I can’t remember a time when I was not connected to the Afterlife or Heaven. Whether it was psychic dreams, knowing what people were going to say before they spoke, visions or just knowing.
I would tell my Mother when I was very young that I would not live to see 30. I would write letters to my parents thanking them for all they did and then tuck them away next to my bed.
Little did I know I was picking up on my future where my son, my only child, passed at 26 years old. He did not see 30. Something my Guides were telling me since I can remember. I heard it as me. Because Eddie was and is all of me.
My first major psychic event occurred when I was 4. I told my Mother while on our way to shop, that a plane would crash into the building. We were on our way to Bargain City in Horsham PA.
Mom of course just assumed this was the imagination of a 4 year old. And to calm me, promised to buy me bubble gum and chocolate covered donuts. Enough said. I piped down. But could not shake my fear or the visions of a plane crashing into Bargain City.
An hour later, a small naval jet from a nearby military base crashed into the shopping center where we were shopping. Yes. Bargain City. Cousins, Grandparents and my nuclear family. All shopping on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
I recalled a loud explosion and glass flying everywhere. People running and screaming as the building was burning. It felt like the building exploded. The entire front of the building was glass which blew out from the crash and into shoppers.
Our family sustained many injuries but thankfully none were life-threatening. Unbelievably, the only person who perished that day was the pilot.
I continued to have many premonitions throughout my life where the event occurs within minutes to a day or so later.
I simply thought this was normal for everyone so I did not speak of my premonitions and visions to anyone but my Mother. She would always put me at ease reminding me to just enjoy every day. Live in the moment. So I did.
At 22, I graduated college with a degree in Interior Design and Fine Arts. This was my passion. I never imagined doing anything else.
Years later when my husband started his own law firm, he asked if I would help him by running the business. So I returned to college for paralegal studies. And worked many years in the legal profession.
But I became restless to follow my real passion-to use the ability I had been given to help others. I was always gently nudged by my Guides to do this but I simply dismissed their advice.
After my son passed in 2011, I decided to listen to my Guides and knew when stable in my grief, I would use my ability to help those grieving.
I have now done thousands of readings for clients throughout the US as well as other Countries. And am honored and blessed to use my ability to help others heal. For in healing others, we heal ourselves.