In the '90s, I couldn't devour enough books on anything esoteric, mainly because it was difficult to find many. At that time, anything connected with the concept of the spirit world was particularly frowned upon as something ridiculous and unbelievable, even by those who followed a religion that claimed miracles and resurrections. I never understood this, but, then again, we live in this world that believes only that which can be seen, heard, and physically touched as valid, all the while contradicted by lofty thoughts of a God in the sky. As to sight, I only catch glimpses into the spirit realm. Auditorily, I have heard things said by unseen beings but only on the cusp of a dream. Physically though, this is something I am quite familiar with. Normally when you think of someone who channels spirits, you, like me, probably imagine them to see or hear energies. I'm not one of those. I either physically feel them or receive what I like to call "downloads." It wa...

After attempting to Google various combinations of what I'm about to describe, I finally gave up on the futility and decided to write about it instead. Within a span of a five-hour conversation I had tonight with my best friend, I broached a subject about, for lack of a better phrase, energy shields. I told her a story about how one night (roughly one in the morning) I decided to walk to a friend's house. Now, between our houses lay two small parks connected by a bridge crossing a river, not the safest route to take that late at night. My cat walked by my side, which I thought odd (and even crossed the bridge with me before turning back towards home.) There was a street light at the beginning of the bridge. I was having difficulty focusing on it because, for some reason, I could see not one light but several orbs of light lining the trees at the same level as the street light. They were blinding enough that I couldn't see beyond the wooded area. I sensed that I should proba...

One of the ways I hone my intuition is by paying attention to the animals that come across my field of vision. In most every culture, animals, when they come into your life represent something you need to work on, something you're bringing into your awareness, or a foretelling of things to come. Butterflies are mentioned consistently at the passing of loved ones (I was blessed to see little blue butterflies after the passing of my brother with one even resting on my finger at my brother's graveside.) Bats represent a transitional time in your life. A preying mantis showing up brings good luck (one somehow got into my home a month ago.) The more unusual the encounter, the more you need to pay attention. Crows have always represented a time of great reflection, change, and awareness in my life. Sometimes, I've had crows periodically lining the route I was on, telling me I was on the right path. In great numbers, there's something afoot. Usually this implies that I need...