Lost, Evil, and Grumpy: Part 1

About one year ago, I did the investigation that got me started on this journey of telling my stories on this blog. I was asked to do an investigation at an office building. There were three businesses in the building, and all three were owned by the same person. It was her business partner with one of the businesses that asked me to do the investigation. The employees were a little freaked out about unexplained occurrences that were happening all over the building. The owner, who I will call, Mrs. X, is a skeptic. Her partner, who I will call Mrs. V, believes in the paranormal, and thinks the building is definitely haunted. So, to ease the minds of the employees, Mrs. X was ok with Mrs. V calling in an investigative medium.

Mrs. V and I talked several times before we set a day and time for me to investigate. I asked that her employees were present at first, so they could tell me about their experiences, then I preferred them to leave, except Mrs. V so that I could focus on reading the building. I needed her to take notes as I shared exactly what I was seeing, hearing, feeling, and smelling. When I open myself up to read a location, I can’t have a lot of people around, it is distracting, as I can pick up their feelings or their loved ones who have passed away.

We picked an afternoon in July, 2017. If you have read all of my of posts, then you know that I think it is ridiculous to do investigations in the dark, while running into walls and being half scared out of your mind. The dead don’t care what time of day it is … when they have a message, they have a message! I see them in the light and in the dark as clear as if I were standing in front of you talking.

Before I go to a location, I work on clearing my mind and doing activities that are relaxing to me. Gardening in my backyard is what I prefer to do, but if I am at work before I go to an investigation, I will close my doors and sit in silence. On my way to the location, I get very nervous. I always second guess myself and I always make a promise to myself that if I hear or feel nothing, I will tell the client exactly that. I never want to be known as a fraud. It would crush me.

Lost … (Spirit #1)

When I got to the building, which is in Laguna Niguel, I am already getting chills and tingles on the right side of my head. I feel the need to drive around the building once before I park … not sure why at that point. When I park, I don’t park out front, I park on the side of the building by the warehouse and walk around to the front. I am drawn to the warehouse right away.

Inside I am greeted by Mrs. V, and her staff. They are all sitting at a long table in the middle of the room. The group is all female except for one male who runs the warehouse. They all work for one of the three companies that occupy this building. The company creates and sells health and beauty products. I am about to ask each person to tell their experiences, when Mrs. X walks in. I automatically can sense her skepticism. Not only do I feel it, I see it … a clear block wall along with her body language, arms crossed and shoulders high … says to me … I don’t believe in this crap. So right then, I shut her out. I am there to help, so I have to ignore the negative vibe she is radiating.

One at a time, each employee tells me what they have experienced: The heavy door to the warehouse opens and closes by itself. Doors lock on their own. Chairs moving. Heavy footsteps on the second floor. Feelings of being watched. Headaches. Upset stomachs. Anxiety on the second floor. When they are done, I tell them that I need to walk through the warehouse first by myself. I am being drawn there. I always do an initial walk through of a location by myself before I say anything, just to see what I feel.

As I entered the warehouse, I see a young man right away. He has a lot to say. I have to go back to where everyone is sitting to have them write down what this young man is telling me. He is excited and is telling me who he is before I can get to Mrs. V to take notes. I tell her to grab her notebook and pen, there is a spirit with me and he is talking fast. Then I say everything I hear, see, and feel:

The spirit is a young male in his early 20’s. He keeps saying the number 8. He is average height, brown hair, and thin. He says his name is either Jay or Jason … all I hear is the Ja sound. Then he shows me a red motorcycle. He was killed in an accident while riding this motorcycle. Then he said the weirdest thing to me. He said, “your son, your son.”  I thought he was saying that he knew one of my sons. That made my stomach drop. Then he showed me himself hanging out with friends in a warehouse or garage, talking about bikes and cars. He was welding and smoking a cigarette. Then again he says to me, “your son, your son.”

I asked him why he was there. He seemed confused, but says he was drawn there because of all the women. He only messes with the guy in the warehouse because he is new and he prefers all the ladies. He is not trying to scare anyone, he just likes it there. So then I asked him about the heavy footsteps and if he is causing the headaches and stomach aches. He said no, that there is a bad man upstairs. That is when Ja disappeared.

I did not get to finish asking him questions, so Mrs. V said they would do research to see if there were any motorcycle deaths in the area and use all the info I gave them to figure out the mystery. I told them to remember that Ja kept saying the number 8, it could mean something. And I was going to figure out why he kept saying, “your son.”

Evil … (Spirit #2)

I had to move on. I still needed to investigate the rest of this building. I really did not want to go upstairs. I already had my crystal in my pocket, but for some reason, I felt I needed to grab my rosary. I asked Mrs. V to come with me so I had access to every office. As I approached the bottom of the stairs, I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Then I started to feel anxious. My legs felt like they had cement boots on them as I slowly walked up the stairs. When I got to the top, I was hit by a heavy uncomfortable energy. This space was not good. Then I felt the presence of what looked like a man. He was large and surrounded by black. He would not let me see his face, but he was mad. He told me to get the “F” out of there. His voice was deep and sent a cold chill through my body. He was pure evil.

I then said to Mrs. V, there is no way anyone could work up here. The energy is horrific. She then told me that there was only one person working up there. I then asked if she had headaches and stomach problems all the time? Also, mood swings and feeling drained of energy? Mrs. V said she knew for sure she had headaches all the time, she would ask about the rest. (Mrs. V did ask and the young woman that had an office on the second floor, shared she was experiencing stomach problems, headaches, mood swings, and she always felt really drained by the end of the day.)

This evil presence was getting really agitated. He wanted to get away from me. He did not like that I could see him or tell the ladies what he was up to. I followed him down a hallway which led to a door to stairs that went down to an exit. As I got halfway down the stairs, he disappeared into the wall which ended up being the rest of the building that I had not investigated yet.

Grumpy … (Spirit #3)

Mrs. V then led me to the offices in the second half of the building, which was a wine storage facility. The entry or lobby of this side was beautiful. I first went into the two big rooms which looked like meeting rooms. Then Mrs. V took me back into the huge wine storage area. The maintenance guy and a female employee had a few experiences they could not explain in the storage area. I could not believe the rows and rows of wine. I was drawn to the back of the building and stopped at a door. Mrs. V unlocked it and when I went inside, my lungs started to hurt and then I smelt cigarettes. Then I could see this little old man. He was kind of hunched over and he had a really wrinkled elf looking face.  He had on khaki pants, a button-down shirt, and a button-up sweater. And he was not friendly. Super grumpy. Mumbling under his breath. He told me to get the “F” out, this was his place.

I did not get a bad feeling from him. Nothing evil, just a grumpy old man. He said he wasn’t going to “f’ing” talk to me …”Go Away!” As I was leaving, he started to laugh. I could see his teeth … lets just say “YUCK.” Then he showed me what he has doing to people there. He shows me that he tripped a woman carrying a box of wine. Then he shows me that he plays hide and seek with the man that works there by hiding in between the isles of wine and standing at the end of whatever isle this man was working in … just to mess with him. This man would have for sure caught a glimpse of old grumpy pants.

When we leave the wine storage area, Mrs. V takes me to the maintenance guys office. I tell him what I just saw and it is exactly what he has been experiencing. (The only difference he witnessed was that the old man had a fishing hat on). One of the female employees had told him that she was carrying a box of wine and it felt like she tripped over something. She said it seemed as if someone stuck their leg out to trip her, but she was the only one in there. I love when I get instant validation.

We are now standing back in the lobby and I am drawn to a closed door. I ask Mrs. V what is behind the door. She says it is a storage closet. I realize that it is what is on the other side under the stairs where the evil presence went through the wall. So of course I have to go in. It is a large closet with a cubby hole that you can crawl into and store more stuff. I go in as far as I can and it is a very heavy energy in there. That is where the evil presence hangs out, but why? So I have Mrs. V take me back to the hallway with the stairs that is on the other side of the storage closets wall.

As I walk toward the stairs, the wall the evil presence went through is to my right and there are two large doors to my left. I can feel that whatever is on the other side of those doors, this presence is drawn to.  Mrs. V opens the doors and there is a desk there, a little round conference table, and then Mrs. V’s office. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I know that this presence has something to do with whoever sits at the desk next to the double doors. Until I know for sure, I don’t say anything to Mrs. V.

At the end of my investigation, I definitely concluded that this building has some stuff going on. I told Mrs. V to take the info I gave her and do some research and to let me know what she finds. Then after knowing more of what we are dealing with, I will come back and cleanse. I already know that I am going to have to deal with each spirit separately and differently.

Part 2 of this investigation is about what Mrs. V finds after doing research. What happens to me after this investigation, and what happens after I cleanse the heck out of this building. To this day, there are a few unanswered questions, but the ones that are validated are unbelievable.

Weekend Getaway

A few years ago, some friends of ours rented a 6,000 square foot home next to The Grand Golf Club. Knowing how much my husband loves to golf, they asked us to join them and two other couples for a weekend of fun and golf. We absolutely accepted and really appreciated the invite. There was 12 of us total, 9 adults and 3 children. We all decided that we would cook dinner and hang out at the house for the two nights we would be there.

The house was gorgeous!! Everyone had rooms upstairs, but my husband and I had our own bedroom and bathroom downstairs. It was like being at a resort.

The guys golfed a lot so us ladies hung out at the restaurant at The Grand, or hung by the pool in the backyard of the house we were staying at. Of course, the subject of me being a medium came up. The two ladies that did not know about my gift, asked me tons of questions. They were fascinated and loved hearing about some of my experiences. One of the ladies was very open to it all. I could sense that she was a sensitive. She told me about some of her experiences, and I definitely knew she was sensitive.

The second night we were there, all of us ladies were in the kitchen making dinner, listening to music, and drinking wine. We were all laughing and having a great time. Then the static chills started on the right side of my body. They came on so strong and fast, that I had to walk out of the kitchen to get a grip. I could feel it was a female spirit. She made me feel giddy and excited. I went back to the kitchen and I could feel her energy swirling around me. It was really cold air, but it was swirling all over me. I walked up to my friend who is sensitive and I grabbed her arms. Her eyes went wide and she went to speak but couldn’t at first. Then she said, “Is there a spirit with you right now? I can feel the cold energy running from your body to mine.”

I told my friend that she was right, and then I started communicating with the spirit. This female spirit was beautiful. She instantly said to me, “I died an old, old lady, but I loved how I looked and felt at this age.” She looked around 60ish. Beautiful face, black hair pulled back in a low pony tail, and she was wearing a crisp white blouse tucked into a long black skirt. She was so classy and beautiful.

This female spirit then explained to me that the home we were in was her sons and she used to love to be there with her family. She had wonderful memories there and she loved cooking for the family in that beautiful kitchen. I asked her if she had a message for her loved ones, and she said, “No, nothing was left unsaid, I was just so happy to see all of you having so much fun. I love watching you cooking together in this kitchen.” Then I really had chills all over my body, I could feel her give me a huge hug and then her energy faded away.

What a beautiful experience!! Such a gracious gift from a beautiful spirit. I love that I got to share the experience with the other ladies, and they loved it. Also, the ladies witnessed how I reacted after I communicate with a spirit … It’s the best natural high in the world!!

The Girl

I should really have titled this story, “The First Spirit That Showed Me The Way.” This young spirit made it clear to me that I could hear her, see her, and feel her emotions. It wasn’t an easy lesson and it took time. Through her patience and persistence, I not only figured out that I could talk to spirits, but that I wasn’t losing my mind. I already knew I could sense spirits, but being able to fully communicate with them changed my life. She changed the way I felt about the spirit world and the unknown.

During or at the end of this story, some of you may have heard of the events that this post is about. I am not going to give dates, names, or exact references out of respect for the family and friends of my spirit girl. I will give her a made up name, because she does deserve more than being called, “The Girl.” I am going to call her Jess, in honor of a dear friend of mine that passed away tragically. So here it goes, this is a long and complex story that really got me started on my journey of helping people communicate with their loved ones and opening up my mind to listen to spirits that need a voice to communicate for them.

A girlfriend of mine texted me and asked if I could do a temp job answering phones for a large company in Foothill Ranch for a couple weeks. Since I worked out of my home at the time, and it was my slow time of year, I said yes. I had not done a temp job for her company before, so I figured if she was calling me, she was desperate, and it sounded fun. Something different. Meet new people. How hard could it be?

The office building was right off of the 241 Toll Road. I had driven past it hundreds of times. It was a beautiful office and everyone was very friendly. I had minimal duties, and mastered the phone system. Ok, I lied … the phone system sucked and no one ever took any of their calls. A large building full of people who, “Were not available,” or “In a Meeting.” Geez!! So, I just lied to everyone all day on the phones and got paid very well to do so. It was temporary … what did I care?

Since I had not worked an 8 hour day in a while, I would come home and pass out. All that lying to people was exhausting. Then the second week came, which was my last five days, and something changed. The energy in the main lobby where I was working felt heavier. I also kept feeling like I was being watched or like someone was standing behind me. I was definitely getting more uncomfortable and I couldn’t wait for the day to end. By the end of the week, I just wanted it to be over.

Pretty much after working that job, the energy in my master bedroom changed. I would wake up in the middle of the night and the energy in my bedroom felt chaotic. Like there were fast swirls of energy going back and forth in the room. Then it would stop. The next night, the energy almost sounded like it was whispering to me. I yelled for the energy to stop and it would. I would wake up frazzled and cranky. I would be in a fog all day. Very distracted and I could tell I was having crazy emotions that were not normal for me.

For me, I like to relieve stress or meditate by speed walking. I don’t listen to music, and I love to walk alone. Me and my thoughts. I had to push myself to get my walk in because of how tired and distracted I felt. For some reason that day, I decided to change my route. It was a longer route, and to an area I didn’t usually walk through. The change of route and the being tormented at night went on for weeks. Then finally, Jess showed herself to me.

I woke up in the middle of the night to cabinets slamming and banging on the walls. I could feel that chaotic energy swirling all over the room. This time it woke my husband up and the moment he sat up, it stopped. He got up and looked around and there was nothing there. I still was sitting up, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the far left corner of my room. I could see what looked like a young girl with brown hair and a cream colored dress on. My husband and I both laid back down to try and go back to sleep. My husband is that lucky person who when their head hits the pillow, they go right to sleep. Not me. I laid there still going over in my mind what I thought I saw, then I felt someone standing next to the bed and I could hear what sounded like breathing. I opened my eyes and there was the young girl from the corner, standing over me. I screamed so loud and jumped on top of my husband, still screaming. I just kept pointing and screaming, but she was gone. My poor hubby, I scared the crap out of him, and he thought I had completely lost my mind.

After several nights of this, I went and talked to someone that was referred to me by a friend, that could possibly give me some advice on how to deal with this spirit. This woman’s first suggestion was to cleanse the house. I was uncomfortable with that because I really felt like this young girl really needed my help. Then she suggested to just talk to the spirit. So that is what I did.

That night, I locked myself in my bedroom, turned off all the lights, sat on the ground, closed my eyes, and spoke to her. I sat there patiently and waited. I could feel the electric chill go up the right side of my body, then I could see her, she was whispering something. I kept telling her that I couldn’t understand her, and she became more and more frantic. Her energy started swirling and I could feel she was becoming more and more agitated. I could feel her frantic energy and she was making me nauseous. I had to yell at her to stop. I told her since I couldn’t understand what she was saying, she had to find other ways to show me.

That is when she would appear more often and I could feel her with me all the time. When she would come to me at night, she would be standing at the foot of my bed, pointing towards the left side of the room. That is where the front of my house was. She would give me other signs, but they did not make sense to me until I found out who she was.

I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in months at this point. The Girl, Jess, was taking a toll on me. I felt run down and distracted all the time. At this point, I had had enough. I had not learned how to be in control, and her feelings were taking over mine. Almost like I was being possessed. So, I called a friend of mine to come and help me cleanse the house. I couldn’t live like this anymore and it was taking a toll on my marriage.

I sat my sons down and told them that I was going to have the house cleansed. What they both said to me shocked the heck out of me. I will never forget this moment and how I felt. My younger son says, “You need to do something, there is a creepy girl that floats over your side of the bed, and she looks like the girl from the movie, The Ring.” Then my other son says, “I’ve seen her too and she is always sitting on the bench at the end of your bed with all her dark hair down in front of her face, and she is rocking back and forth.” Then he adds, “And my brother is right, she looks like that creepy chick from the movie, The Ring,”

I can’t even believe what they are saying to me!!!!! First, I am shocked at how she shows herself to them, because when I see her she is beautiful, and her hair is pulled back into a pony tail. Second, I am not going crazy and I have validation that there is a young girl in my room.  Also, it made me question if I was doing the right thing by cleansing her out. Now I really wanted answers.

The next day (the day before I am going to have the house cleansed), I was home alone, hosing down the backyard and I heard what sounded like a horrible car crash. I lived near a busy street and near the 241 Toll Road, so it wasn’t unusual to hear accidents. But, I realized after 10 minutes or so, that I did not hear any sirens. So, I put down the hose and went out front. Then I walked down the street toward the busy street, and still I hear nothing. So, I thought that I had imagined the crash and headed back home. As I got to my driveway, I felt the static chill all over my body and I froze. I couldn’t move. Then I heard a girl’s voice as plain as day … “I died in a car crash.” Jess was standing there, pointing towards the toll road. I about passed out right there. My body unfroze and I went and sat on the porch. What came to mind right away was all the nights I would see her standing at the end of my bed pointing to the left … she was pointing at the toll road.

I then went inside, got on my computer, and looked up “young girl killed in car crash on 241 toll road.” What came up next was like a punch in the gut. There was her face, alive and beautiful. The car crash was horrific, and I realized which accident it was. It was all over the news when it happened. Not only was the crash the most horrifying scene, it was handled very poorly, and there was a lot of legal action after. I personally refused to look at the terrible pictures that were circulating all over the internet at that time. But, now I could feel Jess standing over me and I could hear her yelling at me to look at the images. I cried and begged her no, but she kept saying, “I need you to see!”

What I saw next made me scream and cry like I had never done before. I was crying so loud and hard, that I was choking. This poor girl, and her poor family!!! I just could not even imagine the pain. Jess then said to me, “I need you to tell my dad something.” I told her that I would try, but I needed to do more research.

I was still crying when my boys and my husband came home. I told them what happened and what has been happening. My older son tells me that his girlfriend used to live next door to the family when Jess was killed. So I asked him to call her and ask her if she could come over to talk to me.

My son’s girlfriend, I will call her Ally, came over and I told her the whole story. And here is where all the signs Jess had been showing me became clear. Ally said she used to live next door to Jess and their fathers are really good friends. I asked her where she used to live and she told me. I couldn’t believe it….. When Jess first started to come to me, is when I changed my walking route, and by changing my route I would walk past Jesses’s (I looked up how to write Jess in plural form and that’s what the internet says) home every time I walked. Then I wanted to know exactly where on the toll road the accident happened. Ally told me where, and I figured out that when I worked that temp job, I could see where Jess died from the windows of the building. My belief is, and this is after doing research, that when someone dies tragically, some are stuck in their death state, and looking for help. I think she sensed that I had the ability to help her.

Ally then told me the events that led to Jesses’s death. (I am not going to give those details, that is her families private business) I also learned that Jess had a drug problem, and had tried to stop doing drugs several times. That explained the agitation and fogginess that her energy was transferring to me. I then asked Ally if Jesses’s father would talk to me. I explained that Jess can not rest until her father gets this message. Ally said she would talk to her dad and let me know.

I was feeling good!! I was feeling back to normal….if I have a normal?? I could sense that Jesses’s energy was calm too. I was so close to helping her and that meant the world to me. Then Ally called…. Her dad said he did not think Jesses’s father or family was ready to hear what I had to say. I was so sad for Jess. So I asked Ally to give her father the message and when he thinks his friend is ready, tell him, and he can always contact me.

The Message: I am so sorry Daddy. I know all you were trying to do was help and I was to stubborn to listen. I was not in control of my drug problem and I wouldn’t admit it. I am sorry I stormed out of the house and took your car, and I am sorry that the pictures of how I died will be in your mind forever. I take full responsibility for my actions. There is nothing you could have done differently to save me, and I hope you can forgive me. I love you Daddy.

Ally said she would pass it on. I felt horrible that I couldn’t give Jess complete closure, but she understood. I have not seen her since and I have not heard from the family.

Jess was my teacher. Jess was my kick in the butt to stop ignoring that I have a gift. Jess was my strength when it came to helping other spirits. I became stronger and learned how to separate a spirits feelings from my own. I will always be grateful and I will never forget, The Girl.



My Haunted House

What does a Native American, a Cowboy, and an Asian man have in common?

I know it sounds like a line from a joke, but there is no funny punch line. This is actually a riddle and the answer to the riddle is:  their commonality is that they were spirits in our new home and they made sure I felt “Welcome” the moment we moved in.

My husband and I had never bought an older home. We had both always lived in brand new homes, so when we decided to move, we wanted a home that was unique and full of character. We found a 40-year-old custom home. It needed (still needs) work, but it had the uniqueness that we were looking for. I knew the moment we walked into the home, that it was where we were going to live. Also, we loved the city it was in, and the surrounding area has so much history and charm.

Right away after we moved in, I could feel someone watching me in the master bedroom. Then I could see his shadow moving through the room into the bathroom. Attached to our bathroom is our walk-in closet and that is where he made his presence known. When I was in the closet, I could feel someone standing behind me, then I could see him. He was a Native American man from a long time ago. Late 1700’s to early 1800’s. As soon as he knew I saw him, he stabbed me in my upper back with his knife. The pain was horrible, and it knocked the wind out of me. I yelled at him to stop, then he disappeared.

For weeks, I would see his shadow everywhere around the house and yard. Sleeking around corners like he was hunting me. And every time I went into my closet, the same stabbing pain, in the same spot on my back. And, every time it would knock the wind out of me and I couldn’t move until the pain went away.

This guy had to go! I did some research on how to cleanse out a Native American spirit  respectfully and permanently. So I did a smudging, which is a Shamanic Cleansing Ritual. I “smudged” the heck out of my home and the backyard. As I did this, I made sure I made it clear to the Native American spirit that I did not mean him any harm and I would respectfully like him to move on. After the smudging, I put chewing tobacco in different spots along all the walls surrounding our yard as a peace offering.

So, one down … two more to go.

During the time I was dealing with the Native American, I could sense a spirit out front of our home. I could see him pacing back and forth in front of the house across the street. He looked like a little Asian man, and he just kept walking and mumbling. I knew that the people living in that house were renting, and that they were not Asian.

The Asian man was becoming distracting, especially at night. I could feel his energy out side doing the same thing over and over. So I decided to ask a neighbor if someone died in the house across the street from me. They looked at me weird, and I did not give an explanation. My neighbor said, “Yes, the man who lived there before had a heart attack and died in the home. His name was Mr. Tanaka (not his real name). I said that I was just curious because I had heard a rumor … I wasn’t about to tell my new neighbor that I could see dead people.

Later, I waited until no one was out front and I went out to the street and said a prayer for Mr. Tanaka and told him to go find his family, they did not live there anymore. It was Ok to leave and move on. I have not seen or felt Mr. Tanaka’s spirit since.

Now for spirit number three. The worst of the three. Probably the only spirit that truly scared me to where I was afraid to sleep. The most horrific, foul, disgusting, evil spirit that I call ‘The Cowboy.” He was horrendous when he was alive and worse as a spirit. I say that because when he came to me, he was bragging about the horrid things he did.

It all started after I smudged the Native American away. My husband and I could see a tall shadow of a man with a hat on pass by our master bedroom windows, out front and in our backyard. I could feel the spirit’s anger because he couldn’t get through my protected barrier. We kept getting woken up by knocking and pounding on our windows and walls. We both would get up and turn on all the lights and go outside to see if we could see him, but we would be gone.

I did more research on how to really put a barrier up around my home. We couldn’t go on like this. I made a plan to go get Citrine stones and holy water the next day. Well, The Cowboy must have heard me or sensed that his time was limited at my home.

That night, I went to bed like any other night. In my dream, I felt like I wasn’t asleep. I felt like I was awake and walking around. My hubby and I were watching a movie and I told him that I wanted to go and change my clothes into something more comfortable. So, I walked through my room, through my bathroom, and into my closet. All of a sudden, I could feel something pick me up by the back of my neck to where my feet were dangling over the ground. I was filled with pure fear. Then I smelled the worst odor. It was rotten, like the stench of a dead animal. Also, I could smell stale tobacco. My eyes started watering form the stench. Then I could feel the person holding me by the neck get real close and whisper in my ear, “I am gonna show you where you really live you little b***h!”

It was The Cowboy. I kept trying to scream, but nothing would come out. He still had me by the neck dangling, then we were out in the fields by my house. Then he says to me, “I am gonna show you where I buried them all.” I couldn’t talk or fight back so I could get free and his grip on my neck was strong and uncomfortable. I also kept trying to figure out if I was awake or asleep.

The Cowboy then points to a mound of dirt and said, “That is a grave of the first painted lady I murdered.” Then in a snap we are at a different grave, then snap, a different grave, and this happened at least 20 times. He was taking me all over the hillsides, places in town, and spots way back in the hills. After he was done showing me where he buried all of these ladies, he said there were a lot more, but homesteads were built on them now. Also, he murdered women in many towns around California, but he wanted me to know where they were near my home.

He then proceeds to tell me and show me the horrific things he did to these women. It was becoming the worst nightmare I had ever experienced. He was showing me that these women were all prostitutes and how he tortured them to death. The worst vile images I had ever seen. This man was evil. I started crying uncontrollably, yet I still couldn’t talk. I wanted him to stop!! But, he kept going on and on with all the graphic details. Then he said he got away with it and ended up dying of a gun shot wound during a bar fight over gambling.

He finally let me go, and I woke up crying hysterically. When I opened my eyes, I could still smell him and could see his shadow outside my window. I could hear him laughing and he said, “Couldn’t keep me out b***h!”

I turned on the light. My husband was asleep beside me. I was still crying and now I was shaking uncontrollably. I don’t think I have ever been so scared. That evil cowboy figured out how to mess with me by coming in a dream. NOT COOL!! I got up to get some tissue and when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe it … I had red finger marks on my neck. They were still warm and tender to the touch. That really freaked me out.

I stayed awake the rest of the night. It took me awhile to calm down. The moment my husband woke up, I told him what had happened and how real it was. I could and still can remember every detail and the horrific foul smell. I couldn’t wait to go get what I needed to really cleanse that evil cowboy’s ass away! I know I am always learning lessons about spirits, but that one sucked.

I got my 4 Citrine stones. I got a large bottle of Holy water. And, I bought purification spray. I did a whole cleansing, purifying , and blessing of our home. Then I lit white unscented candles in every room of the house for an hour. Then I placed the Citrine stones in all four corners of my home. As I did this, I asked for protection and to keep all bad energy away.

I have not sensed the Cowboy since. My home’s barrier is strong. Don’t get me wrong, I still cleanse every few months to keep the barrier strong, and sometimes spirits slip in or come in with someone, but it’s nothing I can’t handle! I always tell everyone that even though a medium lives in my home, it is the most ghost free zone in Orange County.






The Stanley Hotel: Part 2

The Tour                                                                                                                                                  K and I went to the meeting room downstairs to meet our tour guide. There were approximately 15 of us in our group. The guide started with the history of The Stanley then guided us out the side door, and walked us down to the concert hall. 

music hall

The concert hall was beautiful inside and I did not really pick up on any energies on the main floor. Then we followed the guide down stairs. The stair well was different. It is located underneath the two corner windows in the picture above. So as you are going down the stairs, those windows are high above you and the walls are all plain white. As I am walking down the stairs, I could feel the energy change, and the shift causes me to feel a little anxious.

As we entered the bottom room, you could see it was full of pianos. Mrs. Stanley loved and collected pianos. In the picture, the piano room is all the little small windows at the bottom of the structure. Down there I still was feeling anxious and the energy was increasing. My hands were shaking and I felt like I just wanted to get out of there.

When we left the building, I separated from the group and took the picture above. Was I shocked later when I really examined the picture. I knew I felt something in there, but I couldn’t believe I got it on film. Also, we were the last tour of the day, so the guide put a big padlock on the doors after we all were out front, and the building was empty.

First, these pictures below are of Mr. & Mrs. Stanley:

mr and mrs stanley

Now here are two enlarged pictures of the windows of the concert hall. The first picture is of the stairway window and the second picture is of the piano room window. What do you see?

mr stanley

mrs. stanley face

I see Mr. Stanley looking out of the window in the first picture, and Mrs. Stanley is looking out of the window in the second picture. I have had this picture analyzed by other investigators and they couldn’t believe I got this evidence.

Our guide then took us to see all the grounds around the main hotel. Then finally, up the stairs to the lobby of The Stanley. I know I already wrote that the stairs are straight ahead when you walk in, but if you look to your right and down the lobby, there is a large fireplace. And if you look to your left and down the lobby there is a large fireplace. On each side of the lobby are large doors that go into banquet rooms and a ballroom. I took pictures of all of it. This is an important fact for later in the story.

We then took the grand stairs up to the second floor. The floor where room 217 is. Our guide tells us more history and more ghost stories. The myth is that The Stanley is on top of a portal and that is why they get so many different ghost claims. The only consistent claim is the woman who haunts room 217. Also, on the upper floor, you can hear children running through the halls.

The tour was going smoothly, and I was feeling relieved that I hadn’t had any spirits trying to make it difficult for me….. That all changed on the fourth floor.

The fourth floor used to be where the governesses took care of all the children while their parents were having dinner and going to parties at the hotel. That is where people claim to hear children running up and down the hallways. In the hallway there is a set of stairs that go up to an attic, and at the top of the stairs, the door is locked shut. That is where there used to be a large play area for the children. It is dark at the top of those stairs and someone painted the word, “REDRUM” on it in red paint.


We all lined up to get a picture of the door. As I am in line I start getting anxious. I have static electricity chills all over my body. I also feel like I am going to get sick. As I am getting to the front of the line, I am becoming really uncomfortable. Now I am next, and the lady in front of me walks up the steps and snaps her picture of the door. I then start hearing what sounds like children whispering, but I can’t make out what they are saying. When the woman in front of me is done, she steps to the bottom of the stairs and  all of a sudden the whispering stops and there are three loud knocks on the door above us. She stops and looks at me in pure terror and says, “Did you hear that?” I said, “Yep.” So I pointed my camera at the door and it wouldn’t take a picture. I was trying to capture all this on camera, but my camera was dead. Then all of a sudden the most intense wind of static electricity came from the door, right through me, and filled the entire hallway. Everyone on the tour could feel it and as I looked at them, I could see their hair on their heads lifting up from the static.

Of course this caused a lot of commotion. Even the tour guide was freaked out. The lady that was next to me on the stairs looks at me and then says to everyone, “this happened the moment this woman stepped on the bottom stair.” She didn’t say it mean, she was just trying to help get to the bottom of what just happened. Then my friend K says, “Its her, she is a sensitive, things like this happen around her all the time.” Now everyone is looking at me.

Thank goodness we had a cool group of people. They were so excited! They started asking a million questions, then asked the tour guide if I could lead the tour with her. The tour guide was even more excited and loved the idea. I knew the tour wasn’t that much longer so I said that I would love to co-pilot the tour. Oh, before I forget… I never got a picture of the door with “REDRUM” on it. The picture above I got from the internet.

The tour ended down where we all met up originally. When we got down there, the tour guide took us to this little alcove that looks like you are in a rock cave. The rock is all limestone, which a huge conductor for paranormal activity. In this alcove is where they think the portal is, that ghosts come and go out of. I felt nothing down there.

stanley basementStanley basement2

Our tour ended after that. Some of the people that were on the tour circled around me and asked me more questions. I love that. I love that people are open to the paranormal and they want to learn more. I even got asked to come and investigate in their home towns.

I do have another picture of what else I caught on camera. Earlier in my story I told you I took pictures of everything in the lobby. And I explained how the tour guide said that there is a portal in the limestone alcove. Well, in the lobby right above that alcove is one of the large fireplaces.  After down loading all my pictures, I zoomed in on this particular one, because I thought I saw something odd.


stanley fire place

Do you see the faces? I only saw two at first, but I had this picture analyzed buy other investigators and they all see 5 faces. One is upside down. This picture possibly supports that there is a portal under The Stanley. Now I really want to go back and stay there. And for the ultimate experience, I want to stay in room 217. The waiting list for is long, but I know it will be worth the wait.










The Stanley: Part 1


The Stanley is a hotel in Estes Park, Colorado, and is known to be very haunted. It opened in 1909 and was built by Freelan Oscar Stanley. The Stanley Hotel’s claim to fame is that the horror novelist Stephen King was inspired after staying there to write the book, The Shining. King stayed in what is known as the most haunted room at the hotel, Room 217. He had a nightmare that his three-year-old son was running through the corridors, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide, and screaming. He was being chased by a fire hose. King woke up, jumped out of bed, and within a few minutes he had the main plot of The Shining in his mind.


A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to visit The Stanley Hotel. My friend K and I were staying in Boulder, CO visiting her son who goes to CU. K knew that I have always wanted to go to The Stanley, so we drove out for the day to have lunch and take the tour.

The drive to Estes Park from Boulder is absolutely gorgeous. The winding roads, the lush pine trees, and the flowing stream that ran along side the road. The drive is up and over a mountain and as you come over the top and start coming down, you can see a big valley. In the middle of the valley is the beautiful and pristine Stanley Hotel. A large white edifice surrounded by green foliage and monstrous snow capped mountains. It is hard to capture it’s beauty in a picture.

It was a crisp cold day and the sun was now covered by clouds, and as I stood at the bottom of the stairs to go into The Stanley, it looked a little ominous. I had butterflies in my stomach. Was it a warning? Or was it because I couldn’t believe I was there?

We entered the lobby, which is long and narrow, not wide, and the stairs to go up or down are right in front of you. We went downstairs to get tour times and pay for our tickets. That area was very small. There were a few offices, the meeting room, a large doll house that looks like The Stanley, and a refreshment concession area.

doll house

Our tour did not start for a few hours, so we went to the hotel restaurant. The restaurant and bar are beautiful. The Bloody Marys were so delicious and our lunch tasted amazing. During lunch, K asked if I was going to tell our tour guide that I was a sensitive. I said that I wasn’t going to say anything, but I couldn’t control what might happen during the tour. I was already feeling a little anxious, so the Bloody Mary was taking the edge off.

After lunch, I wanted to take a few pictures of the exterior. I brought my fancy camera, so if we did capture anything paranormal, I could download the pictures to my computer and really analyze them.  Also, I made sure I put all brand new batteries in the camera so I could take tons of pictures. Plus, I had 6 batteries in my purse, just in case. And thank goodness I did, I was going to need the batteries in my purse sooner than I thought.

Part 2 of my experience at The Stanley is about what happens during our tour and what I find when I download the pictures. I will post my pictures and would love to know what you think.


Papa Cowboy: Part 2

I had to learn how to make rules for visiting spirits. I control what happens in my home. There has to be a protective barrier around my home, so that spirits don’t disrupt my household. This is something I have learned to do over time. There are times, that spirits get in, so I just have to re-cleanse and re-purify my home. I make clear to the spirit world that NO spirits are allowed to come to me at night and scare me awake. It would scare anyone to wake up and have a dark figure standing over you. It has happened and it’s not a great experience. I do not mind if they come to me in a dream. When that happens, I wake up and remember the dream and every detail. That is how Papa Cowboy came to me the second time.

I was dreaming that I was at a party. The house was small and I did not recognize anyone. There was a long hallway at this house and at the end of the hallway, a man was standing there staring at me. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see him motioning for me to come closer. I then noticed that all the other people had disappeared. As I walked down the hallway, I could see it was Papa Cowboy.

Papa Cowboy was standing there smiling at me. I could feel how peaceful and calm he was. Then as I got closer, he nodded his head and winked, then turned toward his right. I started to run to him, because he was walking away and I wanted to talk to him. When I got to the doorway, I saw that he was walking toward a brightly lit doorway. Just before he gets to the doorway, he turns around and says, “I am always here.” Then he disappears through the bright doorway.

I woke up instantly. I knew it wasn’t just a dream. I could still feel the energy around me. I instantly knew why Papa Cowboy came to me. I was going to meet his wife later that day. I had not seen her in awhile and she had purchased something from my company, so we were going to meet so I could give her what she had purchased. Even though my ex-mother-in-law was happy and had remarried, I knew that giving her a message from Papa Cowboy was going to be emotional.

We met at Sundried Tomato in San Juan Capistrano. My ex-mother-in-law, (x-mil), brought my niece J with her. I was happy to see her and to get caught up on what they both had been up to. I waited until the three of us had our first cocktail before I told my x-mil that I had a message from Papa Cowboy. She instantly had tears in her eyes. I told her that he came to me in a dream early that morning. I told her the details of the dream and that I knew the message was for her.

She was happy to hear that he is always around. I told her that I think it was his way of letting the family know that he is always watching and he is happy. I also told her that I truly believe that he is a guardian angel for the four grandchildren. I know he was with my boys when they have had a few situations where they are lucky they weren’t seriously hurt or worse.

Since I had the dream of Papa Cowboy, I have let him know that he can come and visit my boys anytime he wants. I know that he will protect my boys and our home. There is a room in our home that has some items that belonged to Papa Cowboy, and sometimes I can feel him in that room. I can really feel his energy when one of the boys is going through a tough time. I know he is there to guide them and give them a little extra love and comfort. I remind them of that all the time.




Papa Cowboy: Part 1

It bothers me that I can’t just contact a loved one that has passed away, any time I want. Maybe it’s in the medium handbook somewhere, or maybe it’s just me. I have had visitations from relatives when I have needed a little extra guidance or a warning, but they usually just say what they have to say and then disappear. I have also had a loved one show up and ask me to give someone they love a message. This story is about a loved one who showed up when I really needed the comfort and guidance.

When my ex-husband’s step-father died, he left a huge hole in the family. My ex and I had been divorced for awhile, but I would get to see his step-dad at all the boy’s sporting events. He was such a nice man, and so wonderful to my boys, and of course his two other grandchildren. When I think of him, I picture him up on one of his horses, cowboy hat on, wrangler jeans with his big cowboy belt buckle, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Oh, and a pair of beautiful cowboy boots. That is why I am going to call him Papa Cowboy.

After he passed away, I used to hope he would come to me with a message for the family. His wife told me that for a while after he passed, she could feel him in the house. She would notice things were moved or his drawer in the kitchen that he kept his cigarettes in would be pulled open. Little signs here and there. Then as time went on, and she moved on, it stopped. Then finally, he came to visit me. He came when he knew I really needed it.

I was stressed! I hadn’t slept in days. My youngest son told me that he and a friend were renting Harley Davidson motorcycles for that coming Saturday. I went crazy town on him (Momma Bear status). I am not a fan of street bikes!!! Especially since I have talked to spirits that died from motorcycle accidents, and usually their deaths were not their fault.

I tried everything to change his mind. He was over 18 and determined to do this. It was a dream of his, so he says (as I am writing this, I am mad and rolling my eyes, and growling under my breath). UGH!!

Saturday came. My Momma Bear attitude was on full tilt. I made him crazy before he left (that’s my job). I followed him around giving him orders: Go slow! Stay away from cars! Be very alert! Watch your surroundings! … etc. … etc. Then he left. If I didn’t have to go to work that day and it wasn’t morning, I would of had a glass of wine. Or two!!

On my drive to work, I was so distracted. So stressed. So worried. Then I could smell cigarette smoke, or how someone smells after smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t coming from outside, it was in my car. Then I could feel the static electricity on my right side. It was Papa Cowboy. He was in my backseat. His energy was so calm and he had a little grin on his face. I could feel him put his hand on my shoulder, then he said, “You need to calm down, he will be fine, I promise.” Then he was gone.

I had to pull over. I was crying and yelling for him to come back. I had questions for him, but he did not come back. I knew right then that Papa Cowboy was my son’s guardian angel, which I am sure he is for all four of his grandkids. He knew I needed that message and I know he road on that motorcycle with my son all day.

My son came home in one piece and he had an amazing day. He was still on my poo poo list, but man, I was happy when he walked through that door. Thank you Papa Cowboy, for watching over my boy.



G.A.M. Part 4/The Truth

The truth will set you free. In my case, the truth will give me my gift back. After I lied to “J” about what her father’s message, my gift went dormant. It was like punishment from the spirit world. At the time I didn’t relate it to that incident, but after going to see a spiritualist, we got down to why I was having total blockage. I needed help. It had been months with no communication with spirits. I was starting to get depressed.

The spiritualist told me I had unfinished business that I needed to take care of, and I needed to trust myself more when doing readings. I had to make things right with the spirit world by fixing the wrong I did. CRAP! And here I thought I was protecting my friend from the pain of finding out that her father disliked her husband.

Trusting myself was going to be easier than telling “J” that I wasn’t completely honest about her dad. I started meditating more, and I started taking more time for me in my quest to trust myself. To tell you the truth, I still was not ready to tell “J”. I had several hair appointments before I told her, but during those appointments, she started telling me about her marriage problems.

“J” eventually filed for divorce and several months later she met a great guy. That’s when G.A.M. came back to me. And boy, this time he wasn’t reserved about it. He gave me a sign or should I say, a rock to my head.

In all four corners of my home, I have raw citrine stones for protection. They are tucked into places where no one can see them. I have one of them on a high shelf in my walk in closet and it is tucked way back on the shelf. I was getting dressed to go to a hair appointment and the rock flew off the shelf and hit me in the head. What the??? I picked it up off the floor and there was G.A.M. I about fainted. I wanted to cry. I apologized to him about lying to “J”, before he could even say anything. He then said to me, “You will tell “J” the truth today!” “My daughter needs to hear the truth!”.

He came with me to the hair salon. I was so nervous. I truly care about “J” like a family member, and I am protective of her, because of her father. So right away, before I sat down, I told her I needed to tell her something. I first said I was sorry and I pray she won’t be mad at me….but I lied to her about her fathers message. And, the lie was eating me up inside.

I told “J” the truth about how her father really felt. He was not happy about her marriage, and he thought her husband was a horrible person. I also told her that her father was with me at that moment, and he wanted me to tell her that he likes her new boyfriend. He thinks he is a good man. (I said all this in one breath, really fast to make sure I got it all out) “J” just stared at me for a moment, then said, “I knew he would not have liked my X”. “If my father could see everything that was going on, then there is no way he approved of him”.

“J” was grateful that I did not tell her the truth at the time her father wanted me to. She also understood why I didn’t tell her. She was secretive about her marriage problems, and wasn’t ready to discuss them at that time. “J” was trying to figure out what she was going to do about her marriage, and a message like that from her father would have made things more complicated. “J” wanted the decision to be her own.

My gift came back after that. “J” has a wonderful man in her life. G.A.M. is at peace. And man, did I learn a lesson!!!! I don’t hold back now when I do a reading. I tell my clients that I am no nonsense when it comes to giving a message and I expect the same from my clients when I ask them questions. I can tell when someone is lying to me anyways, so just be honest. I am…..I promise.



G.A.M. Part 3

The moment G.A.M. finally revealed who he belonged to, was bitter sweet for me. A realization that he wasn’t mine, he belonged to someone I care about. I love being a Medium to help people find answers and to help spirits have a voice, but this time was different. G.A.M. was a part of my life for over a year and giving him up was like giving up a part of me that I had grown so familiar and accustomed to.

My hair appointment started like it usually did. “J” and I were catching up on what had been going on in our lives since the last time we saw each other. Then I feel a spirit. This spirit is just making themselves known, but not enough to get any information. I am just distracted at this point, but as my appointment progresses, the spirit’s energy gets more intense. I still cannot get a sense of who this spirit is, and I am becoming very anxious.

“J” then moves me to the sink to wash the color out of my hair. As she is washing my hair,  I sense and see G.A.M. standing next to her. I was confused at first. What is G.A.M. doing here? Then he says to me, “‘J’ is my daughter.” I about fainted! I couldn’t even wrap my head around what was happening. I was light headed and my stomach felt like I was on a roller coaster. Then I thought, “What is ‘J’ going to do?”

“J” took me back to her space and I looked her in the face and said, “I think your Dad is here with us.” I knew her dad had passed away when she was a young girl, but I did not know the details. The look on “J’s” face was pure shock. She just froze. G.A.M. on the other hand had plenty to say and wanted her to hear his message now. He kept hitting the inside of his left arm with his right hand while saying, “tattoo.” So I tell “J” this and she turns over her arm and lifts her sleeve to show me a tattoo she has on the inside of her left arm. It was a tattoo she had done in remembrance of her dad.

I then describe what he looks like and she says I am right. Then I asked her if her Dad always wore shorts, a button-up shirt, and flip flops. She starts to cry. Then I ask if he died of a heart attack, and she says, “Yes.” I told her that he has been with me for over a year, but wouldn’t tell me who he belonged to. He has become my guardian angel and I named him, “Guardian Angel Man.” I then wanted to know if she had a picture of him.

“J” did have a picture. I started to cry when I saw it. It was my G.A.M. She told me his name is “M” and I cried some more. Now he was bugging me to give her a message, and this is where things get tricky. It was about “J’s” husband. G.A.M. hated him and thought he was not good for his daughter. At that point, I had never heard “J” say anything bad about her husband. They had not been married very long. So, I ignored what G.A.M. wanted me to say and asked “J” if she had any questions for her Dad.

She first wanted to know if he was proud of her. Of course he was, he was just so sorry he wasn’t there in person for the events in her life. Then “J” wanted to know if he was at her wedding and what he thought of her husband. G.A.M. was at her wedding and said she looked beautiful … here is where I lied to her … I told her he said he really liked her husband and wants nothing but happiness for them both. “J” just kind of gave me a weird look, which will make sense later. All I could think was, lying is going to bite me in the butt, and will cause me alot of anguish until I tell her the truth.

I felt sick inside because I lied. G.A.M. was so disappointed in me. I just could not get involved in “J’s” marriage, especially when she has not said anything negative to me about her marriage. There is a fine line when it comes to a friend’s personal life and what they choose or don’t choose to tell you about. I wasn’t about to cross that line and maybe start problems in her marriage.

At this point, G.A.M. says he is staying with “J”. She is really going to need him. At that point, I did not know what he meant. I told “J” that her dad wanted to stay with her. I got in my car and cried. I cried for the loss of not having G.A.M. in my life anymore. I also cried because I let G.A.M. down.

There were a lot more details regarding information that I shared with “J” about her Dad. She shared with me exactly what happened the day he died. Somethings are meant to be private, so I am keeping those details out of this story. I will tell you that my next post will be the conclusion of this story. As I said before, this story took place over two years. There is a happy ending, and I will tell her the truth.