I may be walking down the street and see you. I see more than just you. I see the people behind you, beside you that have treaded the path with you since you were born. These are friends, relatives all wanting to deliver a message. I can’t bring myself to stopping you on the street for fear you will only think I am a crazy woman. If you only knew what I saw, you would stop me to ask.
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Michael, The Angel I never knew
I had passed out. Call it a near death experience. The golden light infront of me. As I moved closer to it, he pops out, standing in my way. So real in fact that I could see the tendons in his wings. He was a golden bronze, black eyes, wearing a sheath, all gilded in a golden bronze color. His hair was that of black gilded bronze as well. No words were spoken but I heard his name, Michael. He was on the left hand side, not letting me pass into the light. I was not done yet.
I saw him again, this time, a death dream for me. He holds out his hand, and I slip out my sick body as the dead skin falls away from me. I am younger with my hand sliding into his. A smile on his face.
And yet, I saw him two more times. I am not the only person who has seen the Arch Angel Michael. He was in a statue from across a room at an auction done by a french artist in the 1800’s. I didn’t need the sculpture to remind me of what he looked like but to know it was him from across the room was uncanny, It was the angel that appeared to me.
Why me…is the question.
I asked the priest, is there an angel named Michael after my first encounter. He proceeded to tell me, yes, the Arch Angel Michael. I never knew about him until I met him.
Another Vision
Rock Creek park, is what I saw when Chandra Levy was missing. Had I told anyone, they would have thought I was either crazy, part of the mystery or knew something ominous. Rocks, a creek and a trees with leaves, a park. I also saw the man responsible and still do.
Black Brown leather jacket, dark hair, short, slicked back, about 6’1, square build with pointed nose, a hitman. Weightlifting in his spare time. Carries gun on his right hip holster. Was a former police man, a dirty cop. He was hired by the person who was discovered in the affair, actually a collaboration of two people.
Visions that have come true
I saw the body laying on the naked mattress, same dream I had always had since childhood, and it was a a reoccuring dream. I thought it was my death dream. It is hard for an 8 year old to understand and for it to continue through out my life. I knew I was seeing myself dead. That my life was to be cut short but this time I actually saw the face. My dream had an ending with the face. It was not mine by Amy’s, my identical twin sister. I ran to the phone to call her in Italy to warn her. One week later she was dead. I could not stop fate. But it was not the last time I saw her. There is life after death and I can help you connect with your loved ones or help solve a mystery that may be perplexing.
The Psychic
Other Side Psychic
Just driving down the road, I immediately got an overwhelming bone cold chill. A true feeling of evil just overwhelmed me. I was near Amagansett NY and I had passed by a church due to the route I was taking. The traffic slowed due to tourists and as I looked over to my right, at the rectory, the evil spirit came forward. He was still in this church. I got on the phone to Joe, my partner in my business and explained to him what had just happened, where it was, and that I was just driving, minding my own business.
Sure enough, this church is haunted, with a pastor that because of his past evil actions towards the boys in the choir has to stay there as penance for his sins. He was a pedophile. My description of the priest was accurate to the glasses he wore and the thinning hair around his temples. His beedy eyes and evil presence was just too much, all within seconds of passing by a church a hundred yards away.
The priest immediately sought me out because of my gift. It was a very dark ominous presence in that church and still is. He was so mad that I knew what he had done in his living years. His anger is still like a projectile surrounding the property and it crossed my path.
Joe confirmed everything I saw, felt that day. I hope to never drive by that church again. Just driving by, in one second, I saw it all, felt it all.
Finding Closure Using a Psychic
I was born with a very powerful ability commonly referred to as being a psychic/medium/claircognizant of which I can see remotely what is happening, what has happened, who is there, and most of the time, what your house looks like or the ghost that is there. Not many psychics have this ability, especially if you are only speaking on the phone and not in person.. I consider this truly not a normal gift that one usually has, but rather a talent bestowed on me and for some time I have been hiding in the “closet” so to speak, for fear that I would be misunderstood, labeled crazy, unfit for society, and I know too much, much more than I should know as told to me by Bobby Deen, Paula’s son.
In the Deep south, Psychics are not looked upon too highly. They are haunted spirits, they are witches, they are spooky, not natural. Maybe yes for some. But what I do find is that the people who don’t understand it, are very ignorant. If you gave me an ignorant person and I proceeded to tell them what I saw and know about them, they would definitely change their mind about me, and what I am. They would be believers from the start.
Now being a psychic is trendy, with all the paranormal shows, it is quite common. It seems everyone is on the bandwagon to capture that ghostly presence or that EVP. Trust me, those tatics and gimmicks are out there but what I see and hear are usually very different. Sure I hear words spoken to me, but usually it is a lot of them at once. Many voices trying to get my attention to get a message to a loved one. Hundreds of them. I have to shut them out. Take one by one when I can, if the person who is to hear the message is contacting me. I hear angelic choirs at night in the far far distance and I know that I am hearing Heaven when I hear this. Sometimes it lulls me to sleep. Other times I worry I am going to fade into the night when I hear that as maybe my time is up. See, I can “see for you” but I can’t see for myself. To help myself is not allowed. To help others is. I am here to help you.
What exactly are my abilities? I am a psychic, medium, who can remotely see, a “claircognizant” as well as having the ability to solve crimes, see the person who committed it, what they look like, where the body is, what happened which helps the law enforcement side do their job when leads are exhausted and it also helps loved ones find closure . My other job is to conversing with loved ones who want to send a message of hope, that they are alive, happy and well on the other side. Then there are the very dark entities my travels might take me to come across. I try not to get too involved in this aspect but it does happen. Unfortunately, I do come across them as well.
How do I see my gift? . My gift was freely given to me and so I have to use my gift to help others, unconditionally, to bring love and peace, restore it where only pain dwells.
OTHER SIDE PSYCHIC 