Korean Grandpa, a Spooky Story

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.

Dis-Spirited Linda

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!

Lou’s Pastor Dad Goes to Heaven

by Susan K Morrow | Dec 12, 2013 | Interesting Info, Spooky Stuff, Tales from the Psychic's Diary

     A lady named Lou was next.  She’s a hypnotherapist and a very interesting lady.  She had been in my chair before and, while we had heard from a spirit, it wasn’t clear to her who it was.  This time, though, we actually made sense of it.  During my pre-reading meditation for the event, I had heard a man say, in a slow, distinct voice, “Noo-truh daaaahm.”  That’s Notre Dame, for those who don’t speak ghost.  Actually, it’s kind of funny, but it did sound a little like a typical movie ghost.  But the accent could have been English and speaking French fairly well.

Lou knew who I was talking about.  He was an Englishman she had met in France and had visited Notre Dame with.  I saw a short man, dressed in black, pacing and gesturing as if he was lecturing with great animation.  Lou thought that was the same man, but then she said she didn’t know if he had passed.  She said her father had been a preacher and gestured like that, but he wasn’t short.

I asked, “Did he wear black robes when he preached?”  The answer was yes, so then I was on to the father.  I saw him in the pulpit and told Lou, “The church he’s showing me is all white, with a large, arched stained-glass window behind him.”  I admit this was a typical church and preacher picture, but what can I say?  That’s what he showed me.  Lou confirmed that this sounded like one of his churches.

I then heard the word “cotton” and saw cotton in a field.  I told Lou this was either a name or referred to actual cotton.  Suddenly, I heard “top” and came up with “cotton-top.”  Who was the cotton-top in the family, Lou?  You?

Lou smiled.  She said there were five children in her family and they were all towheaded.  (Just in case you’re wondering, Lou is in her 60’s and has grey-white hair.  I didn’t know what her original hair color was.)

Then Preacher Man showed me himself coming out of the pulpit and sitting in a pew.  My feeling was that he felt that he was not just the shepherd but part of the flock.  That this congregation was his family and he felt as if he was one of them.  Lou confirmed that this was her father’s style.  Next, he walked toward the side door of the church, flung off his robes, and walked into a white cloud.  He was prancing with joy.  I told Lou that,  whatever his idea of Heaven had been in life, he found exactly what he expected when he passed.  His joy was palpable to me, and he seemed so pleased to have made contact with his daughter.