by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary, Your Life
Something fun happened at the coffee shop today. My psychicking world crossed over into my coffee-schlepping world. We have a regular whose name is Elaine. For the first time, as I was getting her coffee, I heard (in my mind’s ear) “Lainy”. So I kind of asked, in my psychic way, what that was. And it was her late mom, who called her that when she was a child!
So I went to Elaine and said, “Hey, your mom used to call you Lainy!” And she was startled–she said, “How did you know that?” And I said, “She just told me.”
Elaine said, “Who told you?” I said, “Your mom. She said to tell you hi.”
Elaine kind of glanced over her shoulders, as if she might be on a hidden camera. “What’s going on?” I said, “I’m a medium! And your mom says hi.”
Elaine was very touched and said she wanted to talk to me some more later. She said, “I’ll have some questions for you, but that’s probably not how it works, is it?”
“YES, IT IS!” I replied.
And here’s my question for you
If someone said something like that to you, what would you think? If I walked up to you and said, for example, “Your grandma says to say hello to you, her polka-dot monkey,” how would you feel?
by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary
At the very end of a reading the other day, I asked the client, is there anything else you need to know?
She said, “Just if there is anything else, maybe that I don’t 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 and said, “It could be a name. Is there someone at your work who is called button?”
Yes, yes, there is. And the person’s actual LAST NAME is BUTTON.
by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary
This one comes from one of my Home Events and it was one of those when I wondered if the whole evening was for this one person. Almost every one of the 10 guests had a reading, but one of them, Eve, got a doozie.
Eve is a young woman, in her 20s, and was a stranger to me. Earlier in the day, the hostess had had a private reading with me and the name “Gladys” came up. Didn’t mean anything to her, but she reminded me of it at the Home Event. So I mentioned “Gladys” and two guests raised their hands to say that they had a Gladys in the family. One of them was sitting next to Eve and I focused on her first.
“Now that I say ‘Gladys’, I am getting ‘gladiolas’. Does that flower mean anything to you? I am also getting little angels.” I held up my fingers to indicate small angel figures. No, that guest didn’t get those references.
The other Gladys-related guest spoke up. She had an angel reference, but the reading didn’t go anywhere from there… Suddenly, I got the famous image of Gov. Ann Richards in the white leather jacket, sitting on a motorcycle, that was featured on the cover of Texas Monthly some years back.
I said, “I don’t know if this is someone in your family with a reference to this, or if it’s actually Ann Richards, but this is what I am seeing.”
Finally, Eve spoke up. “Okay, I have to say something,” she said hesitantly. “Gladiolas were my grandmother’s favorite flower, she always wore an angel pin, and she had a leather jacket. One time, we were in Luckenbach, and she sat on a motorcycle and said, ‘Look at me!’ She was just like that.”
Now I knew we were onto something. Eve’s grandmother had been trying to come through all day! At that point, her images started flooding in. I had never had such clear communication with a spirit before. Grandmother showed me every material thing she had left to Eve, how many people had split her belongings, even the lace curtains that were in her bedroom that she would have preferred to keep in the family.
One of the more touching moments was when I told Eve that she had something lacy, like a veil, that had belonged to her grandmother that Eve would wear in her wedding. Eve confirmed that her mother has the grandmother’s veil and wore it in her wedding and someday, Eve would too.
The information was coming in so fast I could hardly keep up. And Eve was overwhelmed. Finally, she said through copious tears, “We have to stop. I can’t handle this!” Her grandmother had a few more things before we did finish, and Eve made it through.
As it turned out, Eve had started out as one of the most skeptical people in the room. And she said later that her beloved grandmother had only been gone a year—to the date!
by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary
This was a really exciting moment in my career as a medium: my first physical manifestation. Now, I am not saying that a spirit made itself visible to the audience—although I doubt that can be far behind—but a spirit did do something physical that could not be missed by anyone in the room, especially her grandson, who wanted so much to believe she was really there.
I was working a Home Event, which I love doing, and we had about 12 attentive guests. One gentleman, Fred, had a lot of questions as I began the group reading. I usually spend some time explaining the process and helping the guests know what to expect. Fred was particularly inquisitive, which was great from my perspective, because I got a much better opportunity to lecture on spirituality. I usually only get to do that in a spirituality seminar, so I welcomed his questions.
I only learned much later that Fred was a pretty hard-core skeptic. As I worked through the spirits who wanted my attention, I found that Fred’s wife had a young male energy coming through from the Other Side. He showed me himself leaning on a rail fence, dressed in what I would call “kicker” clothes: skinny jeans, cowboy boots, Western-style shirt. Fred’s wife said, “Maybe that’s my uncle, but he was about 10 when he died. I never met him.”
I explained that it didn’t matter—he was still part of her family history and he certainly knew her, his niece. I asked if the image would fit, if there were horses where this boy lived. Fred’s wife confirmed that, yes, the boy lived on a large working farm.
We then turned to the boy’s mother, Fred’s wife’s grandmother. We talked to her quite a bit. She showed me her kitchen, as is typical with grandmothers, most of whom spent a lot of time there, and then she showed me myself—or herself looking like me. I was confused and asked if she had looked like me. Fred’s wife said, “Actually, yes, she did look like you.”
Then we had another grandmother, Fred’s grandmother. She also seemed to look like me, which Fred confirmed and added that his aunt also did. Well, the two grandmothers, the aunt, and then my grandmother seemed to be kaffee-klatsching and even formed a little chorus line! They were very happy to be included in the event. I found this pretty amusing. I talked about Fred’s grandmother some more.
All evening, as I was working, I had been standing in front of the TV and a small table, which was laden with knick-knacks. I was wearing a long, gathered skirt, adorned with sequins and embroidery. (No, it was very pretty! Really!) At one point, as I swayed and moved back and forth, my skirt knocked off a little, light-weight cardboard box. I didn’t even look at it as I picked it up and put it back on the table.
Now that I was talking to Fred’s grandmother, I said something about her, to which Fred’s wife responded, “That sounds like Bea, like something she would say.”
I said, “Who? Who is Bea?”
Fred said, “That was my grandmother’s name.”
Just then, one of the other guests exclaimed, “There’s a bee on your skirt!”
Someone walked up and pulled a little box-top off my skirt. It was the box I had knocked off earlier. The top of it had gotten attached to some of the sequins. And this little box was painted to look like a bumble bee!
Grandma Bea had made absolutely sure that Fred could not miss her, could not doubt that she was there. At the break, Fred came up to me and shyly asked if he could give me a hug.
by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary
The one remaining guest at the event had come with Cara and Jeannine, the mother and daughter. She was a Korean lady and a stranger to me. In fact, she was visiting from out of town. I had noticed a Buddha (in her energy) with her early in the evening, but she was the last one in the room to be read.
The first thing I saw was something brass or gold, something decorative, maybe a gong or something on the wall. Kim said she had brass birds on her walls. That was getting us close.
I had numerous Oriental images flashing through my mind, too many to narrow down, but I just had a feeling of being in Southeast Asia. Granted, Kim looked Asian, but I asked her what her heritage was and told her I had seen a Buddha. She confirmed that she was Korean and there were Buddhists in her family, although she was Christian.
Then I told her I saw a river or creek near a house, where she played as a child. She confirmed that there was one at her grandfather’s house, but not one at her grandmother’s, and she played there.
I asked her why her grandfather’s house and her grandmother’s were not the same. Her grandfather had had seven wives. I found this fascinating! I told her that, while she played at the creek, she thought she was playing alone, but her grandfather always watched her closely and made sure she was safe. I also told her that he took a tremendous interest in her and that he was showing me the two of them, poring over schoolbooks when she was a little girl.
I imagined that the grandfather’s behavior was unusual for Korea in the 1950’s and 1960’s. I described this interesting man to his Kim: I know he couldn’t have been tall, but he was imposing, lean, erect, and he seemed tall. He showed me an actual iron fist, then an image of him pulling a dagger or sword out of his sleeve. I explained that it seemed he was saying he “ruled with an iron fist” and then he was showing me the Korean equivalent of that. I loved having this little culture lesson!
Then Grandfather showed me a boy, then a lot of little boys. I told Kim and asked, “Were you the only girl?” Yes. That’s why he had taken such an interest in her. He seemed satisfied then and stepped aside to show me a woman in pink. That’s all. Just pink.
I said, “Who’s this woman in pink? Your mother, grandmother? Did you bury her in pink?”
Kim shook her head twice, then nodded and said, “We had a pink funeral.”
I asked, “Are you going to tell me who this is?” I really didn’t know—I think the spirit wanted Kim to tell me.
Kim finally told me that the lady in pink was her own daughter, who had died of an apparent overdose at a young age. I was able to reassure her that her daughter was fine on the Other Side and that she was always nearby.
Months later, Kim had a reading with me and we worked more with her daughter to try to clarify some of the mystery surrounding her death. Kim felt some relief at learning a little more and she thanked me for bringing her daughter through.
by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary
Linda was a client who came to see me because she had received a gift certificate from another client.
Or I should say, she only came to see me for that reason. She had attended a Home Event but was not terribly impressed. I asked her if there was anything in particular on her mind and she admitted that the spirit communication didn’t interest her very much and she was something of a skeptic, but she was curious about her future.
Like many of my clients, Linda was on the verge of a major life transition. We talked about her choices, her situation, and her future. I told her that, in my pre-reading meditation, I had seen her with a cardinal—the bird, not the priest. Linda said that she liked cardinals and always thought of them as good luck. I explained that her angels were sending her a portent of good luck.
At the end of the session, as I usually do, I threw oracle cards. The cards all had good information, some of which had yet to be seen (such as “Soul Mate Relationship”), but we were, after all, looking into the future.
One of the cards was “Treasure Chest,” which explains, “An unexpected windfall of new abundance comes to you now.” I told Linda that I always warn people not to expect money necessarily, that while “abundance” definitely can indicate money, it comes in many other forms, as well. Then I felt around psychically and told her that it did indeed feel like money, maybe not a huge amount, but money, and it felt to me like an inheritance.
Linda grimaced. “I don’t want anyone to die,” she said.
“No, of course not,” I answered, still feeling around with my intuition. “I don’t think anyone will die, but it just feels like an inheritance.”
Another card was “Let Yourself Receive” and we talked about accepting gifts that come to you, whether they are material or otherwise.
Here’s the e-mail I received from Linda later that afternoon:
Well, Susan, this is wild but as I was driving away from your house, my dad called and said he and my mom would like to pay off my truck for me as a Christmas present.
Whoa, a windfall indeed. The payoff was a little more than they thought so I think they are going to pay about a year’s worth of payments for me. How nice! And no one died!
AND, even though a ton of arguments popped up for me to say, “No, don’t do that…”, I thought about [what you said about] receiving and did not say a word besides, ‘Thank you’ and ‘Wow, that is so generous and will be wonderful for me!”
I will keep you informed….
Thanks,
the much less skeptical Linda
This is the kind of thing that makes my work so rewarding. And also so amazing! I sometimes wonder how anyone could be more awed than I!
Something fun happened at the coffee shop today. My psychicking world crossed over into my coffee-schlepping world. We have a regular whose name is Elaine. For the first time, as I was getting her coffee, I heard (in my mind’s ear) “Lainy”. So I kind of asked, in my psychic way, what that was. And it was her late mom, who called her that when she was a child!