Spiritual Diva Spills The Tea

My first interaction with Kaylee happened a few weeks ago. I chose not to write about it, because the case hadn't been solved yet. I felt that it was far more respectful of me to hang back and let the authorities reveal their findings first. This case was so damaging to so many innocent lives, and I in no way wanted to add to that pain. Even if the people involved never see my writing. I also felt that what I saw was too graphic, and in no real way beneficial to anyone to read.  Kaylee has persistently pleaded with me to write her final goodbye. That sounds so surreal, even to me. My life isn't always boring and consistent, after all. I meant no disrespect to Kaylee by denying her her wish for so long, but I truly needed her to understand that there are certain things I simply will never feel comfortable disclosing. It's like the coroner insisting that the family really doesn't want to see the body of their mangled loved one, because the horror is one that would be life...

When I connected to Jeffrey's spirit, I didn't feel like I got enough information. It was a bit like watching a bad portrayal of his life on some shitty lifetime channel. It was unsatisfying. I wanted to understand him on a soul level. I wanted to know what had "gone wrong". I took a deep dive into his life using tarot and my intuition. And what I found when I did, were the answers nobody else could.  My initial reaction to Jeffrey's energy was confusion, hostility, and a lack of trust. In life Jeffrey was an incredibly apathetic character. He was known for being awkward and bizarre, probably never spending a day truly comfortable in his own body. I mean, so many of us can relate to that, and yet we never did the unimaginable. I wanted to know where and when this child had been broken, and how he became one of the most hated people of all time.  Jeffrey, in death, didn't give many answers as to why he was the way he was. As in life, he claimed that's just ...

I was going to write about my afterlife communications with a notorious serial killer. I thought maybe I could follow in the steps of Bailey Sarien, who is a true crime enthusiast, but from the perspective of being a psychic medium. However, that will have to wait, because I just received some very bad news. I'm literally still reeling. I found out about half an hour ago that a cousin of mine has passed away. I don't have the heart (no pun intended) to write about a man who violently took the lives of others right now. That post is for another day.  My cousin, Misty, is the mother of a boy my youngest sons age, eleven. She passed away five days after Christmas. I literally just liked all of the colorful and splashy photos she posted (and reposted from prior years) of her holidays. Families in matching pajama's. A young cocoa skinned boy growing from toddler to little gentleman. She raised such a sweet little boy, and she should be proud of that. I actually reached out to Mi...

Kailey is whining at my feet right now. I think she's about three. She's a little girl wearing a party dress in a color like pale pink? She seems to want me to pick her up, as if she's associating me with being her mother. I don't know who Kailey is. She may be too young, even for a ghost child, to tell me why she thinks I'm her mommy. When I hear from small children I immediately wonder if she's one of Ricky Mena's (he plays Spiderman for children with Cancer), but I don't recall him writing about anyone named Kailey. She's calling me "mama" now, pulling at the bottom of her little dress. On second thought, I don't think she's over the age of two. Anyone know a Kailey? It's been a while since I last wrote. I've been having an internal argument about whether or not to write only "ghost stories", or to write about my life as a mother, employee, and elderly woman too. I mean, at thirty eight, I have stories to tell, ...

Dylan Klebold was the original teenage school shooter at Columbine Highschool. This shooting (and attempted bombing) was carried out by he and a friend, Eric Harris, on April 20th, 1999. 13 innocent people were killed, including one teacher. I was stunned when Dylan came through. I hadn't particularly been focusing on anything that could even be remotely associated with him. Like, I wasn't reading a ton about school shootings, or obsessing over the lack of proper gun laws, etc. For him to come through was like getting a visit from someone you have long forgotten about. Oh, but how could we forget about Dylan? His actions started the evolution of school shootings, spiraling it into what it is today, a somewhat regular thing. Dylan, one could say, is the inventor of school shootings. The mastermind behind them. The go to guy for inspiration on how to carry out a school shooting.  I was hesitant to take Dylan's story. I have thought about what I would do before, if a murderer,...

Father's be good to your daughter's. Daughter's will love like you do ... every time I hear John Mayer sing that particular line, I can't help but wonder "who thinks of me when they hear this song?" I'm facing some hard truths currently, as I'm forced to realize, "honey, you were no picnic yourself." I can admit that to myself, but it still sucks taking the blame for the way the main man in my life raised me (god rest your soul). The truth is, I was a fucking nightmare to be with in my younger years. There were a couple of brave men who's demons were probably as dark as mine were, who tried to love me whilst learning to love themselves. And it was every bit as messy as it sounds! As I face spiritual teachers who really aren't healed, though they have built an entire life on claiming that they have paved the way for a new wave of healing in humanity, I realize, I don't want to be like that. I want to admit my human flaws, to myself...

From the age of about nine I have been smitten with Ray Liotta's face. It's no secret that he was the sort of good looking that almost seems like it can't possibly be human. Human is flawed, and Ray had no flaws, according to me. Factor in that tough guy exterior with those warm blue eyes, and it was enough to keep my attention for a lifetime. I'm a middle aged woman now, and I can safely say that Ray Liotta has been the love of my life. He was my literal dream man ... What I now understand about Ray is that he shined from the inside out. It's the reason why he seemed like such a perfect man. Ray wasn't prone to Depression, or deep sadness that overtook his  persona. He said it himself, in his after life communications with me. "I wasn't really a sad person, ya know? I guess I didn't really understand sadness the way some people do. My soul was beaten down at times, but I never lost that hope. And I like to think that I encouraged other people to ke...