I’ve always been interested in past lives, because they’re earmarks of what creates us.
Death is the Graduation of the Soul.
People continue to fear dying, only because no one ever has.
I know that The Other Side, and the spirits who live there, are as real as this earth we live on, and that the only thing separating “her” from “there” is a thinly veiled difference in vibrational frequency.
Live each day as your last, and tomorrow is forever.
What I think a psychic is, unfortunately, I think in this day and age, it’s taken on sort of a rancid sound.
Psychics can never be 100 percent. I think that would be scary to be 100 percent.
I’ve always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.
Let me assure you that all of our pets, and animals of every kind will be with us for eternity on the Other Side.
I listen to my spirit guide.
My master’s degree was in English literature.
I have the same problems that everybody else does.
The more painful it is, tragically, the more you do learn, though, that’s the good part.
A ghost is someone who hasn’t made it – in other words, who died, and they don’t know they’re dead. So they keep walking around and thinking that you’re inhabiting their – let’s say, their domain. So they’re aggravated with you.
Death is the reward for living.
Animal totems, like the tiger, come from the Other Side to protect us while we are away from Home.
A spirit is, like, your mother, my dad, who’ve made it. They can come around, but they come around in a loving way because they’ve already made it to God. Most people make it.
Every person who has a reading with me has an audiotape.
Both of us were orphans. No one would remember what we remembered. The elders that stood as protective shields, as references to our past, and as reflections of who we were and are and where we came from, were gone.
I always tell what I see.