I have been asking a few times why do you do what you do?
As a psychic, I have been helping people for over 30 years.
From a young teenager to my adulthood I have been blessed with these gifts.
Being able to give messages to people.
Helping companies to improve and turn around.
Inspire people to follow their life’s purpose.
Deep in my core I have been guided to do that.
I could have easily hidden who I was, but I would never have been untrue to myself.
I am working with a dear friend of mine, she was inspired to write a book but was procrastinating about doing so.
While she was telling me all about why she couldn’t write her book, I gave her a message from the Universe telling her why she should. After an interesting exchange between her and the Universe, through me. She finally looked into my eyes and said, you are right. I am sabotaging myself, she could hear her spirit telling her to do it. A few days later I saw her, she was beaming, she started to write the forward, preface and first chapter.
Providing guidance to individuals in need of insight is something I have done for a long time.
One key element I have learned, we are the masters of our own destiny. Yes, you heard it right, I do not predict the future. I provide information for you, it is your choice to listen and change the course of the outcome. One thing I cannot change, is the time you have on earth (maybe, maybe not I will have to write another blog about it). But you can change some of the outcomes or modify the course.
I have done that a few times in my own life. When I was 18, I started to take driving lessons at that time you had to be 18 to be able to drive. I saw a friend of my mothers who was a psychic, I ask her if I would get my license the first time around. She told me no I would have to take it again. I got a little upset because I wanted to pass the written and driving test once. I was determined, when I left her house, I told the Universe I will succeed the first time around, I would not settle for less. It was, if I recall, a Saturday when I saw her, the following week I had to pass my written test, it was, I think, a Wednesday. At that time, it was all on paper you had to black out the answer with a black pen. You had 40 questions and were sitting in the room watching slides, you could only make 5 mistakes.
The day arrived for me to go and take the written test. In the middle of the written test I didn’t answered in the proper boxes, I answered in the question below. I realized quickly what I had done wrong and corrected the 5 questions above. I finished the test worried about the mess I created. We had to wait and one by one we had to drop our test into an electronic scanner that would give us the score for our mistakes. I was apprehensive when I went and dropped mine the score lighted up to 4 mistakes. I was happy, I just passed my written test.
Now it was time to take some driving lessons, after 18 hours, which was the bare minimum for a student to attempt to pass the test, my instructor felt I would be able to attempt the test. He also informed me that it was the bare limit, it could be highly possible I could fail as well. Most inspectors would give the driving test to someone who had at least 22 plus hours.