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In the late 80's a group of up to 30 people began gathering in my living room every Monday night to explore our mutual interest in spirituality and to develop the ability to channel. (Channelling is a way of connecting with spirit. In some cases the spirit will speak directly through the channel to the audience and the trance channel does not know what is being said. I am a conscious channel so I was very aware of what my guides said or intended to say to the group…. but as you will see, they had a way of getting passed my blocks when needed.)

One evening, Erika arrived with a batch of sticks in her arms.  I was curious, but busy getting everyone settled with some food and a beverage. When it was my turn to channel, I closed my eyes and connected with Isaiah, my primary guide. As soon as Isaiah made his appearance, Erika asked me to hold out my arms where she put that bundle of twigs and posed this challenge. "If it is true as you say that we are one with all and so all of nature is conscious, these twigs have seen something dramatic in our history and you should be able to tell us what it is."

I immediately caught an image of President Kennedy walking on a grassy knoll holding little Caroline's hand… what was interesting to me was that JFK was in black and white, but Caroline's image was in living colour, she was wearing a cute little beige fitted cloth coat with brown leather buttons and trim around the collar and waist  with a matching bonnet, – I can  still see her… looking back over her father's hand…. but I wouldn't make the connection between the image and the sticks, I couldn't believe that I was getting the right message… I knew Erika had been visiting someone in Texas, but I thought she had gone to Houston…. so instead, I bought some time to process what I had seen, I told the group that I would speak of the twigs after answering everyone else's questions….

Finally, I couldn't avoid it, all the questions had been answered and I was again being asked to tell the group where these twigs had come from, what they had seen.  I heard myself saying "The memory in these twigs is akin to the memories of a child being told a story by their grandfather." And again came the image of JFK and his daughter, but this time I understood why the president was in black and white… In a flash, I cut the connecton with Isaiah and blurted out that the twigs had to be from the grassy knoll near the JFK assassination…. when my eyes flew open I knew I was right as I looked around to see a circle of open mouths and stunned faces…. no more stunned than I…

…. it seems that no matter how long you work and play with other realms, it can still be a shock to discover a truth and so be affirmed in the work…

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From the beginning of time, we have used stories to teach values and instill the beliefs that elicit behaviour fitting with the local cultural mores. As we grow up, many different stories come to us. Parables, spiritual writings, nursery rhymes, history and mystery, fiction and science… all stories to tell us about our world and what is expected of us. We especially love those stories of triumph, stories of heroes, people who succeed despite the odds… They inspire us to believe in ourselves, to have hope and faith…. 

But did you ever think of yourself as the central character, the hero of your own story?  We each have a story that acts as a framework for our public persona, it drives our decisions, is reflected in our self-esteem, guides our behaviour.

Each of our personal stories is written from the events of our life, some significant, like a life-changing accident, many from the patterns that became repetitive, like attracting the same type of difficult partner into your life or chronic financial issues… Our stories act like the backstory for a character in a script or a novel.. they dictate the way we play out our roles in life.

Too often our stories act like an excuse to explain why we haven't accomplished what we expected of ourselves – they give us a crutch to lean on as we work our way through our script…. the problem is that we tend not to notice that we have been managing our life, making our decisions and choices, taking action, based on our backstory – so we don't realize that we may have limited ourselves based on the beliefs it represents… Ellen DeGeneres is a beautiful example of someone whose backstory – being a gay comedian – appeared to limit her career for a time… but those limits were placed on her by others… she was not stopped by her backstory, but instead used it as way of not only succeeding for herself, but also opening the door for so many others to move past what has been perceived as a limiting backstory.

Chances are, you are holding some limiting beliefs about life and about yourself. It is a useful exercise to check in on our stories from time to time, to notice how they are influencing our choices – and to consider options that might not appear to fit with our stories. Our stories tell us what we believe about ourselves and our world and can support us – or hold us back – from achieving our goals.

I challenge you to think about your own stories… consider the ways that your stories influence your choices. Notice also all of the different backstories that influence your choices… for example every family has a backstory that explains certain attitudes and relationships. What makes life so interesting is that the same story may be perceived differently by different members of the same family or group….and each one is right… but that's a story for another day….

In the meantime, if you've been feeling blocked or stuck, or restless, anxious, or even depressed, take some time to evaluate your story, and all the stories that have impacted your life.  You will probably find some useful insights that can help you to push ahead.

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Happy Spring!!!

I am always so happy to welcome spring, and with it the longer days, warmer temperatures, fresh smells, bright colours… flowers bright against ground that had been snow covered just weeks before…

We have just passed the Vernal or Spring Equinox…marking a time of renewal and rejuvenation… we are challenged now to let go of the past and look to the future – what seeds will we plant, what do we wish to harvest? Spring is a time of planning, and planting, renewing and refreshing…

The Vernal Equinox, like the autumn equinox and the summer and winter solstices has its own spiritual meaning. Each Equinox is a time of balance, it reminds us to keep our balance as we press forward….But the Vernal Equinox focuses us on rebirth, opening up, attracting fresh new energy into our lives and circumstances.  This date marks the New Year for some cultures and it does indeed mark a time of new beginnings, new opportunities, new growth.

For me, spring is uplifting… I was so happy to hear the birds singing last week… soon the trees will bud and the first spring flowers will colour the landscape.  It is still very cold in this part of the world, hovering around the freezing mark, but we know the long dark days of winter have passed… warmer, brighter days are inevitably ahead.

Spring Cleaning makes it easier for us to take advantage of the fresh energy that is filtering in… a tradition that has value and meaning, not just because it contributes to healthy living, but because it clears the air, gets rid of what is old and stale… We are reminded now to clear our homes – and also to look inward, to clear the cobwebs in our minds…

Take time now to evaluate your goals for the year and perhaps to set new goals… consider your plans, how you can accomplish what you wish, and then get into action, one step at a time. This is what spring is about..

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None of us can escape the past. Whether or not you believe in past lives, if only in this life, your present has been shaped by your past, by the conditioning, the environment, the people and events that led to who and where you are today. It can be relatively easy to pinpoint events from what happened in the past in this life, sourcing our issues is made much more complicated when we consider the impact of past lives.
 
Most of us have had many different lifetimes on planet earth. Often past life memories can account for that sense of instant knowing when we meet someone new. More importantly, knowledge of our past lives can shed light on present day issues, enabling us to overcome negative patterns… but when an old love is involved, we can be tempted to get lost in the past… we risk repeating old patterns.
I’ve experienced some things in my past that I would like to know about. I’ve heard a man’s voice whisper to me. I became friends with a woman who says she is a medium. She told me that the man I heard was a love from my past who committed suicide because I left him for some reason. Is that possible? She said that he is always around and doesn’t want to leave. I saw him once while I was in bed with my eyes closed. He looked very kind and happy. I’d like to know if he is waiting for something? Also, is it possible for a spirit to still be in love with someone that they had a relationship with in their past who is reincarnated now? What’s really strange is that I feel I know his personality and I feel that I want to be with him and that I miss him.  I just wanted to know why I feel this way? Last question, is it possible for him and I to be reincarnated in our next life together to try our relationship again, I’m thinking no, since he wasn’t in this life. Please help me understand this. Thank you, Zoey.
The bonds of love transcend the dimensions of time and space. So, yes, it is possible for someone in spirit to still love and want to be with someone who is here on planet earth. However, whether or not there is a past life connection with this spirit, you must stay in present time…
 
I can understand your feelings – have myself felt that my true life-partner is not present on the planet at this time, yet I feel his presence and get to missing him from time to time… but he is not here, and I am, and I have a life to live… don’t let yourself get caught up in a relationship that can’t be. What the medium told you certainly is possible, and old bonds do carry over from one life to the next, from body to spirit and spirit to body…love is not bound by time and space… but don’t get lost in space… OK?  There can be a lot of reasons why he hasn’t reincarnated.. it depends on what each soul needs to resolve or to develop in order for it to continue to evolve whether or  two souls will reconnect in a subsequent life… In this case, where and with whom your spirit-love reincarnates will depend on whether or not he is able to shed light on why he chose to end his life and to heal, at least partially.
 
Says our old friend Phil, (R.I.P.): The thing about past lives is that we have the need and responsibility to move beyond them, so that we don’t repeat those same mistakes, and we get to live our lives in the here and now, not back in the there and then. In other words, the past is prologue, and every day we get to begin a new chapter. It’s also important to know that the only thing that stays the same about a soul after it leaves this plane is your memory of that person. Their soul has moved on to complete their cycle, unless they haven’t fully released their bond to this world completely. You keeping them alive in some way is working to the detriment for all of you, so I’d strongly recommend wishing them all a fond adieu, in order for you to move ahead.
 
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Affection As An Expression Of Love

We love and are loved by a lot of different people – family, friends, colleagues, even the cashier at the grocery store where we shop every Friday. We show our love in the warmth of our smiles, in the time we take to listen to the people in our lives, in our willingness to help another… in the ways that we are affectionate with the people we care for… There’s more than hugs and kisses and saying I love you to showing someone we care for them. Affection is the way we tell those we love that we are conscious of our attachment – and happy about it!
 
Being affectionate with the ones you love won’t guarantee that the relationships will last, but an absence of affection in a relationship usually means it won’t.
 
Although for some, affection must be learned, once learned, it needs to become a habit, a way we are with people naturally … loving gestures identify us as warm and caring people… being affectionate says that I’m the kind of person you can reach out to when you are hurting, or someone you want to celebrate with… affection deepens the bonds of friendship – it acknowledges and reaffirms our love….
 
Because affection suggests approval and support, it is as important to be affectionate with our children, friends and family, as it is to be affectionate with that special someone.

So what is a loving, affectionate gesture? Here are some examples:
  • Praise the person you care for….  acknowledge a job well done… Give someone a pat on the back, a compliment, a thumb's up!
  • Give a hug or a reassuring (gentle!) squeeze of a shoulder, an arm, a knee,…or a soft poke in the side…or blow them a kiss…
  • Drop a "love note" in their lunch box or briefcase…
  • Put up with the cold to watch him play hockey at 5 in the morning – or be first to the farmer’s market so you can choose the best plants for her garden…
  • Flick lint off his jacket, or brush a stray strand of hair from her face….
  • Help her into the car, or massage his stiff neck…
     
I could go on and on with a myriad of small gestures that express our affection, that show we care…. Affection won’t replace the kisses and I Love You’s, but it reinforces them. Loving gestures tell someone you’re thinking of them, even when you’re apart, and more importantly, they make the object of your affection feel valued, wanted, trusted, safe  – loved.
 
Express your love – reach out and touch someone…
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Images With Messages

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.

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My Health:

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.

Our Order Processing System

We are in the process of updating the system … the admin side of our shopping cart is basically broken and we have not been able to find the glitch that has made order payment a challenge. However, it will take some time for us to install the new software and load it with data… soooo… we do have an alternate way of arranging payment… You can either call in with your order or complete the reading submission form… once I have your email, it becomes very simple to arrange the payment… and right now we need your business.

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.

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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…

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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."

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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.

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