Othersidepsychic, Past Lives, Yours and Mine

Ever have a dream that feels so natural, so real that in the dream you are in a nother time? Maybe wearing different clothes, a different era and yet, you know you have been there before when you wake up? Do you look for buildings or landscape that was in your dreams? I have and do. Yes, what I have seen is indeed my past life. It involved my identical twin sister Amy..

My past life that I know did happen was in the late 1700’s, early 1800’s. I see both of us in period dress for that era. I see the building we both go into. I actually follow her into the building. It is a brick building. Brick in sort of a way, with a two story look to it but we both are not healthy. Both she and I are drug addicts. I see where it could have been opium of some sort. I am not sure what drugs were prevalent then but that is what I am seeing. This was actually a dream I had. Same hair, same body, our dresses were at one point nice but now somewhat dirty, and had a lot of wear on them. I think perhaps we were lost souls, and our lives were destroyed by that particular drug. The dress had stripes in it, sort of a champagne and salmon colored stripes. Our hair was curly and pulled up into buns. the sleeves on the dress came to our elbows and even though I hate it today, the dress was poofy in places, like we were wearing corsets around our waist and it poofed at the sleeves, and then poofed at the hips. I hate that look today. Seriously, I can’t stand anything around my elbows, or mid arm length. I prefer to wear long sleeves rolled one turn up.
 I know, it’s tom boyish, but that’s me. its like I am rolling my sleeves up to get dirty, that kind of look about me even though I am not.

The house was bare, window not in place, a desolate kind of feel, as if it were abandoned like a warehouse look to it made of red clay brick and it is in France somewhere. The architecture speaks of France or England. That is where we both go in and do not come out. I can see the building as it is etched in my memory and I know I have been there before, in another time, another era. I entered as a drug addict. I stayed there as a drug addict, probably even worse as a woman some of the things I did.

Drugs scare me today, especially needles. This could be the reason.  I was never into drugs in this lifetime, well, I don’t think I could run for president with my background, but FBI, yeah, maybe, for sure I could.  I can say, I did my share of drinking in my 40 something years of living and am sober now, going into 14 years sobriety.

So I know that I kicked that habit that followed me into this lifetime. Sometimes we are brought back or come back of our own will to fight what plagued us in our other lifetime, something we couldn’t get over or conquer. This lifetime I did. Unfortunately, Amy didn’t. Maybe I did it for both of us.  I won the lost battle.

This is a past life of mine. I have had others but this clearly stands out as though I know I was there. I indeed know that I was.




Other Side Psychic: Amy from Louisiana

When her name was mentioned to me, it was as if she was waiting for that word, her name so she could appear. She did. When my birth mother Dot texted me, and then called, I understood that the sickly woman, in her death state, drugged out was in need of help and had a message to give her Mom, Donna, and her three little girls. The other side to the story was her mother wanted to know what happened that night to her daughter two years ago. I proceeded to tell her through Dot.

Her brother Kyle came through and so did her cousin Cody, only in name because they are still alive. Needless to say, I saw the little girls clothes, I saw what killed her, what happened to her body, who was there.

What I have come to realize is when we are so self absorbed in feeding ourselves through mind altering venues and substances, we leave God’s white light behind and enter darkness. If something happens and we don’t make it, we have work to do to rectify our wrongs if that is the prescription that a soul has to take. For her soul, it was.

It doesn’t have to be drugs, it could be an obsession. It could be a job, it could be something that takes you away from walking in the white light, surrounding yourself. It’s when you shove the white light aside for something more important. 

For Amy, even though she is dead, she has work to do to rectify what she did in her 27 years of living.  Her job currently is to oversee youth, as a guiding angel, for youth  who are experimenting with drugs. There is hope, there is always hope.

For the people involved in her death, I am so glad  and Thank my God, I don’t have your soul.



Other Side Psychic, The Spirit in the Bathroom

I am cleaning my employers tub because the housekeeper called in sick. This made the 10th time I had to fill up, run the jets in it and drain trying to keep the black gunk from circulating through the jets once again. What happened to good old fashioned claw foot tubs?

Anyway, I get this text from my birth mother asking if I saw anything around her couins’s daughter who had passed.

Oh, you mean the really skinny drugged out chic in her death state standing in my bosses bathroom? That one??

Yes, I see her. She says she is sorry, that she is worried for a young boy, we have not determined who it is yet.

I also saw pink and purple, lots of pink and purple around her kids. Sweaters, shirts, you name it, to include bracelets, all in the color pink and purple. It was overwhelming.  Wasn’t sure at the time but that really made an impression with me. This person had dressed her children in pink and purple is what I saw, or was obsessed with the colors. Weird.

Now I am trying to help find the killers of her. I can say she overdosed on pills, and alcohol, blacked out in her friends car, then was dragged into a trailer where she died, then her body was taken out of this drug dealers place and dumped into a motel, where it was discovered the next day.

I see a person named Jay and a mulato woman involved in her death. I also see a Denise, a black car, and a man with sideburns.

When I got home from work, I decided to pull up some photos and I was told to go to  facebook. It was the same person who visited me at work today. Her children are swathed in purple and pink colors, in every photo. So I have to say my visions are also pretty spot on so far.

Her mother has been in touch and is looking for closure.

When I decided to go onto facebook and see if this was indeed the person, it was. My first vision was of her drug use which led to her death.

The second was of her children’s clothing colors.

The third of her actual death and the parties involved.

Finally, names were brought forward by the deceased to me and maybe now justice can be sought, all in a days work, I hope.

God rest her soul. Let her find peace.