I’m pleased to share with you my interview with the SanTan Sun News. Click the link to be taken there! I’m very grateful for the opportunity to share my story with others.
Hello, everyone! I’m very happy to announce that my interview with Mark McNease, author, blogger, and podcaster, is now live! Click here to open the interview in a new window.
Occasionally, a medium will encounter a spirit who is unknown or totally forgotten to the client. It isn’t common, but in my experience I’d estimate that between five and ten percent of the spirits I encounter could be deemed as
I have a dear friend. We met in a stand-up comedy class, which taught us both some valuable lessons about writing, performing and the nature of the business. It was a great experience, to be sure. But it paled in
I have been reminded recently of certain topics that nearly always come up during a reading. The client, also referred to as the “querent” (from the Latin quærēns, “seeker”) tends to ask one or more of the following questions: “Is ____________ okay?”
Before I toddle off to bed I wanted to offer a follow-up to my previous post regarding my possibly picking up on spirit chatter from the Malaysian Airlines crash in Ukraine. I had a “waking vision” that was rather disturbing, both physically
On Friday (7/17/2014) I found myself feeling rather cross, and attributed it to not sleeping well, which I attributed to the heat. As the day wore on, I also began hearing voices. Given my ability and profession, that’s not unusual.
Recently I had a phone conversation with someone I think of as both a friend and colleague. In what has become fairly commonplace, I first “met” him via Facebook, as a “friend of a friend,” meaning that we’d never actually met, but
Recently, at my gym, I was accosted in the locker room by a fellow member whom I must assume was a fundamentalist. He either recognized me from my business cards which are displayed on a wall along with many other
We recently returned from a wonderful cruise vacation of South America. While the trip culminated in the multiple-evening festivities in Rio known as Carnaval, it was our first port of call, Buenos Aires, which I am unlikely to ever forget. First,