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(

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.

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(

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 (

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(

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(

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(