Sunday, May 21, 2017

Past Life Meditation

I am a sucker for a good guided meditation.  Especially if the guided meditation is going to take me on a wonderful adventure.  When one of my good friends sent me a link to a guided meditation that helps you figure out your past life, I knew I had to try it out asap.

It's funny.  Every out-of-body experience I have, I usually go in with a little bit of an expectation.  Or a vision of what to expect.  It's never good to have those mental pictures already in your head before starting because then you're pretty much controlling the experience, which is not what I want at all.  When I started the meditation I half expected to see a medieval castle where I was a princess or prominent lady.  I also thought I might find myself in ancient Greece or Rome.  You know, something exciting and notable.  But that's not what happened at all!

And I was grateful for that.

The meditation took me through all sorts of places that would help me go deeper into my mind, and when it was time to open the door and discover my past life, I was amazed.  I opened the door and was immediately transported to South America.  I heard the ocean, felt the sand in between my toes, and felt the cool breeze on my face.  I looked up and saw the night sky.  The stars and constellations were not like anything I've ever seen before.  I knew I was at least 100 years back in time.

I was standing on that beach as a pre-teen boy.  I stood there with fear in my heart and I felt it deep in the pit of my stomach.  At such a young age, I felt an immense amount of pressure and had the worry of failure.  I stood there and had a rush of memories.  First as a very young boy, being told that I was to be a Shaman.  Then flashes throughout my young life of training with the local Shaman, journeying, taking hallucinogenics, and then the most recent memory of being prepped for the big test to determine if I will become a Shaman or not.

It was a very big ceremony that consisted of fire, some sort of drug that would make me hallucinate something awful, and a very sick woman that I was supposed to heal.  I was shaking from all the pressure.  I saw an older Shaman's face in my mind'd eye and he was firm but also comforting.  He told me I would do fine and I would not fail.  I was destined to be the village Shaman and I would fulfill that destiny.  I heard drumming, smelled smoke from the fire they started, and I squared my shoulders and turned to walk back toward the ceremony.  Apparently I was ready.

And then my vision was over.

It was an intense vision and meditation, but one I am so glad to have experienced.  Does it necessarily mean that what I saw was actually one of my past lives?  No.  But it did help answer some personal questions.  Before I started the meditation, I half expected to see myself in the medieval ages living as a princess in a castle in England.  So the fact that it was 100% not what I expected; that I was a boy, and was doing something I never thought I had done before tells me that there was something of substance there.  It helped to explain why I have this natural pull to be a healer.  Why I am so obsessed with Shamanism, long to live in a jungle in solitude, and to always want to be meditating and dreaming.  If this vision has truth to it, being a healer is just who I am and was, even well before I was born in 1984.  That's something I take very seriously and am proud of.

If you've never explored your past lives, I highly recommend it.  Here is the link to the meditation I used:

Please comment below with your own experiences, or email me at  I would love to hear from you!

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Friday, May 19, 2017

The Afghan Dolls Are Gone For Good

Well, I did it.  Finally.  I burned the Afghan Dolls in order to set their spirits free.  I was sort of being a big baby about the whole thing, and put off the burning for as long as possible.  I just enjoyed having them around!  I can't help it.  I become attached to spirits that reside in my home.  It's hard to say goodbye sometimes.

I made sure to wait for a damp, drizzly day for me to burn each doll.  I set up a large concrete pot in the center of my yard, covered each doll in lighter fluid, said a long prayer for their souls to safely go where they were meant to go, and lit them on fire.

*Side note, sometimes it's hard to start a fire!  Who knew I would be total crap at being a pyromaniac!

Once they were fully ignited, I stood there and waited for any odd sensations to come about.  Not even ten seconds later, I felt so strange.  I felt a mixture of excitement and exhilaration mixed with sadness and anxiety.  I was a bundle of emotions and I didn't know if I should laugh or cry.  But I knew that was the three of them sort of swirling their energy with mine and finally crossing over.


It was pretty simple.  I burned the dolls and their spirits were set free.  They didn't possess me, I wasn't harmed.  It was just flat out beautiful and emotional.  I sat outside with the dolls so they could burn all the way.  I then washed the ashes away with water, cleaned up the mess, and went inside.

For the rest of the day I felt very exhausted.  Maybe it was from feeling their energy so strongly or just the crossing over that did it, but I was pretty useless afterward.  I was just so tired.  I half expected to have crazy dreams that night but nothing happened.  I knew this morning that they are officially at peace and where they need to be.

My house feels a little empty without them, but I am just so happy that I was finally able to help them.  May they rest in peace.  Finally.

Thank you for reading my blog,

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Free Healing Alert!

I am looking to gain a little bit more practice with my Medical Intuitive and Energy Healing skills.  I would love to offer TEN FREE online healing sessions this month provided through email.

The healing session will begin with me doing a scan of your body to pick up on any pain, symptoms, and issues you may have.  After, we will talk about what ails you and then I will perform a healing to help heal what we discussed.  Finally, I will send you an email explaining what I did and offer a list of recommendations to help you heal even further.

To sign up for your free healing session, please email me at

*This offer is good for both people and animals.

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

I Wrote A Book!

You see that photo right there?  That, my friends, is the cover of my new (and first) book.  I wrote a book!!  I still can't believe it.  This book, called The 60 Day Journey, is a 60 day guide to help people turn their lives around.  It is constructed of my life's work of self betterment, spiritual growth, and psychic development.  Each and every exercise and assignment has been tested by yours truly with great results.  I knew I needed to share these practices with my friends and family (and even more people who might me interested).  It took months to write and really piece together the perfect order for the plan, but I am so proud of the finished product.

I hope that you will show your support by buying my book, and by sharing the link with your friends and family on social media and in person.  I will be so incredibly grateful to you.

Never in a million years did I think I would have a book out there for people to buy.  But I did it and I am so humbled.  Dreams do come true.  I am living proof of that.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the book once you read it!  Please message me anytime.  
I'd love to hear from you.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Getting To Know Yourself

I have been in a very contemplative, reflective mood this past month and it's sort of driving me bananas.  At least twice a year I re-evaluate my life, my current mental state, my feelings, and my passions.  Basically, I ask myself "Is this who I want to be?  Am I on the right track?  What can I do differently?"  And if my answer is different than it was six months ago, I try to make changes accordingly.  The problem with that, however, is that it can be sort of a roller coaster emotionally, mentally, and physically.  I like to think that if we aren't constantly evolving and growing and changing ourselves for the better we aren't fully living life as it was intended.  And I fully believe that if we aren't a bit uncomfortable, we aren't properly changing and growing as we should.  After all, I don't think anyone can say change is easy!  But it is just so hard sometimes!

The funny thing is that when we decide to look inside more often than others, and really strive to make changes when necessary, it can be hard for our friends and family to understand and connect with us.  They may not get what your sudden change is all about.  They may think you are flaky, can't settle on just one thing, and don't know what you want.  They may feel disconnected with you and feel like they don't know you anymore.  Your change can be extremely difficult for the people around you.  And that's ok!!  We all have to hop on the struggle bus every now and then to initiate some of that much needed positive change.

My family and friends know when I've entered this contemplative mood, because I will start new projects, introduce new ideas, and begin shifting my focus a bit.  I have a tendency to get off track more often than not because I have so many passions.  So those moments where I come back to myself and check in are so necessary.  They get me back to a point where I can narrow down those passions and interests to a more manageable state.  

Maybe that's my passive way of saying to expect a new project from me soon, because I actually am working on something that will be in addition to this blog that will allow me to be true to my self more than ever.  I'm pretty excited about that. 

I think that everyone can benefit from taking time out of their lives to check in and see if they are truly happy.  Check-in and see if there is anything they could be doing differently to ensure absolute fulfillment and happiness.  No one is going to do that for you, so why not take control of your life and never have regrets?  

I found a wonderful list of questions from that may just help you to get started on that whole self reflection thing: 

Take some time this week/weekend to honestly answer those 26 questions.  And then think about your current life.  What changes can you make to ensure you're living a life that is authentic to your true self?  This exercise can be done as often as you like, and it's important to have fun with it.  Life is meant to be enjoyable!

Remember that you deserve to be happy. You deserve to live a life full of purpose and meaning.  You deserve to be authentically you, free of any judgement and shame.  That is a life worth living, after all.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

YouTube Video: How To Figure Out Your Life Purpose

I took two weeks off but am back to posting videos and writing blogs.  Today I recorded a video about how to figure out your life purpose.  It's a topic that I struggled with for years, and I hope that this video will start a conversation and help others to explore their interests and really understand what their purpose in life is.  So please take a look at my video, and then comment or email me with any questions you may have.  I look forward to hearing from you!  


Sunday, April 2, 2017

The Haunted Doll I Nicknamed "Yikes"

*Pop Quiz*

Take a look at the picture above and ask yourself the following:

1. Does this doll have a female or male spirit attached to it?

2. Is the spirit kind and compassionate, or angry and malevolent?

3.  First impression, how does this doll make you feel?

Now really take a moment to look at this doll and feel the attached spirit's energy.  


If you participated in the above quiz you basically reenacted the exact process I go through upon meeting a new doll.  Part of my job as a medium is to shut down all of the inner dialogue going on in my head--the judgements, opinions, second guessing, doubt--and simply listen to the very first impressions that come into my mind.  It's not easy at all, in fact, it takes a lot of continuous practice.  Especially since these first thoughts happen within a millisecond, and those annoying ego fueled thoughts come immediately after.  This all happens within the first two seconds of making contact with a doll, spirit, building, or object.  It's a lot of pressure!  But at the same time, I enjoy the mental exercise and I also make sure to rely on my own body sensations to fill in any missing pieces.  Your body can clue you in to all sort of things.  You can feel dread, fear, and anxiety.  That typically means a not so good spirit.  Feeling happiness, exhilaration, and fulfillment often means you are in the presence of a nature spirit or deceased family member.  And just goosebumps and adrenaline can mean the simple presence of a ghost.  

It took me years of practice to really hone this skill; learning to listen to my intuition and body sensations to siphon as much information as possible within ten seconds of coming in contact with a spirit.  And even with all the practice I've had,  I can be surprised and caught off guard by what I am met with.  Case in point: This very doll.

At first glance, I assumed I would be meeting with a female spirit who was mildly confused or frustrated by being stuck to this doll.  I figured our encounter would be simple and I would have the spirit crossed over in no time.  But then I went through the process of asking myself the very questions I asked you.  Is this a male or female spirit?  Male.  Definitely male.  Huh, I thought to myself, that's interesting.  Is the spirit kind or malevolent?  My stomach sunk as I realized this spirit was most definitely malevolent.  He was angry and violent and just plain bad.  How does this spirit and doll make me feel?  Dread.  Uncomfortable.  Hesitant.  And when I took a second to really connect to the spirit's energy one word came to mind: YIKES.  Also, EWWWW.  But mostly "yikes."

When I took ten minutes to sit down and officially connect with the spirit attached to this doll, I was met with hostility and anger.  I heard "I hate you" and "Rot in hell" which are clearly things you do not want to hear from a spirit.  Ever.  I saw a man who had jet black hair, appeared to be in his mid 40's, had a large beer belly, and seemed to be the poster child of alcoholism.  He just exuded alcohol addiction.  He was somehow attached to this doll against his will and he has been bitter and livid at the fact that 1. it's a doll and 2. it's a girl doll.  The horror.  He was a clear projector so I got all of this information clearly and quickly.  I also saw that he's angry with the fact that the doll has been tampered with.  There are elements to the doll's appearance that haven't always looked this way and that offends him.  He is miffed that someone would mess with the doll's appearance while he's attached to it.  Almost like it was personal, which it definitely was not.

This man died in the early 90's.  I believe he died from liver failure or heart attack; something that was a direct result from his excessive drinking.  He lived somewhere like Oklahoma or Texas.  He worked a hard labor job.  I don't think he was married at the time of his death and he had no children.  He never crossed over and then one day *poof* he was attached to this doll.  He is confused as to how this happened and there is a major hole in his memory during that time.  

Since our initial contact he makes sure to say something whenever I walk by or am in my office (where this doll is stored).  His comments usually involve something snarky and rude, but luckily it's easy to ignore him.  At night, I've heard him talking out loud, walking around, and once he even scratched across the length of the wall very slowly.  It sounded like an animal with claws and it was extremely unsettling.  

I had been taking my time with this guy; slowly figuring out how to go about crossing him over.  I did not want to have to have lengthy conversations with him and felt that there was a way to make him leave without much effort on my part.  Thankfully I was able to do just that.  Right after taking these photos I had a bright idea.  I cleansed the entire room and each doll with cedar smoke.  I opened the window in that room and then explained to the other dolls how to cross over.  All in an attempt to set the stage for this guy to cross on his own.  I knew he was listening as I explained the process and the cedar smoke and open window made the transition even easier.  I kept the smoke coming and made it seem like I was turning my back to him so that he would feel he was being sneaky and defiant by taking advantage of the rare opportunity presented to him.  My silly attempt to manipulate him actually worked and as my back was turned, he separated from the doll and went through the bright white light.  The entire room's energy lightened immediately.  All it took for this guy was for him to feel in charge and like he was tricking me.  Men, lol.

I can't say that I know where his spirit will end up, but at least I know he's not where he doesn't belong: attached to a doll.  Who he meets in his crossing and what he must face is all on him.  My job is done when it comes to him and it feels good to wipe my hands clean of him.  

One down....way too many more to go.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

YouTube Video: Haunted Dolls

I figured it was about darn time I talked about all those haunted dolls I have, and explain what haunted dolls actually are.  I really enjoyed recording this video and discussing something I've been really passionate about over this past year.  I would absolutely LOVE to hear from y'all if you have questions, comments, or if you need help with a haunted doll or object.

  Let's start a conversation!  

And as always, thank you for watching and reading my blog.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

The Native American Sleeping Doll

I was gifted this beautiful Native American sleeping doll when I was maybe nine or ten years old.  My grandmother lives in Arizona and she had the same doll, along with the male version, and I became obsessed with them.  I begged and begged for a doll of my own and my grandmother came through for me.  I received this doll and have kept her for over 20 years.  She's traveled with me all over the world and I have never been able to part with her.  I doubt I ever will.

Since I got my first apartment I have kept this doll safely stored away in a box.  I would occasionally get her out and look at her, but I always wrapped her back up and placed her back in the box for safe keeping.  When I moved to Germany I felt the need to put her out in my office.  Within a week one of my cats (Lubie passed away this January) started gnawing on her hair and outfit so I put her back up.

That was a year ago.

Last Monday I had a dream about her.  I saw the doll and then a strange spirit near her.  They were both pulling me to them.  I then saw my deceased grandfather and he smiled at me and encouraged me to get the doll out of storage.  I woke up that morning and went straight down to the basement to get the doll out.  I noticed her stuffing was coming out and her hair was a mess.   I heard "Clean her up" and I decided to do just that.

I re-stuffed her body, sewed up all the holes that had formed, and painstakingly brushed out her hair and gave her fresh braids.  She looked as good as new and she gave off the most wonderful energy.  I realized at that moment that there was a spirit connected with her.  This spirit has been with her this whole time and I never paid attention and realized it.  This spirit wasn't an actual person but more of a nature spirit.  I can't quite describe the appearance of a nature spirit because they seem to shift in appearance constantly.  I mostly see them as colors, trees, plants, flowers, and the sky and ground.  I receive a constant stream of images of nature when I see a nature spirit and I always hear birds chirping.  This nature spirit has brought me blessings my entire life and I had no idea.  I felt so foolish for not figuring that out until now, but I am glad that I finally realized what was happening.

I have kept her on my bed in my office since and I keep coming to her.  I pick her up sometimes.  I walk by and smile, and I just feel so loved and inspired.  As you can see, my cat loves her too.

Two nights after patching up this doll I had the urge to look up the male version of this doll on Etsy and eBay.  I found one on eBay and oddly the auction was closing in 30 minutes.  The starting bid price was $1.99.  I knew I had to bid on him.  I had such strong feelings about this doll that I felt that there must be a spirit attached to him that needs my help.  When that 30 minutes was up, he was mine for the awesome price of $1.99.  That night, when I got in bed, I saw a beautiful Native American boy standing at the end of my bed.  He gave off an extremely strong energy that made me feel loved, safe, and grateful.  He smiled at me and said two words: "Thank You"  
I knew that getting him was meant to be.

I feel deep down in my heart that something is going to happen when these two dolls are together.  I strongly believe that I will learn something life altering. As of today,  I have yet to figure out why I am being drawn to these two dolls, what they wish to tell me/teach me, and what I am to do next.  All I know is that they have something special in store for me and I cannot wait to find out what it is.  
I will keep you posted.

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

YouTube Video: What Are Ghosts?

My third YouTube video is officially live!  Please click the link below to check it out.  

"What Are Ghosts?"

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Haunted Hospital

I am not a hospital fan.  I think most people would rather not end up in the hospital, and I am one of those people.  I have been blessed with awesome genetics that cause me to constantly develop kidney stones.  (You can't detect my sarcasm, but believe me it's there.)  Most of the time I try my hardest to pass my monthly stones in the comfort of my own home.  Unfortunately, that isn't always possible and I will begrudgingly go to the hospital.  Hospitals are unpleasant enough, but when you add a crap ton of ghosts to the mix, it can be downright miserable.

Here's the thing, I have yet to see a hospital that isn't haunted.  A lot of the spirits in hospitals are actually residual haunts where there is no intelligence behind them.  They are just imprints of a spirit's energy.  The rest are your standard type of ghosts.  The problem with hospitals, that a lot of people don't realize, are that they often have a mental health wing which can result in a mentally unstable ghost.  These ghosts are deranged, violent, aggressive, and not compassionate at all.  Not a good mix.  In my hometown in Kentucky there's a hospital called Hardin Memorial Hospital.  That hospital houses some of the most mentally unstable ghosts I've ever met, and I am oddly drawn to them.  I am just so fascinated by them!  I hope to one day have the opportunity to cross them over so that they all may be at peace once and for all.

This past week I ended up in the emergency room at the local hospital in Germany due to the two kidney stone attacks I was having at the same time.  Ouch, I know.   I've been to this hospital many times for various reasons so I am well acquainted with the spirits that reside there.  None of them are particularly scary, thankfully, but I would still rather not be bothered when I am in the midst of all that pain.  When I was finally taken back to a room I started to notice the many spirits living in the ER department walking around.  Some were pacing the halls and looking in on each patient.  Others enjoyed following the hospital staff around.  A few seemed to enjoy moving objects in an attempt to drive the staff crazy.  And then there were two that were a tad creepy and mischievous.  I was lucky enough to encounter one of those spirits personally.

I was resting on a bed with my purse on the floor next to me.  The spirit I saw was so clear and powerful that when he came crawling on all fours toward my purse I immediately reacted by jumping down and grabbing my bag.  I didn't even use my rational mind to think "He can't actually take my purse!"  Instead, my reflexes kicked in and I snatched my purse up before he could.  He sat there crouched on the ground staring up at me.  He sneered at me and breathed heavily and noisily.  Eventually he got tired of me and crawled away.  I got back in the bed and waited for the doctor to come.

Eventually the doctor came in and asked me if I would like an IV with pain medication.  I didn't even hesitate.  My answer was a firm no.  He looked at me confused and I used the excuse of driving myself to the hospital, which was true.  Obviously, my husband would have come and got me if I wanted the IV meds, but that's not why I refused.  I did not want my walls to come crashing down in the middle of that hospital.   I do not drink alcohol for the same reason.  If I am super relaxed and slightly (or extremely) inebriated, I do not have as much control keeping spirits from bothering me.  I become ten times more open and I will find myself surrounded by ten spirits all yelling in my face demanding attention.  That was the last thing I needed.  Not to mention, if I was high on drugs, I may not be as poker faced around other people while those spirits are near me.  I could end up admitted in the psych ward for having conversations with people that don't appear to be there.

So I sucked it up, waited impatiently to be released with my bottle of pain meds, and hightailed it out of there.  By that time it was dark and pretty late at night.  The empty halls were eerily quiet, and as I walked through them I would see spirits walking by, peeking out of doorways, and disappearing through walls.  Most of the time I find a spirit's presence soothing, but in hospitals I find them sad and bothersome.  

I don't really know for sure why hospitals tend to be haunted, but I can only guess that it's due to the high volume of deaths that happen there.  Sometimes when a person dies, they don't realize it.  And then when they experience a bright white light in front of them they can often confuse it with just a bright hospital light.  They get confused, disoriented, and refuse to cross over.  The result is an unhappy ghost roaming a hospital for a very long time.  Sometimes they eventually leave, sometimes they don't.  

Whenever I hear someone talk about haunted hospitals and have stories of seeing ghosts in one, I can't help but nod enthusiastically.  It's nice to know that others people feel it too.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

YouTube Video: What Happens When We Die

It's Wednesday, and that means an all new YouTube video!!

Today I talk about what happens when we pass away, where we go, what we do, and if our deceased loved ones really visit and watch over us. 

 Please watch below or go to:

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Now Offering Tarot Card Readings

Back by popular demand!

I am excited to announce that I am officially offering Tarot Card Readings via Skype and Email again.  I got my start, many years ago, by learning to read cards for other people.  It was something I thoroughly enjoyed, especially because I could see how they helped people heal and grow.  Over the years, and after lots of practice, I have managed to create a unique tarot reading experience where I tap into my intuition and your spirit guides while also reading Tarot AND oracle cards.  At the end of each reading I send a personalized list of book, crystal, and meditation recommendations to help you well after your reading.  

If you would like to schedule an appointment with me for a Tarot Card Reading, please email me at

*For pricing please click on the "Services" tab at the top of the page.

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Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Ming

I recently acquired four new haunted dolls.  That's right, FOUR, on top of the three Afghan dolls I still have.  I may seem like a glutton for punishment, but honestly, I actually really enjoy each doll's company.  Do I hug them and carry them around the house?  Um, no.  Definitely not.  The fact is that they stay confined in my office, often shut off from the rest of the house.  They are given peace, quiet, and a safe place to exist, while I selfishly enjoy their company, learn from them, and then hopefully help them cross over.  It's a nice set up for both of us and it makes for some really interesting adventures in my little universe.

I received the four dolls in the mail in February and the second I took them out of the box I felt chills.  Each one had its own powerful energy and personality, and two were downright creepy.  One of the creepy two is Ming, the doll pictured above.  Ming gave me major goosebumps and feelings of uncertainty.  I couldn't quite figure her out.  I didn't know if she meant me harm or if she just felt really strongly about me (in an oddly good way).  I carefully placed her on the dresser in my office and gave her, and the rest of the dolls, some time to adjust to their new home.

Within one week I was already hearing them in the middle of the night.  And boy was I excited.  I got up in the middle of the night to take my dog outside and when I came back upstairs (where my bedroom and office are located) I heard several voices.  I heard a male voice and two female voices.  They were talking excitedly over each other.  It sounded like a very passionate discussion, although I couldn't make out their words.  I stood outside the shut door with my eyes wide and a huge grin on my face.  I thought to myself "Here we go!!" and then went back to bed.

Five days later I was gifted with another sign that they were active and alert.  I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (the room that shares a wall with my office) and heard a sound immediately that sounded like something, or someone, was rustling fabric around.  Almost like they were standing up and moving around a bit.  Then came the creepiest noise ever: scratching.  It sounded as if an animal with large claws started on one side of the wall and slowly, very slowly, scraped their claws across the length of the wall.  It was loud, distinct, and oh so creepy.  And how did my weird ass respond?  I threw a fist in the air and excitedly hissed "Yessssss!"  Sometimes I don't even get myself.  But that was the most normal and honest response you will ever get from me when it comes to spirits and haunted objects.

The sounds have continued.  Talking, scratching, footsteps, you name it.  It doesn't happen every night, but several times a week my husband and I stand outside of that door listening with rapt attention.  These haunted dolls are just so busy and active, and it never ceases to amaze me.

Oddly, the only doll that has actually made an attempt to communicate with me personally is Ming.

I was working in my office one day and felt her spirit standing behind me.  I turned around and saw the shadow of a petite woman standing very close to me.  I asked her what her name was and when she told me, I couldn't understand her.  It was something I had never heard before.  To simplify, she said "Just call me Ming."  Ming is one of the few spirits that don't want to be free of the doll she's attached to.  She loves being tethered to the doll and she desperately wants a family to attach to as well.  Each time I am around her I feel this longing coming from her.  She wants to be bonded with me, wants to be close with me, and she wants to know she will be with me always.  She seems to fear being placed in another house with strangers.  She seemed to know in advance that I was the person she needed to live with in order to be happy and safe.

I've caught her talking to me even from two floors up.  Most spirits that are attached to objects have a small radius in which they can move around.  They are unable to go too far from their doll, which is unfortunate for them, but also safe for those they may mean harm to.  Ming, on the other hand, seems to have the ability to extend herself further than any other spirit I've seen.  That in itself is a talent.  But I also think it's due to her determination.  She is determined to be with me as much as possible.  I can't decide how I feel about that, though.  When she talks to me, she's asking me if she can sleep in my bedroom, next to my bed.  She keeps saying "I want to be close to you."   And when she says this, she sounds so sad.  There's so much longing in her to feel loved and comforted.  The mother in me can't help but feel sorry for her and want to help her.

There have been a few times where I would actually be walking in my room with her in my hands, ready to place her down beside my bed, when I catch myself and think "Wait!  What are you doing?!"  She has a way to convince and manipulate even me, which is frightening and concerning.  I have yet to feel threatened by her, but I also don't feel like I can trust her quite yet.  I know of many people who have haunted dolls (sometimes many) that they will keep forever.  They view these spirits and dolls as family and will take them along no matter where they move to.  I admit that I have a few spirits that follow me from house to house each time I move, and they have become like family.  I don't see why a spirit attached to a doll is any different, but it takes time to build that trust.  

For now, we are taking it slowly.  We are getting to know each other and I am trying to figure out why she doesn't want to cross over.  Why does she insist on staying stuck to that doll? And why choose me??   I'm hoping to have those answers soon.  I will keep you posted...

Thank you for reading my blog.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

My First YouTube Video Is Now Live!!

Last year I decided I wanted to extend my blog into either a podcast or YouTube channel.  I looked into pod-casting but continued to be drawn to the idea of an actual video.  I just feel like we connect better with people when seeing their face.  Is that crazy?  I don't know.  But I just thought a YouTube channel would be more personal.

I set out to begin a YouTube channel that would allow me to post videos of myself talking about all things spirit, ghosts, and death.  I thought it would be fun to answer people's questions and touch on subjects I don't always write about on my blog.  There are so many things out there (reincarnation, past lives, nature spirits, etc) that people are curious about, and I want to address them!

Today I recorded my first YouTube video.  It's not glitzy and glam.  I don't look like a super model, and the video quality isn't great.  But it's real, and it's me.  And it's me talking about what I know, what I'm passionate about, and what I hope others will be interested in.

So please check out my first video, subscribe to my channel, and follow along with me as I navigate this whole YouTube thing.  I hope my video quality will improve with practice, and that I will be more comfortable being in front of the camera.  In the meantime, please send me your questions and comments and let's start a conversation.  It will be fun, I promise!

*If you haven't already, please follow me on all of my social media accounts, listed in the "Contact" section of this site.

Thank you for all of your endless support.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

My Neighbor Spirit Part 3

After I awoke from my awful dream, I had a moment of shear panic.  This spirit wasn't just a random person that showed up in my dreams, never to be seen or heard from again.  This was a highly dangerous man that lived literally a few feet from me.  I hopped out of bed and made sure to put up protection bubbles around me, my family, and my entire house.  I can't necessarily keep him from coming into my home, but I  could make sure we were protected from him.  Luckily, it wasn't us that he was interested in.  It was my neighbors that he wanted.

I was still uneasy the next day, and I noticed my dog acting funny later that evening.  Sure enough, there he was, standing in my entryway.  My dog was shaking, staring him down, and growling.  He was standing in the doorway with a strange smirk on his face.  He didn't cross the threshold leading to my living room. Instead, he simply stood there and stared.  I knew he wanted me to know that he wasn't going anywhere, and I hated him even more for his blatant lack of respect and humanity.

When I went to bed that night I said a long prayer.  I prayed for my protection, my family's protection, and my neighbor's protection.  I just wanted everyone to get through the night safely so I could force him out for good the next day.  The good news is that my prayer worked.  We were safe that night.  But he was still able to enter my house, and even more unluckily, my bedroom.

I hadn't even fallen asleep yet and there he was.  He was standing at the foot of my bed and didn't move.  He stood there staring for at least 2 minutes.  I couldn't quite compose myself at that moment because he caught me so off guard.  I then watched him walk slowly around my bed, further from me, and through my bedroom door.  He turned to face me one more time, waved slowly, and then disappeared.  His whole demeanor and energy told me that my poor neighbor was in for a very unpleasant night.

The next day I gathered all of my energy and strength.  It was the day I was going to cross this guy over.  I had no clue how to go about it.  I had no idea if it would even work. 
 But I was going to give it my all.

My husband and son went out for a nice long walk and I took that time to get to work.  I sat down in my upstairs hallway, facing the wall that is shared with our neighbors.  I began breathing deeply and placed myself into a light meditative state.  I could feel him immediately.  He knew I was connecting with him and he didn't like it.  I felt hostility and anger.  I heard him yell an awful roar of frustration, and he came through the wall to face me.  He yelled, he clawed at me, he made awful threats, but I continued my meditation.  I reached out to my guides, spirit helpers, ancestors, and for the first time, Angels.  I asked for help and strength to get rid of this awful spirit.  I asked for all the protection and assistance they could offer, and watched in awe as several magnificent looking spirits came forward. 

With all of my might, and their's,  I willed him out of both of our houses and into the darkness where he belonged.  Typically when I cross a spirit over, there's a wonderful tunnel with bright white light that the spirit will go through.  Not this time, though.  This time I saw just blackness and felt an air of nothingness.  It was scary and unpleasant, but I willed him into that place of darkness and he fought really hard.

As he became sucked into the depths of nothingness, I saw him clinging to our house with his hands; digging in with his fingernails.  He held on tight, but it was too much for him. 
 He was gone within 60 seconds.  

And then it was quiet and calm.  I felt this empty space where he used to be.  I took a moment to breathe deeply and allow myself to feel the energy around me.  Thankfully, it all felt so much better.  No more doom and gloom.  No more anxiety.  No more despair.  It was pure awesomeness.

Two days later Eric came home from Africa.  My husband and I braced ourselves for a blowup fight like usual, but it never came.  He was home for three days before going back on deployment, and they never fought once.  Sarah even knocked on the door two days ago with a smile on her face and was bouncing with energy.  I had never seen her so radiant and happy.  She wanted to tell me something about her college class and then said she was going out.  She hadn't gone out in months.  

I knew then that she was finally free.

And I hope she will always have that radiance about her from here on out.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Monday, February 20, 2017

My Neighbor Spirit Part 2

About a year ago, I wrote about a spooky male spirit who lived in the house next door to me.  My house is a duplex so I share a wall with my neighbors, and up until recently I was able to keep that male spirit at bay.  (You can read about my past with him Here)  When I went back and re-read my past post about this guy, it freaked me out because I had already foretold that he would be a problem for my neighbors.  Little did I know just how bad it would get.

For respect and privacy reasons, I will never use my neighbors' names.  They don't even know I write a blog about this sort of thing, so I know they won't be reading this, but I still want to keep their identity confidential.  Instead, I will call them Eric and Sarah.  

When Eric and Sarah moved in, they were boyfriend and girlfriend and seemed relatively happy.  They quickly became engaged, and within 3 months got married.  It was a rushed wedding and I was with Sarah a lot those months helping her to plan and shop for wedding things.  My son and I even went to their city hall ceremony.  They fought like any normal couple under stress, they seemed a little immature due to being in their very early 20's, and I always tried to remind myself how I acted when I was their age.  

I noticed that within 6 months of them living in that house that their arguments became really scary.  It was as if they were possessed.  Keep in mind that our walls are very thin so no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tune them out fully during these times.  

There was one night that I was awoken at 3:00 am to the sound of screaming.  Actual screaming.

I could hear Eric yelling and cussing and sounding like he was on the verge of snapping.  Then I heard Sarah hysterically crying and then screaming.  Then there was silence.  And the silence freaked me out more than anything else.  I didn't know what to do!  I had never experienced such fighting before.  Do I call the police?  What would I say?  I honestly didn't know what to do.  My husband said to just give it time since to him it just sounded like a really bad blow up fight, but it never sounded like there was domestic violence.  I was unhappy with sitting on this, but I agreed.

I didn't see Sarah for two weeks after that.  Her car was there, but it was like she vanished in the night.  I know it was dramatic, but I kept telling my husband that I was afraid she was murdered.  I can always hear the toilet being flushed or a closet door being closed next door, and for two weeks it was complete silence except for when Eric was home.  It was bizarre and unsettling and for two weeks I felt like a POS for not calling anyone.  

Thank goodness Sarah reappeared two weeks after that fight.  She looked fine and I assume she had left early in the morning after that argument and went and stayed with friends or family.  I never asked.  But it was an event that I wouldn't be able to forget for a long time.

Fast forward through several months of hearing them fight constantly.  They were just so volatile.  And it was as if they just couldn't control themselves.  I don't even think they knew what they were really even mad about.  They're tumultuous relationship affected us and stressed us out repeatedly.  And their arguments eventually became a part of the background noise.

A month ago, however, Eric began his 3 month deployment to Africa which left Sarah alone in the house.  It was so quiet and peaceful for a while, and I feel like we all were able to relax.  That is, until we started hearing Sarah hysterically crying in the bathroom in the middle of the night.  All. The. Time.  It was never ending.  A week later she knocked on my door and asked me if I would come over and talk to her.  She needed a friend. 

I came over and sat with her for an hour while she vented and cried and talked about being depressed and suicidal.  I urged her to seek help, talk to her doctor, or at the very least come to my house when she was feeling suicidal.  Of course she swatted her hand at those ideas and continued to complain about her unhappiness.  As I was there I realized we were being watched by that man.  He was sitting on the stairs happily watching us.  He was literally beaming and soaking up her despair.  It was bizarre and unsettling.  And it was distracting.  I hated being near him and I just wanted out of that house.  I rushed through the rest of the conversation, made sure she wasn't having thoughts of harming herself right at that moment, and got the heck out of there.  

I felt a huge wave of relief the second I stepped out of her house.  I knew right then and there that this whole time that male spirit was playing games with my neighbors.  He was manipulating them, causing major emotional ups and downs, and was literally feeding off of their emotions.  It was sick and twisted and it totally made sense.  I didn't really know what to do.  

So I waited until the next occurrence.

A few days ago I was given an update on Sarah's situation.  Her and Eric's fighting had increased when he was home for a day or two, and talk of divorce had begun coming up.  As she and I were walking through the woods she spoke more of thinking of hurting herself.  The kicker was that she never truly wanted to die, it was just that she would have these weird impulses to drive her car into a tree or to do something destructive.  She couldn't explain where these impulses were coming from, but she tried to resist them as they popped up.  Toward the end of our walk she revealed an even more disturbing thing.  

She was being scratched in her sleep.

She would wake up a few times a week with scratches all over her body, and she tried to rationalize it by saying she was doing it.  But I don't think she truly believed it, and neither did I.  I knew it was HIM.  That night I told my husband about my suspicions.  I asked him "Do you remember the bad spirit I found next door?"  "You mean the one that would tear marriages apart and ruin people's lives?" he said.  "YES!  That exact one."  And then I proceeded to tell him all I knew.  He was mortified once we were both able to put the pieces of the puzzle together.  It was just flat out disturbing.

That night, before I went to bed, I heard a deep, gruff voice say my name.  It was right in my ear and it made me stop in my tracks and whip around in alarm.  It was terrifying and I had goosebumps all over my body.  It was obviously him and I feel like he was making himself known, almost saying "I'm on to you and your suspicions."  Ugh, it was awful.  Despite that I tried to push it out of my mind, went to bed, and accidentally fell into a lucid dream.  It was one of those dreams that I knew I was going to be meeting with a spirit.  Unfortunately, it was that man that had entered my dreams.  

I was in my neighbor's bedroom and I saw this male spirit as a shadow figure, huddling under the bed.  I heard "I'm going to kill you..." come from under that bed and I stood there unsure of what to do next.  I then felt myself being shoved into a plastic chair that was placed in the middle of the room.  I couldn't get up (it was as if I was tied to the chair) and then suddenly the man picked the chair up with all his might (with me still seated on it) and flung it into the wall.  I crashed into the wall and fell onto the ground.  I laid there on my stomach and heard his footsteps coming toward me.  He then took a knife out of his pocket and held it right above me.  I closed my eyes and waited.  And then he was stabbing me.  Once. Twice. and then a third time.  For some reason he stopped after that.  I think he heard a noise, but I'm not sure.  While he was distracted I struggled to get up but managed to stand with the knife still protruding out of my back.  I stumbled out of the door and into the fresh air outside and took off running into the woods.  I ran barefoot and injured through thorny bushes and eventually collapsed onto the cold, dewy ground.  

Within two minutes he found me.  

He picked me up and forced me to stand.  He then dragged me back to my neighbor's house and made me sit back down in that plastic chair.  And then I waited for his next move.  Surprisingly, my neighbors came walking into the room and began getting intimate.  I closed my eyes to plugged my ears to avoid seeing them like that but he pulled my hands away from my face.  He whispered in my ears "I watch them every time."  After a pause he said "One day I will kill them.  I will destroy their lives and I will kill them."  I just sat there crying, bleeding, and shaking.  He turned to face me and forced me to look at him.  He was completely black and shadowy except for his eyes.  His eyes were glowing and a dark purple with weird slits for pupils.  He was the scariest thing I've ever seen.  And then he raised his right hand high above his head and slapped me across the face so hard I blacked out.

And then I woke up.

*This story is to be continued until Sunday where I tell you about how I faced him head on and kicked him out of their house and out of Germany for good*

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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Animal Healing

Given what I do, I try to keep an open mind about all things "woo."  Despite that I have always had a hard time fully believing in energy healing.  I know, I know, that sounds super judgy and hypocritical since I am constantly communicating with energetic beings, but actual healing through energy seemed a little out there.  It was simply something I needed to see to believe.

About four or five years ago I began believing in the effects of energy healing, especially when it came to animals.  I was actively volunteering at two dog and cat shelters and a farm animal sanctuary.  During my time at those places I would have these strange energy exchanges with the animals and I would see their demeanor change.  They would visibly relax after spending days shaking and being in fear.  It was wild, but it helped me to believe more in the whole energy healing thing.

I have always, always had this really special bond with animals.  Growing up I would sit quietly with animals and silently communicate with them.  I would touch them and visualize my hand transferring some sort of soothing, calming, and healing medicine of sorts, and oddly, it worked.  I also knew that I had a very strong bond and connection with animals when I began noticing dogs staring me down and basically willing me to look at them.  And when I would finally look at them, I could feel their feelings, hear their thoughts, and we would communicate in this strange, unexplainable way.  I couldn't ever really articulate what I was experiencing for fear of looking crazy, so I would stay silent about these instances.

But when I began actively working with animals in the rescue setting, I started putting my "skills" to work.  I practiced with animals all the time.  I would communicate with them, hear what they had to say, and then I would place my hands on them to sense what ails them.  I would then picture this beautiful white light coming out of my hands and heart and begin directing it towards the animal.  Every time I did this I would see results, and that further helped to make me a believer.

I knew (and finally truly believed that) I was an animal healer.

I was starting to be open about what I could do for the first time those few years ago, and people were receptive to that.  I helped a cat with seizures, I helped dogs with anxiety, I worked with chameleons and rodents, and most notably, I helped heal an injured turkey who was expected to be put down within a week.  I sat with her each time I was able to and communicated with her, sent healing energy to her, and just loved her.  And within no time she stood up and began improving.  It was amazing.

Unfortunately, because of my spiritual work, I allowed my animal healing work to be less of a priority.  That is, until recently.  I have been dreaming about healing animals constantly.  In my dreams I am healing animals of all kinds.  Deceased animals, living animals, wildlife, you name it.  Some nights I spend all night doing this, and I wake up so inspired.  I never want to stop!  Recently, my deceased grandfather keeps sending me messages through other psychics (and in my dreams) encouraging me to be an animal healer and to really work hard to normalize it to the public while dedicating my life to helping heal animals in this unique way.  Because of that I decided to enroll in an animal energy healing certification course, and I couldn't be happier with that choice.  I've also begun writing guest blogs for other animal sites to help educate others on proper exotic animal care, and also inspire others to take an active role in helping animals in need.  I am truly following my calling.

I feel like I have blossomed and transformed into the person I was meant to be.  I've learned so much about myself and about energy healing.  I decided to take the proper steps to become a Reiki Master, and graduated with that certification in January.  EEK!  How cool is that??  I also have a few weeks left in my animal healing course and am so excited to begin sharing this service with the public.  I hope that it will be received in a loving way because I have seen firsthand how well it can help and benefit animals AND people.

My last assignment before I graduate is to perform a healing for at least three animals and obtain feedback.  I wanted to open this up to at least 10 people so that I may get the proper practice I feel I need to better my skills.   I am hoping to work with animals of ALL types, so if you work at a rescue, animal sanctuary, a zoo, a wildlife rehabilitation center, or anywhere else, and you'd like a FREE healing for any of the animals in your care, please email me directly at  Cats and dogs are welcome too :-)

This is absolutely free.  All I ask for is honest feedback and a positive attitude.  I can perform this service from a distance, so we can communicate through email or Skype.  It's entirely up to you.  And if you live in the Kaiserslautern, Germany area, I would love to meet with you in person!  This is an amazing opportunity to have the chance to experience the incredible benefits of energy healing first hand without having to spend a dime.  And I would be eternally grateful to you for helping me earn my certification, as well as being so trusting and allowing me to help your animal.

Please email me asap at to get started.

Thank you for reading my blog.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Self Protection Tips

It's funny, I never really put much thought into protecting myself (or anyone else) psychically until I encountered a negative spirit.  It took that rude awakening of being shoved down the stairs to put things into perspective and wise up to the fact that protecting oneself isn't silly or a sign of weakness. On the contrary, everyone would benefit greatly from building a little bubble of protection around themselves, and I will tell you why.

It doesn't just protect you from spirits, it protects you from so many other things, too!

Building a protection bubble or wall or whatever will protect you from other people's negative energy.  It protects you from absorbing negative energy that is all around you.  When someone goes off on you just because they're having a bad day, your coworker dumps their emotional baggage right on your lap, or your toddler has a major meltdown in the middle of Target, you will be protected from absorbing the all that released unnecessary energy that will in turn cause your emotions to take a downward spiral.

Protection bubbles will also protect your physical health, as well.  So many people, who have no clue that they are empaths, are accidentally absorbing all of that energy around them.  As a result, these people develop debilitating ailments such as fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, and severe anxiety.  By protecting yourself, you are helping to decrease your chances of developing some really unpleasant ailments.

Unfortunately, I have always had a rough time explaining exactly how to build a protection bubble.  People ask me all the time, and I am just over here stumbling on words and working tirelessly to build a good picture via text for my friends, family, and clients.  Then one day, I was browsing Pinterest and found this amazing photo.  It literally put into words and pictures what I was trying to convey, and I thought to myself "FINALLY!"  and also, "I need to blog about this!"

So here we are.  This is the awesome photo (pictured below) you may use to help you protect yourself from all of that negative energy floating around the world and in your own personal universe.  Use it often and trust that it has your back, because it really does.  Mine has yet to let me down.  And thank goodness for that!

Thank you for reading my blog.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Kellar Labyrinth in Oppenheim, Germany


I visited a beautiful little town called Oppenheim, in Germany, last July.  It's main attraction was the Kellar Labyrinth, which is an underground tunnel system that dates back to the 1600's (if not earlier).  I can't even begin to accurately explain the history this tunnel system has experienced, but it's safe to say that it is rich and plentiful.  It even has been suggested that the Labyrinth was used in WWII to help people escape.  I also learned that the tunnel leads all the way to Burgruine Landskron (an amazing castle that towers over Oppenheim).  

Naturally, I had to visit this place, and before I even stepped through the entryway and carefully made my way down the steep staircase that led underground, I knew I was in for something special.  The entire place vibrated with energy.  Old, old energy and even fairly new spirits were cohabiting in this tunnel.  I took many deep breaths as I placed one foot in front of the other and descended further underground.

The "hallways" were narrow and dark and to me, they felt SO heavy.  I felt like I was trying to walk through water.  I almost lifted my arms to make the swimming motion you would naturally do when under water.  I didn't even know how to walk through it.  I was glad it was so dark because I know I looked confused, disoriented, and was walking oddly.  But I kept going.

The tour guide was speaking, telling us about the history of the Labyrinth and I couldn't even pay attention.  I was floored at how many spirits were around us.  In the top photo, you can't see them, but spirits lined that entire right side wall.  When I made my way through that particular area, I walked sideways in a weird attempt to avoid touching them.

A few times, a curious male spirit reached up to touch my hair, carefully grab my arm, and lean down and look me in the face.  I mean, how do you stay totally calm in a claustrophobic underground tunnel with hundreds of spirits so close to you?  It was bizarre and stressful.

My friend E. was with me and she was patient and understanding as she saw me struggling and trying to act normal.  I would whisper to her what I saw and she was such a great sport.  She took it all in stride.  She was truly the best travel companion I could ask for that day.  At one point, I told her that there had to be bones or something there to explain why so many were stuck down here.  Not long after saying that, my suspicions were confirmed.

In one room of the Labyrinth, there was a glass case full of artifacts found inside the tunnel system.  A few of those artifacts were human bones, including a jawbone and teeth belonging to a person.  As I looked down at those bones, I felt goosebumps and turned around to see another man standing right behind me, looking down at his own teeth.  He was gaunt, and ill looking. He was hunched over and his eyes were sunken in.  He looked to be about 40 and his hair had come out in clumps.  He was so sad.  I knew because a piece of him was in that glass case, he was unable to fully cross over.  I hated not being able to help him.

Room after room, tunnel after tunnel, we walked and explored, and more and more spirits were waiting to size us all up.  I assume there weren't many others in our tour group that could see what I was seeing, and that was probably a good thing.  These spirits were scary.  They weren't aggressive, but they were what you would expect to see in horror movies like The Ring or some other scary movie.  They gave me major anxiety and chills.

I tried relentlessly to take their picture, to capture anything on film.  I wasn't surprised to find that I couldn't get a good photo of a spirit, but I was frustrated to see that 95% of the photos I took were so blurry and distorted that you couldn't make out what was even in the photo.  I know it was the energy of the spirits that caused that, and that was a good confirmation for myself.  The bottom photos were the only two photos that turned out.  I still think the place looks creepy, and I still get chills looking at them.  Other than Waverly Hills Sanatorium, I have never been in a building full of so many spirits.  I think because I was stuck with them in such narrow tunnels I was more anxious than I've ever been.  I felt trapped and there was no way out.  Not to mention, they seemed to enjoy reaching out and touching me and the others.

An hour later I was finally outside and in the fresh air.  It took me awhile to rid myself of the anxiety and to stop shaking.  It's intense to experience that many spirits at one time, but I tend to become slightly addicted to the feeling.  It's almost like an adrenaline rush.  I am already planning a trip back to visit those spirits this summer.  Does that make me weird?  YUP!  But I wouldn't have it any other way.  Who knows, maybe I will have the chance to cross some of them over and lighten the energy in that ancient tunnel.

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