinary...make them prove it. There is no shame in asking and no reason to feel offended if someone does. It's the only checks and balances system we have in this ego driven field. Don't you think it's a good idea to use it?
Blessed Be )O(
So....without further adieu...
The definition of psychic is: Relating to or denoting faculties that are, apparently, inexplicable by natural laws. Especially those involving telepathy or clairvoyance. *credit to Wikipedia*
The definition of a medium is: Medium-ship is the practice of certain people, known as mediums, to purportedly mediate communication between spirits of the dead and living human beings. *credit to Wikipedia* Footnote: if this is a title used then specific details should be given during a reading. When it is direct communication with a spirit, and not a psychic "feeling" then there is no reason to be vague. Ever.
Then you have a whole mess of "clair" words to choose from.
(easy definitions)
Clairaudience: Clear hearing
Clairsentience: Clear feeling. A common trait among TRUE empaths.
Clairvoyant: The ability to see events, people, places in the future.
Claircognizance: Clear knowing.
Clairscent: Clear smelling.
Clairgustance: Clear tasting.
Channeling: The ability to let a spirit/ghost communicate through you via voice or body.
Are you shaking your head yet? Lol! I would be if I were anyone different than myself. Hell...I do most of this stuff and I still get confused by it. The thing is...and what I think is important for everybody to know...is that you can have all or one of these abilities but...and this is a big BUT...it doesn't mean that you have them 24/7. No sir...it sure doesn't. Sometimes you only get a glimpse...sometimes you get the whole enchilada.
Sometimes you get squat. True story.
I'm pretty lucky. I generally do all right. The other night I spent a couple of hours on the phone...way past my bedtime...simply because the reading was going so well. It doesn't always so you run with those moments when they happen. Now...what I mean by it going well is how many factors were involved. The majority of what's listed above came into play one way or another. From being able to give specific names, descriptions, time frame and circumstances of death. This is the difference between an "I got lucky" reading and a reading with some meat and bones to it. This is why I encourage anyone who is looking into having a reading done, like at one of the psychic fairs or a call in reading, make sure you give as little information as possible. Make sure that you are being told the information the reader gets without having to feed them information of any kind.
When I was asked this today it reminded me of our last guest on "Edge of the Rabbit Hole". Our guest was Bill Hartley from "Ghost of Sheppardstown". He brought up a very interesting topic. I guess, since the ten years his paranormal group has been doing investigations he's had numerous "psychics" try to join his team. Being a bit of a skeptic, which is totally cool and keeps us legit, he always asks them to come to Gettysburg with him. He wants to take them to a store...let them walk around it...come back out and tell him what they get from it. Then they get a free lunch and get to go back home. Sounds simple, right?
Well...it does to me, but maybe I'm weird cause in the ten years he speaks of not ONE has agreed to the terms. NO ONE.
I have to admit I find that odd. It's as if people want to claim they have certain abilities but how dare anyone question them on it. Well...I don't roll that way. I find it odd if someone DOESN'T question me. I always tell people, "How do you know I'm not blowing smoke up your ass?" That kinda shocks them. Lol. But it's true. I've been doing actual readings for over 12 years now and all the other stuff since birth, basically. I still question my own accuracy and would be shocked if others didn't do the same.
BTW... I wrote him after the show and told him what I heard in the shop he spoke about. He never gave a name to it so I had to go off what my own mind would share with me. He confirmed what I said stating that it matched up with a place that is next door to the shop. And I didn't even have to go to Gettysburg to do it...but I want my free lunch. Lol.
So, in closing, what did we learn here today, kiddos? If someone claims they can do something extraordinary...make them prove it. There is no shame in asking and no reason to feel offended if someone does. It's the only checks and balances system we have in this ego driven field. Don't you think it's a good idea to use it?
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Before I die...
I know...I know...weird title for a blog but, I promise, I'm going somewhere with it.
Right now I'm going through some changes. I'm taking stock of what's important and the kind of legacy I want to leave, in this world, before I haunt the shit out of you people. Come on...you KNOW I will...lol!!
It's funny how, when you get older, the things you find important change. They change with a quickness and leave you a little stunned and unsure how to make the necessary modifications you need to make. Trust me. I know this to be true.
Not long ago I started my metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly. Not in looks, mind you. I was way hotter in my early twenties. What gave me my wings was courage. Courage to stand alone regardless of how tough life might be. Strength to teach my son that nothing can knock you down forever as long as you get back up when it tries it. And it WILL try. Alot!
My wings gave me hope. Hope that I would find my place in this world. The world that, a few times, had turned it's back on me because I didn't fit in. My son gave me wings. His unequivocal trust that I would never give up taught me more than I can ever fully explained. His unconditional love replaced my tears with the biggest smiles. His pride, in me, made me want to accomplish so much more in life than I ever thought possible.
These are the marks I want to leave on the world. I don't care if I'm ever rich. Sure...to not have to worry would be nice but, let's face it, I will worry anyway. About something. Anything.
I don't care about fame. I've heard it can be lonely and I've had enough of that i my life.
I don't care about status. I am me. I will never be any one else. I barely wear makeup. I will eat queso and chips till it's coming out my ears. I curse like a sailor. I have a nasty temper. I love like no other. I am my very own worst critic. These things are me. All of them. They matter little. What truly matters is the meat and bones of who we are.
Honest. Trustworthy. Humble. Love. Respectfulness. Courageousness. Fairness. Earnest. Kind. Protective. Selflessness.
These are what matter in life. Not how many people like your status. Not how many people want to be you. Not the cardboard cut out image of us that we believe society wants to see. This image of perfection. Perfection does not exist. Not in ourselves and not in how we want to see others.
We are all broken. We have all been shattered at one time or another. The legacy we leave, when we pass on, is dictated by how we put those pieces back together.
Blessed Be )O(
Right now I'm going through some changes. I'm taking stock of what's important and the kind of legacy I want to leave, in this world, before I haunt the shit out of you people. Come on...you KNOW I will...lol!!
It's funny how, when you get older, the things you find important change. They change with a quickness and leave you a little stunned and unsure how to make the necessary modifications you need to make. Trust me. I know this to be true.
Not long ago I started my metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly. Not in looks, mind you. I was way hotter in my early twenties. What gave me my wings was courage. Courage to stand alone regardless of how tough life might be. Strength to teach my son that nothing can knock you down forever as long as you get back up when it tries it. And it WILL try. Alot!
My wings gave me hope. Hope that I would find my place in this world. The world that, a few times, had turned it's back on me because I didn't fit in. My son gave me wings. His unequivocal trust that I would never give up taught me more than I can ever fully explained. His unconditional love replaced my tears with the biggest smiles. His pride, in me, made me want to accomplish so much more in life than I ever thought possible.
These are the marks I want to leave on the world. I don't care if I'm ever rich. Sure...to not have to worry would be nice but, let's face it, I will worry anyway. About something. Anything.
I don't care about fame. I've heard it can be lonely and I've had enough of that i my life.
I don't care about status. I am me. I will never be any one else. I barely wear makeup. I will eat queso and chips till it's coming out my ears. I curse like a sailor. I have a nasty temper. I love like no other. I am my very own worst critic. These things are me. All of them. They matter little. What truly matters is the meat and bones of who we are.
Honest. Trustworthy. Humble. Love. Respectfulness. Courageousness. Fairness. Earnest. Kind. Protective. Selflessness.
These are what matter in life. Not how many people like your status. Not how many people want to be you. Not the cardboard cut out image of us that we believe society wants to see. This image of perfection. Perfection does not exist. Not in ourselves and not in how we want to see others.
We are all broken. We have all been shattered at one time or another. The legacy we leave, when we pass on, is dictated by how we put those pieces back together.
Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Personally Paranormal...
I've been asked many times why I am single. Now...don't get me wrong. I'm not saying, or even implying, that I am some great catch. Not by a long shot. I don't even think those who ask me think that, honestly. But I've given the question a lot of thought. My friend Jana, and I, talked about it at great length on the way home from New Orleans. So much so that I think I finally have a pretty good answer to satisfy the masses.
I'm tired of being a disappointment. Plain and simple. Don't get me wrong...I'm not a bad person. I'm not a big drinker. I don't do drugs. I'm a hard worker....sometimes too hard. It isn't these things that make me say what I just said. It's something much more complicated. It's me as a person. It's what I do and who I am. It's the fact that, at any moment I may have to dive into a personal reading or help out a team on the other side of the country...or world. It's my writing. Both the blog and my books keep me pecking away at the computer when I have a free moment or two. It's my love of travel and the need to see, and do, as much as possible before I take my last breath. The long and short of it is that June Cleaver I am not. Never will be. I've tried on the costume and it just looks goofy on me. Unfortunately that is what most men are looking for. Someone to take care of them. I understand that and don't begrudge anyone that kind of life.
But that's not me. Never will be. And I don't expect Ward to show up at my doorstep and let me stay home from work so I can bake cookies for the "Beav", either. I can write, bake cookies, and do a reading pretty much at the same time. I'm gifted like that. A multi-tasker to the extreme. A quality some have found endearing, in the beginning, only to resent in the future.
That is the part I've never understood. It may sound like I'm a man hater...but I'm not. Far from it. Truth is, I love men. I find them fascinating. Uber masculine, ultra sensitive, witty and intelligent. To me there is no better combination. Nothing is sexier than a man chasing his dreams and sharing those dreams with the woman he loves. My road block is that it's always been a one way street. My dreams ceased to exist in my partners eyes. My drive, my determination, my total lack of self pity or willingness to give up becomes a threat. I don't know why, but it's the truth. So I have accepted it. If someone ever crosses my path who is not threatened by success, however minimal, or my ambition, however great, I will gladly jump aboard that crazy train with them and cheer them on the whole way as they pursue what they love. But I expect the same in return. I refuse to travel on one way streets anymore.
I did not choose this life..the paranormal life...it chose me. The times I've tried to deny it I've felt myself die, a little at a time, inside. I won't do that to myself anymore. If someone can't handle my witchy, conversationalist of the deceased, spell casting, know what I shouldn't, free thinking, goal oriented self then the loss is theirs. Not mine.
I hope that sums it up. It may sound a bit bitchy but that dims a bit as you realize I think ALL people should feel this way. Men and women, alike. No one should ever have to water themselves down for love. Food for thought, peeps...
Blessed Be )O(
I'm tired of being a disappointment. Plain and simple. Don't get me wrong...I'm not a bad person. I'm not a big drinker. I don't do drugs. I'm a hard worker....sometimes too hard. It isn't these things that make me say what I just said. It's something much more complicated. It's me as a person. It's what I do and who I am. It's the fact that, at any moment I may have to dive into a personal reading or help out a team on the other side of the country...or world. It's my writing. Both the blog and my books keep me pecking away at the computer when I have a free moment or two. It's my love of travel and the need to see, and do, as much as possible before I take my last breath. The long and short of it is that June Cleaver I am not. Never will be. I've tried on the costume and it just looks goofy on me. Unfortunately that is what most men are looking for. Someone to take care of them. I understand that and don't begrudge anyone that kind of life.
But that's not me. Never will be. And I don't expect Ward to show up at my doorstep and let me stay home from work so I can bake cookies for the "Beav", either. I can write, bake cookies, and do a reading pretty much at the same time. I'm gifted like that. A multi-tasker to the extreme. A quality some have found endearing, in the beginning, only to resent in the future.
That is the part I've never understood. It may sound like I'm a man hater...but I'm not. Far from it. Truth is, I love men. I find them fascinating. Uber masculine, ultra sensitive, witty and intelligent. To me there is no better combination. Nothing is sexier than a man chasing his dreams and sharing those dreams with the woman he loves. My road block is that it's always been a one way street. My dreams ceased to exist in my partners eyes. My drive, my determination, my total lack of self pity or willingness to give up becomes a threat. I don't know why, but it's the truth. So I have accepted it. If someone ever crosses my path who is not threatened by success, however minimal, or my ambition, however great, I will gladly jump aboard that crazy train with them and cheer them on the whole way as they pursue what they love. But I expect the same in return. I refuse to travel on one way streets anymore.
I did not choose this life..the paranormal life...it chose me. The times I've tried to deny it I've felt myself die, a little at a time, inside. I won't do that to myself anymore. If someone can't handle my witchy, conversationalist of the deceased, spell casting, know what I shouldn't, free thinking, goal oriented self then the loss is theirs. Not mine.
I hope that sums it up. It may sound a bit bitchy but that dims a bit as you realize I think ALL people should feel this way. Men and women, alike. No one should ever have to water themselves down for love. Food for thought, peeps...
Blessed Be )O(
Monday, September 5, 2016
My city, my heart...
I'm heading back to Oklahoma now. Sitting in the passenger seat as Jana drives our weary butts home. But my heart is elsewhere. It's stuck, inevitably, in a city that my soul calls home. The beautiful city of New Orleans.
With it's gas lights, slow pace, excellent food, moody weather, colorful people, mystique and music I am forever bound to it. By an invisible ribbon I will stay connected, I'm sure, till the end of my days.
I've been many times to this magical place. The experience always leaves me breathless. The connection to those who have the privilege of calling the "Big Easy" home is undeniable. Like family. Past or present makes no difference. They are home.
But home is changing. Outsiders coming in and taking a place rich in history and trying to twist it to suit their monetary needs. Those who don't care about the people, or their struggles, seeing this magical place as a quick way to turn a buck. Residents being turned out of their homes so that some fat cat in New York, or the like, can buy it up and rent it for $300 a night.
These vultures have little to no respect for the way of life that is only New Orleans. They have no understanding, nor do they care.
And it saddens me.
I urge you all. Anyone who has never been there or who hasn't been in a long time. Please go. Seek out the locals. Go to their shops. Buy their wares. Listen to their tales. Find local historians and tour guide, like Jonathan Weiss, and take his tour. Not the commercialized "big business" tours that pack in dozens of people making it difficult to hear anything. Find the ones who live and breath New Orleans. Who know it like the back of their hands and have no need for a script.
Check out "Maskerade" for the handcrafted mask made by local artisans. They are beautiful!!! Be sure to go by "Esoterica" and "Glass Magick". I promise you won't be disappointed.
By all means....check out Jackson Square. Show the local artist some love. Have your cards read. Listen to the families play their music on homade instruments. Above all else...enjoy. Soak up the culture. Respect the history. Immerse yourself in the lore and just breath. There is no other place in the country like it and outsiders are trying to change it fast. Get there and enjoy it while you can. Who knows....maybe if enough of us do the locals can actually win this battle for their way of life.
Blessed Be )O(
With it's gas lights, slow pace, excellent food, moody weather, colorful people, mystique and music I am forever bound to it. By an invisible ribbon I will stay connected, I'm sure, till the end of my days.
I've been many times to this magical place. The experience always leaves me breathless. The connection to those who have the privilege of calling the "Big Easy" home is undeniable. Like family. Past or present makes no difference. They are home.
But home is changing. Outsiders coming in and taking a place rich in history and trying to twist it to suit their monetary needs. Those who don't care about the people, or their struggles, seeing this magical place as a quick way to turn a buck. Residents being turned out of their homes so that some fat cat in New York, or the like, can buy it up and rent it for $300 a night.
These vultures have little to no respect for the way of life that is only New Orleans. They have no understanding, nor do they care.
And it saddens me.
I urge you all. Anyone who has never been there or who hasn't been in a long time. Please go. Seek out the locals. Go to their shops. Buy their wares. Listen to their tales. Find local historians and tour guide, like Jonathan Weiss, and take his tour. Not the commercialized "big business" tours that pack in dozens of people making it difficult to hear anything. Find the ones who live and breath New Orleans. Who know it like the back of their hands and have no need for a script.
Check out "Maskerade" for the handcrafted mask made by local artisans. They are beautiful!!! Be sure to go by "Esoterica" and "Glass Magick". I promise you won't be disappointed.
By all means....check out Jackson Square. Show the local artist some love. Have your cards read. Listen to the families play their music on homade instruments. Above all else...enjoy. Soak up the culture. Respect the history. Immerse yourself in the lore and just breath. There is no other place in the country like it and outsiders are trying to change it fast. Get there and enjoy it while you can. Who knows....maybe if enough of us do the locals can actually win this battle for their way of life.
Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Walking With Ghost....
I thought long and hard about what my next book should be. I wondered if what I really wanted to write about even mattered.
Would anybody care?
Then...I looked in my "inbox". I saw all the messages from people. All different walks if life. All different needs. Every last one needing some type of answer.
Closure.
The permission to move on. To grow. It got me thinking. Sure...some were paranormal in nature. I'd say about 2/3rds on them, actually.
But not all....
No...some were simply looking for advice. Someone to talk to about things they may not tell another living soul. Things they are embarrassed by or feelings of loneliness. Dread that has lingered over past mistakes.
I wondered why they came to me. What had I done to deserve such trust? In all honesty, I'm still not sure...but I have an idea.
You see...I've never understood some of what I see on social media. I've never understood the need to lie. The need to portray myself as something I'm not. I will be the first in line to admit my short comings. My faults. I'm in competition with no one. Not because I'm so great but because I simply don't care. I wish success and happiness for others because it's what I would want for myself.
Sure...I've fallen prey to others. I've helped others when I probably shouldn't have. I've stayed quiet when I've been certain of another's motives. I've silently wished for others to open their eyes to the ruse that is right before them.
I'm not perfect...but I am HONEST. To a fault, really. And that is what this next book, "Walking With Ghost" is about. My journey. Both paranormal and otherwise. Life and love. Joy and anger. Ups and downs. Everything from the last few years that has made me the person I am today. A person people trust. I want to share my experiences with others. So that they can see a person who doesn't portray false perfection. They need to see a person with flaws. A person who is growing BECAUSE of the choices, both good and bad, that she's made. A person who is following her dreams without compromising what she holds in her heart. I want people to know it's OK to make mistakes. It's OK to fail a few times so long as you never give up.
)O(
Blessed Be
Would anybody care?
Then...I looked in my "inbox". I saw all the messages from people. All different walks if life. All different needs. Every last one needing some type of answer.
Closure.
The permission to move on. To grow. It got me thinking. Sure...some were paranormal in nature. I'd say about 2/3rds on them, actually.
But not all....
No...some were simply looking for advice. Someone to talk to about things they may not tell another living soul. Things they are embarrassed by or feelings of loneliness. Dread that has lingered over past mistakes.
I wondered why they came to me. What had I done to deserve such trust? In all honesty, I'm still not sure...but I have an idea.
You see...I've never understood some of what I see on social media. I've never understood the need to lie. The need to portray myself as something I'm not. I will be the first in line to admit my short comings. My faults. I'm in competition with no one. Not because I'm so great but because I simply don't care. I wish success and happiness for others because it's what I would want for myself.
Sure...I've fallen prey to others. I've helped others when I probably shouldn't have. I've stayed quiet when I've been certain of another's motives. I've silently wished for others to open their eyes to the ruse that is right before them.
I'm not perfect...but I am HONEST. To a fault, really. And that is what this next book, "Walking With Ghost" is about. My journey. Both paranormal and otherwise. Life and love. Joy and anger. Ups and downs. Everything from the last few years that has made me the person I am today. A person people trust. I want to share my experiences with others. So that they can see a person who doesn't portray false perfection. They need to see a person with flaws. A person who is growing BECAUSE of the choices, both good and bad, that she's made. A person who is following her dreams without compromising what she holds in her heart. I want people to know it's OK to make mistakes. It's OK to fail a few times so long as you never give up.
)O(
Blessed Be
Monday, August 1, 2016
Is that your soul I feel or are you just happy to see me....
Alright, folks...I warned ya. Now that I have a full size keyboard right in front of me shits about to get REAL.
That's right. Auntie Nessa is gonna wax poetic about souls. You heard me...The big "S". Le energy muy importante!!! (Did I spell that right? Lol!) Anywhoooo....before I get way off on a tangent trying to come up with funny ways to describe a soul...I'll get back to the task at hand.
I've seen a lot...and I mean ALOT...of pics lately, on the internet, of supposed photos proving that souls exist. Or at least attempting to. Now...I'm not knocking the idea. Nor am I making light of a persons need to visualize what cannot be seen, normally, with the naked eye. Not by a long shot.
But here's what I find fascinating. Are you with me? Cause this is gonna be a good one...promise!! Ok...here it goes......
For all those people out there who need to see evidence of a soul in order to believe in it, this is the question I pose to you...
"What are you?"
Now...before you get offended I want you to really think about that. What ARE you? It's a simple question but probably one of the hardest anyone would ever have to answer. Your first answer will either be human, man or woman...right? It might be mother, father, brother or sister. It could be many different things and any one of them would be right. That having been said I can guarantee one answer that NONE of you thought of.
Meat puppet.
Yep...read it again. You heard me right. Meat puppet. Talking flesh sack is another one. Walking opinionated asshole could be another, who knows? The fact is NONE of you thought that. I would be willing to bet just about anything on it. You know why you didn't think that? Because deep down...some deeper than others....you know you are made up of a soul. You may not be able to see it. You may not be able to touch it. But you KNOW.
Our souls are, literally, what makes us US. Your soul is what guides you. Your soul is that tiny voice in your head. That feeling in your gut that will never lead you astray. Your soul is the very essence of who you ARE.
Sure...it has it's good days and it's bad days. After all....nothing is perfect. But that doesn't change the fact that your soul is YOU. Without a soul we simply are walking, talking piles of flesh and bone. Did you ever think of it that way? Have you ever wondered whether or not you truly had a soul? Simply by wondering you have already proven that you do.
We have all heard of soulless killers or people who had eyes that seemed soulless. Hell...I've even seen a few myself. ***shudder*** I can't say for certain that these people don't have any soul in them. What I CAN say is that those who go against their own conscience and follow a life of self-indulgence at the cost of others....or those who are so evil that they brutally take the lives of others may have had souls in the past but, through their own personal choices, are slowly killing it off. When this happens, I believe, that's when you see people as shells of what they used to be.
You also have those instances where, sometimes, a persons soul has been so brutalized through life that they have a hard time acclimating to the world when the brutality stops. I have seen this too.
Keep in mind this is all speculation, on my part. I am no expert on souls. No one is. I can say I'm comfortable in the soundness of MY soul and need no photographic proof of it's existence. Food for thought....
P.S...I wanted to say thank you to all my friends who sent me those pics you found on the internet. They truly were the inspiration for this blog. You guys are amazing!!!!
Blessed Be )o(
That's right. Auntie Nessa is gonna wax poetic about souls. You heard me...The big "S". Le energy muy importante!!! (Did I spell that right? Lol!) Anywhoooo....before I get way off on a tangent trying to come up with funny ways to describe a soul...I'll get back to the task at hand.
I've seen a lot...and I mean ALOT...of pics lately, on the internet, of supposed photos proving that souls exist. Or at least attempting to. Now...I'm not knocking the idea. Nor am I making light of a persons need to visualize what cannot be seen, normally, with the naked eye. Not by a long shot.
But here's what I find fascinating. Are you with me? Cause this is gonna be a good one...promise!! Ok...here it goes......
For all those people out there who need to see evidence of a soul in order to believe in it, this is the question I pose to you...
"What are you?"
Now...before you get offended I want you to really think about that. What ARE you? It's a simple question but probably one of the hardest anyone would ever have to answer. Your first answer will either be human, man or woman...right? It might be mother, father, brother or sister. It could be many different things and any one of them would be right. That having been said I can guarantee one answer that NONE of you thought of.
Meat puppet.
Yep...read it again. You heard me right. Meat puppet. Talking flesh sack is another one. Walking opinionated asshole could be another, who knows? The fact is NONE of you thought that. I would be willing to bet just about anything on it. You know why you didn't think that? Because deep down...some deeper than others....you know you are made up of a soul. You may not be able to see it. You may not be able to touch it. But you KNOW.
Our souls are, literally, what makes us US. Your soul is what guides you. Your soul is that tiny voice in your head. That feeling in your gut that will never lead you astray. Your soul is the very essence of who you ARE.
Sure...it has it's good days and it's bad days. After all....nothing is perfect. But that doesn't change the fact that your soul is YOU. Without a soul we simply are walking, talking piles of flesh and bone. Did you ever think of it that way? Have you ever wondered whether or not you truly had a soul? Simply by wondering you have already proven that you do.
We have all heard of soulless killers or people who had eyes that seemed soulless. Hell...I've even seen a few myself. ***shudder*** I can't say for certain that these people don't have any soul in them. What I CAN say is that those who go against their own conscience and follow a life of self-indulgence at the cost of others....or those who are so evil that they brutally take the lives of others may have had souls in the past but, through their own personal choices, are slowly killing it off. When this happens, I believe, that's when you see people as shells of what they used to be.
You also have those instances where, sometimes, a persons soul has been so brutalized through life that they have a hard time acclimating to the world when the brutality stops. I have seen this too.
Keep in mind this is all speculation, on my part. I am no expert on souls. No one is. I can say I'm comfortable in the soundness of MY soul and need no photographic proof of it's existence. Food for thought....
P.S...I wanted to say thank you to all my friends who sent me those pics you found on the internet. They truly were the inspiration for this blog. You guys are amazing!!!!
Blessed Be )o(
Monday, July 25, 2016
The Paranormal "Pit"
I thought this a fitting title, due to personal observation over the past year or so. Why, you ask? Well......if you insist, I'll tell you.
Here goes nothing....
You see...I'm an observer of human behavior. A people watcher. I notice EVERYTHING. I don't always act on it. Nor do I always say anything. But I think I'm changing my tune on that.
Over the past year I have learned one very important lesson. Be VERY CAREFUL who you tie your name too. If you're like me, an author, your name is your brand. It is LITERALLY your MONEY MAKER. It is IRREPLACEABLE. It is also IRREPARABLE if you fall from grace over the company you keep. Before you get involved with a person, or a group, RESEARCH. Ask questions. Observe their behavior. How do they speak about themselves? How do they speak about others? Are they ALWAYS the victim? Are they ALWAYS under attack? Do their words ring true? Have you caught them in lies? Do they WILLINGLY admit wrong doings?
This may seem severe. It may seem paranoid but, trust me, I've learned the hard way. This rings especially true for paranormal groups. We....as groups AND individuals....are already under fire. Even the smallest indiscretion can be more destructive than you know. Food for thought....
Blessed Be )O(
Here goes nothing....
You see...I'm an observer of human behavior. A people watcher. I notice EVERYTHING. I don't always act on it. Nor do I always say anything. But I think I'm changing my tune on that.
Over the past year I have learned one very important lesson. Be VERY CAREFUL who you tie your name too. If you're like me, an author, your name is your brand. It is LITERALLY your MONEY MAKER. It is IRREPLACEABLE. It is also IRREPARABLE if you fall from grace over the company you keep. Before you get involved with a person, or a group, RESEARCH. Ask questions. Observe their behavior. How do they speak about themselves? How do they speak about others? Are they ALWAYS the victim? Are they ALWAYS under attack? Do their words ring true? Have you caught them in lies? Do they WILLINGLY admit wrong doings?
This may seem severe. It may seem paranoid but, trust me, I've learned the hard way. This rings especially true for paranormal groups. We....as groups AND individuals....are already under fire. Even the smallest indiscretion can be more destructive than you know. Food for thought....
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Growing pains...
What a year its been!!!! In the last year my work (what some would call a "hobby") has taken me to Memphis, England, Scotland and Virginia. I've been lucky...and I mean LUCKY....to have worked with some of the best paranormal investigators in the field. They may not be the most well known...yet....nor do they care. But their ethics, morals and compassion are without equal.
In the past year I have started my life over. On MY terms. I have faced my demons are won. Or, at least, called a truce. Lol.
I gave my heart away....and I took it right back. Maybe in pieces, at first, but that's okay. I know my worth. I simply refuse to compromise on it.
I've been used. Ridiculed. Laughed at. Loved. Cherished. Praised. Truly the best, or worst, of both worlds. The full spectrum.
I know who, and what, I am now. I know what I'm meant to do. I intend to spend the rest of my life doing it. Without complaint or need for approval.
These were my growing pains. I've found self acceptance is the best cure for them.
Blessings, my friends.
In the past year I have started my life over. On MY terms. I have faced my demons are won. Or, at least, called a truce. Lol.
I gave my heart away....and I took it right back. Maybe in pieces, at first, but that's okay. I know my worth. I simply refuse to compromise on it.
I've been used. Ridiculed. Laughed at. Loved. Cherished. Praised. Truly the best, or worst, of both worlds. The full spectrum.
I know who, and what, I am now. I know what I'm meant to do. I intend to spend the rest of my life doing it. Without complaint or need for approval.
These were my growing pains. I've found self acceptance is the best cure for them.
Blessings, my friends.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Calling all empaths......
I've sat here, tonight, bawling like a little girl. Seriously. Sobbing. Incomprehensible mutterings my dialogue. Wanna know why?
Do you?
Because I care. Because I FEEL. It's uncontrollable for me. If someone is in pain, I share it. If they are ashamed, I share it. If they are hopeless.... I share it. Tis true.
My son and I talked of those less fortunate than us. Watched videos depicting homeless "actors" on the street and peoples reactions to them. We watched an actual homeless man realize someone had left him money. Guess what he did with it?
No...he didn't buy liquor or drugs.
He bought a pillow and a blanket. Items he desperately needed. Then....he took it all back to the store and gave the money to a man he thought needed it more.
Bless him.
Someone who literally had NOTHING gave all he could to help another. Another homeless man showed kindness to a freezing child on the street when no one else had, even though hundreds had passed him.
Thousands of people passed a "homeless" child on the street with only ONE offering help. Then the filmmaker got verbally abused for showing these atrocities.
I think he should be commended. In this world we have become so obsessed with what is OURS that we forget it could all go away tomorrow. Since when is denying someone basic human rights, especially a child, like food or shelter something acceptable? Since when did the general public get to decide who eats and who doesn't freeze to death? Please don't come at me with "I work hard for what's mine" bullshit. I work hard too. But there's a difference. I never assumed my hard work made me better than another. It never made me more cold, more hungry or more in need of shelter. It never made me "more worth saving".
Imagine how different the world would be if we were all empathetic. If you could feel that pain, cold, hunger or shame just once.....maybe you would see things differently.
Blessed Be )O(
Do you?
Because I care. Because I FEEL. It's uncontrollable for me. If someone is in pain, I share it. If they are ashamed, I share it. If they are hopeless.... I share it. Tis true.
My son and I talked of those less fortunate than us. Watched videos depicting homeless "actors" on the street and peoples reactions to them. We watched an actual homeless man realize someone had left him money. Guess what he did with it?
No...he didn't buy liquor or drugs.
He bought a pillow and a blanket. Items he desperately needed. Then....he took it all back to the store and gave the money to a man he thought needed it more.
Bless him.
Someone who literally had NOTHING gave all he could to help another. Another homeless man showed kindness to a freezing child on the street when no one else had, even though hundreds had passed him.
Thousands of people passed a "homeless" child on the street with only ONE offering help. Then the filmmaker got verbally abused for showing these atrocities.
I think he should be commended. In this world we have become so obsessed with what is OURS that we forget it could all go away tomorrow. Since when is denying someone basic human rights, especially a child, like food or shelter something acceptable? Since when did the general public get to decide who eats and who doesn't freeze to death? Please don't come at me with "I work hard for what's mine" bullshit. I work hard too. But there's a difference. I never assumed my hard work made me better than another. It never made me more cold, more hungry or more in need of shelter. It never made me "more worth saving".
Imagine how different the world would be if we were all empathetic. If you could feel that pain, cold, hunger or shame just once.....maybe you would see things differently.
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Pick me....pick me....
I thought I'd take a moment to give ya'll my version of what a medium is. At least the only way I know it to be.
For me, being a sensitive....which is my preferred label if I have to have one, is totally normal....and completely strange. There is no rhyme or reason to it. The messages I get can be very specific or completely like a puzzle that has to be figured out. They come in dreams. They come in front of my face when I'm driving. I rarely have a moment, in my head, alone.
When it comes to spirit communication it varies to an even greater degree. Showers or potty time doesn't mean I get left alone. I may get a full description told to me or just a snapshot like a polaroid picture.
I may get a name, place or date....or I'll be told of a situation I could have no way of knowing about. 90% of my readings are cold. I know absolutely NOTHING of the situation or person. I try my best to discourage people from giving me info, before a case, because I don't wish the reading to be tainted.
What alot of people don't know is there is a difference between a psychic and a medium. A medium speaks with the deceased. A psychic knows things. Some of us do both. Some of us only do one or the other. Some of us don't do it at all.
This is why I welcome the skepticism. Why I encourage anyone looking for a reading to always stay on guard. Don't give too much away, in regards to what you wish to know.
That's OUR job to know it. And if we don't, it's OUR responsibilty to say so. Keep in mind...when I say job, I don't mean paying job. At least not for me. I don't charge for what I do. Trust me.....I have plenty of people trying to change my mind about that. Maybe I will, someday. Right now I'll be content with people just buying my books. Lol.
As for now....it's been a poopy day and I'm sad and confused. Not much use to anyone in need of a reading so I'm doing ya'll a big favor and taking the night off. I'll be back on my game in a day or so and will get back to all of you. Much love!!
Blessed Be )O (
For me, being a sensitive....which is my preferred label if I have to have one, is totally normal....and completely strange. There is no rhyme or reason to it. The messages I get can be very specific or completely like a puzzle that has to be figured out. They come in dreams. They come in front of my face when I'm driving. I rarely have a moment, in my head, alone.
When it comes to spirit communication it varies to an even greater degree. Showers or potty time doesn't mean I get left alone. I may get a full description told to me or just a snapshot like a polaroid picture.
I may get a name, place or date....or I'll be told of a situation I could have no way of knowing about. 90% of my readings are cold. I know absolutely NOTHING of the situation or person. I try my best to discourage people from giving me info, before a case, because I don't wish the reading to be tainted.
What alot of people don't know is there is a difference between a psychic and a medium. A medium speaks with the deceased. A psychic knows things. Some of us do both. Some of us only do one or the other. Some of us don't do it at all.
This is why I welcome the skepticism. Why I encourage anyone looking for a reading to always stay on guard. Don't give too much away, in regards to what you wish to know.
That's OUR job to know it. And if we don't, it's OUR responsibilty to say so. Keep in mind...when I say job, I don't mean paying job. At least not for me. I don't charge for what I do. Trust me.....I have plenty of people trying to change my mind about that. Maybe I will, someday. Right now I'll be content with people just buying my books. Lol.
As for now....it's been a poopy day and I'm sad and confused. Not much use to anyone in need of a reading so I'm doing ya'll a big favor and taking the night off. I'll be back on my game in a day or so and will get back to all of you. Much love!!
Blessed Be )O (
Monday, July 4, 2016
Imagine it's you.....
For those not on my Facebook, I felt it was important to share a lil story with you. An experience I had today that brought tears to my eyes.
I was at the laundromat because my dryer went out. As I was doing my laundry, and actually having a pleasant time, I noticed a smell. A very bad smell. I noticed a lil old lady had come in. She was about 20 feet away from me but those around her were pulling their shirts up to cover their noses. I admit...it was a very strong odor of cat poop.
Now.... I know y'all may be scrunching your nose right now, imagining the smell. And I understand the reflex to do just that. But.....what I want you to do, instead, is imagine you are the older lady. Imagine living on social security due to age or illness. Imagine only being able to wash your clothes once a month because you only get a check once a month.
Imagine having cats because they love you and their food is cheaper.....and you can share it with them.
Yes....you heard me right.
Imagine THAT. Having to eat what your pet does because it's ALL YOU CAN AFFORD. Imagine being so lonely, for whatever reason, that you are willing to do that just so you have a companion.
Can you see it? Imagine it?
You may be asking yourself why I care so much about people I don't know. About people that "don't matter". The " draining of our resources " as many like to call them....
Well.... I'll tell you why.
Because, at ANY MOMENT, that could be me. To a certain degree, once upon a time, it WAS me. After I was raped, by an ex that found me hiding in my friends house, I lived "on the streets". I stayed in my car or sofa surfed at other friends houses. I got a job at a fast food restaurant that was 3 miles away from my friends house. When my car broke down I walked to work. In the dead of winter in Kansas. This restaurant allowed us 1 free meal a day.
And that's all I ate. I was 19 years old. I was too ashamed to ask for help for almost a year. And even after I did, I had already learned to keep to myself.
I have never lost the feeling that EVERYTHING can disappear in a, SECOND.
Now.... I bet NONE of you can even imagine that I lived like that. I bet it's even harder to imagine it happening to you, right?
Well... It can. So..... When you cast judgement on the " dirty looking" guy on the street..... Or the lady who smells like cat poop.... Just remember.....
At ANY moment the rug could be pulled out from under you. You could lose EVERYTHING. This includes money, job, home, family, self respect and hope. If this happened to YOU......how would you want to be treated? Food for thought....
Blessed Be )O(
I was at the laundromat because my dryer went out. As I was doing my laundry, and actually having a pleasant time, I noticed a smell. A very bad smell. I noticed a lil old lady had come in. She was about 20 feet away from me but those around her were pulling their shirts up to cover their noses. I admit...it was a very strong odor of cat poop.
Now.... I know y'all may be scrunching your nose right now, imagining the smell. And I understand the reflex to do just that. But.....what I want you to do, instead, is imagine you are the older lady. Imagine living on social security due to age or illness. Imagine only being able to wash your clothes once a month because you only get a check once a month.
Imagine having cats because they love you and their food is cheaper.....and you can share it with them.
Yes....you heard me right.
Imagine THAT. Having to eat what your pet does because it's ALL YOU CAN AFFORD. Imagine being so lonely, for whatever reason, that you are willing to do that just so you have a companion.
Can you see it? Imagine it?
You may be asking yourself why I care so much about people I don't know. About people that "don't matter". The " draining of our resources " as many like to call them....
Well.... I'll tell you why.
Because, at ANY MOMENT, that could be me. To a certain degree, once upon a time, it WAS me. After I was raped, by an ex that found me hiding in my friends house, I lived "on the streets". I stayed in my car or sofa surfed at other friends houses. I got a job at a fast food restaurant that was 3 miles away from my friends house. When my car broke down I walked to work. In the dead of winter in Kansas. This restaurant allowed us 1 free meal a day.
And that's all I ate. I was 19 years old. I was too ashamed to ask for help for almost a year. And even after I did, I had already learned to keep to myself.
I have never lost the feeling that EVERYTHING can disappear in a, SECOND.
Now.... I bet NONE of you can even imagine that I lived like that. I bet it's even harder to imagine it happening to you, right?
Well... It can. So..... When you cast judgement on the " dirty looking" guy on the street..... Or the lady who smells like cat poop.... Just remember.....
At ANY moment the rug could be pulled out from under you. You could lose EVERYTHING. This includes money, job, home, family, self respect and hope. If this happened to YOU......how would you want to be treated? Food for thought....
Blessed Be )O(
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Medium fries....
I'd like to give props out there to all my medium friends. Clairvoyants, tarot readers, mystics and deceased conversationalist. My hats off to you. I know how truly draining it is to do what you do. I know how hard it is to drag yourself out of bed, because work beckons, knowing you were kept up all night by a chatty spirit. I feel ya......trust me.
This is my shout out to all of you who lend a hand when you haven't a moment to spare for yourself. Who sacrifice sleeping or even food because you have to help.
Bless you.
For those who don't know what it's truly like, I'll fill you in real quick. It NEVER stops. Sure, you may get an hour or two without a vision or a spirit trying to communicate. If you read cards you may go a week or so without a request. Y'all keep in mind that doesn't mean a weeks rest. If you're like me you bust your ass at a paying job. It's just a week free from the extras.
When you're a medium, you are never truly alone. Not bathroom breaks, sex or driving. One of the best EVP's I ever caught was in my car, at lunch, on a whatsapp voice message.
No.....investigations and readings only bring them all to the surface. Or, at least, specific ones. But the rest are always there just waiting to pop in when you least expect it.
So.... If you wonder why, sometimes, mediums , and the like, get frustrated or need time before they can help you.... It isn't because we are selfish or expect anything. It's just cause we can get very tired. Very very tired. In a way most people will never truly understand.
For those of you who know people like us I hope this helps you to understand a little better. All we ever ask for is patience, understanding and acknowledgement of a job well done. It's so little to ask for a job that takes so much.
Blessed Be )O(
This is my shout out to all of you who lend a hand when you haven't a moment to spare for yourself. Who sacrifice sleeping or even food because you have to help.
Bless you.
For those who don't know what it's truly like, I'll fill you in real quick. It NEVER stops. Sure, you may get an hour or two without a vision or a spirit trying to communicate. If you read cards you may go a week or so without a request. Y'all keep in mind that doesn't mean a weeks rest. If you're like me you bust your ass at a paying job. It's just a week free from the extras.
When you're a medium, you are never truly alone. Not bathroom breaks, sex or driving. One of the best EVP's I ever caught was in my car, at lunch, on a whatsapp voice message.
No.....investigations and readings only bring them all to the surface. Or, at least, specific ones. But the rest are always there just waiting to pop in when you least expect it.
So.... If you wonder why, sometimes, mediums , and the like, get frustrated or need time before they can help you.... It isn't because we are selfish or expect anything. It's just cause we can get very tired. Very very tired. In a way most people will never truly understand.
For those of you who know people like us I hope this helps you to understand a little better. All we ever ask for is patience, understanding and acknowledgement of a job well done. It's so little to ask for a job that takes so much.
Blessed Be )O(
Sunday, June 26, 2016
All in a days work...
It's been a week and a half since I did remote viewing for Paranormal Zone TV on cold cases. Some I had heard of previously and some I hadn't. I had a blast doing it regardless of how tiring that whole process can be. Honestly, I'm looking forward to the next show I'm scheduled for in September.
But that's not what this post is about. Sure.....I guess it's about the show, but truthfully, it's really about what came after. I check, every now and again, on the comments left by people. I respond to them too. I answer what I can and try to connect with those who took time out of their day to watch. Not just a little time, either. Almost 3 hours. Lol.
Most have been unbelievably supportive. Quite a few have left glowing comments that could make anyones head swell.
Well....if that anyone wasn't me. Lol. I'm still in shock so many have watched it. That surprises me more than you know. But not every comment was complimentary. A few questioned what I do, how I do it and my reason for doing it. Some didn't believe. Some were skeptical. Some just didn't like me. For those out there that fall under this category I have 2 words for you....
Thank you.
I am beyond pleased to be questioned. I welcome healthy skepticism. I encourage you to question, not only me, but every person who claims to have psychic abilities. You are the people who keeps us HONEST. Just as much as we want to make our "fans" (I hate that word lol) happy, we also want to give you new reasons to believe and that can only happen through trust.
And trust is earned.
Anyway... Just wanted to put that out there. Got nothing but love for you all!
Blessed Be )O(
But that's not what this post is about. Sure.....I guess it's about the show, but truthfully, it's really about what came after. I check, every now and again, on the comments left by people. I respond to them too. I answer what I can and try to connect with those who took time out of their day to watch. Not just a little time, either. Almost 3 hours. Lol.
Most have been unbelievably supportive. Quite a few have left glowing comments that could make anyones head swell.
Well....if that anyone wasn't me. Lol. I'm still in shock so many have watched it. That surprises me more than you know. But not every comment was complimentary. A few questioned what I do, how I do it and my reason for doing it. Some didn't believe. Some were skeptical. Some just didn't like me. For those out there that fall under this category I have 2 words for you....
Thank you.
I am beyond pleased to be questioned. I welcome healthy skepticism. I encourage you to question, not only me, but every person who claims to have psychic abilities. You are the people who keeps us HONEST. Just as much as we want to make our "fans" (I hate that word lol) happy, we also want to give you new reasons to believe and that can only happen through trust.
And trust is earned.
Anyway... Just wanted to put that out there. Got nothing but love for you all!
Blessed Be )O(
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