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.

G.A.M Part 2

I look forward to going to the hair salon and getting my hair done. The hair salon is a place I can mentally checkout for a couple of hours and be pampered. I also love catching up with my hair girl, “J”. I have been going to her for 8 years. Love her! She knows I am a Medium, and loves to hear about my latest adventures.

Originally, the salon was in a different location when I started going there. Then a couple years ago, they moved and that’s when my hair appointments changed. The location they moved to has a different energy for me. It’s like they moved into a spiritual vortex or portal … the energy is intense. I have to try to prepare myself and put my block up before my appointments. But, the energy there is so strong, the spirits still get through.

It is really hard for me to sit in there for the amount of time it takes to do my hair. Being trapped in a chair while spirits are (I use this phrase), “Up in my stuff,” is miserable. No more enjoying my pampering. Sometimes, I can’t wait to get out of there. “J” feels horrible for me, but there is nothing she can do.

Here are a some stories of the most uncomfortable experiences I had while getting my hair done:

Story 1:  The owner’s grandparents. They were a funny couple, and so proud of their grandson. But, they were super chatty and argued with each other. I was trapped listening to them argue because grandpa didn’t like that grandma was talking to me. He kept yelling at her that we (grandma & I) are a couple of “loony birds.”  “Only people who don’t have their head on straight think they can communicate with the dead.” And grandma kept saying, “Oh shut up, I am trying to talk to this young lady.” This went on and on until my appointment was over.

Story 2:  A man came into the salon and sat in the chair next to me. He had a few spirits with him. It felt very crowded all of a sudden, and I was having a hard time breathing. One of the spirits made me feel like she died from something to do with her lungs. Thank god I was almost done with my appointment. I could not have sat there much longer. I was short of breath and claustrophobic from all the energy around that man.

Story 3:  The most recent encounter was with a male spirit that came in with a woman. I could feel him and sense him before I knew who he belonged to. The woman was not sitting near me, but the male spirit was walking around the salon. He was a tall, thick man with broad shoulders. I tried to ignore him, but they just know that I can see and sense them. I could see him look my way, then he was standing right behind me. I had to get my crystal out of my purse for this one. He was just so looming and large. I asked him to please let me be. Then the pain in my back started. He was fully “up in my stuff” now. Then a woman sits under the dryers behind me, and the spirit moves to stand behind her. I had to tell my hair girl what was going on. I had to get up and walk around, my whole body was starting to ache and I was getting back spasms. I had to have a serious talk with this man. Finally he backed off, but his energy was so intense that I was exhausted and could not wait to get out of the salon.

I know you are wondering what this has to do with G.A.M. I had to explain the energy and experiences at the salon, because that is where G.A.M. finally told me who he belonged to.

G.A.M. Part 1

Guardian Angel Man….G.A.M. This mystery angel was with me for a year before he finally  decided to tell me who he belonged to. But, it took two years for the complete story to come full circle. Those two years were a learning experience for me and eventually a meaningful experience for someone close to me.

Part 1:                                                                                                                                                This all started in a dream. In my dream, my husband and I were walking together in what looked to be a cute little town. As we were walking, I could feel someone watching me. I stopped and looked across the street and there was a man standing there staring and smiling at me. He was tall, thin build, with light brown hair. He was wearing a button up, short sleeve shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He had this look on his face like he knew me. He then starts walking across the street towards me. I start to panic. Then I looked to my left to grab my husband and I realize I am in my bed and he is sleeping next to me. I then turn my head to the right and the man is standing next to my bed and I can feel him grab my hand. I sit up and scream, “NO … YOU ARE NOT ALOUD TO TOUCH ME!” I could feel his energy fly backwards into the corner of my room, and then I heard, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he disappeared.

After that night, I could sense him around. At home or not, he was with me. Sometimes I would see him out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked, he was gone. He definitely did not feel threatening to me at all. I really wanted to find out what he wanted, but he would quietly watch me. I would talk out loud to him and get no response, so I figured he was one of my guardian angels. So I named him, Guardian Angel Man, G.A.M.

Months went by and I could still sense him with me, but still no communication. Until  one night. I was sleeping and G.A.M. was in my dream. In the dream, G.A.M. was walking me to school. He wasn’t saying a word, then he just stops and looks at me. All of a sudden my chest is in horrible pain. I am grabbing it and gasping for air. I wake up and the pain is still there. I grab my husband crying and yelling to call 911. I think I am having a heart attack. Then the pain stops. I look to the side of my bed and G.A.M. is standing there and he says, “I died of a heart attack.” Then he disappears. That’s when I really started yelling … “THANKS FOR SHARING BUDDY! YOU COULD OF JUST TOLD ME! ARE YOU FLIPPING KIDDING ME?” etc. etc. etc. (Bad language and name calling was involved.) I then look over at my poor husband, I can tell by his facial expression that he thinks I am losing my mind. All he says is, “I don’t want to know, good night, I am going back to sleep.”

I was so upset at G.A.M. All that time I tried communicating with him and he says nothing. Then when he does share, it’s painful. Now I knew he wasn’t my guardian angel and I really wanted to know who he belonged to. I was becoming more frustrated with him. I was going to get to the bottom of this mystery no matter how long it took.






“Hitchhiker” is a word I use to describe when I am channeling a spirit and another spirit jumps in. Or, in this incident I am going to write about, I had a spirit in my home that was letting other spirits in. The problem with this is that good souls don’t always hitchhike in.

About 3 years ago, my youngest son was dating a girl, we will call her “M”. M was going through a terrible time. Her father had just passed away and she was being kicked out of where she was living. She couldn’t live with her mother, because she was a drug addict. So M was basically homeless. I wanted to help this girl. I felt so bad for her, so against my better judgement, I said she could live with us until she found other arrangements.

My sons have never been shy about telling their girlfriends that I am a medium. M was so excited, because she said she was a sensitive. Also, she was hoping that I could communicate with her dad. All I can think is: Easy there chickie, you are lucky I am letting you stay here, let’s not push it! Well, she didn’t push it….her dad did.

Her dad first came to me in a dream. In the dream, he showed me that he was a laid back, nice guy. He wanted me to get to know him and he wanted permission to be near his daughter. Then he said something that took me off guard. He said, “Let M know that I died of natural causes, no one killed me.” I instantly woke up. What was that supposed to mean????

I didn’t say anything to M for a few days. And each night her dad was in my dreams. Then my son asked me to please cleanse the house, he thinks M’s dad is haunting them. He tells me that doors are opening and closing by themselves. Lights are going on and off by themselves in his room. And, he feels like someone is always watching him. I told him it was M’s dad and I needed to talk to her about everything that’s going on.

First thing I asked M was if she had a picture of her dad that I could look at. She did and it was the man in my dreams. Then I asked if her dad’s name was Mike? She started to cry and said yes. I then asked her if she thought her dad was murdered? She couldn’t believe it. M then tells me that she thinks her step-mother killed her father. I told her that her father says he was not killed, but died of natural causes. I then asked her if he used to have a drug problem, but then stopped using years ago. M says that is true. So I told her that because of the years of drinking and doing drugs, he is making me feel that his heart just stopped working.

I told M that I would let her father hang out at our home while she was there, but he had to stop scaring my son. This turned out to be a bad idea!!

For the next few weeks, I could feel a shift in the house. I could sense someone watching me and moving or slithering around the hallways. I would catch a dark shadow out of the corner of my eye or feel a cold spot while walking down the hall. This shadow was playing games with me. Until the house felt like it was coming unhinged.

My son and M went away for a weekend, so it was my husband, my oldest son, and I in the house. My oldest son was in his room upstairs. He came downstairs and said he kept hearing someone moving around in his brother’s room (their rooms were connected by a bathroom in the middle). He went in there several times to check what was making the noise and there was nothing. I went upstairs to check it out, and the room was heavy and it made me feel short of breath. Whatever was in there, did not want me in there.

Later that night, I was sleeping but woke up to my husband getting out of bed and walking across the room. I don’t know what made me look at his side of the bed, but I did and he was still laying there sleeping. I sat up and as I did, the house felt like it came alive. I could hear someone running back and forth in the hallway. All the doors were shaking and the bed was shaking. Now my husband was awake and up to check out what was going on. As my husband gets to the hallway, my son comes out of his room freaked out too. My son felt and heard the same things as we did. I could feel the energy in the house swirling. Then as quick as it started, it stopped. (The guys did check everything, inside and outside.)

When we got back into bed, my husband told me he has been having horrible nightmares about people being murdered and he dreamt about doing awful things. I had the worst uneasy feeling in my stomach and it took awhile for both of us to fall back asleep. And when I did finally fall asleep, M’s dad was in my dream again. This time he was apologizing because something followed him into my house. A bad spirit hitchhiked and got in. I told him he was going to have to leave and not come back. I can’t have bad spirits coming into my home, I have enough problems.

The next morning, I called a friend of mine and asked her if she would help me cleanse my home. I didn’t think I could do it alone, because I invited M’s father to stay originally. My friend came over that night. We cleansed the heck out of my house.

The house felt lighter. I felt lighter. The three of us slept peacefully. No noises, no footsteps in the hallway, and no doors shaking.

The next evening, my younger son and M came back from their trip. I heard them go upstairs. Then, after a little while, I heard loud voices and then the front door slam. I went out front to see what was going on, and M was out there pacing back and forth in the front courtyard. I asked her what was going on and she stopped pacing, got real close to me and says, “Why is my dad not allowed to come in the house? Why is he stuck out here?”

I couldn’t believe it. She did not know I cleansed. She was more sensitive than she let on originally. I then explained to her that her dad let in a hitchhiker. A bad one. It was bad enough that I let her father stay, but I did not need other spirits thinking I had a portal where they could come and go at their leisure. So they all had to go. If she didn’t like it, she could find somewhere else to live sooner than later.

My family comes first! The spirits were disrupting our household and making our home uncomfortable. I promised them that our home will always be protected and I will try to keep it a spirit free zone. I do try and cleanse monthly. Every once in awhile, the boys or my hubby will say they heard something or saw a shadow and give me grief that spirits followed me home. I say to them, “How do you know it’s me? … Any one of you could of brought home a hitchhiker.”