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(Without Being Burned At The Stake)
Been there, done that. Being burned at the stake, that is. Sometimes figuratively, and sometimes literally. When I was nine years old I was awakened in the middle of the night by the belief that my house was burning down. Out of a dead sleep (no pun intended) I got up on my knees and groggily pounded the wall next to my bed, “Fire! Fire!” I tried to shout through my exhaustion. Even amidst the playing out of this past lifetime scenario my young logical mind knew that there was no fire there in my bedroom in 1969. But, I was not me…I was a young woman, in the late 1700s, and someone had deliberately set fire to my home. I was about to die because of someone’s belief that I was a witch.
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Shiver Me Timbers, Mates! It’s Pirates! |
For “the many rather than the few” who have witnessed my evolution as a trance medium, there has rarely been a dull moment...and there have, without a doubt, been many FRUSTRATING ones.
Like the times I’ve changed my mind about things. LOTS of things. Like books, and newsletters, and whether or not to continue with private sessions, and where my latest venue will be for open sessions, etc.
Spirit has had me jumping through so many hoops over the last few years that I sometimes don’t know whether I’m coming or going. It’s all about growth and surrendering to the journey.
Part of that growth began in 2000 when I met a wonderful man named Jerry Helmeczi and agreed to read and edit his book, Now That I’m Dead, a true story in which he documented his experience of living in New Jersey, only to discover that real pirate treasure was buried under his house. He dug it up, and put it back. Turns out there were some pretty frisky pirates buried with the treasure, and their spirits pretty much wigged out sweet evangelical Christian Jerry.
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Has Anybody Here Heard My Old Friend Bobby? |
On my path to becoming a trance medium, I spent most of my adolescence and early adult years relentlessly questioning existence itself. I searched for Truth in every idea, every belief system, every way of life. I thought about the possibility of life after death (which to me was a boring black wasteland, where my soul simply floated among the stars). I thought about the concepts of “infinity,” and “forever.” Inspired by the forceful hand and insidious ways of my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. O’Brian, who pounded the hellfire and brimstone of her Catholic belief system into her public school students at every opportunity, I even entertained the prospect that there might be angels among us. I wondered where they came from. I pondered what my role might be in all of this. I prayed for understanding to come to me. I harbored a tremendous fear of death. I was terrified of the dark. I needed absolute knowing—evidence and proof—that God existed. I prayed hard and with sincerity. Each time I prayed, the response from the heavens was to send spirits to my side, to touch me, teach me, talk to me. Mostly, they just scared the shit outta me.
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Joe and I have an interesting relationship. We are about as compatible as two pit bulls in a fighting ring. Still, we have this strange adoration and respect for each other.
I met Joe about a month ago when I took a journey to Los Angeles. We met at a Tuesday night gathering of couples who enjoy playing volleyball and drinking lite beer together. When we were introduced, his blazing blue eyes locked with my granite green ones. There was instant soul recognition. I liked him, but I felt uneasy.
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me hard, and I could feel him send a scope of intuition into my soul. I resented it.
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Out of the Mouth of Babes |
Yup, I’m proud of my kids. Please excuse me while I indulge in telling you another story about my daughters.
You see, they’ve had to weather the storm of Mom’s career choice (er...should I say, the career chose me). In the early days they had to accept the fact that 10-30 strangers might show up at an open session on any given Wednesday to watch spooks speaking using Mommy’s mouth! They’ve worried about what to tell their friends when asked, “What does your Mom do for a living?” There were the inevitable cruelties at school, “My Mom says your Mom is a witch!” And, there were the times that Dr. Peebles talked to them—and sometimes even exposed their secrets, like the time he shocked my youngest daughter when she was seven years old by talking about how she would sneak off to play in the arroyo down the street (and I didn’t even know it!)
They also, like so many kids today, speak their own incredible words of wisdom…like little angels incarnate. My youngest daughter, Bobbi, has an incredible knack for setting me straight.
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