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LIFE AFTER DEATH EVIDENCE – Spirit of Louis Unexpectedly Jumps into Reading – No One Knew He Was Dead!

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I want to give an example of evidence that shows why I believe life after death exists. Although I have had many psychic/mediumistic experiences, I am still skeptical. For me, I need to have what I consider “proof.” The following is an account of a reading that I did last year for someone who lives in the same town as me. This evidence of life after death was even hard for me to ignore. See what you think.

I was reading for a woman I will call “Suzie,” a married woman with several grown children, and was with her father in spirit who was on my left side. Frequently, spirits when talked to “on command” (not spontaneously) will communicate through the mind telepathically and in the mind’s eye with pictures. This was the case with her father.

Suddenly, a man “jumped” in next to me on my right side — I could even feel the “thump” next to me. He shouted quite exhuberently into my ear: “Tell her this is her ex-husband, and tell her that I love her!” I was so startled and I assumed that Suzie, herself, had seen and heard him, but she hadn’t!

I relayed the experience to her, and she stared at me, and asked “Louis?” I said, “Who’s Louis?” Suzie responded: “I was married to him 25 years ago.” I asked when was the last time she had contact with him and she said it was over 20 years ago. I asked if she knew if he had died — she had no idea, although if he were dead, he would have had an untimely, early death and would’ve been probably in his 50s.

I suggested we do an internet search to see if we could find any obituaries about him — we did and none were found. At that, we assumed he was still alive and that my information and experience were invalid.

A year later, Suzie called me to tell me she had had some vivid dreams where she was talking to Louis and she was now ready to finally find out if he was indeed alive or dead.

She came over to my house, and we did another internet search, gathering all the names and numbers of Louis’s in the area where they had lived 25 years ago. We called the various numbers with no success. At that, she remembered his brother’s name and the state that he lived in. Another internet search revealed the phone number.

As I called the number, Suzie began feeding me various details so that his brother would know quite conclusively about whom I was talking when I mentioned Louis.

His brother came to the phone and I asked him if he knew of a man named Louis who was married to this woman named Suzie, and supplied all the details so that he would know exactly about whom I was talking.

He paused, and then said: “I HAD a brother named Louis who was married to her…..but he died five years ago of brain cancer!”

At that, Suzie grabbed the phone from me and began excitedly talking to Louis’s brother. To say we were all surprised, is an understatement. Truly, Louis had managed to communicate quite clearly!

Thus, although I have had many experiences, this one, in particular, was something which neither I nor the person for whom I was reading knew anything. It had been 20 YEARS since she had had contact with Louis. And, yet, he was able to “find” her, to know when she was using me as a tool, and to clearly communicate who he was, his identity, and what he wanted to tell her.

His animation, his “thumping” next to me, his clearly shouting his message — all were unmistakable.

To me, this illustrates not only life after death, but some basic premises of life after death.

First of all, we DO survive. Secondly, we seem to maintain our personalities. Third, we are able to, somehow, “know” when someone we love is using a medium, and to somehow be able to travel to them. We are able to communicate our messages. Now, Louis WAS unique in that way. It takes a very strong spirit to manifest nearly physically, and that IS unusual, which is why it was so evidential to me. Why some seem to be able to break through easily and others have a difficult time, I do not know why.

However, it is evident that the spirit does indeed survive death. And what does that mean for us??

Most of the messages I receive indicate two or three things: 1) that the spirit is “okay,” and 2) that they “love” the individual they are communicating with, and 3) in some cases (such as suicide or hurtful relationships), that they are “sorry.”

Because the physical “things” and material possessions do not travel over to the other side with the spirit, one is then left with the basics of life and personalities: love and forgiveness.

Thus, spirits seem to want to talk about and convey the most important messages: that they love the people left behind, and, in some cases, are sorry how they treated them. I don’t think the spirits actually knew they would survive death. Once that realization is achieved, it becomes important to convey feelings of love and ask for forgiveness.

As for some lovely fantastical after-life — it doesn’t appear that way to me. It appears that those on the other side live in some parallel universe making their lives and relationships similar to here. Only now, they have an illuminated awareness of what is truly important when one does not have or need money, objects, or status — the bottom line is how we treat others. That seems to be it. To me, it gives clear guidelines on how to live our lives here. Status, money, aquiring “things” seem to be incidental — it IS truly about our actions toward others that matter. Therefore, honesty and generosity of heart are most important.

So, for now, I leave this experience with you. It has impacted me with the essentials of life. I do not have to achieve some “angelic” status in life, nor do I have to strive to be the best or the biggest. What I need to do is to give myself honestly and completely to those I love, especially my daughter. My “importance” in life will not be judged by what I HAVE, but, rather, by what I DO.

I hope that this helps you, too.

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Can You Feel a Spirit TOUCH You? The Impact of the Shared Necklace


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Can you feel a spirit TOUCH you? Can a spirit communicate in such a way that you actually KNOW it is touching you? For me, the answer is “yes!”

I want to tell you about a young man, a teenaged boy, who came to me during a reading I was giving to someone he was not related to. Sometimes, I’m just as shocked as everyone else when something quite extraordinary happens with spirits. This teenager REALLY wanted to push his way through – and he did!

This young man appeared to me over a year ago, while I was giving a reading for the woman who had notarized some of my readings. She became curious after people kept coming to her to have their affidavits of accuracy about their readings notarized. (I feel it is important when a reading is very accurate to have it notarized, if possible, so that others will know that there is validity to mediumship.)

While I was sitting with Betty, the notary, I was tuned into one of her relatives. Suddenly, I felt a “WHACK!!” across the back of my neck! My body thrust forward as I was pushed and whacked across the head! “Whoa,” I thought! “Someone is trying to break through!”

With that, a young man appeared to me. I told Betty that I had just been hit over the back of the head by this man, and he, obviously, wanted to get through, so I had to see what he wanted. I began to describe him: Tall, sandy hair, happy-go-lucky, and he insisted that I listen to him. I asked if she knew who he might be. At first she didn’t know. Then I started to receive information about his death: the curved road, the trees, the crash. I asked if she had ANY idea WHO this kid was???!

Finally, Betty said, “I think I know who it is. It’s David.” I asked who David was and why he would be here with her. She said that she couldn’t think of why he would be here, except that he dated her niece, and that she was his girlfriend. That was the only connection she had with him. She then told me about the car crash he was in three weeks after high school graduation. The crash on the country road in the middle of the redwoods. And I knew then that the impact I felt across the back of my neck was a simulation of the impact in the car crash.

David was quite animated! Quite a lively, and fun guy. He then began to show me his “girlfriend.” I expected that I was describing her niece. But…no. It was a girl much different in appearance, Betty told me. This girl was blonde; her niece was quite dark. He then showed me an engagement ring in regard to this blonde-haired girl. I assumed that he meant that he was serious enough to marry her. Betty was insistent that it was her NIECE who was his girlfriend when he died. But David kept insisting it was the blonde! It was funny how the spirit of David and Betty, the notary, were, basically, arguing with each other! Finally, Betty actually admitted that although he was still friends with her niece, that just before he died, he HAD started to date….the blonde!

I asked if Betty knew David’s mother, so that she might contact her for him. Betty said she really didn’t know her. I was stumped. I didn’t know what to do – David was trying VERY hard to break through and to communicate – he actually managed to have me FEEL his TOUCH! That IS unusual! However, I did not feel comfortable calling his mother and telling her he had come to me – I had no idea what she would think, I didn’t know this family, and this was the first time I had heard of this car accident. So, I let it go.

Several weeks later, I had a group reading at my house. About 10 people attended. As I was about to begin the group mediumship session, I explained that sometimes people who we are not expecting, or even don’t know, could show up. Then I began to tell them about David Maze and how his spirit had literally hit me across the back of my head.

At the end of the group session, one of the women whose daughter had clearly come through, approached me. She said that she was about to interrupt me when I began to talk about David, but didn’t. After her participation in the group mediumship session, she felt compelled to tell me – she knew David’s mother!! She asked if she might call his mother and tell her about him. Of course, I said “yes.”

It was about a week later when David’s mother showed up at my door for her reading. She was a lovely woman, wearing a long, flowing skirt, with long hair to match. I could see why David was so handsome.

As we went through the reading, David insisted that I practically relive all the different scenes from his short life. At one point, I told David that I needed to have “evidence.” I asked him to please quit reminiscing, and to please give me something to show his mother definitively that it was him.

At that point, David appeared about 10 feet from me dangling a gold chain. I could see from the distance that it looked like a locket, and was elongated in shape. He kept telling me that it was “shared” between him and his mother. It went from her, to him, from him to her, from her to him. I was very confused. I had no idea how it could be a “shared necklace.” So, I told her what he was telling and showing me.

At the end of the reading she said to me, “Would you like to see the necklace?” And she pulled a gold chain from inside her clothing. It was oval in shape and gold. It had been given to her after his death by her former employer. I still was wondering to myself how it was “shared.” Then she opened the locket….and inside were locks of her son’s hair! Certainly, a “shared necklace!”

So, you see, the dead CAN communicate with us! David clearly wanted to contact his family, and I was available. His determined pushing and knocking me across the head so that I was thrust forward with the impact, certainly made an impact on me!

The spirit of youth, the spirit of life, and the spirit of David, are all one. “Thank you, David, for knocking that into my head!”

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Son Sends Messages To His Mother, Father and….a third unexpected person! Through THREE Different People!

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UPDATE:  This boy came through a THIRD time recently!!!!  I am inserting the THIRD time I encountered him within this post.  I will highlight the latest sighting of him.  Truly amazing!!!

I had a VERY serendipitous reading a couple of weeks ago. Again, regarding confidentiality, I will not reveal the actual names of the individuals who came for these readings.

To be honest, I think that I was just as surprised as both people who came for the readings, as they were.

Two women came to me, one I will call Alice, and the other I will call Karen. Neither, apparently, knew that the other was also seeing me – two days apart!

Interestingly, each woman had a bit of trepidation about finding a “psychic medium” off of a website. However, on my website, I do have a lot of notarized affidavits of accuracy to assure people that it is definitely possible to get clear, concise and accurate information about their loved ones.

The first day, Alice arrived. She seemed a bit unsettled, told me that friends had advised her against going to someone she found on a website, and I empathized with her because I am sure I would have felt the same way. I served some tea and we relaxed and chatted a bit before the reading.

As we got into the reading (I do fall into a trance state), people (spirits) began to come in to give messages. She received messages from several close relatives, including information that I could not have known before.

At the end of the reading (my readings often go on for much over an hour), Alice asked me if she could request one more person whom she had hoped to see. I did not see this individual, so I asked only for a first name: Matt. I closed my eyes and asked for Matt to show up. Suddenly, this teenager came through and was bouncing all over the place! He was so delighted to have gotten through! Alice had told me how he had died in a tragic accident, but Matt gave me more confirmation. He then said to “Tell my dad that I DID get a job! I am mentoring children over here.” Matt had been a skateboarder and now he was working with spirit children. He was very animated, very physically fit, very happy, and he was delightful to meet.

I asked Alice if she knew his parents, so that she could relay this information to them – she said she knew the mother. So, I please asked her to let her know the additional information he had given me, and to have her understand that he was ecstatic to be able to find a way to get a message to his mom. Afterwards, Alice told me that it was an on-going challenge to get Matt to obtain a job. When he said to tell his dad he had gotten a job, she recognized that immediately, and it was great confirmation.

Then Alice left, and she did receive other confirmation about other relatives and loved ones on The Other Side.

That was very interesting, however, something even more interesting happened. TWO days later, another woman I will call Karen came to me for a reading. Like Alice, she had also found me on my website. Again, a bit of trepidation at finding someone like this on a website (however, those who knew me before I retired had urged me to put up a site because they had experience with me and felt it would be a disservice to not offer my skill to others). So, Karen, came and she also received validation about relatives, and those on the other side. At the end of the reading she asked me if she could request one more spirit. Of course, I said she could. I asked her for just the first name (I rarely ask for any last name). She said, “Matt.”

Well, to say I was shocked is an understatement! Suddenly, in bounded Matt from two days before who had come in with Alice!! I immediately recognized him and was so stunned and shocked, that it actually took me out of my trance! I just could not believe that within two days Matt had shown up again! I gave details that had been given through Alice to Karen and Karen acknowledged that, indeed, it was the same Matt who had died the same way. Ironically, Matt also told this woman to tell his father that he had “gotten a job.” (Apparently, this was a big family issue with him finding a job.)

I was so taken aback that I asked Karen if she knew this woman, Alice. She said that she did, however they did not talk. Karen was a close friend of Matt’s father; Alice was a close friend of Matt’s mother.

UPDATED SIGHTING OF MATT FOR THE THIRD TIME!!!

On Halloween of October, 2014, I was asked to give a group reading at a wonderful person’s home.  It was a festive celebration with all kinds of goodies, food, decorations and a lovely ambiance.  There were about eight people who wanted readings. 

Before I started the group, I asked if I could sit for a few minutes in the bedroom to just relax (I tend to get nervous before doing a group).  As I sat there, I suddenly saw MATT again!  But this time I figured I was hallucinating because I was actually in Aptos, the town he was from.  So, I let it go.  I mean, what were the odds that he’d show up yet again??  (Apparently, pretty high odds!)

As I went around the room from person to person, I found myself in front of two people, one a man and one a woman.  I moved to the woman, but felt pulled back toward the man.  I saw Matt again.  I kept moving between them, and I finally said that I had a boy who was a skateboarder and who had died.  The man spoke up and said, “I think it’s for me.” 

I was shocked.  This man knew Matt.  So, I began to read for him, and, sure enough, it was Matt!  At the end of the reading, I asked why Matt would be coming to him, since he had already reached both his mother and father.  The man looked at me, and said:  “I am the step-father!”  WHOA!! 

Matt’s step-father pulled out a packet of photos of Matt.  And then, for the very first time I was able to see what Matt looked like — and he looked just as I had seen him in spirit!  My mind was blown.  There he was with his beloved skateboard.  I couldn’t believe it!  THREE times he had gotten through to those most important people to him and relayed his message of love. 

What was so amazing to me was that – and I do believe this – Matt had created these sessions on a spiritual level to influence both Alice and Karen to contact me — and now his step-father.  Both women “felt” the urge to contact me through my site. His step-father had serendipitously (serendipity is truly marvelous) joined this group reading.  Now, Matt must have known I was a genuine medium, otherwise I doubt if he would have directed me to all THREE of these people who were important to him.

Thus, although Matt’s parents were not together, he DID find a way through his parents’ friends to get a message through to both of them that he is doing just fine over there — AND also has a job!  And then, his step-father personally came and got Matt’s message!  WOW!  Even I was stunned!  But it was very cool to see what Matt looked like and that he was, indeed, whom I saw!

There have been times that I have seen the same spirit on other occasions. For some reason, I just did not expect this to be one of those times. As far as I knew neither woman knew each other, and I thought I was just doing a traditional reading. But when Matt shockingly bounded in through BOTH of their readings, with the same appearance and same message, I was stunned. THEN to top it off, he came through almost two years later to his step-father!

So, you see, it only takes a peripheral connection for a spirit to find a genuine medium and to deliver a message – whether it be through his own direct relatives, or someone who is not related to him, but can deliver his message to his loved ones.

Moral of the story is: even if you are not related to someone, if you have a peripheral connection to another spirit, and they want to get through, they somehow will find me and break through your own reading to let me know they are there. Sometimes it is the only opportunity that they will ever have to let their loved ones know that they are okay, but also that they ARE alive on the other side. Magical readings are alive and well!

Thank you, Matt, for being so persistent to get through to your parents and step-dad. You did a great job, and I hope your connection has provided comfort for  your mom, dad and step-dad.

Sometimes, you just never know what kind of surprise you will receive during a reading!

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Rosemary, Timothy Leary, Bob Dylan and the Muslin Cloth

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Someone was talking to me the other day about celebrities. I’m not much into celebrities, although my cousin through marriage IS Bob Dylan – really – my father’s sister, married his mother’s brother [Bob’s uncle]. And…one of my sisters won a Bronze Medal in Gymnastics in the 1977 World Games in Moscow, Russia – 3rd place in the WORLD! Which, is actually the reason I’m not overwhelmed by celebrity status. My sister, Denise, was a World Gymnast – yet, we shared the same BED!! She used to do flip-flops into the bed and make it shake so much, I couldn’t sleep!! We had our fights, and were like any other people, so it’s hard for me to get all starry-eyed about celebrities. I think they are lucky to have the publicity and connections to get to do what they want, and to get paid a lot for it – that’s what I admire most. I get more starry-eyed over personalities – no matter what the person’s background, celebrity or not. So..… talking about celebrities made me think of a reading I did for someone close to a celebrity (how’s that for a lead in??… 😀)

This was a group reading I did for a friend from work, who happened to be the roommate of Rosemary, the ex-wife of LSD guru, Timothy Leary. Ro, as she was called, was a beautiful woman – I mean, very physically beautiful, even in her 60s. She had the classic model face of cheekbones and jawline. Her chin-length hair smoothly framed her face. And sweet – she was so sweet and soft-spoken.

At any rate, there were about 8 people there, and I had no idea with whom I would connect on The Other Side. There were a couple of people I connected to very strongly. One was a friend of Rosemary’s – a woman who had died about a year or so before. She came through quite clearly, wearing a vest and hat. As I walked over to Rosemary, I could feel this woman stroke my cheek and I knew that this is what she would do for Rosemary. I told Ro that she would lay her head against her friend, and she would stroke her cheek to calm and comfort her. Rosemary’s eyes were filled with tears and she quietly affirmed. After the group reading, Rosemary came to me with a 4”x5” photograph of her and her friend – with Rosemary laying her head on her shoulder and her friend stroking her cheek! What immediate confirmation!!

The other person I remember quite clearly was a man (I’m sorry, I don’t remember the names, often) who was a friend of a married couple there, Valerie and Mike. I could feel that Mike had a lot of psychic energy coming from him, and I later found out that he was aware of the fact that he has this effect. I told him that I was “working off” his energy, and hoped he didn’t mind – but the plain fact was that I actually could read better standing nearer to him because I could literally feel his energy – sort of like an extra power surge.

As I stood there, I looked at Val and Mike and explained whom I was seeing. I remember the man quite clearly. He had a hat on, and he described the celebrations on the beach, and other various personal confirmations. But what struck me the most was what I FELT. I could literally feel this man placing a fabric over one shoulder on me. It felt like a serape, or some blanket. It felt like a heavy muslin. I was somewhat confused because it seemed to be draped over only my one shoulder. I explained what I was feeling – how he was literally placing this on me, how heavy the material was, seeing the hat he was wearing. I had no clue what it meant.

Valerie and Mike merely nodded and said nothing else. Afterwards, though, they came up and thanked me. Then I was handed a manila file folder. I opened it. And here, on an 8”x11” photograph was this man wearing a cowboy-type hat – with an orange heavy muslin blanket/serape draped over one shoulder!! I couldn’t believe it – exactly as I had described!! And to think that this spirit had somehow found a way to allow me to literally feel the fabric being draped on me!! It was very gratifying.

Unfortunately, several months later, Rosemary died of complications of heart disease. However, I was glad that she was able to have confirmation of her friend before she, herself, passed over. I feel it is a great gift to hear from someone already “over there,” before one dies. It gives comfort and knowledge that we are not alone – and will not be alone when we go, seemingly, alone over to the Other Side.

Although I sometimes don’t see what I do as a “gift,” I need to recognize it more as such. It’s just such a natural thing to me, that it’s like my blue eyes – they just are. Hearing confirmation from others, and having the physical sensations, or literally “hearing” spirits speak, is amazing. I appreciate so much any confirmation people give me, because it helps to reinforce that maybe this really is a gift – all wrapped up in this tiny body of mine.

So, a great big hug and thanks to all the spirits out there who so graciously allow me to connect with them – and equal thanks and gratitude to those who allow me to read for them. It is an honor. It is to you I owe my thanks for your gift of sharing. Thank you.

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The Gypsy Fortune Teller and The Palm Reading

Crystal Ball and Fortune TellerGypsies. Yes, gypsies. That’s what I’m going to tell you about today. The gypsy fortune teller.

Last summer, my friend, Julie, and I decided to go see a local fortune teller — a gypsy. Her name is Janet. She and her husband have a little house not far from where we work. The little white stucco home has a little white picket fence around it.

A bright blue neon palm hangs in the window. Yes…just like you see in movies. The blue neon palm hangs wide open, fingers extended — palm up — just waiting for our money.

I knew she was a gypsy. How many “real” psychics have a blue neon palm hanging from their front window? That bright blue sign just begged for my money.

Julie and I left work at noon one sunny afternoon. She quickly drove us to the blue palm and white house, where we parked outside. Dubious, yet anticipatory, we sat in the car debating if we should really go in. It was only $10.00 for a palm reading. I was embarassed. After all, I knew it was a gypsy — I didn’t want anyone to see me going in there. Actually, Julie wasn’t about to advertise the fact that SHE was going in, either……but we did.

Climbing out of her car, we strode to the door of the little white stucco home. We knocked. The screen squeaked open and there stood Janet — just like a normal person — with her little 2-year-old son. In what sounded like an Eastern European accent, she asked what we were wanting — we said the palm reading. We entered directly into her small living room, cramply filled with a wide-screen tv, and an expensive audio system. I took a seat on the couch, while Janet, as she introduced herself, immediately led Julie into a small adjoining room.

I was left with her son. The little tot wanted to play. I guess I was elected babysitter. He tossed a ball around, and hit several pieces of furniture. I really had no choice but to join him on the floor to keep him quiet.

Julie and Janet were deep in her reading. About 20 minutes later, Julie emerged, gave me a sly look, and took her turn at babysitting. I entered the small room.

The room had one small, but high window in it. The room was a buffed beige color, and there was a Catholic altar at one end with candles on it. Statues of Mary abounded. A computer sat in another corner.

There were no dim lights, and I took a seat on a small couch where Janet joined me. She took my hand, turned my palm up and began to read. She told me of a service man in my life — that part WAS true. I don’t really remember much else, to be honest — so I guess it wasn’t terribly revealing. After twenty minutes I was finished. Janet and I left the small enclosure to join Julie who was still playing with her son.

Julie and I gave each other silent looks of “Well, what did she say??” to each other. Quickly we left her home and clambered into the car.

Julie seemed to feel that Janet was pretty accurate with her. She was telling Julie about love in her life. But Janet also cautioned Julie that she should have her aura “cleansed” by the gypsy. Julie was concerned — did her aura really need cleaning?? I assured her that I would clean it for her for free, if it really needed it. (I think the gypsy wanted to take her to the cleaners!! Ha, ha!!)

It was interesting and amusing. Well, several weeks later, Julie wanted to go again to see Janet. This time we were met by her “associate,” a young lady who was about 20. She, too, had that odd accent. Janet remembered us. She began talking to this associate, I shall call Lydia, in their strange-sounding language. Then they approached me and Julie. Looking at Julie and then at Lydia, Janet talked again in their language. Lydia was doing the readings today.

She ushered Julie into that same room. After Julie left, Lydia read for me. When I asked if she could tell me more, give me more specific information, she merely said, “For a LIFE reading, you must pay $100.” I decided I didn’t want to know about my life THAT badly.

After we left their house with the blue neon palm in the window, Julie was upset. Why, she exclaimed, that Lydia told her the same things that Janet did, and added information that Julie had already revealed to Janet! Janet had remembered her and told Lydia all about her! Julie was quite fraught.

Shortly after our encounters at the gypsy palm house, we saw an ad in the local paper for yet another gypsy — another blue neon palm, but in another location. This gypsy had an ad for a palm reading for only $5.00 (with the coupon!). For $5.00, we figured, “why not?” So, Julie called.

The gypsy responded — “Oh, no, THAT was a misprint…it is really $25.00 for a reading.” So, we never did go. Another woman we know saw the same ad, only months later but in a different newspaper. She called for her $5.00 reading — only to be told that, “Oh, no, THAT was a misprint….” Hmmmm, seems funny how that SAME misprint keeps appearing exactly the same.

Maybe Julie and I ought to go and read THEIR palms. Let’s see, that’s only $5.00 a reading from us. Oops, sorry, now that I have you here, I meant to tell you that it’s really $50.00 a reading. What? You mean you didn’t know ahead of time? Well, let me see your palm, and I will tell you the future …. if you cross my palm with money, you will be sure to make us rich!

Sometimes when I drive down the street at night I see that blue neon sign bright as the sun in the dark sky. The finger beckoning me in….”Come and I will tell you your fortune…just $5.00 for a reading”….and I keep on driving by until the blue neon sign is just a faded blue blink in my rearview mirror.

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A Visit From My Dad – Our Story

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My dad, William Tenney, whom I called “Saint Bill,” was wonderful. I love him very much.

Dad passed away almost two years ago. He was 86, but still had swatches of brown hair amidst the grey. He never had a bald spot, and he walked a mile each day until the day of his last stroke.

Simply speaking, my dad lived a full life; a life filled with challenges, yet simple joys.

As a kid, he grew up in Superior, Wisconsin. His mother had been married before with other children. My dad’s dad, whom I never met, moved from Missouri to Wisconsin and met my dad’s mom. She was Norwegian; my grandfather – my dad’s father – was Irish.  Dad moved to Buffalo after having been there with the Merchant Marines – when I asked him why in the world he would move from Wisconsin to Buffalo, New York, he said, “It was warmer!”

My dad was raised a Christian Scientist. He always had a positive attitude.  Although my three younger sisters, my mom and I, were night owls, he’d religiously call to us on weekends very early in the morning, whistling and singing, “Rise and shine, it’s a beautiful morning! The birds are singing, the sun is shining.” Then he’d be in the kitchen flipping pancakes and making scrambled eggs. He always had a full glass of milk with all his meals.

I came along first. My dad was 21 when I was born in Buffalo, New York. I have photos of him holding me as a baby. He always loved children. There was a delightful part of him that could become child-like in appreciation – the “oooohs” and “ahhhhs” when shown a new computer device that he knew nothing about, yet knew this was one of those “ooooh” moments. At the time of my birth we lived in the City of Buffalo on the Westside of town. It was a huge turn-of-the century brick building near Bryant Street and Elmwood Avenue.   Huge oak trees lined the streets, and it was a vibrant neighborhood. I had a wonderful old woman as a neighbor, and she played a grand piano. I remember going to her apartment often to listen to her play.

When I was seven, my first sister was born. I immediately learned how to change diapers and make formula and heat baby bottles. At first it was fun.

With the coming birth of my first sister, my parents decided to move to the suburbs in Cheektowaga, New York. To me, it was very sad, as I loved the city, and the tree-lined streets, and my friends. It was then that the wheels began turning in the opposite direction. It was the 1950s and families were expected to have about four children. That’s what my parents had – only they couldn’t afford them, and I think we all suffered for it. With the age difference between me and my three sisters, there was an invisible barrier that stood between us – they had their circle together, I had just me.

Our family moved to the suburban projects into a row-house that had a coal-heated furnace. The coal man would come and the truck dumped all those black cubes of coal into our coal bin. Dad would shovel it into the roaring furnace during those long, long cold winters. I’d pull a chair into the furnace room and sit in front of the furnace as if it were a fireplace. Living in an apartment in the city was one thing because lots of families did that. But renting in the projects in the suburbs and not owning a home was looked down upon. Obviously, it was the poor people who lived in the projects – ours was called Tiorunda.

When I was ten, my next baby sister was born.  I remember my little sister, the next after me, breaking the arm of the baby – she had tried to pull her over in the crib and that was it – poor little baby had a big cast on her arm. When I was 14, my last sister was born.  By then I remember that we were still in the projects, and our neighbors across the way had six boys — my mom just had our fourth girl.  I remember Dad carrying my youngest sister in his arms while he went to visit with the dad and his sixth son.  Dad and his sense of humor, held out my youngest sister and said, “Want to switch?”  They both laughed, but I guess dad did want that son.  With each sibling, the responsibilities grew. I learned all aspects of mothering. I had numerous responsibilities.

My dad worked at the Bethlehem Steel Plant as a foreman. It was grueling work and grueling hours. He worked shift-work, which meant one week he worked from 7 a.m. – 3 p.m., the next week from 3 p.m. – 11 p.m., and the next week 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. I don’t know how he did it. He was known to only sleep a few hours a night, yet he thought that we who slept normal hours, slept too much.   Because we had moved into the projects with the birth of my first sister, there were still two other sisters to be born. With each new daughter, my dad began working double shifts to cover costs. When he was 53, he had an accident at the Steel Plant and one of his fingers was cut off. I remember saying to him, “Oh, Dad, I’m so sorry about you losing that finger.” And with his typical positive attitude he said, “Don’t worry about it. I had it for 53 good years!” That’s how he turned things around.

My grandmother, my mother’s mother, had a big farm in Alden, New York.  Fifty-six acres of farmland.  She and our “grampa” raised Black Angus and gladiolas.  That was my time of respite.  We’d get to go to the farm and I could wander on my own out to the back of the acreage down to a creek with Johnny Appleseed apples.  I would see red fox in the distance, hear the cheep of birds, and the whistle of the breeze as it cooled my face in the humid summer.  My sisters stayed back at the house because they were much younger — I just walked and walked for hours in perfect silence.

Dad loved the farm, too.  During harvest season, we’d all ride up the silo while it was being filled with cut corn for the cows.  I remember the day that Dad was out in the pasture and the bull happened to be there.  Oh, boy, that bull caught sight of him and it started charging.  Even while hoping Dad would make it out of there, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight of him tearing through the pasture as fast as he could go and then “BOOM!” he leaped over the electric wire fence, and dropped on the wet ground just beyond the bull!  What a sight to see!  That was my dad.

Our mom had become ill and was in and out of hospitals for years. She had nine surgeries in ten years. As mother’s little helper, I took over with the kids, and after school, I cooked meals each night for six people, did the laundry, cleaned the house and did the dishes (no dishwashers then). I made my dad’s lunch each day. He loved cold baked bean sandwiches with a slice of onion on top and some ketchup. I kid you not. Although he ate them every day, I never did eat a baked bean sandwich.

On the day I graduated high school with a Regent’s Diploma (meaning I had done additional work to get a “higher” diploma granted by New York State), my dad immediately said I must go with him to the Steel Plant to get a job! I was horrified. As a poor kid and a girl, I was not expected to go to college, although I desperately wanted to go.  It was decided, though, that I would work, not attend college. I could not imagine working at the Steel Plant and I was panicked. Serendipitously, I had (apparently) taken a civil service test during my typing class in high school. That week I received a letter stating that I was number one on the job list, and to come to the State University of New York at Buffalo for a job interview. Thank goodness I was hired, and became a Clerk Typist.   I no longer had to worry about working at the Steel Plant.  My first job was in the Harriman Library at the old Main Street campus in Buffalo.  It was while working full-time that I took college classes at night.

It was a difficult time for me then, but also for my dad. He had many trials and tribulations, and these are just a few.

Now working, I finally moved out of the house. Ironically, I saved more money living on my own, because I had to pay half of my salary to stay at my parents while still caring for the kids after work, cooking for six, doing the housekeeping, and having little rest. I was able to save enough money to go to Europe for three months. I landed in London and traveled through all the countries down to Spain and then back up again to London. It was my dream to go to Europe, and I did it.

I would tell Dad of my travels around the world. He had traveled the world as a Merchant Marine. Because of poor medical testing in those days, he was denied the regular military because of “sugar” in his urine – but he never had diabetes. He still wanted to be part of the coalition that fought during World War II. He traveled all over with the Merchant Marines. He especially loved Italy, the scenery, the food, its people, and, of course, the beautiful women.

Each time I moved to another state, especially after my mother died, he would always make a trip out to visit me. He did not visit me in Arizona, and that was the year my mother died. When I later moved to Boulder, Colorado, he was there.   He loved Boulder! Never had he been in a town where they had actual leather on the bus seats and they weren’t all knifed up (kid you not). When partiers would walk around with bottles of beer at night, they didn’t toss them on lawns, or smash them on streets, they would line them up carefully in a row at the edge of a sidewalk, ready to be picked up by the garbage men. As we walked through the local mall with all the cars, he marveled that there was no rust on the cars! After all, he was used to Wisconsin and Buffalo – winter reigned and so did rust. With the amazing Flatiron mountains rising above the town where the Rocky Mountains began he was in total awe.

When my daughter was born, he immediately flew to Seattle to see her. I was so happy. He was such a proud Grampa. I was touched that he would come all that way to see Celene.

When I divorced my husband in Seattle, I came back “home” to Dad. He was a surrogate father to my daughter – we both adored him.   I realize now that he was about 67 when we arrived on the doorstep needing help. He welcomed us and my daughter, Celene, now had her Granddaddy. I went back to school to finish my college degrees. During those cold winters with ten feet of snow, and me at school, my dad would fetch Celene from the school bus after kindergarten. Although the house was only 3 houses from the bus stop, he drove with the car heated up, lifted Celene off the big yellow bus so she wouldn’t be buried in the snow, and shuttled her into the warm cozy car – then drove up to the drive way, three houses away.

At my college graduation, earning a degree in Communications, I had a plaque made up for my dad. He was unaware of it. During the ceremony, I had permission to ask my dad up to the podium. He had that child-like look of glee and surprise, and as he approached me, I spoke to the audience and handed him the plaque. I publicly thanked my dad for being supportive and loving and told him how much I appreciated him. The plaque read: To my Dad, Saint Bill, Thank you for all your support. Love, Sharon.” Everyone applauded and I swear I saw a tear in his eye.

When Celene was six-years-old, I tried to get a job that paid enough for us to live on, but could not find one in Buffalo. I couldn’t manage as a single parent there. I had a friend in Santa Cruz who said I could stay with his mother and get set up there. I figured I didn’t have anything to lose, so why not? I took a Greyhound Bus out while my dad watched Celene, and I checked out Santa Cruz. It was quite the contrast from drab, cold, snowy, rainy, windy Buffalo. Santa Cruz was a California beach town. So, I decided to move.

Eventually, we ended up living in the middle of the redwoods in Felton, just outside of Santa Cruz in the mountains nearby. My dad came out numerous times to visit. He always delighted in the little things. The ocean – the ocean on which he was a Merchant Marine, and was so beautiful to gaze upon. The majestic redwoods, tall and gigantic, overlooking all who stood beneath the towering forest. My dad loved it here. He adored it. He loved that all the houses were different, that each had its personal mark. How he loved nature! I think he was a natural-born Californian, but only discovered that in his late 70s.

As old age crouched on him, he began to lose his memories. Eventually, he was in an assisted living home. One of my sisters sent me a “letter” he was trying to write to me. I would send letters and post cards each week, always attaching a photo of me when I was about five-years old, because he no longer remembered the present. He had written on one of my envelopes in which I had sent a letter, and it said, “Dear Sharon, How are things in California?” By then, he didn’t know how to send a letter, but he certainly knew how to send a thought. I am very grateful to my sister who had the sensitivity to send that envelope to me to let me know that Dad was thinking about me – in the present. I still treasure that simple white envelope with my Dad’s writing on it.

The last time I visited him in Buffalo I brought Celene – unfortunately, he did not remember visiting us in California and when he saw her he exclaimed, “The baby?!” “Yes, the baby, Dad. She’s all grown up.” Such a sad moment it was to realize that twenty years were gone from his memory. I managed to “sneak” a video recorder into the home, and took a good twenty-minute movie of him talking about his life. By then, I knew he did not remember more recent events, so I had created a photo book for him that had old photos of our mom, his sister, other passed relatives whom he would remember, and even managed to get photos of Superior, Wisconsin, and put those in. I got a great photo of one of the “Meteor” whaleback ships from the 1800s there still perched in Superior! My dad regaled us with stories about the ships, and the Merchant Marines, his time on the boats. He told stories of “riding the rails” of trains while he was a teenager. We talked as far back as I could remember.

With his last stroke, he collapsed during one of his daily walks. It was madness after that. The hospital, the various homes until one was found next to an old monastery. Infections, paralysis, sadness. By then, he had lost his house (which he finally bought when I was 18 years-old) and he had nothing. Just as he came into this world with nothing, he was going out with nothing.

It was a conscious decision for him to die when he did. It seemed that the closer he came to death, the more his mind became intact. I will never forget the moment that I feel he decided to starve himself. My sister who had lovingly sent me that envelope on which my dad was trying to write a letter to me, took me around to some yard sales and we bought some pretty hand crocheted afghan blankets. We took them back to my dad, and he looked at them, and now being paralyzed on one side and no longer able to walk, he said, “They look like they would work for a wheelchair.” I knew then – I just felt it – that he knew he would never have his beloved walks. This was the turning point.

The next day he refused to eat. As my sister and I tried to hand feed my dad, he pursed his lips together and shook his head “NO!” We tried to get him to drink. He refused. He rarely said anything at that point, but as one of the nurses came to give him a shot, he screamed out, “No more needles!” He had made his decision.

A week later, family and friends gathered around him in the nursing home bed. We took turns sitting next to him and holding his hand. My dad was deaf since he was a teenager and he read lips. Although I was not as close to the bed as the others, I still could reach his hand and I had a good view of his face and he of mine. Knowing he read lips, I “talked” to him silently. I kept clearly mouthing, “I love you,” and “You’re doing a good job.” He continued to stare at me – we were talking while all around us others were talking, but not to him. We were in silent conversation.

At 12:28 a.m. on November 19th, 2012, my dad passed. He was awake until the very last breath. He wanted to be present for his own death. No matter how much morphine they gave him, he did not close his eyes. He knew this was a pivotal moment of his life, and he wanted to be conscious for it.

With the passing of my dad, came the passing of our family. We were not a perfect family. Me being the oldest and in a different generation from my siblings, it was hard to communicate. I don’t think my sisters actually understood me, except for the one who sent the envelope to me – she knows I’m different but she accepts me. I was always the square peg in the round hole.

Joyfully, I end this on a happy note. My dad came to me several months after he died!! Yes! I saw him in my house! I was in my bedroom and looked into my hallway during the morning. I saw my dad leaning against the wall of the hallway, with a smile. He was dressed in his favorite white cable knit sweater with the leather trim, he had on his khakis, and his brown tied shoes. He held but did not smoke a pipe in his right hand. He looked at least thirty years younger. His hair was full and brown again. My dad had vitality. He was happy. I couldn’t believe that I saw him! He was there for about ten seconds and then gone. Oh, but I saw him from top to bottom and the smile of love on his face.

Dad, I miss you so much. I love you.

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How I Began Giving Mediumship Readings

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Many people ask me how I began to give mediumship readings.  Often people will ask if I took a class or a workshop in the topic – the answer is “No.”  They also want to know if I meditate daily and did that initiate contact – again, the answer is “No.”  Sometimes they want to know if I read Tarot Cards or Runes or things like that  — “No.”  At that point they are often stumped.

I have had abilities since I was young, and I never thought that much about it.  I once saw my black cat who had been hit by a car and killed on Halloween about a month after he died.   I thought he was really back – of course, he wasn’t.  I had a lot of individual experiences, however, I never thought to give readings, nor that I could do them if I actually had the intention.  To me, that seemed like something for more “magical” people.

This is actually the event that facilitated me doing readings “on command.”  I had just started working in a Probation Department, I was a single parent with my daughter living in the middle of the redwoods, and I was new to the area.  In our redwood home I had a computer and had dial-up (remember those days?).  We did not have access to cable where we were in the woods.

One night when my daughter was asleep, I was on the computer and browsing various forums and websites.  Suddenly, this man appeared to me in spirit.  I was a bit unbelieving at that point, but he seemed to be there.  He said, “I want to talk to Dennis.”  I could see what he was wearing and I heard him (at that point not technically clairvoyantly, but in my mind).  I told him I did not know Dennis.  He repeated, “I want to talk to Dennis.”

I went to my new job the next day and my office was directly next to the Chief Probation Officer’s office.  I was new in town and did not know all the rules and the culture of Santa Cruz.  I had briefly met some people in the department and had heard names – one of them was “Dennis.”  Dennis worked in a different building in town.  He worked at the jail, and I worked at the main office building downtown.  He would occasionally come to our building, but I never talked to him.  At least I knew he was someone named Dennis!

For the next three days at my desk, each time I’d relax or close my eyes, this man would appear again and say, “I want to talk to Dennis!”  Well, you can imagine my dismay to have a new job in a law enforcement office and to have this spirit pestering me without me knowing Dennis!  This went on for three days.  Each time he could break through he’d say, “I want to speak to Dennis.”  He was persistent!

Finally, on the third day he appeared, I answered him – in my mind because I know they can hear you when you speak silently to them – don’t ask me how they can, because that part I don’t know – I guess some form of telepathy.  I said, “I just started this new job, my office is next to the Chief’s, I don’t actually know Dennis, just who he is, so I am NOT leaving him a voicemail, I am NOT sending him an email, and I am NOT telling the receptionist!  If YOU want to talk to him, then YOU will have to find a way on YOUR side to reach him for me – I am not risking my new job!”  And I was very, very firm.

Well…..the very next morning I was parking behind our building when a man pulled in next to me – it was DENNIS!  I told the spirit, “Okay, you did it, you set it up.”  Dennis, apparently, parked in that lot and then walked to the jail building.  So, once I saw it was him, I didn’t know how to approach him.  As he was going through the trunk of his car, I acknowledged him and started some polite chit-chat.  Eventually I moved the conversation into more philosophical things, and then I asked if he had any interest in parapsychology.  To my surprise he answered, “Actually, I do.  I even thought of going to school for it.”  Well, that was it, and I said to Dennis, “Then I have a message for you.”  I began describing this man, what he was wearing, down to the 100% cotton (how I knew that, I don’t know, but that’s what he was wearing).  It ended up being his ex-partner who had died about a year and a half before.  I was stunned.

At that point Dennis then excitedly asked if I would do a reading for him.  I told him I did not do readings.  In fact, I didn’t even know HOW to give a reading.  He pleaded with me to try.  I finally gave in and said I would, but that I had no idea how in the world I could just sit there and “make it happen.”

We met for lunch in his office in the basement.  I had no clue what to do.  So, I thought maybe I needed to hold an object.  I had recalled when I lived in Seattle holding a piece of jewelry for someone and it seems they may have asked me to do some psychometry.  I told them what I saw, which was an older woman who was ironing with one of those old-fashioned, non-electrical irons and it caught fire and she died.  The man told me that it was his grandmother, and, indeed, she did die that way.  I figured what did I have to lose?  So, I asked Dennis for his watch.

I tried to relax (I’m not very good at relaxing – lol), and I then “pretended” to look around him for an “aura.”  Frankly, I had no idea what I was doing.  Then suddenly these images and information started to come to me in my head.  I don’t know how, but there they were.  I relayed the information and Dennis confirmed them for me.  I figured, “Okay, I did the reading, he seems okay about it, and that’s that.”  Well, it wasn’t.

About a day or two later, Dennis appeared at my office door (the one right next to the Chief!) and mouthed, “Jeannie needs a reading.”  I was like, “WHAT??”  I whispered, “I told you not to tell anyone!”  And he repeated, “But she REALLY needs a reading!”  I was appalled at the time.  I did not want to risk losing my job!  He kept persisting, and I finally relented because I couldn’t make him leave…

Then I arranged to meet Jeannie, a woman who worked in another area of the building.  I sat in an office with her and again took something to hold.  I did the same “pretend” thing, and suddenly these people appeared to me!  One was her father and the other her sister-in-law.  I described them, their personality and the information they wanted to convey.  At the end she was crying and so grateful.  I was stunned.  How could I just sit and it would happen??

THEN….Jeannie had my name and number on a sheet of paper after our session and it said, “medium” on it.  I told her to immediately put it into her desk drawer out of sight.  Later she called me and said, “I’m so sorry – I didn’t get a chance to put it into the drawer when Lynn came in [a probation officer] and said, ‘I didn’t know Sharon did that.’”  Well, I was upset!  Suddenly there were THREE people who knew about me.  I did not want people to know.  This woman, Lynn, kept asking me for a reading.  I did not want to read for her.  She seemed cold and distant and not friendly.  She kept asking.  I knew nothing about her, and I was not about to ask anyone else, as I was still new, and I did not want people to know about me.  She kept asking for months!  I had set up so many hurdles for her, including that it had to be at lunch time, it had to be off-site, and I think I asked for a sandwich (silly, yeah, but I knew I’d need lunch). [Of course, she is now one of my favorite people in the world! She is really funny, loving, kind and generous!]

She came through.  Lynn set up a lunchtime meeting at her friend’s apartment off-site.  I didn’t think she’d actually set it up, but she did.  I felt cornered.  She drove me to her friend’s house, and by then we only had about twenty minutes. (I think it was then that I did not ask for an object to hold, and afterwards realized I did not need an object to receive information.)

As I sat down, I quickly felt my left ear and fingered it.  I could feel the man next to me and he felt like her father and I began to describe what I saw.  [For complete details, go to my website and look under the notarized affidavits of accuracy and hers is the first one with the autopsy report.]  I remember a few other people coming through, but I often do forget what I say, which is why I advise people to take notes or record their readings.

I thought maybe I was hallucinating Lynn’s reading.  I had no idea what I was talking about.  She drove me back to the office building, and NEVER SAID A WORD.  I was freaked out by this point because she didn’t say ANYTHING to me – stone silence.  I figured I had made a huge mistake, why did I agree to this, what was wrong with me??  I was sure I made it all up.

Two days later, Lynn came to my office door and was holding some sheets of paper.  She is a probation officer – a law enforcement enforcer – and I was scared.  I asked her what the papers were and she wouldn’t tell me – she just said, “Read them.”  I thought she actually had a warrant for my arrest!  I really did!  She handed me the sheets and to my surprise they were the pages of her father’s autopsy report!  On it she had highlighted the areas that I had described, including the torn ear.  She said that was something that had always bothered her.  I also had described the cause of death precisely.  Now, I was the amazed one!  I felt both relief and confirmation.

This was about 15 years ago.   I am still giving readings.  I was part of the “underground” in the county for people who did mediumship.  I never wanted to advertise it to everyone.  As you all know, word-of-mouth is very strong, so there were people who were frequently referred to me.  It was only when I retired last year that I put up my website at the urging of those who had sat with me in Probation, and finally made myself public.  I am now close friends with Lynn and Dennis and Julie and many others I was so fortunate to meet there.

So, that is how I started giving readings.  No workshop, no classes, just spirits who for some reason can use my body and mind to let me feel, hear and see them.  I do think it takes a natural ability to be able to connect in this way.  I am not involved in the psychic/New Age community here – I am still pretty low-key and don’t announce that is what I do, unless I feel “safe” and comfortable around someone.  To see me, you would most likely never guess this is what I do.

As for Dennis, he and I are both now retired and occasionally meet for lunch.  He is a good friend and I adore him!  I have made good friends with a number of people from law enforcement through my readings with them.  I think it’s good to read for people who are firmly entrenched in down-to-earth basics.   I am very down-to-earth, too, so it was a good combination for me.

I thank all the people in Probation and the Courts and other people referred to me.  If I had not had your confidence and belief in what I do, I would not be sharing with others now.  It is you and your loved ones who have given me the chance to serve and help others.  Thank you!

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