A Sign from Heaven

It’s been suggested that I keep on posting and of course, I will.  I became a “practicing” psychic about 10 years ago when I joined a group through Yahoo that was then called, “Psychic Development.”  I had no clue what was happening with that site, but I was very drawn to it. 

I honestly thought happened with me was something that EVERYONE experienced.  And, while I still believe that everyone has abilities – I believe the more we work with them, the stronger they become.

My draw to Psychic abilities became much more evident to me after I read a couple of books that I discovered at our local book store.  These books were, “Psychic Diaries” by Lysa Mateu and “Stephen Lives” by Anne Puryear.  These books are amazing and I would highly recommend them to anyone.  They opened my eyes to the unknown – a place where things I believed were my imagination were actual visions.

We found ourselves doing practice readings where names were drawn and we were asked to share any thoughts we felt we were picking up on our psychic partner for the week.  It was fun.  It opened doors and we were able to discern our level of accuracy.  I loved every minute of it!

Before long, complete strangers were sending me instant messages via Yahoo asking for me to share my thoughts or feelings about whatever unanswered questions they had at the time.  Along the way I made many new friends and found they were coming to me repeatedly for answers.

One such acquaintance, Sandy – had recently lost her Father.  She was lost and devastated.  What tore her up even more was the fact that her Son, Chase, was really missing his Grandpa and he was too young to understand why he wasn’t there anymore. 

I saw him loving BBQ’s, cooking, and more.  One of my first visuals of this man consisted of him showing me a key ring with a LOT of keys on it.  (Sandy confirmed this for me.)  Then I saw him repeatedly reaching into his back right hand pocket.  I said, “I’m seeing him pull out a hankie.”  Once I mentioned this she later responded with, “OMG, I found the pants he was wearing on the day he passed away and he had a hankie in that very pocket!” 

She said, “I just wish he could be here for Chase’s birthday.”  I responded with, “He’s going to give you a sign.  I’m seeing a penny.  Once you see it, you will have no doubt that it has come from him.”

So … with Chase’s birthday fast approaching she found herself quietly anticipating whether or not my vision would come to light.  A few days after Chase’s birthday, I received a message.  She said, “Kat, you are not going to believe what happened.  I went to the Factory Card Outlet to buy party favors and among those was a bag of balloons.  On his birthday, I was setting everything up and I opened the brand new package of balloons.  There sitting at the bottom of this bag … was a penny.  The bag had been sealed so there is no way anyone could have placed that penny in there.  It was my sign and I was so relieved that my Papa was there with us to celebrate Chase’s birthday.  Thank you so much.”

Thank you, Spirit.  I love this gift and I am grateful to share it with others.  I truly am … blessed!

May 2012: George "John"

I had just had new blinds installed in my room earlier in the day.  My day was filled with shopping, dinner and finishing some updates in my home.  Apparently, I went to bed with the windows being strong in my mind.

That night, I went to bed and was pretty exhausted.  Oftentimes I do not remember my dreams, however, this particular night, I did.

(DREAM STATE)

I heard a knock on the window that faces my back yard.  I looked out and a man was standing there.  I didn't recognize him.  He was an older man with dark hair and distinguishing features.  He looks at me and says, "I'd like a cheeseburger please."  I replied, "I don't serve cheeseburgers here."  Even in my dream I knew I was sleeping because I went right back to bed.  A short while later, I heard another knock from the same window.  It's the same man and he says, "I'd like a cheeseburger with ketchup, mustard & pickles."  Again, I responded, "I'm sorry but I don't serve cheeseburgers here."  And ... again, I returned to my bed.

Then I realized I felt scared or afraid.  So I hollered out, "Dad."  But I couldn't hear my own voice.  Again, I hollered out, "Dad."  Again, I could not hear my own voice.  So I decided the next time I needed to holler REALLY loud and I said, "DAD."  The next thing I know I hear my Mother (passed away 1/31/10) saying, "Arne, Kathy is hollering for you."  Then I hear my Dad (passed away 9/23/09) say, "Oh, is she?"

The next thing I know my friend, Carrie (a high school classmate that I haven't seen in at least 5 years) appears in my room.  She said, "Kathy, everything is fine.  Everything will be OK."  Immediately thereafter, I heard the sound of a diesel truck from the other window in my room.  She and I both looked out together and we saw a white diesel truck backing out of the neighbors driveway.

Then, I woke up.

I tried to decipher what the dream meant and I'll admit I was baffled.

The following weekend (Memorial Weekend), I kept hearing the name George in my head.  Over and over and over again.  I'm thinking to myself, "Who is George?"

It was either Sunday or Monday of that weekend and as usual I got up, fixed my coffee and checked the local online obituaries.  (May sound a bit morbid, but I grew up with my folks doing it, so that was something I had become accustomed to.)

Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I see a picture in the obits of the man from my dream.  George "John" (I'll refrain from using his last name for privacy reasons.)  It was exactly the man who came to me in my dreams.  His obit states, "The family would like to extend a special thank you to ....., and all the neighborhood friends for their support and friendship for John during his illness."

George "John" 
(July 21, 1939 - May 23, 2012) 

Here we are 4 months after his passing and he is still on my mind. I finally figured out that the white diesel truck was him showing me he was on his way to his next destination in the afterlife.

White vehicles in dreams symbolize, transportation. Wanting to move ahead.

He was showing me that he was preparing to move ahead.  Apparently, he was craving a cheeseburger.  Unfortunately, I did not feed him.  I was frightened.  I need to learn not to be afraid.

Thank you George.  I appreciate your visit.  May you rest in peace.

The Power of St. Anthony

09/23/12

My Daughter, Katelyn, misplaced her wallet on Friday. She had been using my car and thought she left it in there but after looking numerous times she was frustrated. I suggested she pray to St. Anthony. She said, she did.

Saturday rolls around and she is still searching for her misplaced wallet. She looked repeatedly to no avail. We tried to retrace her steps.

This morning she comes home from staying the night at a friends and said, "Mom, I need to you pray to St. Anthony with me. I cannot find my wallet. So we held hands and I prayed in silence. I asked that we find her wallet ASAP and preferably within 30 minutes. Then added, I was sorry for giving it such a short time frame.

She walks back outside and looks in her own car. I followed her and went directly to mine. I opened the front passenger door, reached over to check the pocket of the drivers side door and .... there it was! Less than 5 minutes after praying to St. Anthony -- her wallet was found safe & sound.

Thank you, St. Anthony for hearing AND answering our prayers. AMEN.

You are Never Alone 09/22/12

When you are feeling lost or alone, put your brave face on.  Reach out.  Much like the painting of one hand reaching to touch another – chances are someone out there needs you as much as you need them.  Open your heart, mind and Spirit to love and kindness.  You are not alone.  Envision yourself surrounded in a beautiful and loving white light.  See hope, have faith and believe.  Joy is there waiting to take your hand and embrace you.

UPDATE:

6 hours later:

So how is it that the exact picture that I had in my head earlier today was on my FB page tonight as an ad?  It was the visual I received when I posted my response to a message earlier.  Guess that's confirmation enough for me.

Thank you, Spirit!

May 2005 (Random Post)

May 2005

I'm standing outside late at night.  My kids were in bed. I see a star flashing at me. Every once in a while it looks red – it reminded me of a beacon in a way. I felt a strong pull to it. It stayed stationery but flashed color. 

The next thing I know I see other stars coming to it from the top like it's pulling them to the top of it. All of a sudden I see a line of stars. Then I see them one-by-one dropping off the bottom. So it brought them in from the top and they slowly dropped off from the bottom.

(I’ve never before or after seen anything like this in my life.) I felt a message – “take what you need then let go of that which you do not.”

An unforgettable moment that even I cannot explain but I know it was real as I saw it . . . with my own eyes.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Many people have asked me over the last several years how or when I realized there was something psychic going on in my life....

Through the days, weeks and months (perhaps years) ahead, I will share posts that will explain some of my life experiences about how I got to where I am today and more.  Enjoy!

I was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  I have vague memories of the first house I lived in with my Parent's and two older Brothers.  I remember while living in this house saying to myself, "I wish I was psychic."  (I was under 6 years of age when I said this.  Is it normal for a child six or under to even want something like this?  Even that didn't seem odd to me.)

Now, I'll say somewhat lightheartedly, "be careful what you wish for."  Obviously, I love this gift and work very hard to stay true to myself and Spirit in using these gifts.

Almost as fast as I said it I also thought to myself, "Well maybe I don't want to be psychic.  What if I see things I don't want to see?  What if it scares me?"  

It is true that Psychic abilities are very real.  For me this isn't something I can turn on or off.  It's working 24/7 and at times it makes it very hard for me to sleep.  Am I always right?  No.  Do I always receive an answer?  No.  Sometimes we are not supposed to know.  When I don't feel something I will be honest and say so.  It behooves no one for me to make up a story if I am not receiving an answer.

Is there such a thing as "The Six Sense" -- Yes, having psychic abilities is a sense just like the other senses and we are constantly using it.

I will tell anyone that it's important to trust your gut -- trust your instincts and pay close attention to red flags. When something doesn't feel right about a situation it's because you feel or sense in your gut that something doesn't seem up to snuff.  Listen to those gut feelings and learn to trust them.

As a young child and growing up I would get visuals or hear answers in my mind and I'll be honest, I thought that was how it worked for everyone.  It didn't occur to me that there was anything psychic going on.  Sometimes I listened to those thoughts and feelings and other times I did not.  I wasn't at a place where I completely put my trust in Spirit.

I don't and won't claim to know everything because I can't and it wouldn't be appropriate.  I am happy with the knowledge I do have but I am always hungry to learn more.

A little more about me and my life experiences along the way . . .

In 1979, I found myself sharing my first apartment with my friend, HJ.  She and I had such a great time during those 7 months.  As our lease ended HJ found out she was expecting.  What is the point of telling you this story?

Move forward 11 years to 1990 and once again I was sharing a home with HJ.  She was going through a divorce and I needed a place to live.  By now she had four children.  I had been briefly married and was trying to figure out where I was going in life.  I remember when I was first moving in with her that I made a comment, "Watch, I'll be the one to get pregnant this time and my luck, I'll probably have twins."  We laughed and didn't give it much thought -- words in passing (or so I thought).

Fast forward again -- it was February 1991 and I realized I was late (yes, that's what I'm talking about).  I took a home pregnancy test and it turned pink in less than a minute flat.  What's interesting about this is that I was told when I was married that I would probably never have children.  I was given less than a 30% chance of ever getting pregnant.  My cycles had always been off the charts -- some months being very short and others being very long.

OK, so first Doctor's visit and he tells me I am measuring a bit big for how far along I am and asks me if am I sure about when I got pregnant to which I answered, Yes.  I get to my next months Doctor's visit and once again he tells me the same thing.

The following month I decided to bring my niece along so she could hear the baby's heartbeat and once again when I arrived the Doctor questioned how far along I was.  He then said, "OK, let's get an ultrasound scheduled and see what's going on here."  He wanted me to come back on another day but I asked to have it done that day so I didn't have to miss more work.  I was single and couldn't afford being gone from work all the time.  They were able to fit me in and within the hour (with my niece by my side), I hear the ultra sound tech say, "No wonder you are measuring so big.  You're having twins."  I left the Doctor's office with 4 pictures that day -- 2 each of Twin A and Twin B.  We went right from the Doctor's office to share the news with my family and friends.

Today's news -- my beautiful twin daughters will be 21 this month.  I couldn't be more proud of them.  They are juniors in college.  They know what they want and where they are going in life.  I "AM" blessed.

OK, enough for today -- more stories AND more adventures ... coming soon.