The Fire Station

About six years ago, I was asked if I wanted to observe a female paranormal team do an investigation. They knew I was a sensitive and that I was curious about how a team goes about an investigation. They were asked to investigate a fire station in Los Angeles County, which was located next to an old cemetery. I absolutely wanted to go and observe these ladies in action.

A few days before the investigation, I went over to the woman’s home that was in charge of the group. She wanted to get me familiar with the equipment that they were going to use during the investigation and teach me how to use it. Also, she wanted to show me evidence of their past investigations. It was all very interesting and I appreciated her taking the time to show me what happens behind the scenes before they approach an investigation.

The day of the investigation, I was nervous. Plus, I was dealing with a spirit that had been really weighing on me. I was going on days with no sleep and was anxious. REMEMBER, this was six years ago and I was still learning how to set boundaries with spirits. I was hoping the investigation was going to be a fun distraction.

When we got to the fire station, the ladies started interviewing all of the firemen and their Fire Chief. Then they started setting up their equipment all over the station, which was small. The plan was to start with the areas with the least activity, then move their way to the more active areas, then end up in the old cemetery next door. That is where the firemen thought the activity was coming from.

The activity was mainly in the room that they all slept in. Right next to that room, on the other side of the wall, was the cemetery. They said that they heard a little girl either crying or laughing. They had felt their beds shake while trying to sleep. They heard knocking throughout the room. Also, they said that things would get moved. They would set something somewhere and when they came back, it would be oved. Also, they sometimes thought they saw something real quick in the mirror in the bathroom.

As I walked through the fire station, I felt nothing out of the ordinary, but also I was taking in every detail and every thing these ladies were doing. They asked the firemen to all stay in the sitting/kitchen area during their investigation. Only one fireman wanted to be apart of the investigation, so he and I observed the ladies doing their thing. He and I just stood out of the way and kept quiet. This was all kind of boring and long, until we got to the room that the firemen slept in.

The ladies then asked us to sit on the far side of the room so they could do their investigation. They were getting some good hits on their EMF detector, and after asking a lot of questions, they thought they were talking to a little girl. They proceeded to get down on their knees to be at the little girls level, so she wouldn’t feel frightened. That is when I got full body static electricity chills. They were so strong, it took my breath away. I could feel the most intense energy circling around me. Then, I could feel a male presence standing next to me. He seemed to be amused by what the ladies were doing, and he was giggling. I could see him perfectly. He was tall, he had light hair, and he looked like he was either late 30’s or early 40’s.

He then said to me, “Who do they think they are talking too?” I told him I had no idea, because I didn’t see a thing. Then we both laughed and that got the ladies attention … I forgot to use my inside voice and laughed out loud. They were not happy, so I explained to them that I was feeling a male spirit around me. They thought I was making it up, like I was crazy … as they were on their knees communicating with air. Then the male spirit said something to me … I hear, “Go outside and look.” So I tell the ladies that I need some fresh air and I excused myself from the investigation.

Once I was outside, I could still feel him with me, but he was frustrated. I didn’t understand what he was trying to tell me, so I walked around outside and sat out there for awhile, until the ladies were done with their investigation. I went back in and helped them gather up all their equipment. The woman in charge was being so rude to me. As we were putting all the equipment in their bags and talking to the firemen, I could feel the male presence with me again, and this time he said, “Turn around and look inside.”

I froze, then I slowly turned around, and behind me on the wall (which I did not even notice before), was a glass case filled with pictures of fallen fire fighters. And right in the middle was the man I had been feeling and talking to. I blurted out loud, “Who is this?” Everyone went quiet. Then the Fire Chief said, “That is KH, he was my best friend, but he wasn’t ever assigned to this station. His death was all over the news, he died during one of the largest fires in LA. He got trapped with another fire fighter, between the fire truck and the fire. His death was tragic.” I then explained to him that his spirit was with me, and he wanted his friend to give his family a message. The message was that he was good and that he was sorry he didn’t get to say goodbye. He loves his family and he is always with them. I then noticed that all the firemen had tears in their eyes. I could feel their fear that what happened to KH could happen to them. And they were genuinely sad by the loss of one of their own, regardless if they knew him or not. They were one big family.

When I got home, I looked up the story of KH, and I cried. I felt like I knew him and I felt so horrible for his family. I hope they got the message from the Fire Chief, and got a little comfort from KH’s message for them.

I did not go on another investigation with the ladies. They spend every chance they can get doing investigations. Some have picked their search for ghosts over their families, and were still waiting to have that big paranormal moment happen for them. It really bothered them that I could go into an investigation and communicate without all the gadgets. The ugly monster called “jealousy” reared its head and I don’t play with mean girls!

Be kind, don’t judge, listen to one another, have patience, and just be nice … It’s good juju. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!

 

 

Something New

I have interactions with spirits all the time. They are short and sweet, but not forgotten. That is why I am going to start writing about the little encounters that happen. Also, it gives me a fun break from writing the longer more detailed encounters that I experience. Every encounter I have with a spirit is meaningful to me, and I want to share more of what normal is to me. What I mean by that is that I see and feel spirits all the time. That is my normal. I do know how to protect myself and how to block things out, but its just a part of my everyday life. Also, every situation and encounter is different.

My safe place and my sanctuary is my home. I do not do readings at my home, and if I feel that a person has come into my home with any sort of negative juju, I cleanse. I tease that my home is always on “lock down” from spirits. Not that the spirits always listen, but I have the tools to protect myself and my family.

So, please enjoy the little but important stories of spirits just doing their thing and me loving the chance to share my experiences….Big or small.

An Unexpected Message

Even though I am a medium, I love to see a medium live on stage and I love to take my friends. I appreciate how we all get our information from spirits differently. One of my favorite mediums is Cindy Caza. I have seen her in Irvine 3 times. Back in May, I planned a girl’s night out to go see Cindy with about 20 ladies and a lot of them got amazing messages. Two of my dear girlfriends could not make it that night, so when Cindy came back to town a few weeks ago, the three of us decided last minute to go.

But, my adventure started before I met the ladies. I wasn’t meeting M and R until 6:30, so I went to dinner with my husband. We met at Cedar Creek in San Juan Capistrano. We love that restaurant, and they have a great happy hour. We sat in the bar area and it was crowded. Then I could feel it … the static electricity feeling up my right side. When I am in public and this happens, I start looking all over the place. It’s like all of a sudden I have a very keen sense of my surroundings. My husband can tell instantly when I have a visitor. He always asks, “Does the person belong to someone here?” This time I got the feeling they did not. I could tell that the spirit was a short man with brown hair, but I could not tell his age. He actually reminded me of a friend of my husbands. So I asked him when was the last time he talked to “F,” and he said he just got off the phone with him. That was a relief.

So, I left to meet M and R, with the unknown short man with brown hair. We met near the Irvine Spectrum, then got into my car. When we got to the Spectrum, we had some time before the show, so we went to Cucina Enoteca for a drink and snacks. This spirit was still with me. I couldn’t tell if I was anxious because I always get anxious going to see a medium, or because I can sense all the energy in the room and sometimes it is uncomfortable. Or, was I anxious because of this man’s spirit that was with me? Also, I forgot my quartz crystal, that usually keeps me calm and focused in that kind of situation.

When we got to the Improv for the show, I had to focus and detach myself from the environment. Just get myself to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. The show was amazing. Cindy is amazing. It seems every time I see her, she gets better, or maybe the spirits are more communicative. Neither of my friends got a message, but they enjoyed watching Cindy do her thing.

On our way back to drop my friends off at their car, I could still sense the spirit of the short man. My friends were discussing what personal items they brought with them to the show, hoping to get a message from their loved ones. Then all of a sudden, I had the worst pain on the right side of my head. It went from behind my eye to my ear. So I asked the ladies if either of the people they were wanting a message from died of a brain tumor? M said yes. I then told her not to tell me anything else until we parked, because I’ve had a spirit with me all night and now I know he belongs to her.

I could not park my car fast enough. This man’s spirit was eager and active. I asked M to give me the picture of who she wanted to hear from, but to give it to me upside down. First, she handed me a paper copy of a picture and I said “No, I need an original picture.” She handed me the other picture, which I held between my hands. Now the energy was just pouring out of my hands and I could see this man perfectly. He told me that he was M’s father. I told M. Then I felt really sick. I felt like my esophagus to my stomach was rotten and it was making me gag. Also, I was still having the horrible pain on the right side of my head. The taste in my mouth and the sour feeling in my stomach was horrible. M then explained that because of her father’s brain tumor (glioblastoma), it caused him to have throat and stomach problems (Giardiasis).

Now I could see M’s father standing in front of my car. I asked him why he was out there and not in the car with us and he was so funny, he said, “There is no room for me in there.” He has what sounded like a thick New Jersey accent, and he was talking with his hands and arms. Very animated. I asked M if he is from New Jersey and she said he was. Then I described him to her:  He is short, with brown hair that is balding down the middle. He is wearing slacks, loafers, a button-up shirt, and a tan cardigan. He wants me to picture him younger than what he was in the picture I am holding upside down. I asked M how tall he was, because he looks like maybe 5’6″. She said he was 5’5″.

He is a character. Larger than life. Out spoken and out going. He keeps telling me that he is really smart. Not just smart, but really smart. I tell M this and she said he was a doctor. Which I already knew, so that is why he kept making sure I knew how smart he was. Then he said to me that he needed to talk about his death. I asked M if she was ok with that and she said she needed some answers. Then he was about to tell me his name when M tells me it at the same time. I will call him C.

C then has me standing in his hospital room before he died. I am standing at the end of his bed looking at him, but he won’t let me see his face. Then he puts me in his spot, laying in the bed looking up at his family surrounding the bed. I can see M to my right, then her sister, then her brother, then on the left side of the bed, I can see her other sister, and then her mom is holding my left hand. (I am assuming these are M’s siblings.) I feel like I have been waiting for one of my children to get there, and now everyone is there and around my bed. He kept repeating that his wife was holding his left hand. I told M all of this and she said that is exactly what happened, and it was all her siblings, and her one sister finally got there to be with their father before he passed.

C then has me look past his family that are around his bed and I can see three people standing there. They are spirits. His says that they are his father, mother, and his brother, and they were waiting for him to take him to heaven. Then in a snap, he shows me that he is alone in his room and his soul gets up off the bed and goes with his parents and his brother. I tell M all this and she said that her family was not in the room when he passed. Her father then said to me, “I couldn’t go with you all watching me, I had to do it my way.” I told M and she said that sounds just like him.

C had one last message for M. He told me to tell M that the sister that takes after him or is most like him, needs to see a doctor. He says she needs to be concerned with her lower stomach area. M then tells me that her mother died of ovarian cancer. Well, her dad is concerned about her sister, so give her the message.

I finally turned over the picture that M gave me. It was this one:

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I said that he did not show himself to me at that age. The picture at the beginning of this story is how he looked to me, standing out front of my car. I then asked M why she thought that he would not let me see his face when he was in the hospital bed. She said that his face was really bloated from all of the medications and he looked awful.

I was so happy to be able to give my dear friend some closure and to connect her with her father. I am also appreciative that she and her father trusted me with such an important message. Also, I loved the excitement from our girlfriend (in the back seat) that got to listen and watch me do my thing. You can explain your gift to someone, but it is more powerful when you get to see it in person. I always am high on life after a message. I truly believe it is what I am meant to do … help people.

 

 

Sorry … had to take a little break.

I did not forget about posting, I promise. Life has been crazy for me lately, I know you know how that is. October through December are over the top busy months for me. On top of being busy, I have been sick the entire month of October, but really sick the last few weeks. I just didn’t have it in me to get a post together. It takes me awhile to write one post, because I want all the details correct and for it to be easy to understand. I did however, when I was feeling good, have some amazing readings that I can not wait to write about.

Until then, Please don’t give up on me, I have more to come.