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The Unpaid Debt

I believe that the universe is filled with orchestrated synchronicities. There are challenges, along with delightful moments that come into your life for a reason. And, then there are some people that sit next to you on an airplane and make your jaw drop. Today was that day.

I was flying from Austin to Dallas/Fort Worth and was greeted by a bubbly woman named Amy, as she took the seat next to mine. I had just purchased the book "When Will the Heaven Begin" in the airport bookshop, and I could see that she was holding a book, too. I asked her what she was reading, and she did the same. I told her that I was a clairvoyant and a medium, and that I enjoyed reading books about near death experiences. ...And, then our conversation took off (literally!).

I started exchanging stories with Amy, but there was one that stood out from the rest. She told me that she had been married previously and that her husband at the time had sold his truck, a tan colored Chevy Cheyenne, to an older gentleman in town, Willie. Willie couldn't afford much, so they set up a payment plan. The truck would cost him $750, and he would make payments to Amy's husband each week until it was paid off. Willie made the first few payments, but then the man and his truck rode off into the sunset. Years went by, Amy and her husband moved across town and the truck and unpaid debt became a distant memory. But, one Tuesday morning that all changed.

Amy was home alone when she saw the Chevy Cheyenne parked in front of their house. Then, Willie came to her door. He asked Amy if she remembered him and said that he wanted to talk to her for a few minutes. She invited him in. He said that he was thirsty and asked if she could bring him some sweet tea, so she did. Then, he said that he was hungry and wondered if it would be too much to ask for a cheese sandwich. Amy obliged. He took a few bites and then began to explain why he was there. He said "I am a man of my word" and I want to bring you all of the money that I have. He knew that he owed more, but the $250 that he had in his hand was everything left to his name. Amy explained that she didn't want to take the only money that Willie had, but he insisted. He handed Amy the money and before he left, he had one last request. Willie couldn't read, but he had a worn and tattered bible with him. He asked Amy if she could read a few specific passages to him, Psalm 21 and Hebrews 13:2:

"Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it."

Amy kindly agreed and shared a special moment with Willie. After the reading, he got in the truck and drove away. Amy wondered how Willie had even found them, because they had moved into a different house across town years earlier. But, she told her husband that Willie had been by and that he brought them money. Later that week Amy's husband told her to pick up a copy of the paper. She opened the obituary section and to her surprise saw that Willie had passed away that Monday, one day before he had come to pay her a special visit.

How did Willie know where Amy and her husband were living? Why had he asked her to read those specific bible passages? I believe that the visit between Willie and Amy that day was Divine. And, as Hebrews 13:2 states, you may be showing hospitality to angels without knowing it.

Popcorn! Seriously?

I've been working with clients one-on-one across the country, helping them sort through their past, present and future. I recently decided to branch out and also offer in-home gatherings where I can do shorter back-to-back readings for 6-8 people. Last night was my first group event, and it did not disappoint. 

I had about a 25-minute drive to the house where the gathering took place, so I decided to "tune in" and tune out any distractions. I turned the radio off, asked spirit to deliver clear messages for all of the people I was about to meet, and did a bit of basic chanting. A few moments later the clairvoyant messages started to come through -- the first message was POPCORN! I could see popcorn, and for the first time as a psychic, I could smell it. Very odd. But, I made spirit a promise: I would take all of the messages, no matter how strange they were, and deliver them to the recipient(s). I also received a few other messages and jotted them down before entering the home.  

I was welcomed by the gracious host of the party, and her family. And before long, the attendees began to arrive. I decided to start the evening off by telling them a bit about me and my story of becoming a clairvoyant and medium. I opened it up to any general questions that they had and told them that we'd be going into the one-on-one readings shortly. But first... I wanted to share some things that came over while driving there. With some slight awkwardness I told the group that I saw and smelt popcorn. A few moments later two ladies (who I would learn are close sisters) became excited and started exclaiming their amazement. One of them had experienced a house fire that was started by her popcorn machine. There was extensive damage to the home, and as a result, her beloved cat did not survive. The tears began and jaws dropped. And, a few moments later I could sense her cat enter the room, and then brush up against my leg. He was there to say that he was okay, and even though he couldn't be saved that night, he was still very much around the sisters.

Please understand that your loved ones, people and animals, don't ever die. They are around you in their own way, and they want nothing but the best for you. I can't explain why I am able to connect to spirit in such an amazing way, but I am grateful and honored to be able to share my gift with people everywhere. 

I'm Here With You, Love Briana

I remember walking out to my mailbox several years ago to see a letter from Kris, Briana's mom. I carried the envelope back to my house, sat down on my couch and opened it. I wasn't ready for what the unexpected letter revealed. Briana had been in a car accident after she was out celebrating her birthday, and she had passed away.

Briana and I grew up together in the Seattle suburbs. She was full of light, laughter and kindness. We rode our bikes, played board games and went on adventures in the field behind our homes. I always felt very connected to her.

When I received the letter from her mom, I sobbed uncontrollably. Being in tune with spirit, I started to speak to Briana, "I am sorry that you died so young. It isn't fair. You had your entire life in front of you. But, I'll make you a deal. You can come along with me in this lifetime, and I'll do my best to live for both of us." ...Apparently she heard me!

Since Briana's passing, I have felt her spirit. I continued to talk to her, and express my gratitude for being near me! She feels like a sister in spirit to me, and I knew that she was always around.

Fast forward to last weekend. I attended a workshop for intuitives and mediums in Los Angeles, and our teacher told us to bring photos of loved ones that have passed. I carefully packed a photo of Briana and was excited to see if she was going to come through to any of the mediums during the workshop. Wow, did she ever!

I remember sitting in front of a medium and handing her a photo of Briana. I closed my eyes and welcomed any messages. A few moments later the medium began describing Briana's personality. She also mentioned that she was dancing and happy, and that she was there with us. The medium then said "She feels like a soul sister to you!" I about fell out of my chair. The tears started streaming down my face. Then, she said "There is a connection to white flowers and a memorial. Does that make any sense to you? I was puzzled, but I took that message with me.

Upon returning home to Las Vegas, I decided to write Kris and ask if the message of white flowers resonated with her. To my amazement, she confirmed these details:

"I usually put pink carnations at her memorial site at a park close by our house. But, "white flowers" are a symbol of love for the Angel Of Hope memorials where we have plaques for Bri in Phoenix, Arizona (Hansen Memorial Mortuary) and in Fargo, North Dakota. "Angel of Hope" is meant to be for parents who have lost a child. When we go to either Phoenix, Arizona or Fargo, we always take white flowers to place at the angel statue."

I am grateful that I was able to share this special and specific message with Kris, and let her know that Briana is still very present in spirit. The love you have here on Earth never dies!

Look! I'm Talking To You...

Spirits are miraculous! If you could shadow me you would be amazed at the things I experience and see... and, all because I tune into the spirits around me. I know that each of us can communicate with our departed loved ones (I'll teach you how in my online class next week, "Connecting to Spirit"). It isn't anything you should be afraid of, as I can teach you how to tap into the frequency of love.

What are my signs? Ever since my grandpa Frank passed away I see the number "11" everywhere, all day long. And, I have also have feathers that drop in my path when I need some reassurance that I'm on the right track. It's like they're saying...

"Look, I'm Talking to YOU!"...

I few years ago I started a company called Love FrogKisser -- We helped singles connect offline through curated singles events. It would be an understatement to say that starting and running this company had been a challenge. It helped my soul grow and evolve in so many ways. But, I remember spirit coming to me in an incredible way at one of my most challenging moments.

It was the day of the very first singles event that I was hosting in Fort Worth, TX. I was at home working on my laptop, and questioning everything I had done the last 9-months to create Love FrogKisser. I was beyond stressed out, and was feeling vulnerable. I asked myself if starting this company was the right idea. I was sleep deprived, running on fumes and on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I thought about quitting altogether. I sat my laptop down and walked into the other room of my 2nd floor apartment. I came back a few moments later and discovered something completely astonishing: a feather had appeared on the top of my laptop keyboard as to say "I'm here with you. You're on the right track. Keep going!" In that moment I was reminded that I had to keep my faith, and that the challenges were my north star, pointing me in the right direction.

What signs are your loved ones and spirit guides sending you? Do you have your eyes and heart open to receive their messages? It's remarkable what we can experience when we pay attention!