Real Intuition Readings

I would like to start off by telling you a little (okay a lot) about me.  Because I feel like the relationship between a person and their reader is a very personal and important aspect of life, I ask that you read my story before requesting a reading.  I want you to be as comfortable as possible when we begin our readings.  This will allow you to open up to me more, therefore allowing me to pick up on the most important messages that you need to receive.  In order for you to be comfortable, I feel that you need to know as much about me, what I do and how I do it as possible.  Choosing a reader should not be taken lightly.  It is a very personal and long term relationship, so please feel free to email me any questions you may have.

When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend named Julie.  Everybody thought that it was very cute, and expected me to outgrow Julie when I got older.  When I was ten, and still setting places for Julie at the dining table, my parents started to worry.  They demanded that I quit talking to the air, and wouldn't let me play with Julie anymore.  I started to worry that there was something wrong with me, because by that time there were lots of other things that were happening to me that I was afraid to tell anybody.  I started seeing other people besides Julie.  These people never spoke to me, though.  They always just kind of stared at me like they expected me to do something.  I tried my best to ignore them, but it wasn't long before I had convinced myself that I was crazy.  Then, the week after I turned eleven, the most amazing thing happened.  They started to talk to me.  I was in bed, and I felt somebody looking at me.  I opened my eyes to find a beautiful blond girl of about four watching me.  She pulled her hands out from behind her back and held a small box out to me.  I wasn't afraid, or even wary, of reaching out to take the box from her.  Before my hands reached the box, it changed into a red flower.  I pulled my hand back, and looked up at her.  The giggle that escaped from her was instantly smothered by her chubby little hand.  "It's mine,"  she whispered to me before she disappeared.  I turned to see Julie by my door.  She smiled at me and walked out.  It was the last time I ever saw her.  For the next couple of months, these people that I saw spoke to me in short two or three word sentences.  None of it was profound or earth-shattering, just everyday jibber jabber.  Over time, the images of these people began to fade, until they disappeared completely when I was thirteen.  Their voices remained, though, and I hear them to this day.  Sometimes I think I've seen one of them, but they are gone before I can process it. 

Around the time that they all faded from sight,  my cousin come to visit.  As she sat talking to my parents one evening, I received a picture in my head of her very pregnant.  Understand that at this time she may have weighed 100 lbs. soaking wet, so there was no reason for me to picture her huge.  I knew, with absolute certainty, that she was pregnant.  I told her so, and was promptly reprimanded and sent to my room for being so rude.  Eight and a half months later she gave birth to a baby boy.  As I stood there with my family staring at him through the window in the hospital, it took biting my tongue to keep from saying, "I told you so."  Nobody ever brought up the fact that I told them this before my cousin ever even knew she was pregnant, but that is when my parents started paying more attention to the things I said.

It went on like this for a couple of years.  I would get a flash of picture, color or sound when I was talking to somebody.  When I would talk to them about it, they would be amazed.  "How did you know that?" they would ask me, with a strange look on their face.  Or, on more and more frequent occasions, I would have a dream about somebody.  One of these dreams will always be with me, because it ended in a horrible tragedy that I still feel guilty about to this day.  I awoke from a dream in which I was riding in the passenger seat of a car.  I looked over and saw a young man driving whom I had never met before.  We laughed together, and I felt the goodness in him so strongly that I started to cry.  He handed me a tissue to dry my eyes, but when I tried to give it back to him I saw that he was dead in the driver's seat.  He was torn to shreads, but his eyes were still open staring at me.  The car had stopped, and I climbed out to find that it had crashed into a tree while I had been drying my eyes.  I screamed and awoke from the dream with a name on my lips.  I had never heard the name before, so I didn't even know where to begin trying to find this person who had come to mean so much to me in the short time we spent together in my dream.  I called everybody I knew, asking if the name was familiar.  Finally, a friend of mine told me that he knew Eric R----.  I was so relieved.  I told my friend to please warn him to be careful driving.  He promised he would, but I'm not sure whether he really did.  One week to the day after I had that dream, my friend called me to tell me that Eric R---- had been decapitated when his car smashed into a tree the night before. 

I could give you so many more examples of this:  the dreams I had of my mother and father in law before they passed away, the dreams that told my I was pregnant and that I would have to have an emergency C-section.  It has become a part of my life.  I no longer run from my feelings or visions.  I never ignore them.  I consider it an honor that I have been given this gift, and I intend to do with it what I feel should be done:  help everybody that I can to lead richer, fuller, happier lives by sharing my visions with them.

I thank you for reading my story.  I hope that you are closer to making that all important decision of choosing your reader.  If you still feel led in my direction, I ask that you read the list of questions that I am most frequently asked about how a reading works, and what I will be able to answer for you.