For all my Sedona Sisters!
I Sara have
experienced many levels of being. I have traveled extensively in search of
things I would have and could have found in my own back yard. If it is to be it will magnetize to me. Those people, entities and highest adventures
will find me, and quite easily, right where I am, here now. For me, Sara, that is perfection and living
life in a sacrosanct way.
About a year ago I
began hearing and seeing departed celebrities.
In the past I have had conversations with ex-presidents such as Kennedy,
Lincoln, Roosevelt. Also, I have touched
in with Janis Joplin, Shakespeare, St Francis, and lately, Robin Williams. I totally appreciate the comedians.
Not too long ago, I
had an experience with a client that was not positive. It is very humbling to struggle during a
reading and not fully connect. I surrender and realize that nothing will happen
with that situation. This client will go
away rather empty and I will feel like a failure. There is no charge of course, but that does
not seem to be an issue. More and more I
see money as an energetic exchange. When
a waitress does a great job and the food is also prepared well, it is a joy to
leave a tip. Money brings with it a
blessing of encouragement and appreciation.
I continued to feel
rather blue and discouraged. I spoke
with my sister psychics who convened by the lovely oak creek. I explained how I
was feeling and asked what advice they might have for me. In general, their shared wisdom was to just
shake it off. This does happen occasionally
for all psychics. If it happened all the
time, perhaps, it would be time to put away the shingle that says: The Psychic
is In; $5 dollars please. In fact, I
have a red headed friend who is an amazing psychic. She says she would never be able to be a
professional psychic because she cannot summon her gift on demand. When I call her with a question, she will say
I am not on right now, or she will chime in. She is very gifted. When money is not involved it does de-stress
the situation. It would be nice to say: I will try to help, I will try and see for
you, I will listen to the Universe for you, but, there is no guarantee and
forgive me if I interpret incorrectly.
This is sacred work that I do. I
am not an accountant; I am interpreting subtle energies and visions. There is no amount of money equal to what I
do. I am being paid for my time. I am being paid for the full concentration to
the person at hand. I will refund all
money if necessary. I understand that is
needed as well. No one wants to feel
cheated. No psychic wants to be
considered a “charlatan”. It is all part of the unique field of intuitive
counseling that goes on. There must be
that underlying trust in the work we do.
I suppose that I was
still wearing a Sara scowl when Sylvia Browne showed up.
Sylvia
was a psychic who was on TV quite a bit, taking audience questions. Her death was the first in a string of psychic
deaths for me. Cheryl Lynn, Scottie,
Sandra Cousins, and Sylvia all departed from this world at about the same age. I ask my unseen audience to research more
about her. But back to my first
encounter with her.
As I sat alone, Sylvia
walked up to me (in spirit) and said, “Just Fuck it!” That was exactly what she said, so I cannot
sanitize it here. I felt such intense love from her and a chuckle. In her Sylvia way, she healed me. She
seemed to be making a grand gesture on the idea of perfection. There is no such thing. We can all be wrong sometimes.
Sylvia was a prolific writer. As a psychic she
helped solve crimes and she was right about 85% to 90% of the time. I don’t think 100% is possible. When she was on the Montel Williams show for years,
but there were mistakes. She might have been seeing a different time line or
interpreted things wrong. God bless her because she was the real deal
and was publicly crucified by some for her “mistakes”. https://youtu.be/uPBU-nwBEjw and https://youtu.be/9yzz8vaZgE8
As I sit here today, I feel the warmth of Sylvia
asking me to continue and go on. I hear
her say, “you really can make a living at this”. There may be a time I can quit my day job and
embrace this work whole heartedly with out going without some of those creature
comforts I need. When I listen to Sylvia,
I am encouraged, and I am asked to jump out on that limb (without fear) when I
get a hunch. In Sedona I often did endure
the probing of the skeptics and their guardedness. Some people are very guarded during
readings. Perhaps they don’t want to be
found out about something, but they make the reading difficult. Approaching
a reading more openly is recommended. I
believe getting the best answers is a collaboration between all parties.
I would notice, especially
in Sedona, that people want to test the psychics. I would accidentally “prove” myself time and
again. I had a family show up to summon
a departed loved one. It was a joyous
feeling as everyone gathered. The wife,
and daughters of a beloved but departed father all gathered in my office. When “Butch” entered our circle, I felt totally
able to channel for him. He was a big
personality. There was a box of tissue being
passed to all present. When we cry, (I
call those tears, “connection tears”) those tears mean; the flood gates have parted,
and we are no longer separated. Amen. Death cannot destroy the love and connection
we have to our loved ones. In fact, all relationships are eternal. If there is unfinished business, it will be
finished on the other side.
We all enjoyed the
personality of Butch. But before leaving
our session This Dad, turned to me and showed me something. I said, Butch is holding a cellophane wrapped
candy cane. I blushed a bit, not understanding
what that meant. Everyone, the mother
and daughters began crying again. Butch’s
eldest daughter explained that she was wearing her Dad’s coat to help pull in
his energy. When she reached into his
pocket there was a cellophane wrapped candy cane this AM.
I felt like I was
part of an inside joke. I began to cry
as well.
The point I want to
make here is: I was doing my best to bring Butch through and he did come
through brilliantly. This family never put
pressure on me to prove a certain phrase for them. I have had people asked me to give them a pass
phrase before. I will explain what that
is. I had a session with a middle-aged
lady who said that her mother passed away from cancer several months ago. Before her mother died, she and her daughter
devised a “pass phrase” that would be asked for when seeking the advice of a
medium. I said to her, let me see what I
can get if I quiet my mind. I felt a bit
discouraged. I told her that all I could
see for 60 seconds was the color green and then I saw an ordinary looking
cup. The daughter sprung into those
connection tears at once. The pass phrase
was green cup. I thought I had really
flunked that test. I am one who does not
like tests. I don’t like the performance
anxiety that sort of thing produces. I
just want to do what I do and hope it reaches people in the right way.
Sylvia Browne was a
very successful psychic. In fact, it was
almost impossible for people to get appointments with her as she was booked up
way into the future. It seems almost ridiculous
that people would throw her under the bus for making mistakes on the TV shows
she was on. They would make a blanket
statement like, “that just proves that there is no such thing as being psychic”. All it proves is, no matter how famous someone
is, or popular someone is, mistakes can happen.
I will support all
the psychics out there. As a sisterhood,
there are no better people to be around.
There are some marvelous male psychics like James Van Praagh too. Many of
the gay psychics are phenomenal. These
men can pull from the female brain and creativity in a way most men
cannot. There are heterosexual psychic
men as well. They are a special group
like the Essenes were. Those Essenes are
and were trained in certain ways that modern men are not. Predominately, the realm
of psychic mastery is more often seen in females. It is a power and strength
women hold. I will point to the longevity
of the Oracle of Delphi as evidence. I
remember Delphi! I remember having a shorter life span due to some of the hallucinogenic
substances and smoke that we consumed. I
remember that most of the priestesses lived underground in caves. The caves also had gardens and water
falls. One priestess would serve as the
oracle for a while and take a break and others would serve. That is why they were often cloaked. Perhaps they all had the name of Sybil. I support that sisterhood and will always
support those who try and reach the furthest distance in bringing the wisdom to
others. For me there is no greater
office.
Now my lovely friends and readership, I will join my honored friend, Sylvia for tea. There is
so much to talk about!
