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I am currently writing a book - I will fill in "about the author" here because well, this is how I found out. Sorry, its a long one. :P

I have been a psychic/medium since about the age of 5. Talking to my “imaginary friends” was something I was accustomed to and no one ever told me it was wrong. When my father’s mother passed away I was 6 years old. She was in a coma after having a massive heart attack. I never told anyone that she had come to me in a dream while we were vacationing in Hawaii. She came to tell me that she had to go away and would see me again. The next day is when we found out that she was on life support back in Michigan. We flew home immediately. Several days later she was taken off support; then she passed away.


My parents wouldn’t allow me to attend the viewing or the funeral because I was so young. When they returned the day of her burial they were somber and glum.
I said to them “Grandma sure looked pretty in her pink dress. She must have been going to some special party in heaven!”. My parents looked shocked, stared at me and then each other. My dad finally said, “Yes, she had a wonderful party to attend and wanted to look beautiful.” I just smiled because I already knew. She was wearing the pink dress in my dream. It was much later in life that I learned from them I was indeed correct and that she was wearing a mauve colored dress in her casket.



At 17, I was as most teen girls; Boy crazy and wreckless. My mother gave me her old car to drive around and was in the process of looking for a new one for herself. I was just about to leave one day to go over to my boyfriend’s house and my mother asked me to drop by her mother’s house and check on her. She had been calling her all day and there was no answer. My mother and Gram talked about 20 times a day on the phone, so this was very unusual. I agreed and went by the house.
That day changed my life. I found her breathing shallow and unmoving - we learned after she had had a massive stroke.

Emergency services were called and my Gram died 25 days later in the hospital as a result from a 2nd stroke. The day of her funeral I had written a poem. Actually I know I didn’t write it, spirit wrote it through me. I read it out loud during her eulogy and everyone cried. I was sad because everyone in the family was sad, but I knew my Gram was still around. I could hear her.


Never realizing that others didn’t see or hear spirits like I did, it never occurred to me that it was odd or scary. Though, I didn’t share that information with many.


Gram was really happy that she was buried in a red dress. It was her late husband’s favorite color and she looked so beautiful. The roses on her casket were amazing and she again loved all the work my mother had put into her burial service. Several days later my Gram kept bugging me to tell my mother something, over and over in my head she would say “Tell her! She needs to know!” She was so persistent that finally I agreed.


As a teen, its pretty hard to talk to your parents about anything and this was going to be even harder. How was I going to explain that I was able to communicate with dead people!? My Gram was not going to let me alone until I delivered her message to my mom, so I just sat down at the table and said, “Mom, I need to tell you something from Gram.” She looked at me as if I had grown two heads but said “Okay.”
“Gram says that you really shouldn’t put a grave blanket on her grave, she isn’t there. She only comes there when you do and hears what you say.”
Now my mother was really looking at me oddly but calmly said, “How did she tell you this?”
“In my mind.” I mumbled.
“What else did she say?” my mom was now curious but skeptical.
“Well, that she really likes the Hollyhock flowers you planted in her memory. She knows that you loved it as a girl when she would make you toothpick dolls with the blooms.”


That was all it took and my mother was in tears. The information was something my mother had never shared with me. I did find out that all of it was completely true. My mother had been debating on putting a blanket on the grave. It was expensive and she asked my Gram if she really wanted one when she would pray at night to her for a sign. The other message my mother told me was exactly what she had said one night before she fell asleep. Mom told Gram that she was going to plant some Hollyhock flowers in her memory by the porch.


After that my parents knew I was different but no one brought up that I could communicate with the dead. My gifts were known only to a few, my ability for finding lost things which most thought was just a “knack” for knowing. Neighbors and family members would call and ask me “Where did I leave my wallet?” I would get on the phone, ask my guide and then tell them, “Oh I think it fell out in the car, check between the seats.” There wasn’t a time that I was incorrect because spirit knew where to locate the items, I just listened.


Later in life I started to use my mediumship as a tool to help others even further. Some of my friends knew that I could talk to the dead and usually teased me about being the next John Edward*. I started to be invited to read for many people for entertainment parties. I would sometimes see 20 people in a night. I found could channel these spirits and give details of their deaths, their favorite pipe tobacco, their personality and more. The messages they gave me helped their families understand that they were not really gone, but still knew about upcoming parties, weddings and such that were occurring long after their deaths.


Recently I had a vision of my father in a coffin. This was quite upsetting to me obviously but I tried to ignore it. My father had never really been sick and had just retired after 35 years at Chrysler Motors. Finally he was going to be able to “putter” around the house and enjoy his life. My parents both have a very strong faith in God and yet still believed in my abilities. I chose to tell my father that I had had a “dream” instead of a vision. I suggested that he go to the doctor for a check up. As men do, he just dismissed my warning and talked about doctors being quacks.


It was about three months later when my father noticed that every time he would eat, the food would not go down into his stomach and instead came back up. He went to a family physician. After several tests, he was diagnosed with terminal esophageal and stomach cancer. Another confirmation of my ability but a very sad one indeed. I often thought while he was going through chemotherapy, by his own choice, that why did spirit send me this message if I was not to save his life? I know now that it was merely to encourage me to spend more time with him and enjoy his long-winded stories, because he was not long for the earth plane.


My father lived about 8 months following his diagnosis. In that time I hugged him more, I talked about my mediumship more and offered him books to read about the after-life. He in turn would tell me about his “visions”. That my grandmother, his mother, kept appearing to him but told him it was not yet time to come home. He asked me if I knew when he was going to die.

I did know the approximate time but instead chose to help him not be afraid and console him. He passed away March 14, 2008. Three days before his death, he was not really in his body. He would talk about things that didn’t make much sense and would stare into nothingness for hours. This day my mom needed to run out to the store and I was left to watch my dad who was now bed ridden. I sat across from him in a chair just looking at his thin body and hairless head, silently weeping for how sick he had become. He looked up at me and in the most focused voice said “It will be all right. There is no other way it can be. I’m not afraid anymore.” I went over and hugged him, crying harder still. He patted my back and then his mind drifted off again. That was a message I knew came from his higher soul. Comforting me until he could speak no more. He will always be missed on this earth.


Another vision came to me after I decided to move to Virginia with my kids. I saw myself writing a book. I actually witnessed me signing the book at a local bookstore for a line of customers. I asked my guides what I was to write about. They said, “You are merely the vessel to transfer our teachings to paper. You do not need to know the content We will channel the information through your hands.”


This book is the result of what my guides have requested I write.