I am so deeply grateful to find you here and to do this work that has unfolded for me. It is a joy and a blessing to me, and I have discovered it can be for you as well.
There has never been a time in my life in which I wasn’t deeply aware of those here in spirit. I can tell you truthfully that I was often terrified as a young girl. My religious training suggested darkness, evil, and madness in spiritual seeing and psychic knowing. And yet there they were, and here I was. I tried to shut it all down. I prayed for peace.
A beautiful spirit made himself known to me when I was a little girl – although I didn’t really know then that it was so. But I could hear him and see him in my mind’s eye. Perhaps it was the fact that I didn’t see him in the physical plane (as I did so many others) that abated my fears. He shared with me sweet images and stories to tell my little sister, who shared a room with me. He talked a lot about her dolls and gardens and wildlife. He painted beautiful, peaceful pictures that calmed my heart. I know my sister loved them, too. He told me that his name was Mike.
I’ve not heard from Mike in years – but I can feel him still. I know he has offered his love and support throughout my lifetime. I know he guides and guards and loves my sister, too. He’ll be waiting when it’s time for me to transition this life. This I know.
I found some solace from my fears in my teens. A teacher at my religious school offered a class that dug into some history and development of my familial religion – and while it may not have been her intention, my eyes were opened and a weight was lifted. About this time, I also learned that a beloved aunt of mine – one who had always seen me and knew me – had her own strong psychic abilities and intuition. She introduced me to crystals and divination. She guided me to angels. It was a shift I needed.
I had always been a deeply spiritual girl, and my relationship with Spirit expanded. Through hardships and losses, through tears and triumphs, I deepened my spiritual connection and my inner knowing. I was drawn to tarot and read often for myself – and in growing numbers, for family and friends. I could have carried on in this way forever.
And then… and then… and then… my beautiful and beloved eldest son – my heart, my light, my love – died suddenly and tragically. My baby. The bottom fell out of my world. I stood at the edge of the bottomless cliff. I screamed the silent screams that bereaved parents know so well.
Oh, my Kenny.
It is a journey I would never have chosen consciously on this plane (although I know full well that he and I did choose this path). My losses and challenge in this life have been profound – molestation, abandonment, emotional abuse and neglect, infertility, abject heartache – and none of it – none of it – holds a candle to this loss.
I can tell you in truth – in truth today – that none of it holds a candle to the profound grace, sanctity, and unbridled blessing of my son and Spirit connecting with me now and working with me to bring healing and peace to those suffering and in pain. I know fully that my son lives. I know fully that we all do – we are endless and eternal. We are truly the children of the divine. And we can and do communicate with one another.
Many dismiss connections as coincidences, luck, happenstance, and freak occurrences. Many share their stories of connection in shock and hushed tones. We are quick to cast aspersions at those who see and know. The truth is that we all can see and know. We all work in the same plane through our own intuition and feelings.
In the work I do now, I have come to accept that it is okay for me to know. My fears are long gone. I have claimed confidence – which is a choice. And I have discovered that Spirit has offered grace beyond my imaginings.
I am so deeply grateful. And I look forward to working with you and those you love. Blessed be, dear ones.
