Paranormal Phenomena
Learn To Trust Your Inner Voice
While meditating one afternoon and deep in the alpha state, I heard a male voice say to me: “You need to work, because someone needs you and needs to hear the message that you were given last night.” I was not feeling very social and certainly not feeling much like working, but the voice was crystal clear.
I kept meditating and let it soak in. I mentally asked this voice to show or tell me how and what could this message be? Then I immediately saw an image of my dream journal.
Once conscious, I went over in my mind what I had just heard. Then I went to my room and grabbed my dream journal, which I keep by my head when I sleep. I always keep a clip on night light, so that I can see when I’m recording all my dreams – I often record them throughout the night. Over the past ten years I’ve gotten really good at waking myself up after a really good dream and writing down all I can remember. Continue reading
The Disappointed Jesus In London
To be fair, I did not visit to the city of London solely for esoteric purposes, but I found the energy signature quite different and stark there, compared to Athens and Berlin.
I found the atmosphere in Berlin, for example, electric, yet peaceful. Stepping off the U-Bahn at Wittenberg Platz in the middle of the high season, I was engulfed by a comforting low-level hum of German families and tourists doing their Saturday afternoon window shopping. The people here did not seem to have a care in the world. The streets were crowded , much like that of London, but not once did I feel a sense of angst or claustrophobia. The warm buzz was actually quite welcoming and pleasant… and this is major coming from a highly strung empath like myself.
Berlin woke me up on a Sunday morning with the nostalgic chiming of church bells. I was staying inside one of the surviving wings of the Neues Schauspielhaus on Nollendorf Platz, in the Schöneberg district of Berlin. It was built in 1905 as a theatre and concert hall, in the then fashionable Art Nouveau style. Maybe Bertold Brecht was there in the 1920s, discussing his plays with someone in the very room I slept in that night, or maybe the bands Depeche Mode or The Human League used it as a dressing room in the 1980s. While those bells were ringing in the distance, I almost expected Christopher Isherwood’s character Sally Bowles to sneak down the corridor of this old building, back from a busy, decadent night’s work at the Kit Kat Club cabaret. Continue reading
The Angels In Our Daily Lives
We see movies about them around Christmas time; stories about how an Angel was sent to a certain family with a message of hope. We see Angels delivering messages in works of art and we hear about them in popular holiday songs. But are they real?
I believe we do get signs and guidance from Angels, and sometimes they even save our lives. Whenever I am asked to assist with ghost hunting, I always ask for help and protection from the Angels. They have never failed me.
One cold winter morning on my way to work I was about ten miles from my exit on the highway. I was feeling ill, but my sick days had run out and I needed the money, so I had to go in. I had taken some cold medication before I left home. I was in the far right lane and was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Continue reading
Spirit’s Many Unusual Ways To Make Contact
I have always been fascinated by the many ways the spirits of loved ones use to get someone’s attention after they passed away.
In the past I have written about how my grandfather employed different means to get my attention after he passed away, including the smell of cigar smoke and mysterious phone calls.
For several years I kept smelling grandpa’s cigar smoke. And before I knew my grandfather passed away, I got two phone calls from him on my parents old black phone. Later in life I received another phone call from him on my way home after a very long trip.
Since my father’s passing I get the smell of cigar smoke, just like I did with my grandfather. It is not exactly the same type of smell, but I know it is him. Continue reading
Four Focus Points To Validate Connection
All psychics do not work in the same way when they do readings. I often receive validations for my connection with a client using four focus points.
The first is smells I receive through clairolfaction. The smell can be anything I pick up, from flowers or tobacco, to perfume, and even food. When I pick up such a smell, I know it is a way for my spirit guide to let me know that she is communicating to me from the client’s spirit guide. The smell is always somehow relevant to the particular client.
Many times, when I do a love reading for a female client, I pick up on a male scent. Regardless if it is aftershave or shower gel, it is a way for communication from my spirit guide to my client. They might ask, “well, I have not heard from him for a while” or “when will he come back into my life” or “why is he acting this way?” Now, if the smell is becoming stronger to me it’s going to happen sooner and if it fades way there might delays. Continue reading
The Haunted Typewriter
When I was growing up my mother had a typewriter that had been in the family for a long time. I never knew much about its history.
One day I was invited to a family reunion at my aunt and uncle’s house. After my mother had passed away I never had much contact with them. We sat around and talked about my mother being a psychic and how she experienced many paranormal stuff as a child. My aunt took out a family photo album she had shown me before and in one of the pictures there was a picture of an old, black typewriter. She told me that it was a 1920’s Royal typewriter and that my grandfather received it as payment for working on someone house. The homeowners didn’t have the money to pay him for his services. Continue reading
The Shaman’s Schmetterling In Gottsdorf
In my previous blog I shared the story of the sign I received from the ancient oracle during my visit to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. Well, the magical presence of the butterfly totem did not end with my visit to Greece. In all of the other countries I was to visit on this particular European tour, I would encounter butterflies at every sacred site, and during special moments I shared with significant others.
The miracle continued when I arrived at a country inn in Gottsdorf, outside Berlin, Germany. This was to be the venue for a four day meditation seminar I was attending. The event was set to take place in a cozy Yoga studio attached to the small hotel.
The moment I entered this room, I noticed a small altar the seminar organizer had set up for the time we would be working in this space. The display was charming and colorful, but that was not what drew my attention. No, what struck me instantaneously was the large, vibrant butterfly hanging on the brick wall behind the altar.
Yes, indeed. I had received yet another mystical route marker along this personal odyssey into self-realization. This time the butterfly was not black and white, like the one who came to whisper in my ear at Delphi. Instead a brightly colored paper butterfly waved hello to me from above! It was like a psychedelic kaleidoscope reminiscent of the shapes one sometimes sees in sacred geometry art… or tie-died T-shirts from the 60s. Continue reading