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Psychic Journal    
The following are incidents from my personal "Psychic Journal". The info here is presented for possible interest to the reader. All of the specifics have been removed to protect those who have asked for anonymity.
The topics are arranged by the type of reading.

                                                                       CROSSING OVER

I was doing a reading for a woman currently living in South Africa and she asked me to see if I could pick up "anything" for her...I was immediately taken to fairly large village in the Netherlands...it was where her family grew up (it was the day that some of the family members were planning to leave Holland for South Africa in the early 1900's). During the reading the lady told me that she does not have any Dutch family members...I asked her to check and later she told me that she did INDEED have Dutch family members. So you never quite know of who or what you will find during a reading!

I was asked to do another crossing over type of reading for another friend and she wanted to contact her deceased Great-Grandparents. I entered into prayer and my psychic construct and I was brought to a small cozy English home...almost like a country cottage. Her Great Grandparents were there and I was greeted with smiles as they communicated their best wishes for my friend. At the end...they walked me outside and stood at their door waving with small white handkerchiefs. My friend explained that whenever someone who was visiting would leave they would walk them to the outside of the house and wave with their handkerchiefs just as they had done.
Earlier the same friend asked me for a reading of any of her family members who might "come forward" during a reading. I again entered my Construct and started. Lo and behold! I saw a small person who had tousled white hair who had on long overhauls and was very dirty...he looked as if he had been digging in a coal mine. In the same reading, but in a different setting, he was sitting in a rocking chair smoking a small pipe, while smiling at me with the few teeth he had in his mouth holding his pipe in place! He just rocked back and forth without saying a word to me!

I was asked for a reading by a lady from Florida about her boy friend. He had died a year earlier. As I entered my psychic construct a different man came forth named "Jim". Jim had been another of the lady's paramours. When I described the person I was seeing she confirmed that his name was "Jim" but that they were only friends and never lovers. "Foooey!" I told her, "according to Jim you two were hot and heavy lovers..." After a lot of pause and embarrassment she admitted that I was right! This just goes to show that when you do a reading you NEVER know who might show up!

During the winter of 1976 we lived in a house on Morris Street in Grand Rapids. During the Christmas season we were invited to a neighbors house for a Christmas party. We went and was given a tour of the house by some of the hosts..we were taken to a room that had been closed off, I felt drawn to this room! We were told that had been the room of the hosts husband who had passed away two years earlier. I looked at the photograph of a young man that I had been speaking to almost every day as I drove to work. It was him! Every day I would see him jogging in the neighborhood...I would smile and wave to him and he would return the gesture. After I had found out that he was deceased I never ever saw him again!

I worked for time as a cab driver in Grand Rapids and I was dispatched over the two way radio to a grocery store that was less than a mile from my location. I drove to the store, pulled into the drive way, popped the trunk expecting to load groceries. Suddenly an older lady walked up greeted me with a nice "Hello!" and asked if I knew "Duck" (he was a fellow cab driver at the same company). I answered that I did and that we were friends...she asked me to relay a message to him: "Tell Duck that I am his Mom and need to talk to him...soon". I smiled and replied that I would give the message to Duck as soon as I saw him. A few days later I saw "Duck" and when I gave him the message he grew ashen white...I asked what was wrong...he fought back tears as he explained that she had died about 20 years earlier!


In 1977 our family moved to Grand Rapids (into our current home) that had been owned by a nice Grandmother by the name of Mrs. Czarzecki. After we moved into the house I could feel some form that I was not alone (I was only 17 at the time and was scared to death of anything to have to do with death). One day I was in the basement making something out of wood when again I could sense that I was not alone. Within a few seconds I could feel as if I was being hugged by my shoulders (I was sitting on the basement floor). The effect was that I dropped everything I was doing and almost literally told my feet (Feet don't fail me NOW!!" I told my parents, who tended to poo-poo the experience. I would not go down to the basement for MONTHS afterward!!
Come to find out that the entire Czarczecki family had lived in the house and after they had all grown up the children moved in. We were the first family to actually live in the house in some years!!


On April 25, 2003 while watching the TV in our living room, I noticed a Spirit had suddenly become visible in our front foyer. There is a set of French doors that separate the foyer from the living room. The Spirit kept walking back and forth as if it was nervously looking for someone. After a few minutes I called out to the Sprit and the Spirit stiffened, looked at me and then disappeared right out from the foyer. I looked out the front windows and saw nothing. On June 3, 2003 I received a letter from a distant cousin who wrote that he father had passed away on April 24, 2003. The writers father had come to our house to look for 2 of his sisters (my aunt and my Mom both of whom had crossed over 10 years earlier) but he had not found them on the Other Side yet. Since then, he has!

I was on a small psychic mailing list on Yahoo and one day I received an invitation to join a small psychic group on MSN. I accepted and was told that I would be "tested" so that I could read on their site. I was a bit concerned as my abilities started to grow and expand only a few months before. I met the "tester" online and was asked to do a "crossing over" type of reading. I had a bit of a hard time connecting but we both persevered and the connection was made. I was asked to concentrate on the "testers" extended family to see if I could pick anything specific up. I did and I was able to pick up on the boyfriends sister who I saw as receiving extensive upper chest and head region during a bad fall. Ultimately I learned that what I had seen was the result of her falling during a hiking trip in Italy a few months before. She had fallen off a cliff and she had landed on her head and upper chest region, hence the extensive injuries.


I was asked to do a reading for a client on MSN and started the reading...suddenly I was taken to her Great Grandmothers house where I could see her with all of her canning supplies! Hundreds and hundreds of glass canning jars were all about the kitchen as were the vegetables that she was planning to can.


I was asked by another client to do a reading, I started and I was taken to a sod house on the Nebraska prairie. Just where this was located I am not certain. But there were huge deep wagon ruts (clearly this was near the path that the settlers who were heading west were following) about a half mile or so from the sod house. The sod house was not a large one, it was very small, very short and was very, very dark. Clearly it was built by a man who thought of nothing but his own immediate need for shelter. There were no signs of any windows per se. The feeling that I have from this house was that the woman who lived there was chronically, severely depressed. She had no one to talk with, no one to share. She may have gone mad (insane).


For a very brief time I toyed with the idea of going "professional" and worked for a short period of time for a type of Psychic online service. I was asked to do a reading for a family who had a uncle who was very wealthy. It seems that at the reading of the will the rich man left very little to his family and they wanted to know why. I entered my psychic construct, made a connection with the spirit and asked the man why he didn't leave the family his money. His reply was humorous but authentic "When I was alive, they were only after my money. Now that I am dead, they are still after it. Besides, I never really liked them any ways!!" I relayed that statement to the client who promptly ended the session.


SUICIDE
I was doing another reading for a close friend of mine who had a son who had committed suicide about 2 years earlier. During the reading he would not respond to me...he would only glare at me...he was totally silent. Two factors were responsible: first, he was still sleeping (he was mentally ill at the time of his suicide); Second), he did not trust me! Later readings went well...


CHILD MOLESTERS
During a reading for a lady in Florida (she wanted to know about her deceased family were doing, etc). I noticed that there was a deceased male who was hiding behind several members of the family. They were not protecting...they were angry at him. I sensed that he had molested several girls during his life time and he had been caught, accused and tried and found guilty. He died while in prison. He would not talk to me. He was so ashamed of what he did...his family members would have nothing to do with him...not even in the Spirit World!


PSYCHIC
The very first reading that I ever did left me stunned (to say the least). I was contact by a woman from Illinois who asked that I try to do a reading for her boy friends father. I started and entered my psychic construct and I saw him driving a semi and that he had been involved in an accident that had killed him (actually he had a heart attack while driving the semi). By the time of the accident the was already dead. During the reading I kept seeing this "tiny white dog" named Ritchie . I had no idea of what it meant. Finally out of desperation I asked her what it was...the white dog was the mans favorite dog who had died a year earlier...and yes..his name was Ritchie...the dog was a white Chihuahua that barked a lot of the time. The dog wanted me tell the lady that they had found each other! Once I did, the dog was quiet.

One of the earliest readings I did was for a fellow living in the UK who wanted to make contact with his deceased boy friend. I did the reading and also discovered that the client was a book collector. (I could see book cases checked full of books, plus also boxes and boxes of books). During the reading I was shown that the man had a past life living in the Ukraine as a Jew. The Czar had a "purge" and then entire village decided to walk to the nearest sea port and move to the UK. They had to trek about 1,000 miles and finally arrived at a sea port. Eventually they made it the UK where he settled in as a jeweler. During this life time he had a daughter whose name was "Chana". Eventually he died.
The client pointed some facts that I had no way of knowing: 1) he hates walking any distance (due to his trek), 2) he knows that he had he pervious life as a Jew but never told me until I told him, 3) when he was young he had a "visitor" by the name of Chana (it was his daughter who died at an early age), 4) one of his hobbies in this life time is that he collects jewelry (the ones that he had made in his previous life).

I was asked to do a psychic reading for a friend of mine who asked me to prove if I was psychic by telling what had happened after her husbands funeral...what I saw was her bending over his body trimming his mustache. She confirmed that this was true...

One day Celeste called us from California (she moved there in 2002) with the news that she had a new boyfriend...Before she could say too I stopped her by asking if his name was "Joe". She replied "Yes" and asked why. I told her that he was cheating on her and not to get "involved" with him. She initially denied that he was cheating...I assured her that he was. I changed the conversation as she becoming defensive. A few weeks later she called to let me know that I was right after all...Life can be tough when you have a psychic family!


                                                                         MURDERS

I received an email from a person who I didn't know who sought a reading about her sister. The person had long suspected that her sister had been smothered to death with a pillow by her husband who had grown tired of caring for her. During the reading, I saw the type of bed that she was in (hospital type), and a small satin type of pillow that had been used to kill her. Later the person contacted me again saying that she had spoken with a neighbor of her sister who confirmed not only what I had seen, but also that her sister had indeed been killed by her husband.

While I was doing readings on a MSN site I was contacted by a woman who lived not far from me. Her daughter had been killed in an auto accident and wanted to know more information about the accident. I explained that her daughter had hit a patch of ice while driving home from work and had been killed instantly. The client confirmed the reading.

The same client (from the previous reading above) contacted me again and asked for a reading that involved me reading her daughters girl friend who had been murdered. I entered into my psychic construct and was taken to the point where the girl friend was being followed by a reddish (I am color blind) SUV. The killer had a small goatee type of mustache. The killer was an ex-boy friend who was obsessed. She had broken it off with him, but he was stalking her. He decided to kill her since he could no longer have her. The girl friend had been followed to her house (a two family house) and when she opened the door she was shot once directly in the face. The gun was a small caliber hand gun. The info about the killing had been shared with some friends of the murderer who were Hispanics. He bragged that he was going to kill the young woman. The friends did not believe him at first ad later when they had found out what had happened...he threatened them with death also.
The client told me that the murder had been dropped by the local police department and closed for a lack of evidence. I contacted a friend of mine who is a highly respected internationally known PI and he agreed to see her...but as of present she has never contacted my friend to open a file.


                                      NATIVE AMERICAN AND ABORIGINAL CANADIAN

I was contacted by a lady from Kansas who asked me to do a reading of a "Crossing Over" type and when I started the reading I was transported to a place that I had never been to. I could sense that the area was north of Kansas (probably the northern Plains areas) and to a time in history where time had not yet started. I was aware that a young female NA was being held and punished and repeatedly raped by a Sasquatch. She had several children who had all died. Eventually she would die in childbirth. Her name was "WaterMoon" and she lived in a form of a "long house" structure. The scene was primordial with rolling clouds, dark scenes, almost Gothic in nature. Huge rolling dark clouds, thunder (but no lightning). She was trapped in time and the Spirits. She wept continuously, huge bitter tears. It was as if she was being punished for something that she had done. Held in time by some force of unknown nature.


While driving to Toronto, Ontario one day I feel called that we should visit London, Ont. On a different trip we do so...while driving "around" we "found" ourselves at an archeological dig of an Aboriginal Canadian site. The land was located on a bluff over looking a river. According to the archeologists the entire village disappeared right off the map. As I walked about the land...I noticed that there was a "long house" that was built on the land and in the same place that another "long house" had stood. I entered the "long house" and I could feel as if I was being transported back into time. I could see where other long houses had stood and where the children had played. It came to me that the people hadn't just fallen off the map (so to speak) but that they had left due to a sudden illness that had left their village devastated. I could pick up that they had come down with something close to tuberculosis and pneumonia. The remaining members of the tribe felt that the land had become cursed and they left! I was also contacted by the Shaman and asked why they (the Indians) weren't being left alone. I explained to the Shaman that what the archeologists were doing was trying to honor them by trying
understand them better. The shaman seemed to understand but was still ticked off.
I noticed that an archeologist was doing some type of work on the land and I approached him ad asked him if he has ever been told that the Indians were unhappy with the research that was being done. He confirmed that he was been approached by "psychics" who have told him the same story. He smiled and returned to his "work"...with no further comment.


As were at the Native Canadian dig in London, Ont, I met a shaman who made direct contact. Celeste had walked off on a small short path and was gone for a few minutes. I tired to find her. I noticed through the trees that she was at another location. I respectfully walked up to her and quietly asked her what she was feeling. She explained that she had met the tribal chief and I withdrew silently. I suddenly heard some screaming and yelling and quickly walked in the direction of Josh and Beth. They were running and yelling to Deb (who was sitting on a small bench near the trails). I asked them what was going on and they replied that they were standing in front of a small bush (Beth on one side and Josh on the other) and suddenly the bush began to shake violently. We calmed them down by explaining that there was nothing to fear and they were being played with by a spirit of a young native Canadian child.


I was asked by a total stranger to do a reading of her family (they were Native Canadians) who lived in the Maritime Provinces. During the reading I saw the entire village...but there were no men present. The women were busy making ceremonial items, making moccasins, etc but there were no men present. The client explained to me that at this date (during the 1600's or so) the men were out whaling. This is true of the Indians of the Maritime provinces.


                                                                  PERSONAL EXPERIENCES

In 1977 our family moved to Grand Rapids (into our current home) that had been owned by a nice Grandmother by the name of Mrs. Czarzecki. After we moved into the house I could feel some form that I was not alone (I was only 17 at the time and was scared to death of anything to have to do with death). One day I was in the basement making something out of wood when again I could sense that I was not alone. Within a few seconds I could feel as if I was being hugged by my shoulders (I was sitting on the basement floor). The effect was that I dropped everything I was doing and almost literally told my feet (Feet don't fail me NOW!!" I told my parents, who tended to poo-poo the experience. I would not go down to the basement for MONTHS afterward!!
Come to find out that the entire Czarczecki family had lived in the house and after they had all grown up the children moved out. We were the first family to actually live in the house in some years!!


During the winter of 1976 we lived in a house on Morris Street in Grand Rapids. During the Christmas season we were invited to a neighbors house for a Christmas party. We went and was given a tour of the house by some of the hosts..we were taken to a room that had been closed off, I felt drawn to this room! We were told that had been the room of the hosts husband who had passed away two years earlier. I looked at the photograph of a young man that I had been speaking to almost every day as I drove to work. It was him! Every day I would see him jogging in the neighborhood...I would smile and wave to him and he would return the gesture. After I had found out that he was deceased I never ever saw him again!


I worked for time as a cab driver in Grand Rapids and I was dispatched over the two way radio to a grocery store that was less than a mile from my location. I drove to the store, pulled into the drive way, popped the trunk expecting to load groceries. Suddenly an older lady walked up greeted me with a nice "Hello!" and asked if I knew "Duck" (he was a fellow cab driver at the same company). I answered that I did and that we were friends...she asked me to relay a message to him: "Tell Duck that I am his Mom and need to talk to him...soon". I smiled and replied that I would give the message to Duck as soon as I saw him. A few days later I saw "Duck" and when I gave him the message he grew ashen white...I asked what was wrong...he fought back tears as he explained that she had died about 20 years earlier!


On April 25, 2003 while watching the TV in our living room, I noticed a Spirit had suddenly become visible in our front foyer. There is a set of French doors that separate the foyer from the living room. The Spirit kept walking back and forth as if it was nervously looking for someone. After a few minutes I called out to the Sprit and the Spirit stiffened look at me and then disappeared right out from the foyer. I looked out the front windows and saw nothing. On June 3, 2003 I received a letter from a distant cousin who wrote that he father had passed away on April 24, 2003. The writers father had come to our house to look for 2 of his sisters (my aunt and my Mom both of whom had crossed over 10 years earlier) but he had not found them on the Other Side yet. Since then, he has!


PAST LIFE MEMORIES
When I was about 6 years old I saw an image of a huge battle and I could see the image of General Robert E. Lee riding on his horse. The battle scene was horrific with a lot of dead soldiers strewn about. I had this as experience as I was walking through some woods in back of where we lived in Walloon Lake, MI. I told my Mom who didn't believe me. At least I don't think that she believed me. To me this is a clear cut memory of a past life experience. The scene just came to me...I was not involved in any conscious effort to cause it.


VISITS BY SPIRITS
During Labor Day 2003, my son Josh was repairing a concrete step on our front steps. Suddenly, Deb and Josh could BOTH smell the smell of freshly hewn lumber! Deb's Dad was a house builder.


A few months later, Deb was in our living room and suddenly she could smell a fireplace burning (considering we don't have a fireplace and that it was early winter and all of our windows were closed, Deb meditated a bit and could feel the presence of her Dad.


On another day Deb was again sitting in our living room and she could smell the same cigar smell that her Grand Father (on her Dad's side) smoked.


POW WOW'S
During the Labor Day Pow Wow at Riverside park in Grand Rapids, MI Deb and I could sense the presence of thousands of Spirits who were dancing! At one point I could see their outlines as well. Deb was taken to another realm where she could see vibrant colors and such beautiful N A music you could imagine!


Deb has an interest in NA drum music so I wrote to a friend in the UK to see if she could burn for Deb a CD of NA music. We received the CD's and Deb started to play them as she was falling asleep. At some point during the music Deb was taken to another realm where she heard drum music that she could not find to this day on that CD!! The colors and vibrations she saw and felt was not of this world!


On April 3, 2004 in Kalamazoo, MI at WMU field house we attended a small pow wow. As the Grand Entry was being held both of us could sense more NA than what there was
in the fieldhouse! It was so emotional to me...I had to fight to keep back the tears.


July 3rd, 2004 we attend the Pow Wow in Manistee, Mi. As the Pow Wow progressed suddenly I was aware of a very large Spirit standing in front and slightly to the left of us. After sensing this Spirit I asked the Spirit who it was...the reply came was "The Ancient One". The Ancient Ones are the oldest forms of protectors for native Americans. They come whenever there is a perceived threat from a negative Spirit source.


TELEPATHY
During the winter of 1977 Deb and I had received an invitation from a national hotel chain for several free night stays (I had worked in the tourism industry briefly). We drove to Toronto stayed a few nights and then decided to drive on first to Montreal and then to Ottawa, Que. We stopped off to see an old college friend of mine just outside of Toronto and when we left we noticed that there was a small snowstorm brewing. We decided to continue and we set out for Montreal via the 401. Suddenly the storm shifted from a mere slight or small to a blazing snowstorm and I could not see where we were going. We didn't know if we were on the freeway or off! I was concentrating on the storm that I was unaware that I was projecting my thoughts. I asked myself if we should stop or turn around and go back to Toronto (we still had a free night left on our voucher). Suddenly Deb turned to me and said "Yes, we should do that...we should go back to Toronto and we can decide what to do from there." This is a good example of what you can experience when you are under intense pressure and in deep concentration!


FUTURE
A friend of mine living in Arizona referred a person who was experiencing some deep problems with his life. He was going through a divorce and was also trying to sell his house, plus he was unemployed. He was becoming suicidal and had mentioned to me one at least one occasion that he was seriously considering suicide. I explained to him that if he did that their would be deep repercussions in the next world and that he should continue to work through his problems. I reassured him that within 3 weeks his divorce would come through, he would sell his house and he would also find a job. He didn't believe me and I wasn't so sure that I was right either! But I stuck to my guns and kept reassuring him that soon all will be well. By the time that the 3 weeks had expired...he did receive his final papers from the judge saying that he was now divorce, he sold his house and found a great job!


ANGRY SPIRITS
In April 2003, Deb and I attended to annual American Quilters Society show in Paducah, KY. A few years earlier we had found in an antique store a collection of scraps of fabrics and quilt patterns from woman living in Benton, KY (not to far from Paducah). One day we decided to drive to Benton to see if we could just experience Benton. Now mind you, we had never been to Benton, KY in our lives. This was a totally new town. We hit the interstate (I27) that crosses KY and ultimately takes you to Nashville, TN. We drove with no real expectations of anything and eventually we arrived at Benton, KY. We drove through the downtown and noticed an antique shop. I felt called to enter the shop and we parked right in front of the store. We went in and noticed that the shop was not just an antique shop but also sold different types of gifts.
We went in and started to look around. I noticed that there was a stairway and a sign saying that we could take a look. So we did...as I walked up the steps to the next floor I could strongly feel MANY spirits on the next floor. Again, there was a sign encouraging us to go up. Deb started to feel the spirits also and she was receiving some "bad vibes" so she decided to stay on the second level while I explored the third floor.
I arrived at the third floor and could literally feel as if I was not alone. This left me a bit disconcerted but I continued to wind my way around all of the furniture. I saw a sign stating that the furniture was imported from England and that it was for sale. As I was walking through the floor that was filled with furniture I noticed that there were several "back rooms" that contained more furniture. I started to walk down one hallway and I received a strong word of caution...actually it wasn't a caution it was a warning that I should NOT go down that hall. AI was more than happy to oblige the spirit and didn't want to rile them up any more than necessary. But I did one thing...I asked them telepathically why they were so upset. I was not prepared for the response! I heard in a distinct British accent the following "what are we doing here? Why were we taken from England and shipped to this horrible location?" The spirits were genuinely angry and they should be. I started to walk away to the stairway to exit the floor. As I headed towards the stairway I could literally feel them trying to push me down the stairs. Before I stepped on the first step I suddenly turned and said "Thank YOU for allowing me to visit you!" At that point I could feel them retreat because they did not know that they could be also seen and communicated with. They were horrified! I quickly grasped the handrail and made my way down the steps. I called for Deb and she came towards me. I relayed my experienced and noticed that every hair on my arms were standing straight up! We quickly walked down the steps to the first floor, found the cashier and explained what we had seen and felt. The cashier was a woman who was in her early 20's and she reassured me that she has had a lot of bad feelings from the third floor. She stated briefly, but passionately "They know better than to come down here cause I will pray the blood of Jesus over them! That will fix them....!"
As we left the store and climbed into our car the hairs on my arm were still standing straight up. It was not until we were out of town that they stopped standing up.


On day we decided to visit a friend who lived south of Kalamazoo, MI. We drove down and noticed that there was an antique mall just off US 131 on D Avenue (I don't know why Kalamazoo county named a lot of their streets for the alphabet, but they did!). We decided to take a brief look. We drove to the small antique mall and started to look around. We noticed that there were several quilts and we started to look at them. I was standing near Deb and Celeste was about 8 feet away looking at a rather oddly colored quilt. Celeste spoke up in a clear tone and said somewhat loud "Isn't this the ugliest quilt you have ever seen? Who ever made this was high on something!" Celeste had no more than uttered the last statement when she yelled "Ouch! That hurt...!" Celeste looked at both of us and we looked at her. She knew that there was no way that we could have kicked her and then ran back in a split second like that. I explained to Celeste that the maker of the quilt was there standing near her and that her feelings were hurt by that remark.


SPIRITS
When we were in Toronto during one of our many visits there...Deb and I decided to visit the Mackenzie House. Mr. McKenzie was a multimillionaire industrialist during the 19th century. The people of Toronto turned the McKenzie house into a museum. We entered the house and could feel several spirits. I could feel the presence of an older female. I asked the older tour guide that was showing us about and she said "Yes, we have also felt their presence also." As she was saying that, the rocking chair that was sitting motionless in the living room started to slowly rock back and forth.


PSYCHIC CONSTRUCT
I was once asked to do a reading for a fairly well known psychic who had been experiencing some intense personal problems in his readings. He asked me to see if I could read his psychic construct. I agreed, started to center myself and read him. I was amazed at his construct! It was huge! There were not just a few guides, but there were hundreds of different types of guides. There were different floors, even. His construct consisted of a large hall with many different rooms with guides who did different things (if you will). The rooms were paneled with mahogany the lights were turned down low...nice and cozy! Initially the guides ignored me and would not speak to me. They sort of just stared at me. Some of these guides were older men. They were dressed in the clothing of the 1920's and '30's. Some were wearing suits (one was wearing a brown suit with white pin stripes and old fashioned shoes with spats! Others were wearing other types of clothing. Later the friend explained that the clothing represented the period of time that the guides were the most comfortable with. He also mentioned to me that the older the spirit appeared, the younger it was when it crossed over. I mean, that the older the guide appeared, the younger it was when it crossed over. This still has me baffled!


During another reading for the same friend, I was told that his psychic construct was very angry and he did not know why. I centered myself, entered his psychic construct when I was hit by a river of such anger and emotion! In the earlier reading the guides just stared at me...now they were telling by symbolism just how furious they were! The river was not so wide (maybe 30 feet wide but it was deep and the current was impossible to ford. I asked the guides why they were so angry. Their united response was several (too many to go into great detail here). Every Spring my friend tries to rebuild his psychic energies by shrinking his construct from an immense hall with many rooms and levels to a tiny room with only a few guides. The anger came from the other guides who were left out. Another reason for their anger is that the friend had also made several decisions to make tours of psychic fairs without asking them for permission (or even input)! They basically over threw the friend and almost ended his psychic career. The last I heard of him was that he had stopped reading totally. That's why before you start a new project, you should always ask your guides what they think and respect their input. I am not saying that you are a slave to your guides. What I am saying is that you should always listen to your guides. This does not mean that you have agree with them and do whatever they want for you to do with no thinking on your part. If it did, I would have been abandoned by my guides long ago! In fact, by not listening I have lost thousands of dollars!


PREMONITION EXPERIENCES
During a reading in a chat room on MSN I was asked to read for a lady who was living in South Africa. She wanted for me to see if I could pick anything up on her. I entered my construct, started the reading and suddenly I was small tiny woman who was desperately trying to breath. She could not catch her breath and was in a hospital bed in very serious condition. The client did not make the connection until some hours later and she made the connection with the description of the woman I saw being a close friend of hers that she had not heard from in several years. The client called her friend and spoke with her husband and quickly discovered that her friend indeed, was in the hospital and the prognosis was not good. The client then went to see her. I believe that the friend eventually recovered.


During the same reading another friend of mine living in the UK mentioned that the woman could also be her mother. In fact, the friend found out that her Mother was very ill and the overall prognosis of her health was such that she could pass at any time. I said several prayers for both women and within a few months the friend in the UK's Mom had an angioplasty and is doing much better. Eventually she will have had to have a quad type of bypass for heart, but of she continues her health regimen, she should survive.


Medical Intuition
October, 2004 during a visit to a local cemetery I met the woman who had invited Deb and I. She introduced me to her father, who I immediately noticed that he was very ill. I turned to Deb and mentioned that he "is dying of liver cancer." Within 6 weeks the woman wrote that her father had died of liver cancer.



Spirit Rescue
March 18, 2005, I was sitting on our sofa reading some recipes out of a cookbook when I was aware that I was not alone. I was aware that I was no longer in my home sitting on our sofa, but rather, was in a dark room with a number of young people who were very angry. I asked them who they were and they responded, "We are from Red Lake". During the early part of that week a young man had killed several students and an adult by shooting them. The group demanded answers to many questions: "WHY did he shoot us?" "Where is he? (meaning the shooter). The group started sending mental images and questions and I tried to answer as many of the questions as possible. I explained that the shooter had killed himself and was being taken care of by the Creator. Many had thought that the shooter had survived and wanted to kill him in revenge. I explained to the young people that they are no longer of this world and that their anger is an emotion that is meant for the living and not the dead. I told them that they MUST join with their CREATOR and join their families, their nations, their people who have come before them. They HAD to cross over so that they can join with their FATHERS FATHERS.

I kept sending them phrases about joining with the Creator...to go to the Light and go to the Creator. That the Creator can and will take care of them...that they were the Creators own children.

As I was sending them the messages, I could feel several of the spirits slow fade into the Creator...as if their spirit was slowly melding with the Creator. As if their own identity was being woven into the tapestry of the "world to come". I could still feel the anger of others. But most of them did cross over and join with the Creator.


London, Ont March 29, 2005
During the week of March 18, 2005 I began to receive mental images asking us to drive to London, Ont and visit the London Archeological Museum. We were to bring the following items: Deb's drum, a container of tobacco (these will be commented on further down the page).

There is an active dig going on at that site. We arrived on March 28th and paid a cursory visit to the site. We visited the site about 5 years ago or so. I was appalled that new homes had been built over the past 6 years or so. Furthering the deterioration and destruction of the site. When we arrived on the site, the spirits were surprised that we had come. They grew quiet and withdrawn. I asked them why were had been summoned by them.

Their reply was that they were afraid of leaving the site as they not be able to return. I understood. Oftentimes, facing the unknown can be so fearful with great anticipation.
We made contact with the local personnel at the museum and were told that
both the site and the museum were closed until May. There was no explanation as to why the museum was closed during a business day.

We were briefly told that the site was covered with deep mud and snow. What the woman failed to mention was that there were abundant tracks of where people had been walking over the past few days!

Deb and I made our way slowly and carefully as there was a lot of heavy packed snow and ice still on the ground. We slipped and slid our way to the where the palisades were and looked through the saplings. We were horrified to see that the main long house had been removed but the outline of the house was allowed to remain. There was a smaller structure some distance away from the long house that had been constructed as a poor representation of the long house.

As we walked about the land I asked the spirits why we were summoned. They sought an explanation as to why members of their nation was still being held for display and not returned to Mother Earth. I tried to explain why these "idiot honkeys" show more interest for a pile of old bones but would not even lift a finger to help with a living human being! They clucked their tongues in their mouth and chuckled over the white man. The white man who was more worried about some dead Indians bones than a live Indian!

As we drove back to the hotel to relax a bit and think back to the days events, during the evening I began to receive mental images of Indians in their full native regalia dancing in the streets that has devastated their land. But this was not of any joyous celebration! This was of a form of anger and hatred for what the white man has done to their land and peoples. This was more an attempt at sorcery and witchcraft. To bring ill upon the whites who still live on their land. To try to drive off the white man from their native tribal lands. Their headdresses and masks were frightening and they danced their way through the streets and through the houses. But they had no effect.

I was also shown images of people (numbering in the thousands) who had lived on the site. They were not only living on the 4-5 acres as described by the Museum. The original native lands were about a mile in different directions. Their center of their land was along a river that was neither as slow or narrow, as it is today. There were children playing along the banks, there were woman who were drawing water from the river. There were families. Many of them. There were intergenerational. Sometimes as many as four generations lived nearby.

The next day (March 28) we drove back to the site and started to take many photos. While we were there we were unable to use the LCD screen (perhaps do to the strong sunlight). We used the viewfinder to aim the camera.

Janet had asked if we could bring back some of the land in a small plastic container. As I asked the spirits as to where to dig, I received a communication which more or less showed us where the small containers of dirt were to be removed from. As Deb removed the dirt, I suddenly received the overwhelming urge to go back to the car and take our drum and tobacco back to where Deb was taking the Mother Earth. I did so. I could plainly hear the irritation in the voices of the Spirits as they chuckled that we were going to take some part of their land but that we had NOT offered anything in return. As I walked to the place where Deb was digging, I bent down and took a finger full of tobacco and offered it to the Four Directions. Then I took more tobacco and made a type of circle of tobacco around the small hole. We continued to drop more tobacco until there was a loose covering of tobacco over the hole.

Before I started to leave the tobacco offering, I walked up to Deb and handed her the drum and asked her to slowly and quietly (reverently) play the drum. She asked what to play. I told her not to worry about WHAT to play, just do it! She started to drum ever so quietly at first, and within seconds she was playing with a totally different tune and pattern she was playing before. I asked her where she received that tune from and she told me to hush. I quietly waited until she stopped and waited for her to explain to me WHERE she had heard that tune. "They gave it to me...they told me to play it like that..." I stood dumfounded...she did not speak any further about the event.

We decided to drive back to the hotel and use the bathroom and prepare to return home. As we drove back to the hotel I received an interesting message partially of gratitude, partially from sadness "The drum has not been heard on our land in almost 100 years." I choked back huge sobs and tears. I then told Deb what they had said. She choked back a gasp and told me the following: "You know back there when you were talking while I was drumming and I hushed you? While I was playing they said: 'Thank you for playing WITH us.'" Not for us...but WITH us.

About an hour later, we arrived at the "Ska-Nah-Doht" Iroquois village near London, Ont. This place was far different than the London Museum's site! This was peaceful! I could sense thousands of spirits, but they were largely at peace with their surroundings. As we toured the small museum, I could sense that this place was not about the digging up of people or conquest, but more about the love of the Father's Fathers.

We slowly walked our way towards a path and we noticed that some people were working inside one of the cabins. On the cabin was a plaque dedicated to a Chief who had lived in the building at various times since the mid19th century. The cabin was originally built by a white man and later purchased by a Native family. The youngest who grew up in that cabin later became the Chief and he bequeathed the cabin to the Village out of respect. There were also other cabins that we bequeathed in the same manner. All together there were 3 cabins. We did not go to the third cabin because it was closed up.

We approached the cabin where the people were working. I asked them what they were doing and they explained to us that the cabin was used during the winter months to show people how to make snowshoes and now they had to put their "props" away for the year. I was struck with one of the workers a lady who was in her middle age years whose face showed not only her Iroquois heritage but also that she had lived on the land for many lifetimes. To her this is the land that she loves! She is the Guardian of the land.

I asked her why this place was so different compared to the London Museum's site. She glanced at me briefly, sizing me up and stated "... its because that site is so busy." Within split seconds I understood what she meant...because of the desecration! I asked her what they do if they find remains. Her reply was stoic and paint truthed: "We study them and then leave them alone". "You mean, that you leave them in-situ? (means to leave them at the original burial site undisturbed). "Yes..." was her reply. I smiled and told her "How wonderful that you respect those that are buried!".

I can hardly wait until the weather clears and the snow melts and the ground becomes hard again! I wanna go back to the Ska-Noh-Doht!
October 14, 2005
At about 2:30 PM EST I received a phone call from a friend who lives in Texas. “Al, I need your brain!” “Sure...what did you do, lose yours?” I joked with her. “No, I am serious! I have a serious situation on my hands and I don't know what to do...can we please work together with you on this?” “Sure”, I reassured her.
“Whats up?”
“Bubba's missing...” she blurts out with a lot of emotion while choking back tears. “Bubba” was her 12 year old grandson who was quite troubled. His Mom was taking him to a doctors appointment and he didn't want to go. Bubba decided that the best course of action for him as to run off so he did. His Mom called her Mother-In-Law (my friend in Texas). Once she received th full story she asked if she could call her “psychic friend” The daughter in law agreed.
“Can you please help me find Bubba? I am so upset that I can't seem to be able to focus, maybe you can help me?” I assured that I would try. But nothing really helped. Not even the breathing techniques that I sometimes use to help me focus my abilities. Nothing seemed to help and my friend was growing desperate. I could hear it in her voice.
“I can't focus, I am too upset! You try, will you?”
“Sure...”, I replied. Knowing full well that a young person's life depended on the answers that we hoped would come. I started to pray in ancient Hebrew. An old prayer that is so private to me that when I chant it, no one recognizes the full meaning of the prayer. While chanting that prayer, our family has had several miracles happen, so we believe in that prayer. I am also praying not only in Hebrew but also English that I may be able to see “Bubba” through the eyes of his father (who was deceased).
I start to receive information and it flowing fast. I saw Bubba run out of the doctor's office and go to the right. After that he went to the rear of the building and his from his Mom. Mom decided to chase after him, but by the time Mom makes t out of the building, Bubba has totally vanished.
What Bubba had done was to find a small spot to hide and when his Mom had turned her back, Bubba took off once again. Mom gets more panicky and decides to call the police when she can't find Bubba. Bubba sees the police cars and fire trucks being dispatched to the doctors office but he decides to run to a small park and hide behind some trees.
He crouches down low with his arms around his legs in a sitting position. His Mom continues to look for Bubba along with the police and decides to call Grandma. Grandma calls me and I tell Grandma what I see. Grandma calls the Mom back and tells her what I had seen and the daughter authenticates what I had seen did happen.
Grandma calls me back to see if there are any more clues and I report to her where Bubba is (in the park, but heading down to the local river). She calls her daughter-in-law back and tells her. Bubba's Mom tells the police officers where to search next and they head for the park and river.
Meanwhile, I see a grown older male approaching Bubba from a distance and grow concerned. I don't feel that I can share this with Grandma as her stress level was already off the “sressometer”!
I continue to tell her that he is heading down to the river. Grandma decides to call Bubba's Mom and tell here the news. I am sitting on my sofa praying and praying when suddenly I feel completely calm! SOMETHING had changed! I knew, somehow that Bubba would be all right I have no explanation for this feeling, but I have experienced it before.
Suddenly the phone rang and it was my friend. “Good news!”, she announced “they found him!” I breathed a sigh of relief and uttered many silent prayers in both Hebrew and English thanking for the safe return of Bubba. “Where was he?” “He was seen walking towards a house that is near the levee...he was walking in the park , then went down to the river and decided to walk to the house on the levee. The people in the house saw Bubba (knowing that since it was early in the day in California, Bubba should have been in school), so they called the police. Since we had told the police that he may be at the park, they were on their way when the call came through sighting Bubba.”

Case ended.
Bubba was returned.



Feb. 8, 2007:
Yesterday after while I was working on my computer, I started to sense a female presence in our living room. I paid no attention to this and kept working.
I could hear Beth talking and asking questions of the spirit. I am fairly certain that I may have heard the spirit answer back.  The exchange went as follows:

"Hi...why are you upset? Why are you crying?" Beth asked.
"(inaudible response from the spirit)".

"Are you all right? Why are you crying?" Beth again repeated.

"I am ok..." said the spirit.

I decided to continue working on the project on my computer. After about 10 minutes or so, I decided to see who is/was in our living room. I initially thought that it may have been our eldest daughter Celeste. Perhaps, her car broke down. Or that she was upset for some reason. I sat down on the sofa in our living room and flipped the television on. I decided to visit watch some of the national news networks and I saw that Anna Nicole Smith has passed. I sat on the sofa in total shock.

After approximately 30 minutes I hear an inner voice that told me to meditate. I turned the television off and started my meditation. As I reached the final state of my meditation, I heard a voice ask me "Where is Danny?" The voice was insistent that the female spirit wanted to communicate with some person whose name is Danny.
Within seconds I understand what was happening. I asked the spirit if it was Anna Nicole Smith. I clearly heard the reply: "Yes".

I asked the spirit what it wanted and the spirit replied, "I want to see Danny. Where is Danny?" the spirit's voice raised with worry and fear that she may never again see or hear from her son, Danny. "How do I find him? Can you help?" I replied, "Yes, I can help but first before I try to help you, you need to understand some things about where you are." "What do I need to know?" "You need to fully understand that you are deceased and no longer alive. That means that you can travel anywhere's in the Universe simply by thinking...you do NOT need your body to move about. Plus, that you can raise your vibrational levels up and down and by doing so you can ascend to God where there is no pain, no fear, no worry. Eventually, through practice you can even see God!" "Really?" "Yes", I replied. "You CAN ascend to the Father."

"Where is Danny?" "Let me start meditating and I will see if I can locate him..."  Initially, I grew worried that it seemed to take a long time for him to eventually contact me via telepathy. I was not certain that I might not be able to locate Danny.  Eventually, after some additional minutes he came to us.  I told him that his Mom had passed and that he may be able to see her in a few minutes or so.  He didn't believe me. But he stayed in contact anyway's. Within about a half hour he could fully sense and see her. He gave her a huge hug and started to ask questions.  I ended the meditation as this was their private moment...

I decided to return to my work on the computer. When I was finished, I walked out of the "office" and as I passed through the dining room there was a wonderful scent of
perfume! I stood there enjoy the fragrance...then I walked away and returned to the spot to see if what I had smelled could be duplicated. It couldn't. All I smelled were the "usual" smells of our home.

Later, I could sense the female spirit was back again and seemed to sense some form of "thank you"...the spirit then disappeared.

2/8/2007 3:11 PM when this occurred.

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Trip to Munising, MI 10/20/2007

Our family has been going through a lot of stress for the 2 months or so. We held a family meeting to see how and what we could do as a family to go on some sort of short term "road trip" to reduce the stress levels.  During the family meeting, we decided that we should all go to Munising, MI for a day or so.

Deb and I had traveled there in early August during our 31 wedding anniversary. The area was really beautiful then and we ere certain that it would be even more beautiful during the fall time.

We departed from our Grand Rapids, MI home on October 20, 2007 in a rented SUV. We took Belle our puppy with us. Belle is unusual that if you drive too slow for her liking, she will whine. Once you hit the freeway and start going the speed limit, she calms right down.

The trip was fairly uneventful. Eventually after driving some hour or so we finally arrived at the Meijer gas station in Cadillac to purchase some additional gas. Gas plus bathroom break.

Soon we all climb back into the SUV and hit the trail. After driving some 2 additional hours we eventually arrive at the Mighty Mackinac bridge. The bridge was beautiful...the morning we left our home the temperatures were only in the low 50's. By the time we made it to the bridge the temperatures had risen to almost 60 degrees. By the time we arrive at Munising the temperatures rose steadily to where they were 70 degrees.

We cross the bridge and stopped by the rest area right after you cross the bridge. Everyone except for me and Belle piled out of the SUV and headed for the toilets.  Belle and I decide to take a brief walk. I notice that there is a trail sponsored by one of the local hiking clubs and decide to walk the trail a bit.  As we ere walking along the trail, I stumbled over a small tree stump that had been removed. The stump wasn't more than an inch high. But somehow, I managed to hit the stump just right and wind up on my stomach on the damp miserable ground. Belle stood there looking at me. Almost as if to say, "Git yer fat butt up off the ground and let's get walking!" I complied. Within minutes, Belle and I decide to turn back and join the others. Josh came walking up to me quickly...he had been running.  We all walked back the SUV and climbed in and took off once again.

After driving another 2 hours we eventually arrive in Munising. On the outskirts of town there is a really nice Native American trading post.  Once again, everyone goes on except for Belle and I.
We walk along the property waiting for Belle to make up her mind and take a good pee. But she didn't. Eventually everyone piled out of the shop and back into the SUV and off we go! This time we drove to the motel where we will be staying for the night, picked up our room key and then drove to Hardee's for both lunch and supper.  One can say what they want about fast food, but that particular Hardee's is anything but FAST!   Eventually, we receive our food and decide to eat by the shores of Lake Superior.

We drive a little ways and park in one of the state operated parks.  We were the only ones there initially. We consumed our lunch/supper and then headed off to look at one of the many falls that are around Munising. The closest one was Scott Falls. When we were at Scott Falls in August, the area was so dry that the falls were totally dry! Since then, a steady rain fall kept the falls filled once again.  I was surprised that the falls were as narrow as they were.

Celeste, Beth and Josh decided to climb the falls and see if they could go inside.  The walk was more of a climb actually. But they all cooperated and eventually they all arrived at the inside where the area was nice and dry. Celeste later mentioned t me that she could sense that some guy had lived there some years ago...perhaps as far back as during the 1800's. We felt the same feeling in August but neither Deb not I ever mentioned that to Celeste. Celeste just couldn't shake the feeling that she was not alone.

After spending some time at the falls, we decided to move on to the next falls. The falls we had planned to visit is Munising Falls. Deb has chosen this falls as part of her meditative center.  I decided that this would be a wonderful time to spend some time at the falls. We arrive at the falls quickly. We schlepp up the steady walkway with Belle and 3 adult children in tow.

Celeste was impressed with both the beauty and size of the falls. Celeste and Josh decide to walk to the falls and walk behind the falls. Bethany opted to stay with us.  Deb said that she could sense that there were many eyes who were watching us.  I used Josh's camera to take some great photo's of  Celeste and Josh walking behind the falls.  

After we are finished with the falls, we go back to the motel to rest for a short time. The darkness was setting in and pretty much everything closed in Munising after 9 PM. Unless it was food oriented! Celeste started to look at the photographs that we had taken earlier in Josh's digital camera and was shocked that while we were at Munising falls a large orb came into view near the front of the falls. I looked at that photo several times and wished that there was some way to print the photo out. The only way we could do that was to drive about 46 miles to Marquette, MI to Walmart and process the photo's there. The time was just too late and we were just too exhausted after driving about 400 miles to Munising.

We decided to just go ahead and have the photo's printed at our local Walmart.

We wake up the next morning and Josh explains that during the night, his blankets were taken from his bed and neatly folded and placed the the foot end of his bed. Josh also explained that this happened not once, but twice! I quizzed him about the experience and he mentions that the blankets did not just fall off the bed.  The blankets had been removed, folded neatly and then placed at the foot end of his roll-away bed. The blankets were folded with intent.

A few minutes later we decide to eat at one of the local breakfast eateries in shifts. First the girls go and eat, then the guys. After we arrive back at the Motel, we decide to fill the tank of the SUV. We do so. We go back to the Motel to pack everything up and load the SUV. We decide after some discussion to go and see Miners Castle and Miners falls. We know that our time is so limited that we have to make every moment count. We drive to the parking lot of the  falls and decide to schlepp (once again) down the path and see what we will find.  When we arrive we find the beautiful falls. The view was breath taking! As we were standing near the falls on the steps, Celeste could see a small figure of a "spirit animal" that scampered up the hill and into the forest.

As we stood in the forest watching the falls and looking at all of the trees, Celeste mentioned that she could feel us being stared at. That is nothing new for Deb and I. We have become, over the years used to be stared at and studied by spirits.  Celeste also mentioned that she was being really creeped out by the feelings. Deb and I can understand her feelings; but we are concerned that she may never really overcome her feelings of fear of death. One of the first things that any medium has to overcome is their own fear of death.

After we left the falls area, we decide to do a little off road driving. We decide to follow some of the old logging roads. We choose one road (the word "road" is really a misnomer...more of a trail, really).  Soon the road was very rough and Deb was worried that something might happen to us as we ride.  After another 20 minutes or so, we see a local road (Indiantown Road) and decide to drive down the road.  Al was really drawn to this road because in the past there were many Native Americans who lived in the area. Al and Deb drove past the road several times during the August visit and felt that a quick drive would not hurt.

As we drove down the Indiantown Road, Al could sense that we were being watched once again by spirits. Indiantown Road came to a fork in the road and we took the fork that went to the right. As we drove along the unpaved gravel road we saw a small grouping of Turkey's just walking around, minding their own business. The turkeys were not the wild variety as they were white in color. The male started to exhibit his tail plumage. Al rolled down his window and started to imitate the sound that the turkeys were making. The male grew more aggravated and started to walk towards the SUV.  We decide to beat a fast retreat giggling that the male turkey thought that we were something fearful.

The time proved to be too short for us and we have to hit the road for the trip home.  We do so and start driving down M28. The trip was rather uneventful until we drove past a government shaped type of building that was about two stories in height. Made out of brick, Al could sense that the building may have been used either as an orphanage or possibly as an Indian Boarding School.  

Al wants to go back some day and check the building out more throughly.  He would like to be able to go inside and see what we might be able to make any connection with any spirits.

The rest of the trip went fairly uneventfully with us stopping at the pasrk just noprth of the Mackinac bridge for a fast supper. Before we had left Munising we had purchased some sliced ham, cheese, a few condiments and rolls. The quick meal tasted really delicious.

We then made the rest of the trip home...arrived home about 9 PM.

Later that night, Deb had taken Belle our pup outside to use the facilities when Deb noticed a dark shadow that stood at the end of our property line. The figure stood there watching Belle and Deb. Belle began to dark in the vicinity of the dark shadow figure. Deb came in and told Al about the sighting and made a mental note of it.

The next day we drove to a local Sam's Club to purchase some kitty litter.  While Al was loading the litter, Al noticed that a man dressed in late 1800's miners dress staring at him and Debbie at the end of the aisle. The lone figure must have followed us home from the Munising area.

A day or two later, Deb noticed the shadow of a dark figure standing on our stairway landing peeking out from behind the window (looking out the window). Deb told Al and he made another mental note of the sighting.

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