Thursday, May 26, 2016

Why Yes, I do go to Psychics

For the past few weeks, there have been a lot of ghosts around me.  All my ancestors come, letting me know they are there.  My Nana calls my name.  My dad drives by.  A woman who looks like Dot is in the grocery store.  I swear Aunt Janet is in every TJX that I enter.  And my Pop, who hasn’t been around in years is also close by. 

It doesn’t matter that I am a psychic or that I talk to and see dead people.  When it comes to my own messages and my own ghosts, I usually ask them “What are you doing here?” and then before they can answer I say, “Go back where you belong.”

It doesn’t matter if they come in a dream, show up at work, or tease me while I am trying to shop.  I usually say hello, and thank you for showing up, and then don’t give it a second thought.  However, the barrage of ghosts following me around the past month or so had me standing up and paying attention.  So I did what everyone does when this happens: I made an appointment with a healer/medium.

This person knew very little about me other than I do the same type of work she does.  (Which caused a little nervousness.  That left once the ghosts came in.)  She had no inkling about my family dynamics, who my friends are, or where I live.  That changed in the hour we spent together.

First she asks if my mother has passed.  I say, “not yet.”  So she starts to describe this woman with blonde hair who is winking at her.  That’s my Nan.  She liked to wink at you.  I am excited because this is whom I wanted to hear from.  She is the ghost I’ve been feeling the most.  We are going on, and the psychic is telling me that my Nan had “the gift” but had to hide it.  I am not surprised because of us five siblings, four are fairly intuitive. 

Nan doesn’t seem to be coming close enough, and the reader is having a hard time getting a message. Suddenly the reader receives a strong impression.  “She is showing me that she is wearing a suit, with stockings with a seam down the back and she is pulling a personal shopping cart behind her. This is in the 50’s or 60’s..  And she keeps talking about a chair.  Do you have her chair?  She wants to make sure you have her chair. Your grandmother was polish?  She has a very thick accent.” 

Wait a minute… that’s not my Nana.  That’s Rayka!

Rayka has some interesting words for me.  Why am I at a psychic when I can get my own messages?  Rayka is explaining how she is helping me even though I don’t know it.  (Actually, I do know it.  I realize it is she who got me started on the First Friday messages nights.)  Rayka doesn’t want to leave and insists I get that chair.  The reader asks me if I have the chair, or do I know what she is talking about.   I am pretty sure it’s the chair at my brother’s and there is no way he will ever give it up.  I am having a good laugh, Rayka is exactly as she always was.

Now we are moving on, and the reader gets a funny look on her face.  “Was your grandpa a functioning alcoholic?  And he liked to tease the kids?”  Actually, yes he was, and yes he did.  “He is staring at a picture of your grandmother.  Very adoringly.”

That’s my Pop.

She asks me about some business dealings that I am amazed she “knows” about, and gives me advice on where and how “they” want me to run my business.  This makes me happy, because she touched on some things I was wondering about.  The information was pretty exact. 

Next she throws that four letter word out there: move.  Two more.  Find a place to live and run your business out of, she says.  They want you to leave where you are and go to Center City, Philadelphia.  I’m thinking about parking for clients when the reader says Rayka jumped in and showed her a parking garage.  I can just hear Rayka saying, what are you, just stupid?  (This was always said endearingly with a bit of a smirk.)

My aunt and uncle (brother and sister) come in and say they are part of the gang trying to help my mom cross over.  My dad comes in and says he tried to help, but she got angry.  My mom wants nothing to do with him.  She told him to get the f*&k out.  This is exactly how my mother talks. 

The reader got some information on other living family members and some advice for all of them.  She told me I will be a grandma and I will live to see the babes.  The date for the exodus to the Carolinas (my family’s) will take place in about two years.  There was much more information, too much to give here, and the session was well worth the long drive. 

That is why I go to other psychics.  Just like everyone else, I will receive a message for myself and second guess it.  I know my ghosts are hanging around, and forget to wait for an answer when I ask them why.  When other peoples’ ghosts come in I know to wait for an answer, or to stop and listen to what they have to say.  I think I am just so used to mine hanging around me I barely pay attention to them anymore.

No messages from the ghost gang in my sister’s kitchen and no major guides came through.  That’s usually a good thing, no big work or karma to stress about right now.  I highly recommend Tammy if you decide you would like to see a healer/medium in the Newark, DE area.  She is reasonably priced and definitely connects with your ghosts.  She can be found at Pike Creek Reiki by appointment only.  Her website is http://www.pikecreekreiki.com/


Sunday, May 1, 2016

Pio, Bey’s, Czestochowa


On Saturday we were blessed enough to visit not one, but two shrines and Bey’s Rock Shop.  No matter your religious belief there is no doubt that the land of holy places emits a different vibration than your back yard. 

We visited the Pio center first.  The National Centre of Padre Pio is set amongst the hills of the Lehigh Valley in Barto, PA.  As you drive by you can see this immense structure with a bit of European flair sitting on a lovely open piece of land.  The energy is one of peace and solitude.  The crowds have lessened since Mass at the shrine has been removed, but busses still arrive every so often.  Folks are amazed at the museum which houses exact replicas of the famous monk’s living quarters as well as multiple artifacts.  A clip from the TV show “Unsolved Mysteries” can be seen, delving into the life of this simple man who bore the stigmata from a young age. 

The National Centre for Padre Pio, it’s the only organization recognized by the Vatican and the Capuchin Friary in San Giovanni Rotondo, Italy - as the official center for spreading devotion to Padre Pio in North America.  One of the relics readily available to anyone who wishes to hold it is a glove that was worn by the saint.  The glove is encased in glass, but just ask for it at the gift shop if it isn’t already available in the church or chapel.  Those of you who know me also know that I attribute the disappearance of my RA to the intercession of Padre Pio.  I admit it, I am biased, and will encourage every one of you to hold the glove and ask for whatever healing it is you feel you may need. 

Once everyone had arrived we gathered together for a short meditation.  Messages were received and we ended with a group prayer.  It was quite a beautiful experience.  Afterwards we were free to roam the grounds, explore the museum and gift shop, or pray individually.   There was an exhibit referencing many (if not all) of the Eucharistic miracles ever recorded. 



We left the Pio Center and headed over to Bey’s Rock Shop, where I noticed everyone found some treasures to take home with them.  We said out goodbyes to those traveling in other cars, and then we stopped for dinner. 

There were three of us in one car, and decided to do a drive by The Shrine of Czestochowa in Doylestown, PA.  Seriously though, who can just do a drive by?  We had to stop and check it out.  Plus two out of three wanted to find a restroom.  The place was closed, but the difference of the vibration of the land there in comparison to the Padre Pio Shrine was quite noticeable.  While the Pio Center is all peace and quiet with a bit of solemnness to it, Czestochowa seemed to hum with expectation.  We arrived around 7pm and it was still light out. When we climbed the steps to the big church we could look out one way and see Montgomery County, another way and see Doylestown, including the hospital and the county courthouse.  The view is breathtaking no matter what time of year you are there, and seeing the trees somewhat in bloom for miles and miles is strikingly beautiful.  If we had been able to enter the downstairs chapel, we would have seen the many crutches, braces, and other displays of left behind remnants from miraculous accounts of healing. 

Why such a noticeable difference in the two?  Czestochowa has been around quite a bit longer than Pio’s.  Pilgrimages to the shrine of Czestochowa began in 1955, trip to the Pio Center started in the 1990’s.  It has hundreds of thousands of visitors each year, while Pio’s only has tens of thousands.  I have had many minor miracles through the intercession of Our Lady through prayers offered up at Czestochowa, including working for an organization that was “impossible” to get into unless you knew someone (hmmmm… I guess Our Lady counts there).  I often run there and “present” what I want/need when I think it’s really important, and almost always get my wish.  Czestachowa is one of the top 10 Shrines in the USA.  (Three of the top 10 are in PA!)

We are blessed to have two great properties, both born out of miracles so close to us.  No matter your belief, the land surrounding these churches bears the vibrations of love, hope, and miracles.   Want to join us on our next day trip?  Just inbox me and I’ll keep you posted on our upcoming events.  karan@karanangel.com