Read My Pic

Recently, I joined an endeavor called Readmypic.com. People can load up pictures of themselves, loved ones, animals, locations and a group of absolutely awesome readers will take a look at let people know what they see. If the client would like to know more, they can contact individual readers for hire.

Picture psychometry has always been part of my face to face readings, but I have always been able to hold the picture. That’s what psychometry is about, holding an object and reading the energies. I have often seen spirit and other images in pictures, but this is the first time I’m working to pick up energies from people in pictures without actually holding the picture. There are quite a few smudgy fingerprints on my computer screen because I find myself reaching out to touch the image to gain more information. I must admit, it took me a bit to get going, but now that I have I am having a great time. No clients yet, but I believe they will come.

There’s a spot for everyone to make comments. Come join in the fun. Try your hand. Look at the picture and see what comes to mind. Touch the image and try to discern what energies you pick up.

http://readmypic.com/

Speaking with Spirit

I’m very excited. Tonight I will be a guest on Tarot By Misha’s radio show on The Mix Talk. I will be sharing a three-part series class I have previously taught in live session: Speaking with Spirit.

It is a class on how to begin and cultivate communication with your spiritual guides. I share my personal experiences and how spirit brought me tools to sharpen my listening skills and bring to me a broader understanding of how spirit communicates.

If you’d like to listen in via computer go to www.themixtalk.com at 9pm Eastern Standard time and click on the link to listen in.

I would love to hear your experiences and questions about learning to speak with spirit during the show.

The Ghost In Tant Selma's House

My great Aunt, Selma, was a feisty old woman who we called Tant (Tant means Aunt in Swedish). Tant Selma lived in this big old mansion in Sharon Hill, PA. The house was originally built sometime in the mid-1800’s and was a fascinating house full of all sorts of nifty things like a grand ball room with floors so slick with wax you could slide skate on them in your stocking feet. It had gables and a widow’s walk on the top of the room where you could see for miles! It also had hidden rooms and hallways just perfect for games of hide and seek.

The first time I remember visiting her I was about 7 years old. She put my sister and I in the same bedroom somewhere on the third floor. One day, while my mother and sister were shopping, I went upstairs to do something. While working at a desk with a mirror in front of it, I glanced up and saw my sister with her long dark blond hair parted in the middle. I assumed that she and my mother came back early from shopping. Or, so I thought…

I started to talk to her, asking her questions about how shopping was. She never answered me but every time I glanced up into the mirror I saw her sitting there on the bed looking at me. Finally, in a fit of frustration, I turned around to look at her directly and angrily demand to know why she was ignoring me. When I turned around, she wasn’t there!

I sat and looked at the bed. I was dumbfounded for a few moments. I wondered how she could have exited the room because the door was right next to me. As I sat there, looking between the bed and the door I felt this freezing cold chill run up my left arm. Like fingers stroking my arm. The sensation made me propel myself out of the room, tear down the stairs, screaming at every step.

As I flew into the kitchen, Tant Selma set calmly at the table, with her arms open to receive this hysterical child. After she calmed me down with some hugs and kisses, I asked her what it could have been. She looked at me and said, “There are things in old houses we just can’t explain”. As she got up to get me some milk and cookies she commented over her shoulder… “I don’t think we should tell your mother about this…”