Dr. Guardian Angel

This past March I had an emergency appendectomy. I am very lucky that I not only had great doctors, but that I had a guardian angel with me. I have always believed in guardian angels, and I have always sent my angels to be with or guide others when they are in need. But, this time it was my turn, and I didn’t have to ask, he just showed up.

I was so sick and in so much stomach pain. I laid on the couch for two days and by the third morning I just laid on my back looking at the ceiling thinking I was dying. I had come to the conclusion that I really needed help. I then called my doctor and told him what was going on and he said to go immediately to the hospital. I have had severe stomach pains before and had gone to the ER, and they found nothing, but this time I had a bad fever. Definitely the sign of infection.

My husband drove me to the hospital and when I walked in, I could not believe all of the people in there. It was packed. I wanted to turn around and go home, but I needed to see a doctor, I could feel myself getting sicker and the pain getting worse.

After checking in, there were no chairs in the waiting room so my husband and I found two chairs down the hallway. Trying to sit there was miserable. After an hour a nurse took me back to get blood taken and check my blood pressure. I was in so much pain, but they sent me back to my chair in the hallway. Then another hour went by and a nurse came out and asked if I wanted pain medicine. That is when I could hear and feel a male presence with me. He yelled, “NO”, in my ear. I was in shock, so I finally looked up at the nurse and said no thank you. As the nurse walked away I could hear this male presence say to me, “If you take that pill, it will numb the pain, and I know you, you will get up and go home instead of waiting in this miserable hallway.”

Then my husband starts questioning me about not taking any meds. I did not tell him that I had a spirit with me, I told him that the moment I take that pill and the pain lessens, I will leave, and I have a feeling I shouldn’t leave.

I sat there for a few more hours, and the male presence was still with me. He seemed familiar to me, I could sense that I had felt his presence before. I was just to sick to figure it out at that moment. Then a nurse came and got me and took me to get a CT scan. I was in so much pain by this point that when they wheeled me into the scan room, I saw that I was going to have to get up and get on the table that goes into the machine and I started laughing. Laughing like a crazy person, with tears and all. The young man who was there to help me did not know what to do with me. I apologized and I explained that I was in so much pain and can barely stand up, that the thought of getting onto that table made me laugh….and cry.

The young man assured me that he and another young man could help me and hope I wasn’t in too much pain. Well, they did help me and it wasn’t fun. I could sense the male spirit (I am going to call him my guardian angel) with me. He stood next to me the entire time. When I was done, the process of getting back into the wheelchair was not fun either. They then took me right back to my spot in the hallway. By this time I was really getting cranky and I was so uncomfortable, but I could hear my guardian angel telling me to hang in there.

After 5 hours and after my CT scan, I was then rushed to a room. That’s where they told me that my appendix were about to burst at any second. I was going to have to have an emergency appendectomy. It was the weirdest thing….a calm came over me. I wasn’t scared, I was relieved. I then ask if I could have something for my pain. The doctor thought I was joking. He could not believe that I had not taken a thing especially after looking at my scans. I told him that my guardian angel told me that if I took any pain meds and felt a little better, I would of gone home. He had no reply to that, maybe thought I should be in the psych ward.

By this time, my parents were there, my dear friend who is a nurse at the hospital came, and my doctor came to see me. Then the emergency surgeon. I was still calm and had a good feeling about the surgeon. No bad juju vibes.

I was moved right after that to the pre-surgery room so they could get me ready. By this time it was around 11:30 at night. I still was so calm. Even joking with the anesthesiologist. I told him that I was ok with the tube down my throat, but could he not put tape on my eye lashes…they are expensive. He said that was a first for him, but he would figure something out. I like a good sense of humor and in situations that may be stressful I tend to use my sense of humor to get through it.

As they wheeled me into surgery, I wasn’t scared or worried. I could sense my guardian angel with me as I fell asleep.

I woke up in recovery with no problems. Easy and wide awake. The anesthesiologist told me I had the prettiest eye lashes he had ever seen and then he giggled. Loved that! My husband was brought in and was next to me on my right. Then a young nurse was to my left asking me questions. That’s when I could really feel my guardian angel, then I could see him perfect. I knew who he was!!!!! He was my dear friend M’s father that I had channeled before. The post I wrote titled, “An Unexpected Message”, is about him. He was a surgeon when he was alive, so who better to be my guardian angel at that time.

As the nurse closed the binder she was writing in, M’s father was right next to her. And as she walked away he followed her to the nurses station. I saw her put the binder up in a slot in the cabinet, then she turned her back to where I was and the binder was put away. She was talking away with another nurse and I could see M’s father over by the binder. Then all of a sudden I could see the binder come off the shelf, hover, then slam to the floor. The two nurses jumped and yelled, then they tried to analyze how the binder could of possibly came off the shelf??? At the same time, I realized my hubby saw what I saw, and he had a look of holy crap on his face. He then asked me if there was a spirit there. I told him that there was and he has been with me since we got to the hospital.

The two nurses then shoved the binder back into its slot and made sure it was secure. After they were satisfied that the book was secure, they went back to other duties. That’s when I grabbed my husbands hand and told him to watch the binder. We could see it wiggling itself out of the slot. So I yelled to the nurses to turn around and look at the binder. They were in total shock, they could also see it wiggling to fall out again. One of the nurses ran over and grabbed the binder, then slammed on the counter and backed away. They then apologized to me, and said that stuff like that happens all the time in the recovery area.

I told them that it was normal to me. That odd things like that always happens around me. I then explained that I was a medium, and I had a spirit with me, and he was messing with them, or trying to look at what they wrote in the binder. They were so excited that I was a medium, but soon bummed because someone came to take me to a room. They said they wanted me to stay longer so they could ask me questions and hear stories. I told them that they were more than welcome to come visit me.

By the time I got to a room it was around 2:00 am. I told my hubby to go home and get some sleep, and that I really needed some sleep. What a joke…you don’t sleep in a hospital. All night nurses are in and out. I did get a little sleep and every time I looked over to the chair in the corner, I could see M’s dad sitting there, watching over me. I know that some of you are thinking that I was on drugs and was hallucinating. Not the case. I have severe allergies to medications, so I wasn’t on anything heavy and I had to take bags and bags of weaker antibiotics because I am allergic to penicillin. I do however have a high tolerance for pain.

The day after surgery is not fun. It’s not the surgery incisions, its the air they fill you with during the surgery, then sew you up with all that air still in there….that is the awful part. I looked like I was about to have twins. Then they make you get up and walk around carrying all that air.

My surgeon’s assistant came to see me and said I was a lucky lady. I could then sense M’s father standing to the right of my bed, up next to my head. The assistant said that my appendix was one of the most infected and enlarged ones they had seen in a long time, and it was within seconds of bursting. They also said my recovery was going to take a little longer because they had to remove a lot of scar tissue, due to two C-sections, to get to my appendix. I could feel M’s dad squeeze my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but grin. I knew he saved me. I realized the doctors assistant was looking at me weird, so I said, “Wow, when all this air gets out of my stomach, and now that you have removed my huge appendix, not to mention all that scar tissue, I will be looking stealth. Who needs a tummy tuck??”

I wasn’t feeling great and I knew I had to keep walking around the hospital to get the air bubble to subside. So I asked my husband to just let everyone know that I wasn’t up for visitors. I was sharing a room and my enlarged gut was making me cranky. I must have walked miles around that hospital, and I could hear M’s dad saying, “the more you walk around, and the sooner you go to the restroom, the quicker you will get out of here.”

That evening I sent my husband to go get some dinner and a cocktail. I know it isn’t fun being cooped up in a hospital all day and I will admit, I was getting crankier. After he left, I couldn’t believe it… my friend M came walking in. She didn’t call or text, she just showed up. She said that she could hear her dad’s voice telling her to come see me. I started to cry and had the chills. I told her that her father has been with me ever since I walked into the hospital. I told her the whole story. She then said that her father had performed hundreds of appendectomies when he was a surgeon. I told her that he was my guardian angel through the whole experience.

We had an amazing talk. I have such a bond with M. My husband was in shock that she was there. For one, I told him I did not want any visitors, and two because he knew that her fathers spirit had been with me the whole time. M told my hubby that she was drawn there. My hubby was used to these kind of things happening, but this was amazing.

Later that evening after my hubby left, it was hard for me to sleep because I knew I would be going home in the morning. I could not wait to just get home, to my own bed, and SLEEP. I also thought that M’s dad’s spirit was gone. I didn’t feel his presence in my room anymore. Then 2:00 am came….and all went crazy.

A different nurse came into my room that I had not seen before. She changed my antibiotics, took my vitals, then she came around to the right side of the bed and took a syringe with a needle out of her pocket. I asked what she was going to do with that shot. At the same time I could feel my anxiety level rapidly increasing…like pure panic, and then I could feel M’s dad there and he started yelling, “No! No! No! Do not let her give you that.”

I asked her what the shot was for. She looked at me like it was none of my business, so I repeated myself. She then explained that since I had surgery it was something to make sure I don’t get blood clots. So I said where exactly are you going to stick that. “Into your stomach,” was her answer. Then M’s dad really started yelling in my ear. I will try to explain this as clear as I can. All I hear is man yelling no in my ear and the reasons why he says no, while the nurse is arguing with me. She is telling me that she is going to put the leg braces back on to make sure I have blood flowing…..I told her I took 100 laps around the hospital all day. Then she tells me that I can’t make that decision. That’s when I snapped. Lost my cool. I told her to back off and put in my charts that I refused the shot. This is what M’s dad is telling me in my ear…I did not know I could do that. Then she asked why. The voice in my ear told me what I already know, so I said to her: I have horrible reactions to medications. I am stressed enough that you all have been pumping me full of god knows what in an IV. I can’t even take a flu shot, because of how I react to medicines. I almost died after 3 treatments of interferon for internal melanoma. I could go on and on. Remember as I am saying all this I am getting louder and crying, and have a dead man yelling in my ear.

She rolled her eyes, backed off, typed something on the computer, and then stormed out of my room. I was hysterical, so I called and woke my husband up at 2:30 am. I told him what happened and he calmed me down. And that morning when it was time to get discharged, I could not get out of there fast enough. The morning nurse pulled the same shot out to see if she could get me to cooperate. I just put my hand up and said NO.

I slept for two days when I got home. I think about how lucky I am all the time. I truly believe M’s dad, “Dr. Guardian Angel,” saved my life. I now giggle to myself about that confrontation with the nurse with the shot. I wonder what she would of done if I said that I don’t want the shot because my best friends dead father said NO!

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!!

Wrong Time, Wrong Place: Situation #3

I have been needing a new cell phone and iPAD for awhile, and have been procrastinating making an appointment, because I had a really bad experience in the past and lost all my data. All my pictures and contacts … GONE. So, this time, I made sure that all my information was backed up in that cloudy thing (iCloud), before my appointment. My husband came with me for moral support, in case I had a mental melt down in public if everything got lost again. (If you’re thinking “dramatic,” what I say to that is, I hope you never lose your pictures … vacations, family, special moments. IT SUCKS!)

We had to wait for about 15 minutes for the first available salesperson, and my nerves were on edge. Our salesperson was a young man, he told me my options, then told me to go pick out the color phone I wanted. I was sitting, so I  got up to go look at the floor samples to pick out a color for my phone. On my way back to the table, I felt off. As I went to sit down, I had to grab hold of the table because it felt like I was falling forward and then everything around me felt like it was falling. I had to hold on tight so I wouldn’t fall over. I looked at my hubby, then the salesperson, and it took me a minute to get myself together. I told them that I felt like the whole room was tilting and I was falling. My husband understood what was happening to me, but this poor young man, he was just looking at me with huge eyes.

Then the hot neck and head started. I was sweating. I couldn’t concentrate on what the young man was saying to me and I was burning up. I could feel a male presence standing behind me. I had to excuse myself and take a walk outside. I needed to get rid of this spirit, and by the time I took a walk and went back in, the spirit backed off. He was still there, but he wasn’t right up on me. As we were finishing and everything was transferring, I had the worst chills. Not on the outside, it felt like my bones were chilled. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

We left the phone store and went out to dinner. I could still feel the male presence, and the bones chills would not stop. I could see that he died from a bad fall and he was disoriented when he died. I could not see where he was or what he fell off of. I kept seeing myself falling forward, and everything around me was moving. He made me feel that his death was a horrible accident, and he was young. Gone too soon. Finally, I think he realized I could just listen to his story, but I couldn’t help him. Slowly my chills went away and he left.

This incident really bothered me. It is still bothering me. Should I have stood up at the phone store and tried to figure out who the male presence belonged to? Am I that open all of a sudden, that I am going to have all these crazy experiences every where I go now? I have to tell you, it scared me and unnerved me that I had a hard time controlling it and that I am not going to be able to keep quiet. So, when I feel that a strong presence  wants to be heard, should I take my chances and tell a total stranger that their dead loved one is with me?

These experiences are becoming a turning point for me. My battle is with myself. Do I care if someone thinks I am crazy? Or do I care more that I may just give someone closure and comfort?

Wrong Time, Wrong Place: Situation #2

For New Year’s Eve, we went out-of-town to my parent’s vacation home. My brother and sister-in-law also have a vacation home there too. I grew up going there and was excited to hang out with my family and catch up with friends that I have known for years.

My brother’s home is across the street from my parent’s home. We all hang out on their porches and friends come by to visit. It’s a time to relax, have a cocktail or a glass of wine, have appetizers, and catch-up with friends. Relaxed and not thinking of talking to spirits, usually means they will come.

I was sitting on my mom and dad’s porch enjoying my wine, when an old friend pulled up. Instantly, I get a weird, uncomfortable feeling, so I excused myself and went in the house. I waited until he went over to my brother’s house, after he has said “Hi” to my parents, before I went back outside.

I could sense that my old friend had at least 4 spirits around him. At first, I just sensed an older male, but right behind him was a female, then two other males behind her. I just kept hoping that he would stay over at my brothers. Then my brother said, “Let’s all go over and hang out at my parents.” So not only my brother, my sister-in-law, my old friend, and his girlfriend come over, but this other couple came too.

My old friend walks right up to me and says “Hi.” That is when I start getting the hot neck, and the hot head, which turned into sweating. The energy around him was so intense!! I hadn’t felt so much spirit energy like that around someone before. My friend went back to talking with the guys. I am sitting there burning up and then my lungs start to hurt. My mom could tell I am uncomfortable and that there was something wrong. I told her I was burning up and I could feel spirits. So then I look at my friend’s girlfriend and I blurt out, “I am a medium and XXXX has spirit energy around him.” Then I look around and everyone is looking at me. AWKWARD!!!! My brother says, “You sure know how to make a conversation uncomfortable.” (He said it kind of joking, but he was right.) My friend totally ignored me, but his girlfriend wanted to know more.

I tell her that I sense and older male, but he is not alone. As I am about to tell her about the female, she says that his cousin, who is a female, just committed suicide a few weeks before. Then next you know, my friend comes up to his girlfriend and says they are leaving. I apologized that I may have upset him, but of course he says I didn’t, and he would come by to visit later. They left. I felt horrible. My sister-in-law starts to tell me what happened with the cousin that committed suicide, but I told her not to tell me anything, just in case he did want to come back for a message later. I did ask how she died, because my lungs hurt and it was hard to breathe. She died of self-inflicted  asphyxiation.

I felt so bad the rest of the trip. I did see my friend one more time, but barely talked to him and I could feel he was avoiding me. His girlfriend barely said two words to me. It was awkward. I let my guard down. I felt relaxed around my family and friends, so I blurted before I thought it through. Another lesson learned!! As my hubby says, “Know your audience.”

 

Wrong Time, Wrong Place: Situation #1

I know I have said this before, but I sense and feel spirits more often than not. Lately, I’ve been having trouble blocking them out when I am in public. Not that there is a resolution to them visiting me, but they are experiences that I find interesting. I really have been in three situations lately that just came on so quick that the energy about knocked me over. Also, the timing sucked. I am not sure if all of a sudden my “Spidey Senses: (that is what I call it when my senses are super in tune), are heightened or my energy that attracts spirits has increased. I do know that these three incidents were different for me. The usual static electricity feeling up and down the right side of my body came after my neck and head got so hot, I was sweating.

Situation #1:  Days before Christmas Eve, I kept having this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was off or something was going to happen. I am always stressed and over busy like everyone else during the holidays, but this was different. For Christmas Eve, we were going to my in-laws. My husband’s parents know that I am a medium and his mother believes in my gift, but I don’t think his father does. That is not unusual for me. My own father and brother have issues with it … that is one of the reasons why for the time being, my blog is anonymous.

Anyways, I do not bring it up in front of the rest of my husband’s family. I am not sure if they talk about it when I am not around, but I am not very close with some of them and trust is a huge thing with me. I have to feel comfortable and feel that someone really cares about me, because my gift means a lot to me. This has nothing to do with anyone being a skeptic, because I can sense a skeptic the moment they walk into a room. Plus, if you haven’t experienced what I have, why should you believe? “Seeing is believing.”

So, the day of Christmas Eve, all is good. I got stuff ready to go, got in the car, and then on our way to my in-laws, the hot neck, hot head and sweating started. I told my husband that someone was with me, and I did not want to walk into his parent’s home feeling like this. I then tell him to slow down because I need to get rid of this spirit. Then my husband says, “But, what if it is my relative?” I then could feel that it was his grandfather, which I didn’t tell him. There was no way I was going to walk in there and start giving a message. I know it sounds stupid to someone reading this, but the family dynamic in this situation is not comfortable for me. Comfort is huge when doing any reading. Also, the acceptance of the message. I don’t want to walk into a room and say, “Hey, your dead family member road over with me …” Then silence and awkwardness would envelope the room. (I would never say it exactly like that, but you get the picture.) I don’t want other people to be uncomfortable either.

So, before I went in, I promised my husband’s grandfather that he could come visit me again and I would give my father-in-law and mother-in-law the message. Preferably, when we were alone with them. He understood. We had a wonderful evening, and I know, that all their family members that have passed were there watching with love.

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.

 

 

Miguel Who?

El Adobe Mexican Restaurant is located in downtown San Juan Capistrano. It has the reputation of being one of the most haunted locations in San Juan. Also, its known for its good food and margaritas. I have had a few paranormal experiences there, but the one I am writing about today did not start at El Adobe, it started at a restaurant called Rok Prime, which was also located in San Juan.

My husband and I used to love to come and hang out at Rok Prime and have dinner there. Over time I became friends with the manger R, and she kept telling me about all the activity they were experiencing there. I told her I would do a walk through when no one was there and see what I pick up.

We arranged a meeting when the restaurant was closed. During the walk through I picked up on a male spirit and he showed me where he liked to hang out. So I went to the booth he said and asked R if they had experienced any activity at that certain booth. She couldn’t believe it. That booth and the area around it, is where most of the employees have had their experiences. So, R wanted to know why he was there.

The male spirit told me that his name was Miguel, and he lived in San Juan a long time ago. He was attracted to that location only because he knew R’s family that had lived in San Juan for generations and he felt protective of her. Then he mentioned the name Rosa. R began to cry, that was her great grandmother. He said he knew her.

I would feel Miguel’s presence several more times when I went to Rok Prime to eat and hang out. He was just there enjoying the activity and watching over R. I only had an issue with Miguel once and I did have to ask him to back off. We were at the bar meeting friends for my birthday and I could feel his presence and he was being pushy. So when this happens in a busy place, I will go outside and walk around and figure out what they want or ask them to please move on. In this situation, Miguel kept telling me that he was worried about R. I had seen R earlier and she seemed fine to me. He was agitated and making me agitated, so I went to find R and she was not at the restaurant.

I went back into the bar and sat next to my husband, and my hubby asked if I took care of it, and as I went to tell him, we both heard a man yell my name right between us. It was Miguel, and my hubby was pissed, he didn’t like that this spirit yelled at me. Also, he didn’t like that he could hear it. He was fully creeped out. So I left the bar again and had a long talk with Miguel about boundaries. I did not hear or feel Miguel at Rok Prime again…… but he would return, but this time at El Adobe.                                                              (I did find out later that there was something going on with R and that is why she went home early from work….Miguel was right)

Time went by, and Roc Prime closed. We moved and I started my own business. I did a few more investigative readings around San Juan, and man the town of San Juan has a lot of spirit activity.

One of our favorite things to do in San Juan is to take the train to Del Mar for the horse races. We like to try and get a big group together, meet in town, then hop on the train for a day of fun at the races. And at the end of the day when the train drops us off we go to a local restaurant and eat. This particular time, the group decided to go to El Adobe for dinner. At this point its been a long day of fun and drinking, so I am exhausted, which makes my boundaries with the spirit world weak.

We get seated at a long table at El Adobe and order our food. Then I can feel it, the static chills on my right side, then I feel an ice cold wind swirling around my feet. My girl friend that is sitting across from me, about comes out of her chair. She tells me that she can feel an ice cold wind swirling under the table. Then I become fully engulfed in ice cold air, and I can feel 5 people standing behind me. It is an over load of energy and I feel frazzled. There are people at the table that do not know I communicate with spirits and my husband can tell right away by my body language that something is happening.

At this point I have to calm myself, because the energy is so strong, so I excuse myself from the table and head towards the front door. It was like I had legs made out of heavy metal. I had to walk slow and on purpose, which means, I had to focus on every step. (I probably looked drunk) When I got outside, I figured out it was Miguel and he had his family with him. He was excited and wanted me to meet them. I asked him why he was there with his family, and he said that they used to live there. I told Miguel that I would love to meet his family, but then they had to go, their energy was kicking my butt. I could feel the love he had for them and how proud he was to show them off. After meeting them, Miguel and his family disappeared.  As I went to walk back into the restaurant, I noticed a metal placard on the brick post by the door that said, “Miguel Yorba Adobe”. I had never seen this placard before, and was I relieved that I had some kind of explanation. Or what I call validation.

I went back in the restaurant and all was calm and I felt I had some closure with Miguel’s spirit. Who knows, he may show up again??

An Unexpected Message

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Friend Joe: Part 2

A few months had gone by since Joe’s funeral. Everyone is different in how they grieve and how long they grieve. I wanted to give M a chance to get used to not being a care giver and to grieve the loss of her husband. I waited until my mom said she thought M would be ready to hear Joe’s message. So I set a lunch date with M and my mom.

I was nervous about how M was going to react, but excited that I could share with her my gift and the message Joe wanted her family to hear. I had not told M that I was a medium, but she did know that the paranormal world intrigued me.

We met at Cedar Creek Inn in San Juan Capistrano. M looked great and seemed happy. She missed Joe, but knows he is not suffering anymore. I waited until we were done eating and then I asked her if she believed in mediums. M’s reply was: “Who am I to say or judge what people can or cannot see or feel. I like the idea of being able to communicate with your loved ones that have passed.”

Thank goodness!!!! So I told her about Joe being at his own service and his messages for her and her family. She started to cry when I told her Joe’s message about her final decision. Then M said, “I wasn’t sure I made the right decision and it haunts me.” I asked her what that meant, because I did not know the details of his passing. M explained to me that Joe had become a vegetable. He couldn’t move or eat anymore, and his mind was going. He was on tons of medications, and he was being medically fed just to keep him alive. So with his doctor’s consent, she decided to slowly take him off all the medications. Joe died peacefully in his sleep.

M thanked me and told me that the message and my gift meant more to her than words could express. She felt at peace and could now fully move on. Also, she couldn’t wait to tell the rest of the family what Joe’s message was for them.

Every time I see M, she thanks me and says I changed her life. I tell her that I am the one that is grateful that Joe trusted me and that I could give a the gift of closure to someone I admire. So, thank you Joe, for trusting me with your message and for trusting me with helping your family heal. And Joe, keep on running and jumping all over heaven.