I started noticing "things" as a child. In fact, my siblings did also. We were told that was no such thing as ghosts and it was our imagination. When I was 13 or 14, the "things" visits became more frequent. Things I now know to have been Spirits. Now, I was told I was imagining these things, so I thought I was insane or delusional. It was scary. I told no one because I was afraid what they would think I was nuts. Sometimes it was just easier to ignore it or pretend I didn't hear or see whatever it was that was putting words and pictures in my head.

Shortly after I began seeing "things", I'd begun saying "things" out loud to people around me - seemingly random statements that either would shortly come to pass, or, unbeknownst to me, had already happened. Weird. Also my imagination? All I knew was that there was something seriously wrong with me. I was a 14 year old freak...

These instances of seeing and knowing continued and got stronger through my teenage years, and I did my best to push it down. When I was 17, I had an overwhelming sense of foreboding... I KNEW someone was going to die and we would be in Limbo, like life just stops. People poo-pooed my statements and told me that I was over reacting. BUT I knew it was going to happen.

It was my friend Mike. He was a lost boy all of his life but he was a good soul. Mike was fed up with having to struggle through life and felt that nothing would ever get better or that he would never fit in. He shot himself in the head. He was declared dead at 2:30am Sunday morning. His parents were away at the time and we had to wait for them to come home, hence the Limbo. I knew nothing of this at that point.

Sunday morning at 6:15am I was walking to work across a parking lot and I saw Mike. I waved. He waved. And I remember thinking how odd it was that he was walking that way - not towards his house. Two hours later, I found out that he'd committed suicide. I remember thinking "wow, they got bad information. I just saw him this morning." But the source was reliable and I knew that it was real. I was shocked.

Well... Mike hung around. Began talking to me.... all of the time. He would tell me things, give me warnings and I would even talk back.  Yea. I thought I was losing it. I decided it was best to continually pray for his soul because I thought when someone committed suicide, they didn't make it to Heaven. He was too good not to be in Heaven. I prayed and protected us both in the white light of God. I just wanted him to be free. Communication with him was constant and the stress in my life had become overbearing. Again, I was still thinking he was my imagination. 

I had what I consider to have been a nervous breakdown when I was 26 and, in fact, committed myself to a mental hospital for 3 days. I was given all kinds of medication. The drugs stopped the voices..  All was well.

All was well until I couldn't stand how the medicine made me feel and I stopped it all. I took a deep breath and decided to take a tarot reading course. Maybe I could figure this thing out.

On the last night of the tarot course, we all took turns reading someone else. I sat down with my partner and the only way to describe it is that words began to fall out of my mouth. This woman sat there nodding and sobbing. She was more than thrown for a loop when a complete stranger was telling her deep personal things. I was freaked!  I did not like this at all.

She left. I was really shook up. Then there was a knock at the door. I was told that I was "so good" I had to read another. Hmmm...

From here, I began reading my friends and even took a job doing readings at this shop that gave the tarot course and worked there for a year.A good friend held a tarot party every few months. From there, her guests booked parties for themselves, and so on.  Since then, what I do has spread by word of mouth and I've been giving private readings, parties and taking part in forums for the past 12 years.