What does weird even mean?

The etymology of the word weird comes from Middle English and means: That which is coming to be; uncanny; chance; fortune; destiny. I guess that makes me weird!

As long as I have been alive, I have been in touch with the unseen and seemingly supernatural world. I, like many people born psychically open, have experienced contact with spirit world all my life. That channel, between the seen and unseen, has remained open to me into my adulthood and is the bridge by which I obtain the sights, memories and other out of body intelligence that I receive while I sit in readings with people, and also when I write.

The earliest signs of my gifts were benign, but nonetheless unsettling to some. My toddler aged proclivities, such as answering questions before they were asked of me, or handing off to someone the very object they’d been looking all over for, grew in frequency and were sometimes alarming to those who experienced me “being me.” As I grew, so did my spiritual yearning. I discovered myself to be a deeply questing soul, looking for the Great Ineffable everywhere I could: in the west Texas skies I was born below, as well as in every church I was invited to attend. Alas! None of those houses of G*d took kindly to my abilities, or to my questions about the many “angels” I claimed to see and talk to. By the time I was eight, I could clearly see and manipulate the energy-field on and around people and animals.

However, the mid-twentieth century Bible-Belt culture I existed in as a child insisted that important dreams, (as well as any and all paranormal experiences,) were meant for men alone and, furthermore, belonged to an ancient era never to be needed or useful again. In particular, it was stressed that while it might be okay for a man or boy to have a metaphysical experience, if girls or women did, then they must be crazy, deluded. Hence, I spent my almost my entire childhood being afraid that my abilities were wrong and, therefore, I grew to be silent about the ways in which I used them. In order to stand apart from the stigmas that others attached to my psychic and energy-field work, I became highly qualified and certified in three forms of dream work, and as well becoming certified for clinical hypnotherapy and massage therapy. In these ways, I could utilize my gifts within the parameters of my highly respected professional certifications.

Ultimately, I have come to understand that I have a degree in Woo that no school on earth can grant me. I accept myself, and am now free to use my talents joyfully because I believe that the power that creates each and every thing does so purposefully. This means that a pine tree is supposed to be a pine tree. It means that clairvoyant people are supposed to be clairvoyants. I am one, and I accept it!

Many years ago, I made my plea to G*d: “If I have to be this thing you created, then what do You want me to do with my gifts? How best for this servant to use the talents You gave me? Send me only people who have eyes to see and ears to hear the truth of what You offer through me.”

Since then, I trust myself. Although I did not ask for my gifts, I am no longer afraid of my abilities or my ability to use them with integrity and precision. I understand that my intention is to Truth, as well as to “health and wholeness,” and that is what prevails in my readings. Over the years I have proven myself an extremely useful, helpful, wise, problem solving and often uncanny reader and channel.

Yes, I still locate lost objects. And persons.

Yes, I still “see” dead people.

Yes, if you are drawn to work with me, I absolutely can and will deliver you a wealth of information and greater perspective on your issue.

Sometimes people have my contact info for months, even years before they contact me. Trust yourself to know when the time is right to book an appointment with me. I trust me. I trust you, too!