A little bit about my history and what I do…..
I believe everyone has the ability to be Clairvoyant. Some of us just have an
easier time accessing the ability.
As everyone is, I too was born with the ability of Clairvoyance. The ability of
clear seeing. From as early as I can remember I saw things other people didn’t
seem too. I saw ghosts, spirits without bodies. I knew things that were never
said with words; I knew how my parents & the people around me were feeling.
I understood what animals said and what they wanted. When I was very young
I wasn’t afraid of these things, but as I got older, 6, 7, 8 years old, I started to
pick up on the fear & judgment of the people around me. Most people were
pretty uncomfortable with what I knew. Over time I accepted other people’s
information over my own. I agreed that the ability of knowing & seeing wasn’t
a good thing. It got me into trouble, it made people look at me funny, and it
made people fear me. I was uncomfortable with who I was.
For years I tried to ignore my abilities, stuff them away, and pretend I didn’t
know things. It wasn’t until my thirties that I started to loose some of the fear
& judgment I had carried around for years. As my fear of knowing subsided I
began working to clear away the cobwebs that had collected in my head over
the last 30 years. It was also in my thirties that my ability to suppress my own
truth was getting weaker and weaker. I knew I needed to change my life for
me, but I wasn’t sure where to begin. I started out reading books on the
subject of clairvoyance, I looked around on the Internet for any information I
could find, I began watching anything related to psychic & paranormal
phenomena on the TV, and slowly I began to talk aloud to friends and family
about the things I saw and knew. It didn’t take long for fear to turn into
excitement, exhilaration and a thirst for more.
It was as if I was a child all over again. For the first time in many years I was
accepting what I could see and what I knew, even if it didn’t make sense to the
people around me. I was well aware that for as much as I knew there was so
much more for me to understand and learn. Everyday I was getting
information and signs from the world around me that would cause me to
pause and think, there is so much more to this information than I could
understand at the time. I began to realize that “truly” nothing was an
accident. Once I owned that thought I really began noticing everything that
went on around me. I began exploring the reasons why something would
happen, especially things I would normally have considered negative. I KNEW
that I had a hand in making those “negative” things happen and I KNEW that
on some level I wanted those “negative” things to happen. I also knew that
there may be other forces (not my own energy) at work pushing for certain
outcomes in certain situations, good or bad. I knew allot, I just didn’t
understand what it all meant. It was like being given a dictionary with a whole
new vocabulary but no definitions.
One of my favorite examples of what I am trying to describe to you occurred at
the beginning of my journey. For several years I had been plagued with severe
lower back pain. It got so bad that my back started giving out when I would
bend over. The pain was constant and unrelenting. I had to change my life
style to deal with what was becoming a disability. I saw the doctor many
times, tried different pain medications, physical therapy, water therapy, etc.
nothing was working. I went in for an MRI to see what was happening in my
back. I was horrified to hear from the doctor that I had degenerative back
disease, she said don’t worry, its not as bad as it sounds, lots of people suffer
with it, your disks are just wearing down so that there is no cushion between
them. That’s why you hurt. I saw the report from the MRI, I saw my x-rays,
and I was really upset. My doctor said the best course of action was surgery.
I was in pain and desperate. I was thrilled there was an answer that would end
my pain. I was thrilled that someone else could “fix me”. I called to make my
consultation appointment with the surgeon. I was angered to hear that the
soonest they could see me was in 2 months. I was so angery I could barely
speak. I took the appointment and went and sulked on the couch.
I was so depressed during this time; I thought I had better get some help from
a counselor. On my first visit to my new counselor, I noticed the office door
next to his. The door had a painting of a human on it, with colored circles thru
out the painting of the human. The circles were the human’s chakras. They
were beautiful and I stood and stared at the painting for a while. I thought this
may mean something, but I had no idea what. I didn’t even know what a
chakra was.
I went in to my counselor’s office and had my first appointment. We talked
about my life, my woes, and the pain. The counselor suggested I begin taking
anti-depressants. I was miserable so I completely agreed and began taking
drugs. I saw him weekly and each week the painting on the door next to his
caught my attention. Each week I would get a little more information off of the
door. One week I wrote down the website information And checked it out
when I got home. It really intrigued me, the site talked about your bodies
energy centers, meditation, healing, energetic health = physical health. I
wanted to call them and make an appointment, but something in me said, no,
not them, you are on the right track, but that’s not the right place for you to
go. I thought then what?
The next day it popped into my head that maybe a psychic reading would be
helpful to me. From that thought on, it just snow balled, sign after sign after
sign. The word Berkeley had been coming up for me over and over in every
place I looked for months. I was sitting in my car thinking about how to find
someone reputable to do a psychic reading for me; I looked out my passenger
side window and saw a Truck. In huge letters on the side of the truck, it said
“Berkeley” Farms. There was that word again. I decided to go home and look
in the phone book under psychic. What I found there made the hair on the
back of my neck stand up and I started to cry. There it was in Black & white –
The Berkeley Psychic Institute. I called and made an appointment to get a
reading. That reading was the beginning of a whole new life for me. I
immediately started taking classes at BPI. I learned about Meditation, my
energy and other peoples energy, what happens to my body when foreign
energy gets stuck inside, etc. Within a month of beginning mediation &
classes I realized that my back didn’t really hurt anymore. A couple more
weeks and I realized that not only did my back not hurt but I wasn’t the least
bit depressed, anxious, scared……nothing. I felt good. No more cobwebs
inside my head.
On my next visit to my counselor I told him what I had been doing and how I
was feeling and that this would be our last session. He was strongly against
me quitting therapy and explained what could happen to me if I did quit. I didn’
t believe him, I knew that was his fear, his own insecurity, and for the first time
in my life I could say to an authority figure, I don’t agree with you and this is
what I am doing. I went home that same day and called the surgeons office. I
canceled my appointment that was only 2 days away and that I had been
waiting for, for 2 months. The receptionist was highly annoyed and informed
me that I would regret this decision. I laughed, I knew something she didn’t. I
knew I was ok.
I realized immediately after canceling my appointment, that if the surgeon had
been able to see me when I called for my appointment 2 months earlier, I
would have gone thru with the surgery. I am very aware today that it was no
accident that the surgeon couldn’t see me when I wanted. I know that on
many levels I created the road blocks that frustrated me and also saved me
from a surgery that never needed to happen. I am certain I also had a little
help from my spirit guides. That whole experience completely changed my
life. I look at everything with new eyes now.
My back is fine today; it’s been great for years. I am not depressed either.
I continued to take classes at BPI and eventually I joined their clairvoyant
program. Not to learn how to be Psychic but to learn how to handle it. Being
psychic was the easy part; knowing how to deal with it was the hard part.
While I loved being psychic I didn’t love the lack of control that seemed to
come along with it. I was a virtual sponge; I soaked up anybodie’s unhappy or
uncomfortable emotions. I healed them with my abilities in an unhealthy way
and to my own detrement. I needed to learn how to energetically protect
myself; I never wanted to have another day in pain or another day where I felt
depressed.
With BPI’s help, I learned how to protect myself and how to use my abilities to
my advantage and to the advantage of others. I learned how to be selective
and how to direct my energy. How to use it at will; my will.