Thursday, February 22, 2007


Sometimes it happens that I get weird messages from Spirit. I’m an All-On psychic. I don’t turn it off. It’s a 24/7 connection. I can’t tell who I’m talking to, but my own rule is that I speak with my guide. Others are welcome to pop in, but they can’t jerk me around. That said the rules are broken all the time.

It doesn’t bother me when the weird things happen. It’s not frightening to me, at least, it hasn’t been so far. It’s especially interesting to me to watch the crime shows my husband loves to watch. I get to talk to the dead people the shows are about. They’re all pretty cool. But, the exchanges are all very non-involved. Nothing anxious. It’s like two people at the library standing together looking at the stacks of books. “I’ve really enjoyed what this guy has written.” “Yes, I read something by him a few months ago.” It’s a non-event. It’s blah. It’s what I do. Blah. Psychic Blah.

It’s almost like you want to speak quietly when a deer wanders into the park. You don’t want to scare them off. But, it isn’t even like that for me. In the beginning it was, but not anymore. No, it’s just life. My life as a psychic. I don’t like to tell people what to do. Well, not from the psychic end of things. Personally, I’ve got all sorts of opinions and helpful suggestions. But, let me look at you. Let me put out the psychic feelers. Let me try to “see” you in another way.

Okay, let’s try it. I haven’t done this for awhile. Seeing as how I’m sitting here with my eyes closed writing this at my computer it’s going to be a little difficult to come up with somebody on such a short notice. So, I’ll do it on somebody in my head.

Weird. What can I say. Anyway, here goes.

Okay, who will be my person?


And, you are?

I am a little girl. Well, not so little anymore, but I was when I died.


Let me see what I can say about you. You have your dog.


You’re about 20, no older than that 27.


You’re not just saying that are you?


You know this is a little weird. You really could just be saying those things.

So what?

Well, you have a point.

Okay, so we’ve determined you’re 27 now. You were 6 when you died. Your hair fell out. Cancer. Bone cancer.

You did have strawberry blond hair. It was long and wispy. Now, it is auburn and much thicker. But, when you died you were bald. You are very calm now. I would say you are happy. You’ve got freckles across your nose. They are almost raised up. Stamps. You liked to look at your father’s stamps. All the pretty colors. You especially liked the stamps of birds. Your brother. His name was Adam. Did I get that right? Adam? Please don’t tell me good enough. It’s very hard for me to do names. Now, I’m getting Sam. I don’t know which it is. Alan? No, Adam. I keep coming back to a dog. The dog is with you. The dog died before you did. You could feel him pushing against your hand when you awakened from death. It was good.

You’re welcome. Hey, thanks for helping me.

I should make a note about the ages of folks I encounter on the psychic planes. They age differently. It’s like the lady above died at 6 but became 27. I don’t understand it. So, it wasn’t 21 years ago that she died…it could have been 6 month’s ago. Someone else talking to her would probably “see” her differently.


Jennifer said...

I found your blog via Blog Explosion. Interesting post. Actually I've always been fascinated by this type of thing and wonder if it is something that can develop over time? Or is it something you are born with?

The reason I ask, is that I've been hearing the odd voice. Um. That felt weird to type. I was preparing my work space for a client (I'm a therapist) and I heard a male voice speaking. But I couldn't make out what he was saying. I know I was alone. I think the weirdest thing is that it didn't freak me out like I thought something like that would.

Lady Skye Fyre said...

Hi. Sorry for not getting back to you sooner. Interesting you posted on 2/22. That was the number I began seeing when I first went "psychic". I think everybody has the aptitude to do the psychic thing. Some of us experience things when we are younger but don't realize what is going on. I was like that. Little hits of ESP every few years or so, but nothing really consistent.

Eventually I determined that I wanted to talk to my spirit guide. I didn't realize it was called channeling. I had no idea that I'd eventually become a medium either. It just all sort of happened with one development after another.

In the beginning I heard the voices as if they were standing next to me. It didn't take long and the voices became more telepathic, but in the beginning it was really disconcerting to hear somebody saying something, turn around and nobody was there.

I've got another blog where I talk to folks who are learning how to channel. It's