I could practically hear my daughters’ eyes roll. Someone had just asked them if they had the same mystical gifts as me. They laughed and said, almost simultaneously, “No. We’re not going into the family business.”
Of course, I knew that they both had leanings towards those gifts. I never pressured them to believe in God or Spirit, or even Dr. Peebles. But, later in life one daughter admitted that she used her gift of clairaudience to “cheat” on multiple choice tests in school by dropping her pencil on the floor and then asking the universe for the answer. (The universe was always right.) And, one of their favorite games was finding the Barbie doll that I would hide somewhere in the house by using their remote viewing skills. They would close their eyes and try to “see” where it was hidden. I would say, “On your marks, get set, GO!” and they would race to find it. Their remote viewing skills became so acute that the game essentially became a race to the exact spot where the doll was hidden. No searching required. The amazing thing was, I didn’t teach them how to do this other than saying, “Close your eyes and see if you can see where the Barbie is hidden,” and they did it quite naturally. Thankfully, at the very least, they both to this day are exceptionally good at trusting their intuition; a skill which I believe is squashed out of most people who are constantly told from birth that what they feel/believe/see/hear is “just” their imagination (as if God gave us an imagination for no reason). And, they talk to God, Spirit and the Universe in their own beautiful ways.
I never wanted to push them into any way of being, living, or thinking, other than to be kind and good people, to not lie, and to keep their promises. I left their educational choices up to them, and never pressured them to do their homework. When one of my daughters was lax about it, she was nearly held back a grade. I had a meeting with her teachers, and when I got home I said, “Whelp, looks like you’re going to be held back a grade if you don’t step up and do your homework,” and then asked her if she’d like some ice cream. She passed that year with all A’s, and moved on to the next grade. I never once prompted her to do her homework.
Now they are grown and married women, and they are kind and honest and keep their promises. I’m so proud of them. Through their choices and perceptions (not through compliance demanded by me or anyone else) they created their own beautiful realities, as they labor in love.
“To thine own self be true” is an empowering statement that is often not heeded. People seek someone to “follow” and “become like.” One day I received a phone call from someone at Lilydale, the historic spiritualist community in New York, and he said, “I’ve heard that you have a big following.” What popped out of my mouth next wasn’t very kind, but it was true, “Don’t say the F word around me!” I laughed, “I don’t want a following. I want people to be empowered, to know their own truth and follow that.”
We all have our own journey through life, and I believe that eventually we each learn (in this lifetime or another) that no matter what path we take, whatever twists and turns we take, we end up at the same destination: LOVE. It’s truly a journey to the heart that we are on in our own unique ways.
Through the years I’ve had many beautiful people express their love for my work with Dr. Peebles, and their awe of my abilities as a channel. Some have said, “I want to be just like you!”
But, I would say, “Rather than wanting to be just like me, how about wanting to be just like yourself?”
As Dr. Peebles once said, “Make a fist with your hand. That is the size of your heart. Open it. That is the size of eternity. Touch your face. You have just found and touched the face of God.”
How great thou art. When you realize that you are that which you are seeking, you will discover that all of the answers to the multiple choice tests of life are within.
