I naturally assumed he would know I was kidding. But when I said that he got this dazed look on his face, his eyes kind of glazed over and, without saying a single word, he just turned and walked off! I don’t have any idea what was going on in his head, but he did NOT touch that crystal! J
I've been a professional psychic for about 25 years. I read cards, I channel information directly from Spirit, I communicate with people who have passed on. These are all ways that I get information from "the other side," the non-physical realm. I can also contact people who are still alive but not present, if they have information they can share.
In this blog I intend to share information about what I do so that people who might need my services can find out about me, and also to help people who are interested in doing similar work.
People often ask me how I got into this line of work, so here's my background in a nutshell:
As a small child, I was able to hold two-way conversations with plants and animals. Growing up, I often knew what other people were thinking and feeling, but I assumed that was normal and thought nothing of it. When I was 38 I met a professional psychic who taught me to read playing cards and urged me to share my gifts by offering psychic readings to the public. In the course of doing readings with the cards, I gradually found out that I could do other things like channel Spirit or communicate with the dead. Somewhere along the line I learned to work with other spirits or energies and do things like clear houses and other spaces. I'll be writing articles about each of these aspects of my work; if you get tired of waiting feel free to ask questions.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
When Jill and I moved to NC, all of our plants had to stay in Austin except Bernice, our huge bromeliad, whom we brought with us in the form of just one of her cups in a little plastic bag. (Yes her name is Bernice; you have to name your plants. :) )
Bernice is now huge again, and she lives in a pot in our sunroom with a bunch of other plants. It’s been my wife’s practice for some time now to water them all on Sundays and mist them in between. Her practice for watering Bernice has been to put her in the sink and spray her so that all the cups are filled with water just as they would be if she were out in the rain.
Well, as some of you know, my father-in-law had an accident some time back and Jill stayed with her mother until her father could come home. That meant that watering the plants became my job; no problem because I’ve been a plant person for many years. My method for watering Bernice was different from my wife’s. Because Bernice is so big, when you put her in the sink, her cups are everywhere: in the dish drain, on the counter, hanging out over the floor. Plus, when you bring her back from the sink, you have to be careful of water dripping on the floor. So I just watered her in the sunroom and because I know that all her cups need water in them, I used a measuring cup with a spout and put water in each cup as well as the pot itself. Mission accomplished, no muss, no fuss, plant’s needs taken care of. At least, that’s the way I did it at first!
One weekend my wife actually got to spend the weekend at home (!!!) and on Sunday she watered the plants, including putting Bernice in the sink and spraying her. Later we were talking about something and she said, “Oh, by the way, do you put Bernice in the sink when you water her?” I said No, and I told her how I do it. She said, “Oh my god, she told me you were doing that!!!” I said something along the lines of, “Huh?” She said, “Yes, she said you weren’t putting her in the sink! She misses it; she says it’s like being out in the rain!”
Busted, I said, “(sigh) O…kay.” So, the following Sunday, I carried Bernice to the sink and gave her a good spraying. She smiled. Bernice the Tattle-tale Bromeliad.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
The photo shows what we see from our sunroom every spring: These magnificent flowering cherries burst into bloom and fill our window with this beautiful sea of pink. After a few weeks the flowers begin to fall and the deck and the ground are covered in pink. It's wonderful!
If you look closely you can see that there are actually 2 cherry trees, one behind the other. And even though they both contribute to the beauty outside our window, we tend to "see" only the closest one and think in terms of "tree" instead of "trees."
So yesterday I had a talk with the far cherry tree and told it that we appreciate it just as much as the closer one, and apologized for the fact that it sort of gets overlooked. It's response was, "Don't worry about whether or not I feel appreciated; that doesn't matter. I do what I do for myself."
What a wonderful state of mind! To produce so much beauty and do it only for self-satisfaction rather than to get approval from others! I think it's normal to want to be appreciated for the things we do, but I also think that we'd all be healthier and happier if we could have the same attitude as that tree.