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Dreams that come true, visions and inner voices that bring forward useful information are all early signs of psychic ability… and I have certainly had my share.
I remember in a history exam that I couldn't think of the dates and details of the event in question, a significant part of the exam… but I had studied.. and all of a sudden I could see the page in my text that held the information… and sure enough, I was right, passed that exam with flying colours…
Dreams came true, impressions proved to be accurate… still I didn't see myself as unusual, until I began telling my friends about having visions of the future… I remember one time I could see my ex-boyfriend sitting on the edge of my bed, smoking his pipe with something of a smirk on his face… next morning, I told my dear friend – and *checkpoint, Janice, that Russ was on his way to see me… and sure enough, by suppertime he arrived… he had taken the 12 hour journey with his new girlfriend to be sure I didn't want to come back to him… awkward to say the least. No wonder I had been forewarned of his visit.
Another time my son and I went to see Russ, now living in a tent off the land, just off the coast of British Columbia .. there was a lot of unfinished business between us… There was no way of contacting him on his island in the sea to tell him we were coming and it was a very long (but gorgeous) drive… . So all along the way, I kept "seeing" him arrive at the docks… and sending the message that he needed to meet us there. But when we arrived, there was no sign of him. The dockmaster told us that he had come in the day before so they didn't expect him back for several days. But he knew where Russ lived and called us a water taxi… just as we were loading our gear into the taxi, the dockmaster laughed "well, son of a gun, look who's coming around the bend." Of course, it was Russ… he couldn't believe his eyes, last time he saw me, I didn't even know how to drive, so he was quite shocked to see us, all he could say was," OMG, I kept feeling like I should go into town today, but I had no idea why… "
It was Russ who noticed how often instincts and dreams, my assessment of people, almost always proved to be correct.. In those days, information came in dreams and visions… I didn't know that many of these events were a form of remote viewing as well as telepathy. One incident I remember was about a phone call. A friend of Russ's lived in the country and only came into the city about every 6-8 months. One day Russ was on his way to answer the phone when I hollered out from the kitchen, "tell Paul to come for dinner." When he heard Paul's voice on the other end, he was so taken aback that he dropped the phone, "Danielle, you have to stop doing that."
One of my more interesting dreams/visions involved my friend Renee… I saw her house being raided by police looking for cocaine… but I didn't bother to tell her because I knew that Renee would never have drugs in her home… a few weeks later, we left our children for the evening with two of Renee's brothers. She knew that they planned to invite a few friends over to play cards once the kids were asleep and she had left them a half bottle of wine (her brothers were of legal age), not much to share among 5 young men. One of the boys had a very abusive father who came pounding on the door a few hours after we left, demanding that his son come out and get the "whoopin" he deserved… Renee's brothers were strong and loyal to their friends and family they moved to the front of the group and told the father he would have to go through them to get to his son… the father left – and called the police with a bogus story about the boys doing cocaine…… it was kinda funny, the boys had been quietly playing cards on the floor when the police burst in – they even took the collar off the cat, stripped all the beds, woke up the sleeping kids to check their PJ's, and of course there wasn't even a speck of any drug, let alone cocaine… the boy's father was charged with mischief and falsely reporting the next morning… It was no wonder I hadn't told Renee what I had seen.. there was very little we could have done to prevent the incident except perhaps to stay home..
And then there was the time when I should have said what I had seen… At that time I was the senior account exec for a very busy turnkey systems house. – in Boston, surrounded by small towns, curving roads and lots of hills… … A rookie sales person had been assigned to me for training… a kind of uptight young man, rather strait-laced. One night I "saw" his car, a beautiful silver Volvo, sliding backwards down a steep hill, pushing another car behind it also down hill… until they both hit a tree. Like Renee's story, the images seemed so improbable that I didn't bother to tell my young friend… beside he probably would have laughed at me, – I was in a senior position in the company so I felt it was wiser to say nothing about my psychic self. Two days later, my trainee arrived late for work and quite upset… he had just checked in with the body shop and discovered that he needed some very expensive repairs to get his car back on the road… the night before he had parked on a steep hill for a few minutes to drop off something to a friend… in his hurry, he had forgotten to put on the handbrake and just as I saw, the car rolled back, hit the car behind it and landed on a tree. When I told my friend that I had foreseen this happening but didn't believe it and thought he wouldn't either, his answer was simple "If you ever get an image like that again, TELL me."
Over the years I have learned many different ways of foreseeing the future… and I still pay attention to the images in my dreams… and the visions that seem to float across my mind unexpectedly… you should too…could be some useful information come to you from your inner world..
* checkpoint..I often advise beginning psychics to find one or two people in their close circle of friends to whom they can say what they see….this person serves as a "checkpoint", someone who can affirm what was seen before it happened. Keeping a dated journal is also a form of checkpoint… useful for building trust in one's psychic ability.
This has been perhaps one of my most difficult winters yet… a cold turned into a lung infection turned into bronchitis… and in the middle of all this, I started falling, sometimes badly. My hips wouldn't support my legs anymore… arthritis.. my doctor says my hips are mush….So now I walk with a cane or a walker and life has changed quite significantly. I am on a list for hip replacement surgery.. let us pray this comes sooner rather than later.
In the meantime, I really need your support right now… although I may be delayed, I am still able to do readings… helps to distract me from the discomfort. And we also have a great team of experienced and accurate psychics and mediums ready to answer your questions.
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R.I.P. Phil Reckard
I saved this news to last because it pains me so to make this announcement… Many of you will remember Phil as our Psychic Astrologer. Monthly, he produced very interesting Astrological insights for our site… but was especially known for giving his clients indepth readings that were far more detailed than the client expected. Iknew Phil for some 20 years.. always smiling, loads of fun and ear-hugs. Phil was a kind and generous man, and at the ripe old age of 61, he passed over to the other side. Although we just got the news recenty when a family member contacted us, Phil's accident happened last November – rather a mysterious death.. He was found at the bottom of the stairs to his house in the woods… my sense is that he slipped and fell.
Phil Reckard 1955 (approx) – 2016
Please join me in sending love and prayers to this remarkable man. I will always remember his smile… he made me a lovely drum years ago, now it will be a special treasure… Like Phil.
As many of you know, I have not been well for some months. Increasing arthritic pain, fatigue and a mysterious weight loss meant seeing several specialists and lots of tests. They still don't have all the answers, but the possibilities are narrowing, thankfully, cancer has been ruled out. I am intent on feeling much better, so I have been taking a multi-layer approach to the healing. In other words, I am following my doctor's orders, but I am also taking some herbs, vitamins and supplements, and I am looking inward, to see what purpose is being served, what is it I am expected to learn, or to change from this downturn…
That's where I got stumped. It can be relatively easy to answer those "purpose" questions for my clients, but my mind went blank when I tried to see the larger purpose behind where I am in life now… I was searching for deeper, more meaningful questions and answers… and so I kept asking myself, "what is my question?" Certainly the most obvious came up, for example, why have I not had the financial success that most of my siblings have, why was I burdened with a broken spine that left me broken in many other ways… why did I choose the high road, making my life even more challenging? Why did I have a disabled son? I could find answers one by one, and I did gain some significant insights, for example, my son has taught me a lot about patience and managing my hot French Canadian temper. But I had long come to terms with the answers to most of those questions. I wanted to know what they all added up to…. thus I continued to feel that I hadn't found my question yet… until I do, I will probably feel a little stuck.
You see, the quest for answers to our questions is how we grow and learn…
Without a question we are like a rudderless rowboat lost at sea… and that is exactly how I feel right now…all of those questions and answers tell a story, but what is the story, what does it mean altogether ?
I will not be satisfied until I can formulate the question that is in me until I understand how it all adds up.. not until I can put into words what I feel inside…
A question is tantamount to a plan, the search for answers suggests a direction and keeps us moving forward…without a question, we are at the mercy of the universe…
Some folks spend their whole lives without a question, floating along with what they think they should be doing, what is easy and obvious… for some this works, they naturally find their right partners and careers – and their purpose – but many go through life vaguely dissatisfied, dealing only with the superficialities of their lives, discontented… wondering why the universe is not delivering what they want…the trouble is, without formulating a question or direction, the universe doesn't know what you want…
The upside of my ill-health was recognizing that I had a an important question in me… I'm not satisfied with the questions and the answers I have had… there is something more that I want to know… I'm on a quest for that bigger, deeper, all-encompassing question… I'll let you know when I find it.
So, have you thought about it, do you have a questions about the purpose of some events in your life? What's your question? What quest are you on?
PS My clients have learned that they must have a purpose to their reading, they must have a question in order for me to connect with their energy so I can see the flow, and the story in the cards…
If you want a good reading, prepare your questions, otherwise you could get a reading that's all about romance when what you really wanted to know was when you would get that promotion you've been after. Having a question offers the reader a starting point and a direction for the reading… a lot more information may come up, but giving your reader a question is a sure way of getting your priorities dealt with.. Sometimes a client will struggle with their question, so I will ask what made them want to come and see me, what is most important in their lives at this time… this always produces a question, often several…
My roommate Jo was expecting another girlfriend to go out for the evening. But when Emily arrived, she said she needed to talk to me first… Her problem was that all the clocks in the house stopped at 12:10 AM.. She and her husband would reset the clocks. but sure enough, the clocks would again stop at 12:10. Immediately I asked if she knew anyone who had died at that time… and there was one, a good friend who had recently died in a motorcycle accident.
When I connected with him, he told me he was very worried about his partner. He could see that she was considering suicide, she was in such grief… he wanted Emily to visit her, to help her…she was a little doubtful of this information because her friend was a strong woman so checking out didn't seem plausible. Still, the next time she saw her she decided to talk about it with Emily despite her opinion. To her surprise, her friend had indeed briefly considered leaving this planet to be with her partner.
Having explained the problem with the clocks,, I thought I had done my job for this couple, but there was more to this story.
A few days later, Emily called me… her question: "what does it mean when your washing machine is filled with water?" The water was clear, but she said her machine could not possibly have filled, not just because she hadn't started it, but also because the water was out of order in this machine's cycle.
I was pretty sure that this was about some emotional clearing and healing but I needed to talk with my teacher for her insights on this situation. She knew what it meant… she said that the clear water indicated that the dead partner wanted his girlfriend to know that all was forgiven, there was no karma attached to her from his death… that's when the whole story came out.
Emily's friends were not getting along so well.. She left him, but after a week she came back – on the day of the accident…. Earlier in the day they had started an argument… she had left him because he spent a lot of his time drinking with his biker friends… and when she arrived home, he was already quite drunk and so were his buddies… His partner was livid, the argument got quite heated and continued until his friends all left… that's when he decided to go too…He was quite drunk, but he got on his bike anyway to escape the argument, so he took off… in less than an hour she got the call that her partner had been in an accident, was thrown off his bike and sadly had died almost immediately.
The woman blamed herself for the accident, wishing they had not argued that day, that she had kept her mouth shut about the drinking, but she just couldn't let go of the feeling that he put his bike, his buddies and the bottle ahead of her… and so the fight began… and ended with his death.
The water in her machine was about his letting his partner know that all was forgiven, that she was not to blame for his stubbornness, and certainly not for his accident.
When Emily gave her friend the information, she cried, and felt a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders… she knew now that she could let go of her guilt and move on… End of story… except for one interesting little bit… when all was done with his partner, I asked him why he had come to me, he didn't know me… his answer was simple, "you were the only one nearby who had her lights on"… it seems that when you are on the other side, you can tell who you can pass messages to because they have a particular glow to them, thus the term "having your lights on."
Later my guides said that I had a sign posted in rhe astral plane: "will take messages, on condition that you leave as soon as you have your answers."
This weird incident occurred about 6 months after the abduction events. In the last few months I had read for a few close friends as practice; then word got out that I could read the Tarot, and that I was pretty good at it… One afternoon, I was approached by an acquaintance with a request… Danielle, there are three of us who want readings, could we set something up with you? Although I was a few years into my training with Esther, I said no, I just didn't feel comfortable yet reading for people I didn't know, and even more importantly, I had a very good job, and there were professional psychics who needed the revenue much more than I did. Instead, I offered to find a good psychic who could read for us all… thinking of Esther especially, but when I asked her, she was busy that evening. So I looked into the Classifieds in the paper and sure enough there were several psychics listed… one of the ads jumped out at me.
The call was answered by a man with quite a deep voice, made me feel comfortable, his prices were reasonable, he could bring another psychic so it would go more quickly and they could come on the day we wanted. Great! All set for an interesting evening of fun… What did I know…
On the night of our little psychic party, I was more than a little surprised when I opened the door. The older man, the one I made the arrangements with, was wearing a black rather bohemian shirt, the type that was popular in those days, and around his neck were several heavy gold chains with various medallions attached. Behind him stood a quiet, rather reticent young man, the second psychic. He was plainly dressed – almost formally – sports jacket, light coloured shirt, and a nicely pressed pair of pants. He made quite a contrast to the older psychic.
Before they arrived, we had agreed that the girl who initiated the gathering, and her friend would be first… but our plan was tossed out the window, when the older man said, "No, I'm here to read for you. my friend will read for the others." I was a little blown away at being the center of this man's attention, but instinct and curiosity led me to acquiesce… what did this man think was so important for me to know?
I settled the other psychic and my friends with tea and coffee, and then went to the dining room where the older psychic was waiting for me… Whew…He gave me one of the most intense, almost frightening readings I have had in my life.. he kept emphasizing that I had a great gift and could help many people… he went on and on about what I was capable of as a psychic, warned me to accept myself and be willing to do the work. He told me I would face many obstacles, that my health and finances would be an issue from time to time, my son would challenge me – I would be tempted to give up on him, but wouldn't. He said that I would travel and that I would be able to connect with ancient beings and travel to many realms… (All of which manifested over the years.) Towards the end of the session, he began talking about being part of a group of psychics intent on helping each other to get stronger, to go deeper and higher, to discover new realms and learn to make magic… I don't know why, but I kept hearing inside that I should say no, perhaps it was my Higher Self who said "you work alone"… and so I told the psychic that my guides intended me to work alone, I had been told to avoid becoming part of any group energy.
Soon after the men left, but not before giving each of us a neon pink calling card and offering to come any time. And that was the end of that… or so I thought.
About two weeks later I received a call from the psychic who had read for me. He was determined to have me become a member of this group… I learned a little more… there is a sense that he was talking about the group assembling in a location north of Winnipeg, Manitoba.. When I looked for myself, I "saw" a room that appeared to be rather dark, rough looking; a number of people were working at desks, in fact it looked like a classroom with a large white board at the front of the room. When I peeked in, the room was deadly quiet, and very cold. At that point I said it was ridiculous to even think of such a move, my son needed my attention and support… the pressure heightened… he promised that I could bring my son, that they had a small school set up for the children belonging to members of the group…he spoke of how all our needs would be taken care of, and again that we would reach unknown heights and depths with the training that could be gained through working with this group. Again I declined, told him not to bother calling me again about this "opportunity" – my answer would remain the same. The conversation ended politely, he acknowledged my strength in going it alone, wished me well and we hung up.
Over the next months I would smile when I noticed the pink card tucked at the back of my wallet, it reminded me of how strange that night was….
Then came the day about 4 months after the first gathering, that one of the girls suggested we have another … but when we looked for the pink cards, they had each disappeared – even though each of us had noticed it in our wallets in the past week or two. It would not have been strange if one or two of us had suddenly lost their card, but for all four of them to seemingly go up in smoke was just a little too spooky.
(I hadn't learned that I was a spook yet…)
Some years later I learned that around the time of the reading incident, the CIA was gathering good psychics together, specifically for remote viewing to see if they could track what was happening in Russia.
Still, the incident of the disappearing pink cards, the appearance of the two strange psychic men remain a fascinating mystery.
How have the members of the Global Psychic team known what to say to the many questions posed by our clients and visitors? Few of us have had any formal training.. in my case I was fortunate to be guided to a teacher.. from our first meeting, she knew that I would be her student, Esther was not only a wonderful teacher, she was also a great friend and an incredible guide.
For the next eight or nine years, Esther shared her knowledge with me. She taught me the Tarot and how to deal with paranormal events and most importantly, she taught me to respect the work, to take it seriously.. she took a deep spiritual approach to any form of psychic work… over the years I learned that she had a degree in philosophy and that she had an extensive knowledge of the bible and both the Catholic and Jewish faiths, as well as knowing the meaning of signs and symbols and a variety of paranormal events. I tell you this to introduce you to a series of paranormal events that have occurred in my life, to explain a little of how it is that we can answer so many different questions… and because Esther is at the heart of this first story.
It is only in retrospect that I realized the truth of this story that goes back to the late 70's when I lived out west.. It begins with a desperate call from Esther, late in the night, so I knew it had to be urgent. She didn't say why but asked me to get to her as quickly as I could, she needed my help… her son had suddenly appeared at her door, seemed to be quite disoriented, lost… A few years before, Harry got caught up in drugs,, especially cocaine, but he had been clear for more than a year, and besides, this scene was nothing I had ever seen before… someone had been messing with his brain.
When I arrived Harry was sitting in an armchair, acting and speaking very strangely. He seemed to have lost track of time. The only clear statement we could get out of him was that "He was the wrong one"… otherwise his words came out garbled or in singsong. Some lines of his constant "poetry" held information, clues, so we needed to be attentive, any probing had to be gentle, calm, unafraid. He was restless, couldn't sit still, ended up laying on the floor where he could roll around some. Over the next few hours of listening, questioning and focusing psychically, we were able to put some pieces together.
The first was that there had been a female and two large males in the room with Harry.. the room was quite sparse, the sense that there was nothing else in the room besides the bed and a night stand that seemed to be covered in a white cloth and a number of strange looking instruments. What we could see (through remote viewing) appeared to be a hotel room, except for the lack of furniture and the extremely bright lights. We saw the woman gave him a needle in his arm and soon after he was unable to move any part of his body… but he could still hear most of what was being said… the statement that he was the wrong one seemed to indicate that they had targeted a specific individual and Harry was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, they decided to work on Harry.
Finally, by 5 AM, it was clear that we couldn't get anything more intelligible from Harry and because I would have to be at work by 8, I said good bye… but not before both Esther and I simultaneously received a very powerful message telepathically. " You must never speak of this to anyone, particularity any authorities.. There will be consequences We know where you live."
The story doesn't end there, at least not for me.. when I got home I had the strong sense of being watched… we lived across the street from a small strip mall with a large parking lot…it would be easy to watch my home from that vantage point. Over the next few days, I felt I was being followed by two men in black, driving a black car. By the third night, I was so spooked, I asked a good friend if my son and I could stay for the night. We slept on the floor, but it was comforting to know that Tom was in the next room… at this point, telepathically, I contacted "them" whoever they were. (At that time I knew nothing about the Men in Black, was not even faintly interested in making contact with alien life, barely paid attention to any talk or stories of UFO's, let alone abuctions.). Whatever force we had come upon that night with Harry left me afraid…, very afraid .. so I promised to keep my mouth shut…. if they would go away and leave my son and I alone. They replied by telling me that they would be watching. As a result, until the mid 90's, I kept a very low profile, focused on my job, and even listed the phone under my son's name. Fortunately, I haven't had any further contact from these men in black.
Eventually Harry recovered some, although he was never the same after that night. We simply accepted what had happened was another strange paranormal experience, a mystery. I wanted to help but, unexplainably I was involved in something I just couldn't make sense of… Until recently. After reading a number of abduction stories, now I believe that we had witnessed the results of an abduction.. the people we saw were shape shifters, my sense is that they were reptilian.. neither Esther nor I could explain the occasional images of what looked like dinosaurs with scaly skin… again, now I know what this means.. Since then, I have seen and felt the men in black around but they have not approached. And thanks to my guides, I have discovered that not all aliens are the same… Ahkbar the alien has also explained this and to use my intuition to warn me how to see and avoid certain alien energies..
And so began my connection with forces from other worlds… but those stories will have to wait.
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