It is my belief that all who emanate from G_D possess HIS Spirit within them. We all have an innate ability to recognize truth. His Spirit Resists that which is false. When someone is being false with you, His Spirit Gives you a signal. Maybe within the pit of your stomach or maybe you have an unprovoked sense of anger, or a sense to resist the person who is false with you, but whatever your bell is it rings in danger. That Spirit Clashes with that which will be harmful to you. It is only your ego which denies the truth and attempts to assuage your own fears, due to your conflicting desire. Desire and ego mask your inner truth, which is the voice of the clairvoyant. My life as a clairvoyant began at birth. It always was. It was never a choice, it was part of my identity. My listening to The Spirit within me, led to resistance from my parents. My persistence was greeted with hostility and denial in the beginning, then things were altered by defining moments in my life. One of my first defining moments occurred when I was 4 and a half years old. My father, sister, and I were taking a walk in Niagara Falls Park. My sister was learning to walk and was slow, so I ran ahead. In Niagara Falls, due to the forceful winds, metal trash cans at the park are placed in iron rod receptacles which shield them from tipping over due to the strong gusts of wind. I spotted a trash can and I turned around to “announce” to my father that there was a gun in that trash can. My father said, “no, there isn’t.” I remember the sense of frustration and anger that people were denying what I would “sense.” I said, “yes there is.” I ran ahead and proceeded to rock that iron rod container until both the trash can and receptacle were laying on the ground-against the protests of my father. I yelled there is a gun in there- “then he responded it is a toy gun.” I said “no it is not, and I retrieved it.” The most interesting part of the story is this was in the fifties. My father did not own a gun and my television viewing was strictly monitored. After this moment, I remember a sense of relief. I loved my father and didn’t want to be wrong. This incident set a precedent, he began to listen objectively, without giving my “announcements” too much energy. He did not want me to divert my course from the academic arena, which this phenomenon did not. While in college, I worked in restaurants to support my two daughters and myself. One Sunday morning while training a new bartender, a gentleman came and sat at the bar. He was the only customer. I didn’t want him to leave, so I touched his initial ring and told him his first, middle, and last name. He looked at me and said, “I can understand why you would pick up William and Michael, but how did you come up with my last name?” Unbeknown to me he wrote political speeches for politicians across the nation. He contracted me on the spot to do a political convention at The Grand Hotel in Anaheim, California as an entertainer. Slowly but most assuredly, the psychic world drew me into an area where I had absolutely no aspirations. The next act of serendipity occurred on a return plane flight from New York. I spontaneously “announced” to a female seated behind me that she had a male friend who would have a brain surgery and would require a shunt. Little did I know, she was the highest performing domestic sales person for a radio station in New York. A month later I was living in New York working on an audience interactive talk radio show. While a guest on the WEOK News Talk radio (another station) I described the manner in which the Poughkeepsie serial killer would be apprehended. This was live talk radio and there was no refuting my exacting details. Quite by accident, I learned by touching items of the deceased I could provide information regarding their deaths and in the case of murder victims details and often times the identity of the murderer. Sometimes a ring, sometimes a key, in one case a missing persons flier would set me in motion. My undergraduate work was done in Psychology and a minor of Criminology at Cal Poly with the intention of proceeding to either Graduate School in Psychology or Law School. I was offered a scholarship to Berkeley but instead went to New York to work on the radio. My journey has been defined by serendipitous moments and gracious individuals who have opened the doors for me based on trust. It has been an adventure which will be depicted in my book. This wasn’t the path I chose, it chose me. |