I See Dead People, and Some Really Cute Stuff on Home Shopping Channels

The nights of an insomniac and a mom of an infant are basically the same. Thanks to 24 hour news channels, I am SUPER up on current events. I feel like I have personal friendship with Isaac Mizrahi and I love his ENTIRE collection on QVC. We are totally besties. Also, caffeine. Lots of it. Cannot get enough. *twitch*

Middle of the night is a great time to binge watch Game of Thrones. 

Except, during my long nights I occasionally “see” people, dead people who are waiting around for me to either:

A. Get to their loved one’s email reading

Or

B. Hanging out in preparation for their loved ones in person appointment the next day.

This week, everything was the usual in my middle of the night routine, except that I don’t have a squeaky rocking chair, and I kept on hearing a squeaky rocking chair. Feeding after feeding the squeaking got louder and louder, yet I could not find where it was coming from. As I stumbled around the darkness of my kitchen, the noise level didn’t change wherever I went.  While my ear was to the ice maker in the fridge, as I attempted to rule out appliance failure, I felt a comforting presence with me and I smelled a cinnamon fragrance of a pipe.

“Okay,” I said quietly, “Send me your people and I will read them.” The squeaking stops.

Next day, I get a request for an email reading from a woman who just lost her beloved grandfather. She sends me his pictures. As soon as I open them his presence hits me like a ton of bricks. I hear the squeaking again.

In her email reading, I ask if grandpa had a squeaky rocking chair. I share that I have been hearing this for about 12 hours before her request of a reading. “Yes,” she replies “An old ugly squeaking rocking chair that was his favorite.” She continues by saying she grew up visiting the house and the comforting smells of grandpa’s pipe were part of her best memories. 

I never hear the squeaking again. 

Supermarket Psychic

Infant and chocolate chip muffin ingredients in my grocery cart, I quickly scanned the checkout lines to "tune in" to which one would get me out of the place the quickest. I was on a time line, fifteen minutes past my five month old's feeding and although she was looking like a sleeping angel, I knew the child was a ticking time bomb. 

As I surveyed the scene scanning various energy combinations of each line configuration I distinctly heard a voice of a man telling me to turn around and find his daughter. As I did just that, there she was, head in the freezer contemplating which bag of frozen peas to go with. 

I walked over to her, hoping her father would help her not see me as insane. 

"Hi! I don't mean to make you nervous but I am a medium and I get messages from time to time when I'm out and about that I can't ignore."

She looked up at me, saw my "mom at the grocery store" look and decided she didn't have to run away. She said hello and I continued.

"Well," I said, "is your father in Spirit?" 

Her eyes welled up with tears and I put my hand on her wrist.

"He literally told me to walk over to you and say that he loves you."

At this she smiled, telling me how pushy he could be. 

"He is sorry you didn't say get to say goodbye but he went quickly."

At this moment I started getting major chest pains and I couldn't breathe. 

"He had a heart attack, and it happened quick." 

She nodded through tears and my pain went away. I felt him long to speak to his son, and I saw a new baby that he was holding. 

"You have a brother and he is about to have his first child?" She confirmed this with a teary smile. "Your dad is around you all, and I am told you just started a job. I feel like you work with children." 

She told me she just got her first teaching job at a pre school. We talked for a while longer at which point I remembered I had to get out of there before baby Abby woke up. 

We said good bye and as I turned around I saw that all the lines were clear. 

Shouting out a silent "thank you!" to her dad in Spirit I booked it out of there just in time.

Finished product... So good. 

Where the Paranormal meets the Normal... The Everyday Life of a Psychic.

So a little about me... I am a fourth generation Psychic Medium. Most importantly, I am also a wife to a great guy and a mom to two amazing girls.

I was born into a family of generational psychics. At about five years old I began realizing that not everyone was seeing Spirit like I was. My entire life I have spent conversing with children, relatives and guides from the other side.

Being brought up in an equally psychic family I came to understand that the paranormal world is not always embraced nor recognized by society. I have learned to live a very "normal" life with very abnormal abilities.

My strengths are my faith in God, belief in the afterlife and continued belief that life is a never ending loop, lifetime to lifetime, with periodic rests in the celestial realms...also a very much needed sense of humor.

I specialize in reading people, in person or through pictures, seeing past, present and future events as well as interpreting Spirit messages from guides and loved ones who have passed. I can see auras and I also read palms. I am currently based in South Florida, but have read for clients all over the globe.

I hope to accomplish with this blog, an exchange of a little insight into the world interpreted through the eyes of someone who lives between two worlds...and someone who can totally call out a sick kid ruining the weekend three days before it happens.