Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Psychic Medium States "Money Does Fall From The Sky"

Some days you wake up and you just know it is a day that you have a lot of work to do.  I woke up this morning and heard "Sylvia".  The only Sylvia I know is the famous psychic medium Sylvia Browne.   She has been deceased a few years now.  That is why later in the day when I saw a woman in Louisiana had made multiple attempts to contact me I wasn't surprise that I found myself reaching for one of Sylvia's books.

The client told me she read on Facebook where I was coming to Louisiana and wanted to see me.  She had been thinking about me yesterday, called and left me a message and then something really weird happened today so she called back again today.  She went on to tell me this story.

 "I am taking care of a house that my bother in law and his wife owned."  She was telling me that the house is completely empty and "There is not a stick of furniture in it." she said.   She described rooms with no furniture at all and her being completely alone in the house while mopping the floors.  She was almost through making her way to the door when she heard something hit the floor.  She turned around and in the middle of the room was a shiny dime.  She said "Miss Allyson I just got through mopping that floor." "There was no dime there, besides I just heard it fall and hit the floor."  She said "I have to be honest with you this kind of creeped me out."  She said "I picked up my purse went over picked up the dime and got out of there."

This is when Sylvia comes in.  I have a book entitled "Phenomenon" "Everything You Need to Know About the Paranormal" written by the famous psychic medium.  That is my go to book when I need to give a definition to something that I don't know how to explain.  I did know what this was however.  This wasn't my first experience with this activity.  I was in a seance once at a Spiritualist Church Camp in Roanoke, VA  for mediumship when a coin first appeared dropping from mid air. I knew the explanation I was about to read was going to sum up what this was about.

     Sylvia writes, "The spirit world can and does manipulate physical objects here on earth in some marvelous, dramatic ways, often transporting them through space and seemingly impenetrable barriers so that they appear in places we would swear they can't possibly be.  That wonderful manipulation is called aport or apportation.  
     Sadly, infuriatingly and or unfairly, the spirit world isn't always given the credit it deserves for apportation.  Most often, we frantically search for any earthly explanation, no matter how idiotic, when even a glaring example of an aport occurs-absent-mindedness, carelessness, burglars with a sudden attack of conscience, anything but the simple truth that the spirit world tries in countless ways to get our attention and let us know they're with us."

My client asked me if I had ever experienced anything like this before.  Other than the seance there was a Mother and her teenage daughter who came to see me here in Florida.  There was a story about coins, and how the teenager was always finding coins.  I remember seeing Abraham Lincoln and knowing I was looking at a penny.  The teenager was wearing shorts and when she stood up there was one penny laying on the red leather love seat she and her mother were sitting on during the reading.  The Mother's purse was on the floor and the young girl had no purse or money.  I pay attention to my room before a reading and I can tell you there was no penny on that sofa when they sat down.

The woman who had this experience with the dime said that the day before she had been at the cemetery cleaning up and placing flowers on her parents grave.  I found this odd only because I jumped up yesterday morning and told my family, "Get dressed we are going to the cemetery."  I felt an urgent need to go visit my son's grandmother who is buried here in St. Augustine.  I've never done this before because it was my (one of my) ex-mother in law.  I loved her but I divorced her son almost 35 years ago.  When Natalie and I got there we found police tape blocking the entrance to the cemetery.  There were downed trees from hurricane Matthew and fallen branches and debris everywhere.  Head stones were turned over and broken.  It was a mess!  Natalie knew where Mrs. Capallia was buried so we parked the car and walked there. We stayed for an hour or so with me speaking love over my family and all the ones who we have loved.  I spoke peace to all of the souls who may have been troubled over the destruction of their final resting place. We picked up sticks and debris, replaced an American flag at the grave of a  World War I soldier saying "Thank you sir." and straightened flowers blown over.  I've said this before and I will say it again.  I know your loved ones appreciate and know when you honor them and visit their grave.  You do not have to go to where people are buried to speak to them for them to hear you, but when you do I know it is noticed as I believe the dime came from the loved ones whose graves she had tended to the previous day.

 As I was telling this story I started hearing messages that she has validated for me.  She wasn't sure who brought her the dime but now she too believes indeed her brother and her father were coming through and gifted her with the dime, showing their gratitude for the work she does in their memory.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

"Mary Had A Little Lamb"

How do I know so much about you, your family, loved ones and those who have passed on? I don’t. Praying for you by name allows me to step into your energy and receive messages from those who have passed on. I am a vehicle for messages from the nonphysical.  I used to be so concerned about getting it right that I spent hours in prayer and meditation for just one person, begging God for the words to speak. I finally realized the words didn’t come from me and was able to stop being fearful of being wrong. This allowed me to simply focus on what messages were coming through and share with you.

  In the earlier years, when booking a reading, I wanted names at birth and birthdates because I used numerology as my oracle. I love numerology and find it fascinating and easy to learn. I still teach it to my children and grandchildren. No longer do I need dates of birth since my way of gathering messages has changed. I’ve learned so much over the years and have found a clear and open mind with simply a name allows the energy to flow best. I don’t ask your birthday unless I believe you are also a mystic and want to see if that shows in your numbers.  I can also look at compatibly though birthdates in relationship work.

This blog of mine is to let you in on a secret: the information and messages I pass on to you are not generated from me. I choose to know nothing about you prior to a reading and don’t even see your face during a reading, as I wear a blindfold. I receive a download of info from my team appointed by God and that is what I pass on to you.  I’m not bogged down with needing to think of something witty or profound to say to you. The messages simply travel through me to get to you.  Let me give you some recent examples of what I mean.

A client in Louisiana booked on line for a phone reading.  She used her name, Gloria, and phone number as a point of contact. Unbeknownst to me at the time, in the “NOTES” section of the online form, she indicated she had booked the reading for a friend, Holly and gave Holly’s phone number.  I spent thirty minutes getting ready for Gloria’s reading.  It wasn’t until I called to begin the reading, using the number stated, that I saw the reading wasn’t for Gloria at all but was for Holly.  I explained my mistake to Holly and told her any messages may not be for her because I was asking for messages for Gloria.  Suggesting we continue the reading (I have learned that my guides know who is coming to a reading even when I don’t) I delivered the messages I assumed I had been given for Gloria. The reading was exactly for whom it was to be - Holly. She validated things specific to her life that brought her to tears.

There was another similar situation this week when I received a thank you letter from a woman who booked a reading, hoping her friend would join her.  Her friend wasn’t agreeable to meet with me. However,  the information she was seeking for her friend was delivered, and healing messages were received.  I am including the letter here.

Hey Allyson,
Just wanted to say it was so nice meeting you and thank you for the time we spent together. I had no expectations what so ever when I came to see you. I was drawn to you I believe because of my friend Lori whom I discussed with you, about maybe giving her some advice. I now know why you were seeing and speaking with some of spirits that I could not validate in my mind. Some of what you told me was about me but I believe my will for "her" came through stronger than my own will to know. I think you can understand that? I invited her over yesterday to listen to my reading. First she was skeptical and syndical as we all can be. Then she started listening to you and tears kept streaming down her face. She asked me for a pen and paper. So I went and got her one. She wrote down key points to her as you spoke. Crying, crying and crying. We picked out things that did pertain to me. Mostly your reading was for her. Which is just so awesome in my book. I am so pleased you were able to validate some things for her. Your key words: Catholic, badge, captain, hedge, Joseph, June, the number 8, Texas, roses, green, carpenter, hammer, gun suicide, head trauma, blood, milk carton, over alls with one buckle undone, etc.
her favorite cousin Henry Andrew committed suicide with a gun to his head. He was a landscaper and builder. You kept saying hedges... that's where he was found. he always wore green converse tennis shoes with over alls. Lori said he bought like 20 pair of green tennis shoes so he would always have them. She said she used to wear his over alls sometimes always with one shoulder undone. He used to tease her if she didn't straighten up she was going to end up on the face of a milk carton, it was a standing joke with them. He took his life in June on the 8th day as you kept seeing. Her cousin had a neighbor whom he called captain, he was the captain of the local police force, also the one who found his body. The roses you were seeing were because every year on her birthday he would send her roses. The birthday cake with no candles was because her and him shared the same birthday. Her grandmother wouldn't put the candles on the cake until after she brought it out so they could each share the cake and take turns blowing out their own candles. Lisa told me her grandmother always told her Henry Andrew was in hell because he took his own life. (Catholic) You validated for her that he wasn't when you said that he went to the light. This was such a wonderful closer for her. Also her cousin lived in northern Texas. The wonderful puzzle that you put out has all the pieces put together now. Although I don't think either you or I was conscience of this at the time. Universe works in mysterious ways. I'm Sure my energy and will to try to help her with her gifts was blocking your way of seeing your way for me. I'm happy you were able to help her. I left your home perplexed, believing everything you said was true but I just couldn't relate to most of it. I'm glad you made me record it and we were able to pass on what she needed to hear. Many blessings to you, your work and your path. Lori and I will be seeing you and hopefully you will be able to guide her on her own gifts. She said her mother took her to a psychiatrist and had her tested for talking with and about spirits. Then her mother took her to a priest to get this evil gift out of her. Finally succumbing to it her mother took her to a medium for answers. The medium just told her mother she didn't need to be there or any advice from her. Lori has a wonderful gift and refused to say any more. After that Lori tried to bury her gifts for 20 years, then after we met they just came flowing back. I know I shouldn't but I feel compelled to seek help for her to understand. I'm sure that is why I was drawn to seek and meet you. Hope all of this makes sense and I only mean the highest good in this. I know you are busy but wanted to share. Thank you again, you are a blessing and an amazing woman.
Amanda Lynn

  All the more reason to have confidence in my guides who know more than I. Referring to this blog as “Mary Had a Little Lamb” is a rather “tongue in cheek” way to show I simply go where I am led.

In Louisiana, my former home, knowledge of me as an intuitive is through someone I had read for.  Though I never advertised, there were several papers, magazines and books published about me, but never effort on my part to gain clients or to build a business. The people who were supposed to find me did. Having recently moved to Florida, I now have a website and have gained the attention of many eager to hear from beyond. I do see my abilities as both a gift and a responsibility. Those who are open minded enough to seek me out are rewarded with either having closure or receiving comfort knowing their loved ones are at peace.

Some are not comfortable with the concept of communicating from beyond and will make derogatory comments on Facebook. My feelings are not hurt and I won’t try to educate them about my abilities. To each his own. I live by faith and always try to do my best for everyone. I will not pass on false information or fake words from those who have passed on. I refuse to provide a “show” or “entertainment,” but truly act as a vehicle to give messages from those who have gone before us. If you are a nonbeliever, I’m sorry you miss these opportunities to communicate, but I understand. However, if you are open to the idea of hearing from loved ones or are even just curious, reach out. These messages are not necessarily for your sake, but maybe your loved one having something they need you to know. It’s really all about them.

Thanks very much for reading my blog. Everything I have written is based on actual readings.


Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Purdge - "Forty Days and Forty Nights" in Southern Louisiana

In numerology, the year of 2016 is a year of nine.  You add the numbers going straight across and it adds up to nine.  The number nine represents things coming to an end.  When 9 shows up in your personal chart it has additional meaning such as wisdom, many life experiences, and humanitarian energy where people really care about others.  This is the year of nine.

At the beginning of the year I wrote an article that Kris Wartel with the Daily Advertiser edited and printed where I spoke of what to expect the upcoming year.  I talked about looking around you and figuring out what needs to go.  What no longer serves you?  If it doesn't feel good to you and you have kept it anyway it is keeping you from growing.  The main lesson here is that stuff keeps us bogged down.  My mother (now deceased) once said "You spend your whole life accumulating things to spend the end of your life trying to figure out how to get rid of them."  I have repeated that to many seniors in their last years of their physical lives and they all agree.  One of the reasons the majority of families fight when the parents die is over material things that the parents acquired. This causes a battle and disharmony in the family, and is one of the many reasons I think the Bible says to build your riches in heaven and not here on earth.  I am the first to sign up for comfort and love a comfortable home, but we cannot get so attached to material things that it consumes our lives and takes away from what we need to focus on - peace.  I wish I had all the money I have paid in storage unit fees for keeping stuff that wasn't worth the money I was paying to store it.  If it doesn't serve you get rid of it.  People get so much joy in receiving things they need from others but the real pleasure is how you feel when you give things away to people who need and appreciate your gifts.

This flood has forced many people of Louisiana to let go of what they had.  This is making way for what is new.  2017 is a year of one which is a year of brand new beginnings.  I have a friend in Lafayette whose home was crammed packed with stuff.  Everything you can imagine - from the Christmas tree decorations her parents owned to every thing her adult children made from first grade forward.  Book shelves were jammed packed with things that meant so much to everyone in the family - from paperbacks to newspapers.  There was the entire family history in that home.  Military families learn to let go and start over with so much because you are allowed so many pounds that can be shipped from one duty station to another.  There are others who haven't moved every few years and are pack rats.   When the universe allows you to let go of the old it is because you are making room for the new.  Change is coming.  Instead of us looking at how broken our hearts are over what we cannot change and have no control over, let's make a shift in how we look at this disaster and know we have a lot to look forward to.  It is exciting to know new things and circumstances are coming into your life.  

I have recently read stories of people meeting while helping each other.  People write and speak of others they have crossed paths with for the sake of caring.  People you don't know coming to help you and people that need to know you showing up at your door.  This is the humanitarian aspect of the number 9.

I have a friend who played football for the University of Alabama and his brothers did as well. They are the biggest Alabama Crimson Tide fans alive.  I have heard him say that people from Louisiana come to Alabama just to drive through the tunnel slowly and to honk their horns.  We all know there is no love lost between the LSU Tigers and The Alabama Crimson Tide. However, this very same friend who talked smack about the people of Louisiana is heading up a drive to donate building supplies and other items of disaster relief for those who suffered in this flood.  People coming together no matter what football jersey they wear is BIG between these two states.  

Please know the words we speak and the thoughts we have create our lives.  Try to let go of the heart ache along with disappointment and get ready to be surprised.  Ask for your every need to be met.  Someone is listening.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

"Chicken Skin!"

When my son and his family moved to St. Augustine, I was thrilled for him to have the opportunity to return to his roots.  His family on his father’s side is traced back to Ponce De Leon, the seeker of the Fountain of Youth and the city of St. Augustine.  I never thought about how it would affect me or what influence it may have on my life.  I do understand that all things have a reason and there are no coincidences. I just never thought about what may be in store for me because of his move.

I now live in St. Augustine part time.  I continue to serve as a medium and have added northeast Florida to the mix. The military wife in me loves exploring and this change has provided me with ample opportunities to do that.

While getting familiar with the area, my husband and I decided to drive south to a community called Cassadaga.  Years ago I heard of this place but had forgotten it.  During a conversation with a woman from Jacksonville who came to see me for a reading Cassadaga came up.  She was telling me it was a part of the Spiritualist Church basically being a community of psychic mediums. 

It’s true that if you hang out with a psychic the more psychic you become.  I’m not sure if this is simply “Birds of a feather flock together” mentality or if there is more to it than that, but I do know when I am reading for someone who is very intuitive. Intuitive people are typically less closed off and freely welcome what comes their way. They also tend to have better readings. I knew I wanted to visit Cassadaga the first chance I had.

It wasn’t long before I had a day off and Charlie and I set off to go exploring.  This time, I knew exactly where we were heading - South on I-95 to Cassadaga.  We arrived in an area of central Florida that was sort of a broken down looking community.  I had no real expectations so I didn’t lead with any ideas of how it would be. There was an old hotel where we parked and we decided to walk in and check it out.  The hotel dated back to the 1800’s with the original building and older furniture that would take you back in time.  It was very antiquated but elegant.  Charlie and I always seem to go separate ways, each of us being pulled towards our magnetic interests. This is my son’s way of saying we put our brains in our pockets and wandered around.

Almost at once I noticed a chair in the corner of the lobby.  It seemed like a lonely corner where there didn’t seem to be much foot traffic.  I hesitated before approaching the chair because I could feel the presence of a female sitting there.  I wanted to sit there, but I knew someone in the non-physical occupied the chair.  I stood in front of the chair hesitantly, trying to get a feel for whether I was going to interrupt the current sitter.  I leaned over and straightened the small pillow placed in the chair.  I stood straight and heard “Thank you.”  The voice seemed friendly so I felt I was allowed to sit with her.  I sat there with my sunglasses on, closing my eyes with my head tilted back for at least 15 minutes. If I was in her energy she was peaceful because I was very comfortable.  I began to feel eyes on me, as if people working there may be wondering  “What is that woman doing in the corner?”  The lobby was empty except for me, yet I was beginning to feel I was overstaying my welcome.  I stood up and my knees wobbled. I felt like an older persons knees were beneath me and that I may walk with a cane to steady myself.  I wondered if I was having a low blood sugar moment or what was happening to me.  I realized that possibly the older woman sitting there in spirit when I sat down on top of her may have been standing with me.  I steadied myself and walked away.

Our day at the camp included a stroll through the gift shop and the hotel restaurant where we skimmed over the Italian menu.  We spent time in the Visitors Center. There were brochures available on all the classes and readings by different mediums.  It was most interesting  when listening to other visitors  speaking with tour guides and volunteers.  People drove for many miles to hear tales of spirit activity and the history of the area.  It seemed people wanted to be spooked.  I was entertained with all the questions.

Charlie being a NASCAR lover made certain we drove to Daytona Beach and did some sight seeing and shopping.  While Charlie was in the pipe tobacco store I went to a shopping center.  I made a purchase of some bed linens and a quilt.  We drove back home to St. Augustine. I was opening my purchases when my seven -year- old grand daughter said “Nana why did you buy this Granny blanket?”  “You aren’t a Granny!”  I said “Do you think it looks like a Granny would own this?”  She laughed and said “Yes!”  That never once occurred to me.  I just put on the bed as a topper  to replace a comforter.  Charlie came in the room, then went and said to the rest of the family “Did you see the old lady blanket Allyson bought?”  Everyone came into my room one by one to comment on the fact that this quilt was totally out of character for me and asking what I was thinking.  It was true I didn’t own anything like this and this certainly wasn’t something I would normally be attracted to and I even thought about returning it, but firmly decided “No, I like it.”

The following day I was in my bedroom getting my morning meds when I heard with my inner ear “Chicken skin!”  I repeated it out loud as I normally do when I hear something through clairaudience.  I realized I was covered in goose bumps, which happens a lot when spirit is present.  This can be scientifically measured with an EMF detector.  This measures the electro magnetic field in the room when there is a spike of electricity or energy.  I normally refer to them as “goose bumps or truth bumps or God bumps”.  Only in Hawaii is the term “chicken skin” that I am familiar with used and it usually is meant to scare somebody.  I got the feeling it was an old expression someone was using to speak to me, referencing the goose bumps I had from my head to my toes.  I wasn’t really even aware of the present moment of what I was feeling until I looked up at the ceiling and realized I was standing right underneath an air vent blowing cold air.  I moved to the next room and told Nat about what I had just heard.  Then I told her about the quilt and how I sat in that chair at Cassadaga and wondered if I had the spirit of an older woman with me.  Nat is an encourager and is always entertained with what I share with her.  I recently told her she should author a book “My Mother in Law The Medium”. 

That night while sleeping I was on my side of the bed leaving the floor space to my immediate left open with Charlie laying to my right side.  Charlie sleeps with a sleep mask for health reasons.  He can’t talk through that.  I awoke to a scream that sounded very much like the sound my mother would make when she was a passenger in the car while I was learning to drive.  She would grab the dashboard and scream, sort of.  It is between a scream and a very high soprano trying to make  musical sounds without words.  Immediately I knew what just happened.  I was not scared one bit.  My granny visitor went all ghostly on me!  Very frustrated I said “That is so not necessary!’’ I then followed up with “That was just rude!”  Very close directly into my left ear she belted out that noise.  I chastised her and was not entertained. 

I have been studying ectoplasm and the energy spirit pulls from the medium to form a voice box.  I was down right not happy that if my visitor was going to make audible sounds she’d better speak words to me, and not some silly noises.  I want direct voice communication.

I got to thinking about this and in Granny’s defense if she has been hanging out in the lobby of the Cassadaga Hotel lobby, with visitors who want to be spooked looking for ghosts, then maybe she thought this was appropriate behavior.  I don’t know, but Nat and I are planning a quick run up to Cassadaga soon to see if they have a drive-thru when we can drop her off in a return slot.

Much love my kind and loving Granny visitor who helped me pick out a beautiful quilt.  I love and appreciate you but I think you may be happier at the hotel where you have possibly spent all of your afterlife. 

Monday, July 4, 2016

The Emotional Clutter In Your DNA - Could Be An STD

" I wish I knew then what I know now" rings true with this topic. I am now 58 years old.  I graduated from High School in 1975.  I was a good Christian girl that never even thought about sex until it was time to get married.  I was 17 then.  That marriage lasted about 2 years and I started making up for lost time after that.   To date I've been married five times.  To say I've kissed a lot of frogs seems way too innocent when counting how many one night stands I've had.  This was during the 1970's when I was young enough to enjoy drinking and dancing all night.  I'm one of the people who has experienced being in bed with a lover trying to remember his name.  I didn't feel dirty and I wasn't ashamed really,  I just knew that it wasn't what I was taught was acceptable behavior of a nice girl, that's all.

  I didn't think it really mattered knowing I had no idea who most of the men were thinking I would probably never see them again.  This was not a home town area.  I was living in Fort Walton Beach, FLA among a young military population where everyone is very transit.  I had a great job and met great guys.  I loved them least for the night.  Knowing I would never see them again was the good thing.  Then there are those awkward moments when you run into someone many years later and I mean MANY years later who feels so familiar when the first thing you think is "Did I sleep with you once?".  I have a good friend who he and I have actually had to go back and comb through our memories to try to recall where and if we had met before because we felt connected.  We haven't been able to identify the night or if we had ever met before but it sure seemed like we could have crossed paths at one time.  

This was during the time when "Herpes" was just being discovered.  I remember the American Medical Association saying it came from monkeys.  Then there was AIDES which originally the AMA said was from Haiti.  I wasn't sleeping with monkeys and I didn't know anyone from Haiti.  I was clear.  Pregnancy was the biggest concern I had because I was too uninformed to think otherwise.  

Transition to many years later.  I was going through the Hilton manager training program. I had been hired to be on the management team of several Hampton Inns.  The part I was dreading the most was housekeeping training which included 3 weeks of cleaning rooms and learning the hotel standards for a perfect guest room.  Once I began this training I learned to love it because there was something there I learned that I had never been aware of.  I could read the energy on the bed! I could tell what kind of rest the person had, if they were at peace or if they were not such a good person.  There was actually an energy imprint on the bed.  I could feel it.  It either felt kind and good or hostile and under pressure with not such a good rest.  I felt like I personally needed to go though a cleansing or ritual of some sort when exiting those rooms.  I can feel criminal activity, abuse and sexual energy.  I can feel pornography and lower energies and know if the person who slept in that bed had an illness or an addiction.  It wasn't good, but I loved stepping into each room and seeing what I was going to find next.  The girls working with me got a big kick out of me reacting to each room.  It wasn't about the cleaning process but what was unseen.  

After cleaning room after room and realizing the energy left behind from the previous guest was evident, it then occurred to me, "What in the heck does this mean when we pull people into our intimate space allowing them into our beds."  I then began to think back of 30 years ago when my life seemed to be on the spin cycle of a heavy duty washer.  I didn't know if I was coming or going. I am now aware that multiple sexual partners leaves one with mixed emotional signals within our vibrational system. This was all about choices I was making but now that I have an understanding of how energy works, it scares the hell out of me.  It is more scary than and more permanent than bodily fluids which seems really gross right now.

If you are an empath or a sixth sensory human being, which I know we all are to some degree, we will pick on things around us that serve as an information source.  First of all when we drink or use drugs that numb us out, we are setting ourselves up to navigate with no radar and you are too drunk to read a map.  You know nothing.  You could be in the middle of toxic waste and you are getting no vibes.  Use your gifts wisely.

I believe when we bring someone into our circle not necessarily sleeping with them simply hanging out with them too,  their stuff becomes our stuff.  What they carry around in their energy DNA definitely becomes a part of our permanent soul imprint.  If they have a crazy ex wife and bad children and debt and criminal activity in their life, then you have a crazy ex wife and bad children and debt and criminal activity in YOUR life.  It may seem to be undercover, (pun here) but it isn't.  You are affected and there is no easy pill or shot to make it go away.

 You must chose to clean your energy by your intentions, your thoughts your words and improve your vibration.  The law of attraction is always at work and remember that when you allow someone to be close, you are stepping into everything that is in their lives too.  You must learn to protect yourself through prayer asking that "Only what is of God and from God shall enter my space".  Also another good mantra is "I surround myself with the white light of the Holy Spirit."  Salt water is suppose to be a good cleanser for your auric field as well as burning bundles of cedar.  Smudging is usually thought to be done with sage, but I have been taught sage is for blessings and cedar bundles are for cleansing.

There ia no such thing as "Casual" sex or "Friends with Benefits" when you are entwining the energies of two people."

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Facebook Friend Still Active - From The Other Side

To:  Allyson Schram
A young woman I haven't met sent me this message.

Sent from my iPhone 

     Hi my name is XX. It's just crazy how I've been trying to find you for a few months now.  I had a friend who came to see you. Her name was Janet. She was going to give me your number but unfortunately that never happened. She died recently. Her daughter didn't know you. I was going to look in her mother's phone book to see if I could find something but never could.
     Funny thing is I was in her home yesterday cleaning and thinking so much about how I never got your name from her before she passed. Her daughter is selling the house and my hubby went to make repairs and I cleaned it.  We could feel my friend Janet there with us.
     Later that same day on Facebook by coincidence my husband read and loved your article.  He then shared it on FB.  I noticed immediately my friend was on your friends list!  Somehow I feel she must have heard me and my hubby talking about how I never got your name. Funny how spirit works so if you would be so kind. I am certain it was Janet that lead me to you! 
      I see your getting a lot of people wanting readings . Obviously I could use one please put me down ASAP !! If you have a cancellation I'd gladly take it last minute as well providing the time to get to you from youngsville . T.I.A.
Heavy black heart

It never ceases to amaze me the ability we have after we die.  I mean really?  She was looking for me for months.  Her friend dies who was a client of mine.  At that point she has no idea how to find me and while in her deceased friends home she and her husband were talking about me and when they get home they find me on Facebook. So Janet used Facebook to say "Here is what you were asking for!"  I really believe it is your loved ones who lead you to me.  You may think this is all about you but in my opinion it isn't about you. 

When you come to see someone who is a vehicle for messages from the other side, the purpose I believe is to do just that; receive messages! Your loved ones have a lot more to say to you in some instances than you have to say to them.  This isn't just entertainment for you to see if I can really perform. This is real spiritual work made available from the other side, or the non-physical.  

You want to hear from your loved ones?  Be ready to receive messages.  Put it out to the universe, call in your guides, your angels and your heavenly helpers.  "Ask and ye shall receive"!

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Burning Down The House

Every time I sit down to write because something has hit me over the head and I can't make it go away, I think "Now I've done it!"  "Now Im in trouble!"  "This is pushing the envelope."  Not to break the pattern with this writing that is exactly how I feel right now as I sit and ask my guides to come in and give me the perfect language to tell this story.

This isn't a make believe story.  It is real.  It happened right here in my living room.

 I love my clients that just won't go away.  I realize at times that you have to have pretty thick skin to continue to come see me.  I often hear myself tell people right before I am about to say something that I don't really want to tell them , "I know you don't pay me to tell you what you want to hear,  but I believe you want what I get as messages from the non-physical."  Another thing while I am telling you some of the reasons you may not want to come see me, especially with the whole "fam damily" as my neighbor would say, is because I deliver the messages the way I get them.  Pay attention here.  I repeat "Pay attention here!"  Spirit will bust you out in front of whom ever is in the room.  If you are doing something you don't want a family member to know then don't bring them to your reading.

I had a young woman bring her grand mother for a reading.  The grand mother had a wonderful reading and felt the love of her husband and received validation from him things that no one would know.  I don't remember all of this exactly the way it went down because that reading was about a year ago plus I don't remember everyones reading anyway.

 The young woman brought her grand mother back again recently.  I talked about pain and kept seeing the spine and feeling the pain in my neck at the base of my skull.  The young woman said she had been in an accident and had surgery and was in tremendous pain.  Without any hesitation I immediately felt "medical marijuana".  I said " Spirit is showing me medical marijuana and I feel I am to encourage you to pursue treatment as it is legal now in Louisiana for medical use.  The young woman said "The last time we were here you said you continued seeing grass burning as they burn the sugarcane fields when setting them on fire."  "When we had no idea what you were talking about you just blurted out, "You guys aren't a bunch of pot heads are you?"  As I sit here and type this I throw my head back and close my eyes in embarrassment.  If you could see these people and this grand mother she is the picture of kindness and love and all things good.  For me to hear that I threw that out there makes me angry with myself and obviously the young woman had been somewhat offended as she had remembered word for word what I said.  Then she says "I have been using medical marijuana for pain relief since my accident."  Her wonderful grandmother turned and looked at her in disbelief and said "You have Susan?" (not real name)  She responded "Yes."

The grand mother then turns to me and said "Before my husband passed we were in the emergency room and the doctor asked him if he would consider using liquid marijuana."  The elder man said "I don't want nothing to do with that stuff."  I was sitting there listening to what was happening and saw a man with an upside down skillet on his head with the handle facing right above his face.  I asked is there a reason he would put a skillet or a pot on his head?  Thinking silently for a moment they both said "No."  Then I saw a pot on his head.  I asked instead of the skillet could it be a pot like you would cook in on his head... nothing but silence.  The we all said at the same time "Is he saying "pot head"?   Laughing together the young woman said Poppa is really here Nana.

I felt the message was that he was in great pain with his illness and even the doctor offered relief through liquid marijuana and he refused.  Now he is referencing the use of marijuana and the grand daughter was brave enough and strong enough in character to admit in front of her grand mother that it was something she had sought for help.  It was through her deceased grand father that he was bringing this forward.  I am sure they have figured this out and have continued to work on the message but I believe he was giving her permission and sending all of his love and support.

It is with great honor, gratitude and grace that I am humbled to tell this story.