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05/21/2026

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” — Albert Einstein

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05/07/2026

Over the years I have interacted with hundreds of spirits, both Earthbound souls and those residing in the Realms of Light. Earthbound souls show us what happens when a person dies but their story does not. They linger in the emotional residue of unfinished business, fear, guilt, or attachment. Their perception is narrow, dimmed, and often confused, not because they are lost, but because they are still oriented toward the life they left behind.

Souls in the Realms of Light, by contrast, are expansive, coherent, and deeply aware. They communicate through resonance rather than language, and their presence carries a clarity that dissolves fear on contact. They do not judge, correct, or demand; they illuminate.

Some encounters are terrifying because our deepest darkest secrets are terrifying. Others are life affirming as they are based in honor and love.

No one ever prepared me for the experience of having a spirit actually pass through me. It’s only happened once, but I hope never to repeat it or the circumstances that caused it to happen. It’s what happens when two worlds collide – literally.

John was admitted to the emergency room with his blood oxygen level in the low 80s, dangerously low, and complaining of chest pain. The medical team moved quickly, as they should have. They administered a standard breathing treatment, unaware that he was allergic to the medication. Within minutes, his heart went into a chaotic rhythm. The room shifted from routine urgency to controlled crisis.

They pushed John into a room and left us alone as they prepared for the potential to do a cardioversion. In other words, an attempt to shock his heart back into rhythm. What no one in that room could see, was that something else was happening alongside the medical emergency. John’s body struggled, his consciousness loosened. The boundary between his physical form and his spiritual awareness thinned in an instant. In that moment, his soul did what souls sometimes do when the body is overwhelmed; it reached for the nearest stable anchor.

He wondered if this was what his father felt at the end, the crushing pressure in the chest, the sudden collapse of breath, the body betraying itself. His father had died of a massive coronary at thirty seven, and now John was staring down the same corridor of fear.

And then, in a moment that felt like it belonged in a surreal comedy rather than an emergency room, two Franks came sliding into the scene. The first was John’s father, Frank, the man whose death had shaped so much of John’s life. The second was my father, also Frank who had adopted John as his son rather than his son-in-law.

They didn’t walk in. They didn’t appear in a beam of light. They slid, as if someone had greased the floor and given them both a running start. It was absurd and holy at the same time, like a sequence from a movie that shouldn’t exist but somehow does. Before I could even process what I was seeing, they slid right through me. Not around me. Not beside me. Through me!

The sensation was unmistakable, the cold rush, the displacement, the shock of being momentarily hollowed out and filled with something not you. It was the only time in my life a spirit has passed through me, and I understood instantly why it happened. They weren’t coming for me. They were coming for him.

They had knocked all the fear out of me. In an instant, the emotional circuitry that should have been firing , the terror, the urgency, the instinct to cling to him, went silent. I wasn’t standing there as a wife whose husband hovered at the threshold of one of life’s five exit points. I was standing there as an observer.

It was as if someone had lifted me out of my own body and set me just to the side, where I could see everything but couldn’t intervene. One would think I would have wanted to scream at him to stay, to fight, to choose life. But that impulse never arrived. It was displaced, suspended, as if the part of me capable of panic had been temporarily unplugged.

All I could do was watch; not frozen but emptied. A semi catatonic stillness, a state I had never experienced before and have never experienced since.

The two Franks had collided with me on their way to him, and in doing so, they had stripped away every layer of fear, attachment, and urgency. What remained was a kind of stark clarity, the clarity of someone standing at the edge of two worlds, witnessing a moment that did not belong to the living alone. I wasn’t choosing detachment. I was placed in it because this moment wasn’t mine to control. It was his.

It must be what it feels like when family members from the other side gather at the bedside of the dying; present, alert, waiting for the cue to move. There is a stillness to that moment, a suspension of ordinary time. The living feel it as a hush in the room, a softening of the air. But for those who can perceive the other side, it is a coordinated arrival. They wait for the soul’s signal, the subtle loosening, the shift in orientation, the moment when the dying person turns inward and upward at the same time. It is not a choice made with words. It is a choice made with the deepest part of the self. To stay or to go.

John hovered between worlds for two weeks as sepsis ravaged his body and his organs struggled on the edge of collapse. A quiet, persistent question, are you staying, or are you going?

I am beyond thrilled he decided to stay. Looking back, I understand why the Franks arrived the way they did, sudden, purposeful, and without ceremony. They weren’t there to frighten me or to pull him away. They were there because the threshold had opened, and family responds to thresholds the way family always has by showing up.

Perhaps this is why so many people in life altering situations describe a strange sense of shock or detachment, a feeling of being oddly calm when they “should” be terrified. Maybe they aren’t alone in those moments. Maybe their family members, the ones who have already crossed, are standing in their stead, absorbing the fear, holding the line, creating a buffer so the living can endure what the body and mind cannot process all at once. That’s what it felt like for me.

The fear didn’t disappear because I was brave. It disappeared because something, someone, stepped between me and the terror. The two Franks didn’t just arrive for John. They arrived for me too.

And when the crisis passed, when John chose to stay, when his body began the long climb back from the edge, I understood something I had never fully grasped before; the living are not the only ones who gather in moments of danger. The dead gather too; not to take, but to hold. Because in the Light, we are all Love.

04/30/2026

I was asked recently, “Why are you doing this?” as we discussed embarking on a new collaboration, and she wanted to understand what motivates me. Why does it matter to you if people move through life a little less afraid?

I do this work because I know what it feels like to awaken alone.

It’s all about the three E’s – Educate, Enlighten, Entertain.

Educate - it gives people language and structure so fear can lose its power and become something they can name and navigate.
Enlighten - The universe exceeds not just our imagination, but our capacity to imagine. Awakening isn’t optional. It’s inevitable. And it’s easier with a guide.
Entertain - Truth lands softer when the heart feels safe enough to listen, letting the learning slip past resistance through stories.

When my own activation (spontaneous awakening) happened, I could suddenly see, hear, and feel in ways I had no language for, it was deeply unsettling and it felt like there was no one out there who understood what was happening or how it made me feel. There were no teachers, no frameworks, no internet communities, and no one who could explain why my senses had expanded beyond the edges of ordinary life. The words people used like frequency, chakras, Akashic Records were spoken as if I should already understand them. I didn’t. And when I began spontaneously channeling, the only response the medical system had was to medicate me into silence.

I do this work because I know what it feels like to cross a threshold no one talks about.

When I journeyed with my mother to the other side at her passing, I thought I was the only one in the world until Dr. Raymond Moody published his book Glimpses of Eternity, stories of others who have had a Shared Death Experience. And I felt a little less alone.

Through work with hospice, I have felt the terror that slips its arms around people who stand at the edge of the greatest transition of their life without a map, without language, without someone who can say, “You’re not losing yourself; you are going home.” I learned that the Bridge of Light can show them the way back to Love.

I do this work because I have sat with hundreds of people drowning in grief, regret, and love that suddenly has nowhere to go. In those moments, all they want, all they need, is to know that their loved one is okay. Because if the person they lost is safe, at peace, and not alone… then maybe someday, they will be okay too. Most people don’t ask for cosmic truths. They ask for reassurance that the bond didn’t break.

Top questions:
• Are they okay?
• Are they with loved ones who have gone before?
• Do they know I loved them?
• Did they forgive me?
• Did they suffer?
• Can they see me now?

I teach because we are all on a journey of awakening, and it calls to us whether we feel ready or not. Awakening isn’t a trend or a philosophy; it’s an inner summons, a remembering, a pull toward who we truly are beneath the fear, the conditioning, and the noise of the world. Some people answer that call with curiosity, some with resistance, and some with terror. But the call comes for all of us.

I do this work because I became the guide I once needed, and because no one should have to walk these thresholds alone.

I am currently writing two books at the same time, writing the chapter based on what comes through on any given day.

1. Suddenly Psychic – A guide for those who are awakening, and for those who have always been gifted but didn’t realize others weren’t.
2. A Users Guide to the After Life – What life like on the other side. It’s about what comes after the stories from Life at the End of the Rainbow – What Souls Reveal about Death & What it means for the Living.

Because as Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”

04/29/2026

Why do we attract people who validate the lowest vibration we hold? Low frequencies have their own language translated by an incoherent dictionary. We attract people who validate our lowest vibration because that vibration is the one still looking for confirmation, completion, or correction. In other words, our highest vibrations are already coherent, and our lowest vibration is an open circuit looking for closure. A low vibration pattern (fear, shame, unworthiness, abandonment, self doubt, poverty) behaves like an open circuit.

A low vibration doesn’t want to stay low. It wants resolution, coherence, and integration, it wants to be healed, it is trying to complete itself so that our higher frequency can emerge. I speak and understand dozens of dialects of the Language of Light, but I can’t comprehend the language that is full of contradictions that are subject to change without notice.

Over the years I have been “accused” of being a gold-digger or even an outright thief by many people in various situations. Oddly enough, this includes the ghost prospector who still occupies the property next to ours. John and I walked the fence line one day and discussed reaching out to the current owners of the acreage to purchase the property for an expansion project. That night I was awakened by an angry ghost screaming about me being a “claim jumper”. When I tried to explain the obvious, that he was long dead, the truth would not reach his mind set or shift his belief.

The accusation is always the same archetype; “You will take what is mine.” It has never mattered to the accusers that I am abundant due to hard work and the people pleaser in me has often used that abundance to try and buy acceptance from others. I could provide receipts, documents, and overwhelming proof that I am not a thief, claim jumper, someone who steals affections, or a gold-digger, but the accusations still cropped up – abundantly.

I was born into extreme poverty and nurtured by generations of ancestors lost in the belief that prosperity was not to be trusted as it can be taken away at any time. This issue is not a “money issue,” not a “reputation issue,” and not even a “ghost issue.” It’s a frequency pattern, and the reason the accusations keep appearing even when the evidence is overwhelmingly in my favor is because the accusations were never about facts.

A frequency never lies; it is also not subject to logic. Vibration is like the scent of p**p or decaying matter to a house fly; it’s attracted to it but can’t explain why. I attract those who vibrate at a matching frequency. They “smell” the unresolved p**p still lingering from childhood and probably past lives and respond accordingly. People respond to the unresolved emotional “scent” I carry not because it defines me, but because it matches something unhealed in them. They respond to their interpretation of it, and that interpretation is shaped by their own fear.

In the time of the Spanish Inquisition, there was zero defense against being accused of being a witch. There was no proof required, and all evidence was spectral in nature; the accusation stood on its own. The accusers were not bad people; they were trying to control the fear within that would not stay silent.

We can spend our lives seeking to prove others wrong, or we can seek healing of the wounds we carry. Proving others wrong is a defense. Healing is a transformation. When we argue to win, we’re usually trying to protect a wound, pride, fear, shame, abandonment, betrayal. When we choose healing, we stop fighting the world and start tending to what’s hurting inside us. It’s not about what is “wrong” with us, but what is this situation telling us about us, what is asking to be healed.

Healing begins the moment we stop fighting ourselves. When we shift our vibration, our life rearranges itself around the new signal. People, opportunities, boundaries, and even our own thoughts start to reorganize. We start to develop a language and translation to close the open circuit. It’s not about forcing change; it’s about becoming the change. Because in the Light, We are all Love.

04/26/2026

Do angels really exist? In my experience, yes and sort of. Angel has become a catch-all phrase for any experience that involves assistance from human to spiritual or unseen assistance.

Just like everything in life, the topic is subject to opinion, influenced by our personal beliefs and experiences and sheltered by our need to believe. They’re simply different interpretive frameworks for the same category of encounter, contact with something that assists, guides, or intervenes in a moment of need.

Calling the host of helpers by one name shrinks the infinite possibilities to one manageable narrative. When we collapse a vast ecosystem of helpers, intelligences, and presences into a single word like “angel,” we make the infinite digestible, but we also make it smaller than it actually is. The unseen world doesn’t operate on our need for simplicity.

Every time I think I have reached the limits of how many helpers inhabit the unseen universe, another shows up. Every time our frequency shifts; through healing, grief, initiation, or simple maturation we become compatible with a new category of helper. New helpers reveal themselves as a reflection of our own expansion.

Encounters with loving being of Light (angels) are always transformative whether they show up in a moment of need or to comfort us when we are lost in grief. When a loving being of Light enters the field, something in us reorganizes, expands, and lifts. There is a new level of attunement. It’s physics of consciousness. A loving Light being carries a higher coherence, a stabilizing frequency, a non judgmental presence, a clarity that dissolves distortion, and a remembrance of who we actually are.

When I begin any session or walk into my personal meditation I invite everyone. Over the years my invocation has grown from calling all angels and source to “Calling all angels, archangels, masters and ascended masters, guides and guardians, ancestors, all other loving beings of light, the mother father source, divine self, keepers of the Akash and Blueprints to be present now, working in us, through us and around us and for us. It’s a mouthful. But just like a huge wedding with a large number of guests, you get more gifts.

What I currently understand about the nature of helpers, would fill six volumes, but in this moment, what is important, is that we keep reaching for the “stars”. Frequency is the beacon. Vibration is the invitation. As our frequency rises, the universe reveals more of itself not because it was hiding, but because we finally vibrate at a level where we can see, feel, and know.

Does that mean that when we feel alone, depressed, abandoned, the guides and angels also ignore us? In the darkest moments, they often draw closer, not farther. The feeling of abandonment is a human experience, not a spiritual reality. We can feel completely lost and disconnected however our perception is not the measure of their presence.

In crisis, the helpers don’t retreat. They surround, but our system is too overwhelmed to register the subtle. It’s like being wrapped in a blanket while shivering, you don’t feel the warmth until the shaking stops. Frequency determines perception, not presence. We are ALL connected.

As humans we think that a brain cell is different from the cells of the bones in our big toe. But drop something on our big toe and we find out very quickly that they are connected. A brain cell feels the injury of a big toe. A big toe alerts the entire system. The body doesn’t debate whether it’s “connected.” It responds as one organism. The universe works the same way, what affects one affects all.

Sometimes pain reveals connection more clearly than peace. Helpers, guides, ancestors, beings of Light, feel the shift instantly, the way a nervous system feels the toe. They don’t withdraw. They converge.

Angels and guides are not omnipotent. They are not here to control our lives, but to walk beside us as we learn to shape our own. The universe is not a puppet show; it’s a co-creation imbued with free will.

The angels and guides offer us the opportunity to share their wisdom and experience as teachers and helpers on the road to remembering our own radiance. When we receive a graduation certificate, it is our name engraved on the document, not the name of our instructors.

Angels, guides, and spirit helpers are not something to be worshipped. They are an extension of who we are. They are companions who’ve walked farther along the evolutionary arc and now turn back to help those still navigating density. They don’t want followers, they want partners. We are meant to learn with them, collaborate with them, and grow into the Light they already see in us.

Because in the Light, We are All Love.

04/20/2026

Where else would we live? Land of Enchantment!

04/19/2026

Why do we instantly blame ourselves and our actions when things don't go the way we want? Why are all the answers to the BIG questions held until the Life Review after we die? I personally think we should have access to that critical information in the here and now when it would be helpful.

When we cross to the other side, there is a two-stage process that occurs. First there is a “download” of information that answers every question we ever had in life. Not just a yes or no response, but a full understanding and background of what led to the question in the first place. Second is the Life Review which is a deep dive into every moment we experienced in this lifetime.

The Life Review is an amazing interactive experience. We can stop the playback at any moment and step into it to understand why we felt the way we did and understand the actions and reactions of the other participants. We can see and feel the ripples of our presence on the planet.

What I find interesting is that we are never judged. There is no being on a throne judging us, and we are not judging ourselves. The process is and will always be one of grace, learning and understanding. If no one, including ourselves is judging us, why do we do it with such gusto now? Most important is that we see the truth of every moment. On the other side, judgment is impossible because truth is instantaneous. Here, judgment thrives because truth is slow.

Judgment is the minds way of filling in the blanks for which we do not have context. Someone once told me that they had a habit of rewriting history based on how the experience made them feel rather than what actually occurred. At that point, their “history” was a real to them as anything written in a book.

The brain doesn’t store a moment like a camera. It stores the emotional charge, the perceived threat, the meaning we assigned, the story that made us feel safest at the time. Then, years later, when we revisit the memory, the mind reconstructs the “facts” around the emotional residue. Because emotion is the only part of the experience the body considers real enough to store.

On the other side, this mechanism disappears, because the soul doesn’t rely on partial information, emotional residue, survival narratives, inherited stories. It sees the whole picture at once. There is no need to reconstruct anything. There is no missing context to fill. There is no emotional distortion to correct. Judgment can’t exist where nothing is hidden.

I am certain the questions I have will show up in my initial download, but it seems to me in this weird design flaw we should be able to access the information in the here and now. It would certainly make my life easier. How can we access the full narrative? How can we stop filling in the blanks with “me” statements?

How do we tell if what we think we know is truth, partial truth, or emotional residue?

If any statement arrives on the wings of judgement and includes any version of you, your worth, your safety, your identity, it is emotional residue and not based in truth. Truth does not judge, it understands. Emotional residue is fast, loud, and absolute, it arrives like a reflex, not a memory. Emotional residue feels like a verdict, it arrives with a conclusion already baked in. “I did something wrong!”

In sessions I can walk through someone’s memory (as if it was the Life Review) and see the full story of what occurred. The challenge with this is not the ability to do it, it’s with getting the client to accept the updated version. Accepting the new version requires grief, because it means the suffering wasn’t necessary, the self‑blame was misplaced, the years spent carrying the wound were based on a misunderstanding. That realization brings grief. Most people would rather keep the wound than feel the grief. Oddly enough, I don’t do this nearly enough for myself until I am writing.

Perhaps it’s time to start questioning those moments and how they made us feel and perhaps mentally “role play” those moments as if you were standing in the Life Review theater. It’s important to shift the vantage point from which the moment is viewed. That shift in vantage point is what transforms the memory. Don’t force a new story. Let the truth reveal itself. The only being on a throne judging us, is us. Perhaps its time to retire the crown.

Ask; “What would the version of me who already knows the whole story say about this moment?” Because in the End, Only the Love Remains.

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04/16/2026

I am frequently asked “what happens to the souls of the unborn children?” Both of my daughters are Rainbow babies, born after the loss of a pregnancy.

Our youngest daughter started life in rare fashion as a Superfetation pregnancy, meaning she and her twin were conceived two weeks apart. Twins don’t run in my family, they gallop.

I was sitting in the car when my water broke, and so much grief, hope, and fear all tangled together raced through my being. I was experiencing my third pregnancy loss.

I rode to the military hospital in Stuttgart Germany in a WW2 ambulance lost in a world of physical and emotional pain. The challenge with being psychic, you know when new life sparks and when it departs, and yet I didn’t understand what I was feeling, Loss and Life seemed to coexist in the same space.

Multiple doctors entered my hospital room, and they were exchanging glances as if they were about to explain I was pregnant with an alien baby. I had indeed suffered a miscarriage; however, tests showed I was also still pregnant. I was told I would likely also lose the second child. I instructed them to do whatever was necessary to fight for this child. It’s the kind of moment that collapses your world into a single instinct, protect the life that’s still holding on.

Our daughter miraculously entered the world heathy and full term. She was completely different than her older sister. She would play by herself for hours, just chattering away to what appeared to be herself.

We never told her about the brother who had all too briefly shared her world. One day when she was about three years old, I asked her who she was talking to and playing with. With the remarkable innocence of a child she said as if it should be obvious, “Michael, my brother.” She never knew he existed or that we would have named him Marco.

Some souls come into the world in a brief incarnation to create shift and send ripples through the timeline. Whether we interpret it through spirituality, psychology, or symbolism, the emotional weight is the same: his brief existence mattered, and it left an imprint.

Michael has continued to grow alongside his sister. Periodically on Mother’s Day I will see “my three sons” on the other side. Beautiful, handsome, and full grown. They have been securely held by our love; past, present, and future.

Losing a child, whether during pregnancy or after birth, isn’t something a person simply “gets over.” It reshapes you. It leaves a silence where there should have been breath, a weight where there should have been warmth. Nothing anyone says can erase that, and it’s important to acknowledge that truth rather than try to soften it.

The loss of a child or any life is not a punishment; it is a shift point. A loss changes the trajectory of a family. It alters how you love, how you fear, how you hope. It reshapes the way you move through the world. That’s a shift, not a judgment.

All souls volunteer to come here, some for a lifetime, some for a moment. We acquire new context only after being broken open; grief doesn’t ask permission, and it doesn’t follow rules. It arrives with its own weight, its own timeline, its own shape. You can’t measure it or compare it or reason it away.

Some pine species need fire for their cones to open. The heat that seems like it should destroy them is actually what allows new life to emerge. It doesn’t make the fire good, and it doesn’t make the loss any less real. It just acknowledges that devastation and renewal can exist in the same story.

Loss pushes us in a different direction, not as a neat lesson or a silver lining, but as a recognition of how profoundly grief reshapes a life. Loss doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t wait until we’re ready. It arrives like a rupture, and afterward nothing fits quite the same way. Even though we don’t choose the loss, we do eventually choose what direction we move in because of it. Not immediately, not cleanly, not without pain, but over time, the experience becomes part of the architecture of who we are.

In the end, only the Love remains.

04/11/2026

The things that keep me awake at night are probably a little different than the average person. Last night it was the question, “Why do those who have just vacated their physical body always come to their new awareness in a standing position?”.

When I see a “playback” of a soul’ crossing, they are always in a standing position, regardless of their position at death. It doesn’t matter if they died peacefully in bed, in a chair, by the side of the road after a car crash, they all are in a standing position when they become aware that something has changed. They are flooded with a fullness; transitioned to a state of awareness that cannot be contained in a physical body.

Standing is the closest energetic equivalent to “neutral.” It’s the baseline from which the soul begins to understand its new state. Lying down or sitting are the positions of waiting and immobility. Posture is not just physical, it’s symbolic, energetic, and directional.

When souls become aware that something has changed, what they notice is not what you would expect. They don’t speak of the absence of pain, fear, infirmities or even death, they speak of an incredible lightness of being. A feeling of something so familiar, as if they had never been “away”. When the physical body falls away, the soul doesn’t begin by noticing what is gone. It’s not that they don’t remember any of those experiences, it’s that they are no longer relevant.

Souls don’t notice what has stopped. They notice what has returned. They don’t speak of death, as death is a physical event. The soul doesn’t experience it as an ending. It experiences it as a shift in orientation. The restoration of what was always there.

Souls stand with their backs turned to the physical body just vacated. They have zero connection to a collection of bones and skin. They are connected to the love that caused the arms to reach out to hold another, not to the actual appendages. The soul doesn’t reject the body; it simply no longer fits inside it.

Those who remain behind will often project their fear, suffering and loss on the one who has left. When someone dies, the living rarely see the one who has crossed. They see their own rupture. If we are suffering, how can the departed not be in the same state? Because we are not yet able to stand in our own fullness, we project our fragmentation onto the one who has just stepped into wholeness. The soul is not carrying what the living are carrying.

Projection is a form of love trying to find a place to land. It’s a very human emotion. Grief is love’s calling card. It asks us to resolve the unresolvable. Heal what we fear cannot be healed. Grief is not the opposite of love. It is the echo of love. Grief is the evidence that love existed.

Maybe the question came to me, because in these confusing times, perhaps we should simply stand to gain greater perspective. Souls stand when they awaken. Humans collapse when they are overwhelmed. Maybe the invitation is to remember that standing is not a posture of the body, it’s a posture of consciousness.

You may ask about the little ones, whose legs have never stood. They are carried on the wings of angels and Beings of Light, to rest in the arms of Love. In the end, Only the Love remains.