Intruder Alert! What to Do When a Spirit Intrudes

Shortly after my client had her reading with me, she sent me this email:

“I woke up this morning way before I had to get up and was terrified—somebody was in my bed “spooning” me!

“At first, I thought I had a night mare or that it just felt like it. When I was completely awake, I still felt the person holding me and felt the warm body pressed against me. I was scared to move or breathe.

“I could not figure out why my burglar alarm did not go off. And why would somebody break in to spoon me?

“I was scared what would happen if the person woke up, but I finally decided to move just a little bit. As soon as I got away from that person, the person disappeared.

“I have never had an experience like this before. Did one of my helpers from the other side cross my boundaries? I hope that never happens again.”

And here is my response:

Wow, that IS creepy!

I’m sorry you’ve had this happen. I’ll tell you a couple of things that I hope will help.

Of course, when you thought it was a living person, that was more scary than thinking a “ghost” or spirit was there. And I’m so glad you’re safe and it wasn’t a living person.

Now. The next thing you need to know is that there is nothing in the non-physical that can hurt you in the physical. In other words, a “ghost” or spirit can’t choke you or hit you over the head with something.

So. I suggest you do this: Sit or lie on your bed and address this entity. It was probably someone you knew who has passed away, a boyfriend or husband, or it could have been an earth-bound spirit or “ghost” who thought you were someone he knew. Either way, you address this being thus:

“Hello. This morning when you lay behind me, you really frightened me. I’m sure you didn’t mean me any harm, but I was very afraid. Will you please not frighten me anymore?”

You may want to add something like, “If you need my help, please let me know in some way that I can understand and I will help you if I can. Otherwise, please leave me alone.”

Speak lovingly. I’ve told people for years to speak to it in love and it will transform or go away.

If it ever happens again, say, “There is only love here. God loves you. Please do not visit me again.”

I hope this helps. Please do let me know if anything further happens and I will do my best to help you. I can also refer you to someone to do a clearing of your house, if you need that.

 

 

Anatomy of a Reading with Psychic Susan K

You may have read my FAQs and/or my “What to Expect”. And no doubt you have read this somewhere on my site:

In your reading with me, you will experience:

  • Communication with your late loved ones (“RIPs”)
  • Predictions of what is to come in the Big Four – Work, Health, Love, and Money
  • Validation (or contradiction) of what you already know (or think you know)
  • Information to help you in all your relationships–with family, friends, and bosses, as well as love interests
  • Insight into what you WILL do, not what you SHOULD do (although, honestly, sometimes I tell you what you SHOULD do anyway, either because I can’t help it or because it will lead you to what you WILL do)
  • Angel cards thrown and interpreted by Yours Truly to confirm what we have talked about

And here’s what you will NOT experience in a reading with me:

  • Bullshit
  • Religion or info about God or angels that is not useful to you
  • Vague answers, such as “Archangel Michael is with you in this situation”
  • Guilt or shame from your late loved ones–or me
  • Exposure of some deep, dark secret–or even shallow ones–that you don’t want to discuss
  • Threats of curses and demands for more money
  • Scary stuff

Now let me walk you through an actual reading, just like we were working together one-on-one.

I start by asking your date of birth, because I know about “—–” this much about astrology, and that is sometimes useful as I work with you. I also like to know how old you are, so that I have some idea of your frame of reference in this life. For example, were you an original “women’s libber” back in the ’60’s and ’70’s? Or were you one of my corporate contemporaries in the ’80’s and ’90’s? Did you grow up with the Beatles or the Spice Girls? Were you a victim of the real estate and savings and loan crashes of the ’80’s or a beneficiary of the tech boom in the ’90’s? These things inform your life and personality, so they’re helpful for me to know.

Next, I describe what we are going to do, and then we do it. We start with Your Color Snapshot. This is something that is unique to me as a psychic medium. I started out, way back in 2005, reading my clients’ chakras. I had done quite a bit of study about chakras and I based my original practice on my ability to visualize them and receive information based on that visualization. I also wrote my meditation guide with an emphasis on chakras. Each chakra is associated with a color, and I did a lot of work on the Colors of Energy (I have a blog category just on that.)

As I read for more people, the colors became deeply ingrained in my intuition. By looking psychically at your energy, I see colors–usually in geometric shapes, around your body. When I apply my medical intuition to your physical body, I also see colors in different areas.

I always take notes during a reading. It’s hard for me not to, actually. When I work with a group, I love to have a white board or a notepad on an easel to draw what I am seeing psychically and to make notes. I scan in these notes after a reading and send them to you. Years ago, I found out that we all learn better in color, and I started taking my notes for readings with colored pens. I would ask the client’s A&G’s (Angels & Guides) what color to write in. Eventually, my pens ran out of ink, but I kept asking for that color–and that became the Color Snapshot.

In my pre-reading meditation for your reading, when I call in your A&G’s and mine, and request “everyone who has our best interests at heart” to join us, I also ask what the color is for for you on that day. This color is associated with specific parts of your life, just like the chakras, and there is usually a directive that comes with it from your A&G’s.

After the Color Snapshot, we talk to your RIPs. These are your loved ones who have passed away. If I have not seen or noticed one or more RIPs in my pre-reading meditation, I ask you if there is anyone you want to talk to (first name and relationship to you), I call them up on the Heaven Phone, and we go from there. I typically will confirm we have the right person by identifying personality, physical appearance, and/or events that pertain to you. Then they might give you a specific message and/or you can ask them questions and I convey their answers.

Please know that there is no requirement to participate in this part of the reading. If you are not interested for any reason, we just skip it. Some readings are spent almost entirely with the RIP section, and that’s fine too. I customize each reading to your specific needs at the time.

Next, we answer your questions. Whatever is going on in your life, that’s what we talk about. People typically ask about their job, their marriage, their money, and/or their health, but nothing is really off limits. If you don’t have any questions or anything going on, I simply look at your energy and tell you what is going on. For example, I recently saw a yellow rectangle coming in to my client’s jaw on each side of her head. That probably means nothing to you at face value. But from looking at that, I could tell her that she was about to expand her intellect, either with school/classes or other study, and she would be impressing upon someone else (or more than one person), as well as herself, about her intellect and worthiness–such as to be promoted at work or to support her husband.

This is how I communicate with and receive information from your A&G’s and mine. I tell you WHAT is coming and, if I can, WHEN, and I advise you on how to make things happen more smoothly or how to avoid something you don’t want. Yes, I DO predict the future, because that is what I DO!

I am also really good at looking at the people in your life and telling you what you don’t know about them. In this way, I facilitate your communication and ability to improve those relationships. Can I tell you if your husband is cheating? Yes. Can I tell you if you are going to stay married whether he’s cheating or not? Yes. Can I tell you what to do about it? Yes. Can I tell you if you are going to win the lottery…? Sure—if you actually are!

Finally, I throw a few angel or oracle cards to confirm what we have talked about and to make sure we haven’t missed anything important. This is a meaningful part of the reading, because it helps you to know that I am really conveying the messages that Spirit or your A&G’s are trying to get to you.

You’ll find testimonials all over this website. But generally, here’s how you’ll feel after a reading with me:

  • that you’ve received validation of (or contradiction of) what you already thought was best for you
  • relieved regarding your RIP/s
  • joyful and possibly healed from connecting with your RIP/s
  • armed with new information about your living loved ones (and maybe one or two you don’t love)
  • relieved from worry about “stuff” that’s going on
  • reassured about good things coming up
  • surprised or even skeptical over predictions–save my notes for when those come true!
  • awed regarding what you learn about Heaven and your RIP/s
  • lighter in your heart and in your energy, cleaner and clearer
  • like your fears have been alleviated

When we are done, I scan in my notes and email them to you for your use and future reference. I do not usually look back at notes from previous readings I have had with you, and the information tends to flow through me, so I don’t always remember. I purposely do not review before your next reading so that I am reading for you here and now. I do have people say, “Last time you said such-and-such. Do you see that having changed?” The answer to that is almost always “No”, but you are welcome to ask any questions you may have from previous readings.

In short, a reading with me is meaningful, inspiring, reassuring, helpful, informative, entertaining, and often very emotional. I can’t wait to work with you!

Did I Go Too Far?

beachy keen hearts richFrom time to time, I have a little convo with my (or someone else’s) angels or with a deceased person, and then I might feel inclined to share the information I have received with the person or persons who might benefit from said information.

However, I am not always confident that sharing is the right thing to do. And I do tend to err on the side of… whatever is the opposite of caution.

Not long ago, Jane passed away. I didn’t really know Jane all that well, but she was a fixture in my life, the same way that many people from my hometown are. When we were kids, we went to the same church. My sister and Jane were the same age. Jane’s parents were friends with my parents. Naturally, we had mutual friends and–well, we just knew each other. We were lifelong friends, even if we didn’t call and visit each other. And she was a really neat lady. Her untimely death was very sad.

As Jane lay dying of cancer, she was enrolled in hospice care and remained at home with her family. I was talking to my dad about Jane’s situation one day, and I was thinking about her. That evening, I “tuned in” to Jane and asked how she was doing. I imagined she was in a coma or possibly heavily medicated, but the first thing she showed me was herself in heaven, “blissfully happy”, she said, and surrounded by beauty and nature. I have on occasion seen people who are near death, in a coma, or very old, who seem to “visit” the Other Side ahead of their actual passing. It is similar to what you have probably heard of: a dying person being “visited” by loved ones who have already passed. Thus, I didn’t find her appearance in heaven to be exceptional.

Since I believed her to still be with us, I asked if there was anything she needed or that I could help with. She showed me a small object under her bed, it looked like a white cup, and she indicated she would like for it to be returned to its owner. I imagined calling her husband, whom I have met perhaps once, and telling him this. Even if he believed me, I imagined him saying, “It’s a rented hospital bed. There’s nothing under it.” Then I would say, “But Jane insists–maybe it belongs to the previous occupant of the bed–I don’t know, but she insists.”

The next day, I saw on Facebook that Jane had died the preceding morning, the morning before I communicated with her in the evening. “So she really was already in heaven,” I realized. (This gives you an idea of how mediumship can be confusing without someone to bounce it off of.) I sent a private message to Jane’s best friend, Karyn, telling her what I just told you above. Facebook shows when a private message has been seen, and Karyn saw it, but she didn’t respond.

I started to think that I might have overstepped my bounds. Maybe I was out of line to just throw that information at Karyn, whom I knew about as well as I had known Jane; that is, not very well. I knew Karyn had grown up Catholic–maybe what I said about being able to communicate with Jane was offensive to her, maybe she thought mediumship was heretical or diabolical! I really hoped I had not offended her. The work I do is always meant to comfort, enlighten, and heal, never to hurt. (And yes, there is the entertainment factor, but that’s another umpteen stories.)

Fast forward a few days to Jane’s funeral. Karyn gave a beautiful eulogy about her best friend of 40 years. The entire audience were moved to laughter and tears by the tender, amusing, and heart-rending stories Karyn shared. At the very end, Karyn said, “And finally, I have it from a very reliable source that Jane is now ‘blissfully happy’.”

I am misty even now, writing this story. I knew because of that that I had done the right thing, to share the information that would heal and help. Thank you, Jane, for talking to me and for guiding me to bring friends together.

Do you think I went too far? Please share your thoughts in the comments below.

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How Do I Do It?

Psychic Fly on the Psychic Wall

At the very end of the reading, I asked the client, is there anything else you need to know?fly

She said, “Just if there is anything else, maybe that I don’t even know to ask.”

I felt around psychically, like I do, and got a clear picture of a button AND the WORD “button”. I told her about that, then added,

“It could be a name.

Yes, is there someone at your work who is called button?”

Yes. Yes, there is. And the person’s LAST NAME is BUTTON.

I am crapping you negative.

What the heck? How bizarre is this ability that I have been blessed with?

One of the questions a lot of people ask me is, “How do you receive information?”

Maybe you’ve heard of the “clairs”:

Clairvoyant

Clairaudient

Clairsentient

Claircognizant

I am all of those psychic “clairs” and more. But I find it is easier to understand when I just say it like I feel it.

I see pictures in my mind’s eye. If I told you to close your eyes and picture… oh, the first school you went to, you would conjure up that image, right? (I know that not everyone is good at visualization, but I do think you’ll understand what I mean.)

That’s how it is when I am working, except I am not coming up with the pictures–they are being put there. By whom? Well, first, the people who have passed away and are now in heaven, my clients’ RIPs.

Besides their pictures, the other ones come from… I honestly don’t know. I like to think they are from the clients’ angels/guides and mine, but maybe they are straight out of the clients’ memories or from the energy of the objects and people they have known. Or somewhere/someone else.

I also “hear” in my “mind’s ear”, in the same way you might get a song stuck in your head. And I get feelings, and “movies” play in my head, and many times, I just have thoughts that turn out to be pertinent.

Many years of practice have allowed me to interpret these images, words, thoughts, movies, and feelings. It’s been a long time since I have had to ask those Powers That Be (angels/guides, energy, etc.) to help me understand what they are showing me.

But HERE IS WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND:

I can’t do any of it without a living person to pull it through. The clients always help me figure out what these messages mean to THEM.

Yes, I can and do often talk to my own Powers That Be, and that is when I pull energy and information through myself–or I will focus on someone else. (And yes, there are also times when I have a dream or other vision that comes to me unbidden.)

But this kind of work is very collaborative, and that makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? We are all working together to learn what we came here to learn and to get the messages we need, as well as to help everyone around us get their own messages.

An elaborate and intricate tapestry, that’s what it is. Namaste.

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Buttercups from the Beyond

buttercupMy step-mother, Jean, passed away in January, 2016, after a long illness. My father was her primary care-giver, so her passing, in addition to bringing great sorrow, was a relief, not only to her, but also to my dad and all the family.

In the days following my step-mom’s death, I attempted to contact her. At first, I was just walking to my car and reached out to say a tentative hello. She answered that she would be happy to talk to me later, but she was really busy at the moment. I told my dad and my step-sister. They exchanged a smile and said simultaneously, “Paperwork!”

Later, I had a quiet moment to ask if I could visit with Jean. She showed up in a garden filled with flowers. She wore the pink dress she wore when she married my dad, almost 30 years prior, and she perched gracefully on a swing whose ropes were entwined with spring blossoms. She smiled at me. “Have you met my little boy?” she asked me, gesturing to the six-year-old blond boy standing beside her.

(My step-brother, Ed, passed away in 1995. I believe that six years old must have been her favorite age for Ed. I also believe that she actually died of a broken heart–it just took twenty years to kill her.)

I asked how she was doing and if she had anything for me to relay to my father. She said everything was wonderful and she was really happy there in her garden. Then, she held out a pink evening primrose, known colloquially as a buttercup, which is a pretty little wildflower that grows, along with bluebonnets and a wide array of other blooms, all over Texas in the spring. She pushed it toward me, and I felt like I was watching her on a screen. The buttercup came toward the camera and filled the frame. Jean said, “Be sure to tell your daddy about this. It’s very important.” (She always referred to my dad as “your daddy” when she talked to me.)

I recounted all of this to my dad, who listened enrapt. At the end, I asked, “Does the buttercup mean something to you?” He shook his head. “No. I can’t think of a thing.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “It will mean something.”

In the last long and dreary months of her life, Jean had directed my dad in constructing a garden in their backyard. He knew nothing about gardens and flowers, but she told him what would look good and how to get it done. She loved flowers. I’ve often sat in that garden with my dad, both before and after Jean’s passing, enjoying the fruits of her designs.

Daddy and I both thought that maybe buttercups would grow in that garden in the spring that followed, and that would be the message from Jean that my dad was craving. Spring came early and flowers bloomed, but no buttercups appeared in Jean’s garden at my dad’s house.

Every once in awhile, I would ask, “Have you seen the buttercup yet?” No, no buttercups yet. And I would assure him again, “Don’t worry. You’ll find it.”

One day in March, Daddy drove up into East Texas to do some work. (Yes, he still works at 80 years old! Drives too!) He was enjoying his “new life”, one unburdened by care-giving in which he was free to work and play and make his way, and he was wise enough to appreciate it without guilt. The bluebonnets, Texas’ token flower, distributed across the state thanks to efforts by our First Lady, Lady Bird Johnson, decades ago, were in full glory. The azaleas were past their peak, but the other wildflowers were making their way amongst the grasses and bluebonnets, as well.

Daddy came to a curve in the highway, and there was a tall embankment in front of him as he approached it, filling his windshield, just as Jean’s buttercup had filled my vision. It was blanketed in wildflowers. He saw how beautiful it was and thought, “This has been painted just for me by the Loving Artist. This is my New Life, full of wonder and opportunity and love.”

And then he saw it. Nestled amongst the bluebonnets, unmistakably and insistently blooming, there grew a two-foot circle of pink blossoms–solid buttercups.