A Spirit Quest . . .

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Chapter 8: The Red Path East of Dallas

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Like I mentioned earlier in the book, I worked for three Hall of Fame Thoroughbred trainers in my life. I also worked for a lot of other trainers. I don’t believe one system is best and I think you should experience everything you can in your life to live life to the fullest and find out what you like and who you are. How did you pick a religion? Did your parent’s pick for you? How do you know what truly speaks to you if you don’t try something new? If you are a martial arts fan, you may know that Bruce Lee didn’t like one system, because there is no one system that fits every body type and type of fighting.

I had three different readings in my development by three different mediums who said I would follow the, “red path.” They said I had very strong Native American spirit guides and that I would gravitate to Native American beliefs and medicine and feel comfortable traveling along that path. I lived in Oklahoma for ten years and didn’t have a clue. I graduated from the University of Oklahoma and studied Native American history for many years, but never studied Native spirituality. I started reading everything I could get my hands on about Native Medicine Men, crystal gazers, hand tremblers, healers and seers.

It was true; I was comfortable with Native beliefs. There is one Great Spirit (God) and it doesn’t matter what you call him. You don’t have a set of rules like in most major religions! Common sense was the most common thread in keeping in touch with your guides and your life’s plan. Following the “Red Path” or “Red Road,” is a term used by Native American people to talk about those who are in balance with Mother Nature and following the path that the Great Spirit or God would like us to take with our lives.

To walk the Red Path means to respect and be in harmony with the earth and all living things. Those on the Path have compassion for others and strong family values. They respect other people’s views and ideologies. How else could over 500 Nations survive in North America before the arrival of the Europeans? Those walking the path respect the elderly, teachers and spiritual leaders and always ask, “Is what I am doing in the best interest of the Great Spirit, my family, my tribe and my nation?”

Walking the Path does not put material goods above spirituality. Those who walk the path take responsibility for those who can’t feed, cloth or heal themselves. It is not a religion; it is using common sense and doing the right thing for all living things. You can be any religion or race to follow the Red Path. How you live your life is between you and the Great Spirit! Followers of the Red Path seek peace and harmony with all life!

How do you find the Red Path? Asking God for your life’s purpose is called a “Spirit Quest” or “Vision Quest.” You will ask the Great Spirit to direct you in your life’s purpose and show you the path. You can pray and ask God to make you aware of your unique talents and skills so you can learn your life lessons in love, beauty and joy! The Great Spirit will direct your Spirit Guides and Angels to reveal your path in meditations, dreams, visions and signs. You must have an open mind and heart to listen and watch for these visions and signs. Your guides will leave no doubt in your mind and soul. There are no coincidences on the Red Path. Everything is by design and synchronic. All you have to do is ask for direction and your Guides and Angels will help you stay on the Path. All you have to do is Ask.

I asked for my path and they led me to a psychic medium named Marveena Meek, who lived just east of Dallas in a small town named Forney. I was experimenting with going to a lot of different mediums’ circles and galleries. There are about seven or eight outstanding mediums that I trust and stand by in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area and most I have on my links page of my website. I highly recommend going to see and watch as many mediums as you possibly can.

Marveena was one of these outstanding mediums. She is also a Reiki master as I am now. I liked her circles because she had a very cool Native American induction that she learned from her teachers. She raised Thoroughbred racehorses and I found out and she also had apprenticeships. The only problem was I was poor! I could afford the average gallery donation of between ten to twenty dollars depending on the medium but an apprenticeship was more expensive and my wife PJ wanted to learn Reiki as well. Luckily Marveena needed a new barn built and someone to work with her Thoroughbreds. It’s amazing how our guides work!

Marveena held her circles in the dark. I liked it a lot, but I wouldn’t have accepted it just starting out. I would have thought it was too woo woo, too Hollywood. I believe it increases the power of the circle and I was able to see all types of small flashes and colorful sparks in the air. Holding a circle in the dark helps keep the distractions down to a minimum. That is unless you are distracted by the moving lights and orbs like I was. That is when I started to shut my eyes to make connections. I was already shutting my eyes to meditate, it just made sense.

Marveena was only the third medium I’d been to. I’m from the racetrack so I like to read the “Racing Form,” on everyone, read everything I can get my hands on, news stories, their websites, thank God for Google. Anyway, the skeptic that I am, you gotta’ prove to me you’re legit. I know I’m a pain in the ass for those on the other side, but I’ve been burned before and never again. So I let PJ in on what we’re in for, like the circle in the dark and so. We were sitting around watching the documentary about Elvis. PJ knew about Marco’s reading and my grandfather’s Elvis connection. So the smart ass that I am blurt out, “Okay if this Marveena women is really any good, I’d like to see her bring through Elvis.” Yeah, yeah I got a cheap laugh and nothing else was said about it.

We go to the circle that night that was being held in the back of a salon in Ft. Worth. The room was pitch black and Marveena was on her game. She was bringing in some great messages that night. Just bout everybody in the circle of twenty received something. PJ and I both got readings. It seemed like PJ’s reading was deeper than mine (a lot more names and specific information), but I was happy with my reading and really thought Marveena was good and passed the “Steve seal of approval.” Just towards the end of the two-hour circle (my butt was killing me) she was about to shut down the circle when she said someone was coming through and was sitting next to PJ in the only empty chair in the circle.

“I think its Elvis,” she said.

Both PJ and I burst out with a laugh at the same time. I’m thinking, “Oh my God!”

Marveena asked if we had a connection to Elvis. PJ said he wasn’t connected to us and I added that my grandfather had talked to his father about some horses. Marveena said that wasn’t it. I took a deep breath and explained,

“Okay I kind of dared him to show up if you were really legit.”

Marveena said he was singing a song and that she didn’t want to screw up such a beautiful song by trying to sing it. As soon as he had showed up, he left saying, “Elvis has left the building.” She closed the circle and the place was a buzz. That was the first celebrity she had brought through. PJ and I stayed behind and explained the night before and the television special. That’s when I decided that I would work with Marveena!

The next day I began to meditate in the bedroom like I regularly did, back in the day. I came to the door of my adobe cabin and one of my guides let me in the door. When I walked in expecting to see all of my guides on the couch as usual, I saw my grandfather sitting on the couch grinning from ear to ear and next to him was Elvis. Elvis got up and said it was nice to meet me and left out the back door saying, “Thank you, thank you very much,” the way he does. My grandfather kind of scolded me about playing around with the spirit world, but said it was okay just this once to witness the power. He phased out and I talked to my guides for a short while. Lesson learned! Be careful what you wish for. Was it really Elvis? Not a doubt in my mind and if I’m lying I’m dying, serious as a freakin’ heart attack!

Kat introduced me to triggers to get the energy flowing in her circles. If you watch John Edward he rubs his hands together to raise his vibrations right before he comes on stage and sometimes in the middle of a reading. Kat would rub her hands in a clockwise circular motion. I tried everything, from using a spinning ring, to shuffling Tarot cards and it wasn’t happening for me. You see a trigger is something you can do every time before you start to channel or receive signals from the other side. Your body gets used to the trigger and it is kind of a short cut to raise your vibrations, similar to Pavlov’s dog experiments. You know, every time the French scientist rang a bell and feed the dog, after a while he could just ring the bell and the dog starts to salivate. That is another reason I like to light a candle, incense and some cool music to meditate to. I see the candle, smell the incense and hear the music and my body relaxes and prepares for take-off!

I was reading psychic medium and Reiki master, Echo Bodine’s books and she suggested turning on a light switch on your forehead to open your third eye and unzip an imaginary zipper on the top of your head to open you up. I started using this technique and it really helped. Once while meditating I asked my guides why I wasn’t hearing anything. They said how can you keep talking and not listen to what they are saying. I said I was listening. They said if I was listening then I should hear the stream and rushing water in my head. I said what stream? Suddenly I heard the sound of the mountain stream rushing down the mountain in the back of my head behind the left side of my right ear. They said when I can quite down enough to hear the stream, I’ll be able to hear the voices of spirit and it worked!

I always admired the way Marveena could bring through so many names that were validated by members of the circle. Then she would go on to describe the person’s personality, what they looked like and things they did in their lives. I’m not talking about common names like Mark, John, Mary and Joe; I’m talking one in a million names like Beatrice, Willamina, Myrtle, Vernon, Gilbert, and Eugene. She was right on with the uncommon names. She brought though the easy ones too, don’t get me wrong. She brought through my Great Grandmother that I had never met and only heard a few things about. Pearl is not common of a name, but when I didn’t claim it, Pearl got mad. She said that she was connected through the Edward and had a message for Steve. My grandfather was named Edward and I did have a great-grandmother, but I hadn’t met her. It doesn’t matter. She gave me a great message and told me what I had been doing recently to prove she was with me. She had extremely strong energy as I later received messages from her in other circles as well.

You gotta’ love Marveena’s sense of humor. Before every circle she goes through a spill of what to expect for the new comers who had never attended a circle before. She talks about how she is connected more like a cheap cell phone that cuts out at times and drops out and sometimes she’ll give you a sounds-like name. After about ten minutes of explanations she always ends her speech with, “And I’ll tell all of you when the circle is over so you can put your clothes back on before we turn the lights back on!” She always gets some nervous laughs with that joke.

One time her mentor, Dawanna Paul, was there helping to give messages. Dawanna is a physical and mental medium. I’m really skeptical about physical mediums. I asked my master guide, Eagle Heart, that if she gives me a message to give me a sign if she is on the level. Sure enough Dawanna started to give me a message. It seemed like it was on the level as I could relate to some of the information. She said one of my spirit guide animals was a cougar and went on. I said okay, Eagle Heart, talk to me. I shut my eyes and Eagle Heart was kneeling on a big red rock in my mind’s eye. He slowly started standing up and when he was standing up he outstretched his arms and put his head back as if praying to the heavens. At that moment there was a bright light that flashed behind me. Half the circle of about twenty-five people jumped and about a third of them screamed or yelled. I could tell the light was behind me. I told Marveena it was a sign for me by my Spirit Guide. Little did I know, but Dawanna had asked for a sign that night too. She’d asked her guides if she should move back to the Dallas/ Ft. Worth area. She did.

So I have the horse and cougar as spirit animals. Now, that is not to say I have the qualities of these animals. They were asked to be my spirit animals by my higher self and my guides because I would like to include these qualities in my life. Many Native Americans will carry a totem or small representation of an animal with them as a constant reminder of the qualities they are trying to achieve. The horse represents inner power, freedom and safe movement to do the things I need to do. The Cougar or Mountain Lion represents balanced leadership, cunning and wisdom. Boy, do I need all of those things. It is the same thing in picking Spirit Guides. No, you don’t get to pick down here. You made an agreement with your Master Guide before you came down here. That’s why I know Eagle Heart is the universal champion of patience. B’ God, do I test his patience! Thank God for unconditional love! You leave it up to your Master Guide to pick his posse. You know, he knows a guy that knows a guy that can help you with that work assignment that is due next Monday. You’ll put in the leg work, but it is okay to ask this new guide for inspiration, strength and acceptance to get the job done. How long does he stay with you? I believe it’s a super hero type of thing. You don’t want him or her, waiting around in the Guide lounge (I always think of the teacher’s lounge at school, where they have their own bathroom) when there is hero’n to done somewhere else.

Our guides also send us special messages once you understand the Great Spirit’s or Mother Earth’s code of nature. For example, I work in the city, but from time to time I see a coyote. The properties of the coyote include, humor, trickiness, adaptability or reversal of fortune. Quick, what were you thinking about just before you saw the coyote? Well there you go, an answer from your guides or God! Yes, it is that simple. Are you growing as you awaken in your new life and realm? The hawk is a sign of awakening visionary power, guardianship, awareness, truth, clear visions, a messenger and heightened awareness. Man, I love hawks. I’m right on my path. I’m growing and more things are being revealed to me. After a while if I don’t see a hawk for a while I start to evaluate what I’m doing and where I’m going. Am I still on the path?

One of my personal favorites is the crow. The crow represents magic, creation, spiritual strength, intuitive knowledge and assertiveness of voice. Crows are very good luck for me. Every time I see one, something good usually follows. Now am I creating the good things that are happening to me? If I see three crows together, you can bet I’m playing the lottery that day. What if I am making my own luck or good fortune? Thank goodness my guides are sending me some crows to get the process started. Become aware what is around you? Start with the animals and birds all around you. So you never noticed these things before? It is an incredible experience. The animals will teach you what you need to learn about the people around you. Switch energy and watch and feel the people around you. It’s pretty heavy energy. Now shift up and feel the lighter energy. Now you are talking to dead people!

Chapter 7: Knight of Swords

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John Edward started reading Tarot at local psychic fairs before he became a full-time psychic medium. He was a skeptic too! A lot of mediums use Tarot to start a reading, during and throughout a reading. Some have a deck of cards sitting by as a safety net. Some will shuffle a deck of cards while they are giving a reading. Some mediums turn their noses up at Tarot and wouldn’t give you a Tarot reading for a million bucks. I started reading Tarot because that was the way John Edward started.

I believe the most effective way to increase your psychic and mediumship skills is to join a development circle and attend as often as you can. Practice doesn’t make perfect. Perfect practice makes perfect. The only problem is that psychic skills will never be perfect. You practice to be the best you can and except that your readings may never be perfect, but the goal is to help someone who is asking for help. You won’t solve their problems or fix their lives, but you can help them to stay on their path or get back on their path. That being said, good development circles are few and far between. You can use a Tarot deck to get information for people and help sharpen your psychic and mediumship skills.

Tarot is immediate and always has an answer for you. You either believe in it or don’t. If not, you’ll keep reshuffling until you get the answer you want. Just as there are people that hop from one psychic to the next until they get the reading they want. I don’t know anybody who can learn everything Tarot has to offer. You could study Tarot for the rest of your life and never unlock all of Tarot’s secrets! You can also take what you learn in a few hours about Tarot and it can benefit you for the rest of your life. I used Tarot as a tool for guidance, divination, creativity and a way to get my psychic gifts started. I consider Tarot one of many tools for connecting to your higher self (soul), spirit guides, guardian angels and developing your psychic abilities.

People all over the world have used different systems for divination for thousands of years. There have been psychics, seers, oracles and prophets, who have used sticks, stones, shells, animals, leaves, runes, dominos, dice, playing cards and Tarot to divine the future and answer questions for themselves and others. There is no definite answer as to who invented the actual Tarot deck that we know today. We do know that it has been used in divination for over a thousand years and until the last few hundred years; this was kept as secret knowledge.

Tarot is the language of our intuition. The Tarot is a means of gaining insight into our spiritual and earthly worlds. The Archetype symbols located on the Tarot cards have significant meanings to our sub-conscious, super conscious self or our soul. These symbols work to universally connect us to our spirit guides, soul, and angels. This is one of the easiest ways that Spirit can communicate with us. Your guides, angels and soul all know what you know about each card. They know if you don’t understand an astrology or numerology meaning with a particular card, so they won’t use that number or sign to communicate an answer to your question. That is why we are like children learning to speak, in using the Tarot. The more you get from an image and file the information away in your brain, the more opportunities your angels and guides will have to communicate with you. When you read intuitively, these images will connect with other ideas and memories that will pop into your head, thus creating another way of communicating with your guides, angels and your higher self. With practice you can communicate with your angels and guides at will, through thought, speech, hearing and vision.

Another thing to remember is that we all have free will. Yes, the Tarot can tell about future events. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t change the outcome of any reading. You ask the Tarot (really your guides, angel or higher self) a question and they answer according to “if everything remains the same and you continue on this path.” It’s as if you are walking down a train track and someone tells you that you will die if you continue to walk that path, because a train will eventually come and hit you. So knowing this you jump off the track and the train passes by. It’s the same with any answer you get from the cards. That is why you will learn how to phrase questions and ask questions to find the underlying problems or influences in your life that you may not see now.

Learning the Tarot is a door to into becoming a psychic. Remember, all mediums are psychic, but not all psychics are mediums. I have a bunch of psychic friends. I didn’t want to be a psychic because it is too hard to validate and confirm messages. I told you we have free will. I trust my guides and angels will guide me on my path. Suppose you go to a psychic and ask them if you should marry the person you are dating. The psychic reads the cards or their visions and tells you, yes. Your guides may want you to marry this person because you have unfinished karma (we’ll get into later) or business with this person from another life. You have a terrible marriage and end up divorcing that person. The guide is happy because you have learned lot’s of lessons that you came down here to learn and have equaled out some Karma to boot. Now, if you wouldn’t have gone to that particular psychic, I think you would have married that person anyway and the same scenario occurs. Too many people live their lives by psychics or the cards when they have free will. If you live by the cards or a psychic you are giving up your free will.

That being said, Tarot will still give you a jump start into being a medium. The cards deal with symbols, your mind and subconscious, just like your guides and angels contact you with symbols, pictures and sounds. By learning Tarot you are learning a basic visual language, just as others learn Spanish, French or Chinese. When you are on the other side you communicate with thought and Tarot is a great start. When I started giving medium readings in circle, my guides would use a lot of Tarot symbols to help me give a message. They would show me a picture of a Tarot card, like the chariot and the color red and I’d interpret that for the person I was reading as a red car. Then they would show me a picture in my head of a chariot with a broken wheel. I’d ask the sitter if they were having problems with the car or had a flat tire recently. It’s kind of like mental charades.

It’s hard to imagine that the right cards will come up by shuffling 78 cards. Here’s the deal. Your guides know the order of the cards every time you shuffle them. They also know how you will interpret a particular card or how they will influence you to interpret a particular card. When you have shuffled them enough, you hear their little voice in the back of your head say, “that’s enough.” They also know or influence you to cut the deck at the right place. Never underestimate the strength of your Guides. It is as if they a supercomputer figuring out all of the possible outcomes and paths. Allen Stairs, of the Department of Philosophy, University of Maryland says the number of possible spreads is huge. Take a full deck of seventy-eight tarot cards. The popular Celtic cross spread involves ten cards, arranged in a specific order. The number of different Celtic cross spreads possible using the seventy-eight cards is 4,566,176,969,818,464,000. So if your guides want to get a message to someone, they’ll find a way!

If you choose the Tarot path, I recommend the Rider-Waite deck or a deck based on Rider-Waite, which is one of the most popular decks in the world. This all began when it was first printed in 1910. It was easy to learn and handed down to generations of card readers. There are also Rider-Waite decks that use the same symbols but are colored in different styles, such as the Radiant deck, the Universal Waite deck, the Albano-Waite deck, etc. I would say that about 90% of the other hundreds of decks on the market today use the Rider-Waite symbolism.

I recommend choosing a deck that speaks to you. You have to really enjoy the artwork and the symbols so you will learn and enjoy using the cards. Most of the reference books out there will teach reading the Tarot using the Rider-Waite symbols which are the easiest to use. Go to some of the many websites that review decks. These sites (in the appendix) will show pictures of hundreds of decks and every detail about the deck. I started with the original Rider-Waite deck, but changed to the Buckland Romani deck as my primary reading deck. Your spirit guides and angels will help you with the selection of a deck. You will know when you found the “perfect” deck.

There really isn’t any mysticism and spookiness about the deck. The tarot is made up of two major sections. The Major Arcana means “greater secrets” or “major mysteries” in Latin and represents significant and important turning points in our lives. The cards relay important messages as the Tarot depicts archetypal human feelings and situations. The Major Arcana deal with many cultures or civilizations because they represent a universal condition. Your sub-conscious and higher self understands this story and meanings. These cards follow humankind's spiritual pilgrimage toward the state of final perfection.

When reading, just use your intuition as it relates to the card and the question the card is trying to answer. It is as simple as the Fool is starting a new journey and getting a fresh start. You are experiencing something new in your life. It may be a new job or friendship. How does this new journey relate to the question you asked the cards. Did you ask if you are going to travel, get a new job or find a new love? It appears that it is in the cards!

I recommend that you at least learn the key word meanings of the cards. This way the cards can help you when you get stuck. In Intuitive Tarot go through all of the preparation you would do for a normal Tarot reading. Have your sitter or friend ask the question while shuffling the cards. While they are shuffling the cards think about the question. You may even shut your eyes for a moment to reduce the outside distractions. What is the first thing that pops into your head about the question? What did you see, hear, feel, smell, taste or just know about the question? This is your intuition speaking!

The client puts the cards in three piles and you pick them up as Spirit calls you to do so. You have already announced a spread. Do you know the answer to the question? The first thought that came into your head was your intuition. Go with that thought. Don’t second guess! And keep that thought while you place the cards face down in the spread that you plan to use.

Turnover the first card of the spread. As soon as you do what thought pops into your head about the question? Do you hear or see anything in your head? What do you feel about the card you turned over? It is important to note the first thing that you think of. Write it down if you need to. Continue to flip the cards over in the spread and remember the position of each card. For example, in the three-card spread of Past, Present and Future, you may have turned over the Empress in the Past position. Could this lady be something more in regards to the client’s question? Could it be a mother, grandmother, someone from work, a past love? You go with the idea you first get and you can’t second guess yourself. You have to learn to trust your Spirit Guides, Angels and Higher Self. The second card in the spread may be the Chariot. As you turned the card over you thought of a cruise ship. Is the client going to take a vacation? The Chariot can mean movement and travel! The third card in the spread you turn over is the Lover’s card. Is the client going on a honeymoon? Or will they meet their soul mate on this trip? Or are they having a hard time in determining their vacation plans? This can mean choice, attraction or love. What was the question? Put it all together. You have your intuition to lead you in the right direction and the cards to fall back on and help you if you get stuck.

As you become better at Tarot you will become better with your psychic skills. It will get to the point (with practice) that you will be able to answer the client’s question using your psychic skills alone. The cards will become a way to back up your psychic reading. The cards may add something to your psychic reading and help define the reading. As you get better you may receive other information for the client that they didn’t ask about. In the appendix of this book you will find a lot of information on good Tarot books and decks.

Tarot is just a tool. There are a ton of different tools. Practice is the key to developing your psychic skills. Write it all down! Every time you get anything psychically, write it down. Write down what Tarot spread you used and what answers you received. How did you get the answers? Were you just reading the cards or did spirit show you another picture in your head? Did you hear a voice or just have a feeling you knew the answer? Write it down. Keep a journal! You will amaze yourself how fast you are progressing. When you go to galleries or development circles, write down what you get. Write down how you feel. Write it all down! Soon you’ll develop your own style and practices based on what worked for you in the past!

Chapter 6: There is a Reason for Everything

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What most books don’t tell you and most mediums forget to tell you as your developing your psychic skills are the little annoyances. You may have your face break out like you did when you were a teenage kid. You will have many sleepless nights and night sweats. You may gain weight and have headaches. You may feel like you are in a daze and find yourself day dreaming at work. Why? I don’t know. Your guides and angels are tuning you up like a racehorse. Think about it, you just don’t decide to go out for the Olympics, pick a sport, train for a few weeks and make the team.

If you have ever had a good reading from a medium, you know it is an amazing accomplishment. It makes you feel so good and is literally a life changing event. It has just been proven to you that we don’t die and a person has just given you proof that your loved ones and friends are alive and well on the other side! It feels the same way for the medium. Every time I get a name of a relative validated by a sitter it is like hitting a home run! Every time I describe a pet and describe its color, the breed, its name and personality it is like winning the National Spelling Bee! And I’m dyslexic, so you can imagine what that feels like for me. As a stakes groom, I worked for three different Hall of Fame Thoroughbred trainers and my horses have won a lot of races. After winning a $100,000 race with one of my horses in Chicago, a friend asked if it was the best feeling in the world. I said it was good, but not as good as running tenth in the Kentucky Derby!

It takes years to develop your psychic and mediumship skills and abilities. There are a lot of psychics and mediums that say they were born psychics and remember having these skills as young kids. That’s all and good. We’re all born psychic. If they don’t have to work to polish and upgrade their skills, then what was the point in this life time? Many of the best mediums studied and worked on their skills for up to seven to ten years before they began to charge money for their services or to perform in public. Don’t be in a hurry. I studied for six years before I “turned pro.” What is the point if you hang out a shingle with your name on it and start giving half ass readings to people who deserve the best? This is the part in the movie “The Matrix” were Morpheus offers Neo the red and blue pill. Take the blue pill and you’ll go to sleep tonight and wake up in the morning remembering nothing. Take the red pill and see how far the rabbit hole goes, but there is no going back.

Once you get to a point in your development, there is no going back. Even if you don’t want to be a professional psychic, you can use these skills to help your life and others. I know psychic veterinarians, lawyers, pilots, salesman, secretaries, dental assistants, actors and mailmen that use their psychic skills in everyday life. Once you get to a point, the messages or life changes won’t stop. Do you really want to be a medium? Are you prepared to spend long hours and years preparing for it? There is a hell of a lot easier paths to make a buck. You could just as well go to college for six to seven years and get your doctorates degree. But you may already be on your life’s path and your guides are bumping you every once in the while until you finally get it. This may be what you are supposed to do in this life! This is what you signed up for.

I don’t believe in coincidences any more. I don’t believe in luck anymore as well. Everything happens for a reason. I don’t believe in predestination. I know we have free will and can change the path we signed up for. There are no random experiences. I believe in cause and effect, even if the cause is super natural or from the other side of the veil. Start believing in synchronicity. There is a big plan for humanity and it is moving too slow for me. Did I mention one of my life lessons this life is patience?

Everything that is good and bad in the world happens for a reason. It is very hard to accept this concept. Once you accept reincarnation, this will be but a little bump in the road. To say that bad things happen to good people for a reason sounds very callous and demeaning. But try to be like the perfect Buddhist and detach yourself from the outcome for just a minute.

It’s like watching a boring movie, people being killed, bad things happening to them and all around them. But you are not personally invested in the outcome, so it doesn’t matter to you. If someone is killed half way around the world, you may not care. But invest your personal feelings and attachment to the situation and it will knock you on your butt. I have to detach my feelings from the people I am reading so I can give them what they want. I can’t get emotionally involved! It would lower my energy and vibrations and I wouldn’t be giving it my best effort. So if you are detached you’re not feeling the same sensations as someone who is attached to the situation. What if you went through your entire life being detached? It wouldn’t be a very fun life in this world. You wouldn’t know sorrow or joy. You wouldn’t know the devastation of losing someone close to you or the love of a soul mate. Would your life be worth living?

What if…just what if…before you came down here to this life, you made a list of different experiences to happen to you in this lifetime. You wouldn’t want to pile on too much, for you are in no hurry to experience everything. You know you will have many lives to develop your soul that is living the high life on the other plane we call heaven. It doesn’t sound so bad to think about it that way. And to make sure you experience everything that you wanted to, you asked a guide (with super powers) that would stay virtually invisible to help keep you on the path to learn these lessons. To make sure you hook up with your soul mate or mates so you create a déjà vu or little red flags that pop up from time to time to make sure you feel safe heading down a particular path. After all there was a wise council that showed you scenes from the role you are taking in this movie, I mean life, so you won’t just be relying on your own thoughts and wishes, but someone much wiser than yourself that you know will help you grow as a soul, I mean person. Get the big picture? How do I know? I talk to dead people and that’s good enough for me.

Remember I said we have free will. Why do we do the things we do? Did you ever wish you could take something back that you said that hurt somebody? Did you grow as a person and make it a point never to make the same mistake again? What if you are particularly hard headed like me. You hurt someone and don’t get it. You repeat the same thing over and over because you may not feel the empathy. Then someone hurts you. Oh, that’s what it feels like! Oh my God, is that what the people feel like when I hurt them. Does that make you change? If not the same scenario happens again and again. Thank God, my Master Guide had patience. So your guide is sitting around on a cloud and watching your life and has your list in their hand and says, “Hey, this looks interesting. There is a possibility for Steve to learn a lesson. If he gets it this time I can cross it off the list!” Of course I don’t get it and my guide looks for an other opportunity to test me. I hate tests! I hate retaking tests! So, what do I do now?

After I fail a test I sit back and study it again (something I should have done in high school). Break down all of the components, the he said she said stuff. Then I think how I could have handled that differently. I put myself in the other person’s position and think about all of the possibilities. I run the film back in my mind. I really don’t want to have to repeat this test or exercise. If I do get re-tested, I want to pass the next time. I want my guide to hand me a small diploma and say congratulations you’re on to the next level. This happens to us every hour of everyday. It happens to us while we a dreaming. Experience what we can in this lifetime to become a better person, i.e. soul.

God sent many great teachers down here to us to give us divine examples. Jesus, Buddha, Crazy Horse, Mother Teresa, Abraham Lincoln, you see where I’m going. This whole test thing and past lives, etc. was very hard for me to believe. Besides being very skeptical I’m also hard headed. Luckily my wife is a hypnotherapist, who helps people go back to past lives and life between lives. If you want some great examples of this read any book by Brain Weiss or Michael Newton. I didn’t think PJ would be able to hypnotize me. I was wrong. Next I wanted proof from a past life that it was real. I wanted to be able to research and document things in this past life that there was no way I could have known in this life. I wanted the session to knock my socks off. Be careful what you ask for!

After I came out of hypnosis and my shirt was soaked from the tears I knew all of this crap was true! The final hurdle and I made it. I’ll talk about past lives towards the back of this book. I just wanted to go over some of the rules of the game so you can start thinking about the big picture. This was the time that this kind of stuff was introduced to me in the beginning and I had trouble dealing with it. It is not predestination. But there is a little voice in the back of your head, that we often take credit for, that is either your higher self (soul) or Spirit Guide telling us to do something. I sure wish I could check my heavenly list at this point. I’m not lazy, but I think I would have taken an easier path. But that’s common sense talking and not my divine soul speaking.

Everything happens for a reason. Things that you thought happened by chance really weren’t at all. Do you want some of this stuff to happen to you? In some sense yes, as crazy as it sounds. The deaths and accidents that have occurred around you happened for a reason. Okay, don’t throw away the book and quit calling me Son of a Bitch! And start thinking in the grand scheme of things. When I go to the bookstore, the metaphysical section of course, the books pick me out. Think about it. Listen to the little voice. Why did you pull that book of the shelf and buy it (or steal it, I’m just assuming you bought it). When the student is ready the teacher will appear! This is an old Buddhist proverb that is very true. But who decides when the student is ready. You guessed it! Your Spirit Guide. How can you explain the chance meetings of some of the most important people in your life? After a while you will stop considering, chance, coincidence, accidents and luck. You will know it is by design. And when you are as skeptical as I am, you have a fallback plan, your Spirit Guide or Guides. Okay guys and gals, It’s fourth and long in the enemy territory, are you sure I’m supposed to do this? A voice told me to study Tarot. Tarot? Are you sure? John Edward did!

“Thanks good enough for me.”

A Spirit Quest: The Awakening of a Skeptical Cowboy Psychic

2011-10-05T12:08:00.000-07:00

Chapter 5: Eagle Heart

So as soon as I get to my room and see my spirit guide on the couch, I’m screaming get me out of here. What was I thinking? Let’s make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here. Why did I let you talk me into this life?

After I settled down I asked him his name. He said it didn’t matter that I could call him anything that I liked. Bless his heart, because he has the one of the hardest jobs on the other side of the veil, taking me under his wing. I wouldn’t want to guide someone like myself. It would be too much work for me. Not knowing his name wasn’t good enough for me. It’s like, no, really, tell me. And he’d say it really doesn’t matter and I’d say it does. It does matter. So he said in due time I’ll give you my name. I know I came down here to learn patience, among other things, but really, he knows I don’t have any patience! I dropped it because he’s a six foot five, 35 year-old Comanche that didn’t play games.

Later that night I had one of those visitation dreams by guess who? I know I got a lecture (I forget what that was about), but he told me his name, Eagle Heart. Wow! How cool is that! I know his name now. But of course being the skeptic that I am, I second guessed myself. What if I made that up myself? I mean he was standing there talking to me. It seemed real, but what if I just made it up. What if his real name is Frank or Leroy or something? That is another reason I know Eagle Heart has so much power and patience! Very few master guides would ever pick me to guide. I don’t know what kind of rewards Eagle Heart is getting on the other side, but I hope he is getting time and a half! I asked him if your name really is Eagle Heart, please give me a sign. No wait make that three signs. I can hear him now. I’m not some kind of Genie. This isn’t a three wish kind of deal.

The next night, October 8th, it’s in my journal, I asked for a sign that his name really was Eagle Heart. I asked him in a silent prayer just before I went to sleep. I was sound asleep in about thirty minutes when I heard a big thud or bang. I’m a light sleeper anyway but shot up in bed like a rocket. PJ is a very sound sleeper and it got her up. What was that? She said. At that time I didn’t have a light beside my bed. Turn on the light I yelled. I’m looking around the room and get out of bed and step at book on the floor that I was reading just before I went fell asleep. I know it was on my bedside table about ten inches from the edge. Someone or thing pushed it off the table and onto the floor. PJ asked if I had knocked it off the stand. Are you kidding I was on your side of the bed. Why would that happen? She said. And then it came to me. “I asked for a sign,” I said. What kind of sign? If my spirit guides’ name really was Eagle Heart. Well I guess you got your answer. What book was it? She asked. I replied, “Connecting to Spirit, by Kathleen Tucci!” I get chills just thinking back to this in my journal. I’m sure they were playing the Twilight Zone theme!

Of course I was looking for other signs. The next sign I got was when I was driving with my wife somewhere. Of all of those billboards that I ignored every day, one stood out. There was a bad ass Indian standing and the sign said something like, “Heart of and Eagle.” I know, I thought it was a coincidence too. What if I had seen this sign before and it stayed in my subconscious and I dreamed this all up and named my guide myself. He said that it didn’t matter what I called him, which drove me crazy (It wasn’t a far drive to crazy). Okay, I’ll give you that one Eagle Heart the forgiving soul that I am. But, I’d like two more signs and not the same billboard on different roads.

A few days later I was at work. I worked at a retail store at DFW International airport then. I was looking to hire a part-time position that didn’t pay very much. I had listed the job on the internet and received tons of response. I started weeding them out very fast to find someone that I thought was suited for the job. I came across one resume that some idiot had sent in by mistake or was automatically generated that wanted a full-time job making more money than me. I trashed it. A few days later it showed up in my in-box again. What kind of idiot doesn’t pay attention to where they are sending their resume? Sure buddy, I’d like that kind of money too, but not here! For the first time I wanted to see who sent the resume.

“Ingle Heart,” It said on the resume. No way. I printed it out. Wow, that’s good. I’ll give you that one since it was so outrageous. So my Master Guide has a sense of humor. One to go boss. One more sign and I’m a believer. A few days later I’m sitting in my office and I hear the flight attendant calling for late passengers heading to Chicago.

“Igle Heart, Mr. Igle Heart, now boarding for Chicago. Last Call!”
You’ve got to be kidding me! I got up and stepped out of the office and started walking to the gate. I had to see this guy for myself. I stood by the gate as the attendant announced it again, but nobody ever showed up. Okay, I believe you now, I told him in my head. You won! I mean come on, what are the odds in one week? First the billboard, then the resume and now the boarding call. This guy is good and he’s my Master Guide.

For weeks in January I started waking up at 2:22 am just about every morning or every other morning. I heard the DJ’s on the Radio say it is 2:22 this afternoon. I’d see 222 on license plates, every time I turned around I saw 222. Okay, I know I’m a little thick-headed in seeing signs, but I was getting this one. This went on for about a month. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, look at my clock, 2:22, roll over and go back to sleep. I meditated and asked my guides and they said nothing. I couldn’t get a connection. I brought it up at Kat’s circle asking anybody if they got anything. Someone spoke up and said it sounded like a date to her, February 22 or 2/22. Interesting, I thought. I don’t have anything important happening on that date.

A couple of days before the 22nd I look at my calendar and saw that I had to go to traffic court to pay a speeding ticket I had received the first week in January. Oh my God! The 22nd! I gonna’ get the death penalty! Now I’m being a little superstitious and the 22nd is going to be my own personal Friday the 13th. The first thing I do is go down to the court house and pay the ticket to get that off my plate. I approach the lady behind the bullet proof class and hand her my ticket. She stares at it a really long time, flips a folder open and says wait right here. Oh my God! What now! I’m looking around to see if some officers are coming to haul me off. She comes back and says your ticket has been dismissed. I said, “Excuse me.” The judge has dismissed your ticket the clerk said. Why did he do that? I asked. The officer put the wrong year on your ticket and it was dismissed.

That got my attention! Here I was getting ready to pay a couple of hundred dollars for a speeding ticket (Yes I have a lead foot), and some way, some how, an experienced traffic officer who knows that if anything is wrong on the ticket it will get thrown out, puts the wrong date on the ticket. Synchronicity, Okay I got the message. My spirit guide uses the “Jedi Mind Trick” to confuse the cop to put last years date on the ticket. Now that’s cool! So basically he was just doing a little muscle flexing. It’s time to meditate. I go into my Adobe house and this time the crew is all there with grins on their faces, “Where have you been? Long time no see!”
“I won’t be so subtle in the future. Keep your eyes open for sign,” Eagle Heart said.

One day I asked my deceased grandfather to give me a sign that he was still around me and helping me. I’d finished a book called, Illusions, The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach (That I highly recommend and is on my book list), and the character in the book asks for a sign of a feather. So I asked my grandfather for a feather. Within an hour PJ and I were in a jewelry store and I walked up to a book that had been opened to a page full of silver feathers. Oh that was too easy, I thought. Okay, I meant a real honest to goodness feather. I left the store and went to my truck and found a white feather on my windshield. No way! I looked around and saw lots of pigeons. Although I didn’t see any white pigeons I thought that white was too easy. Okay Papa if that really is you, and I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to find a real blue feather. I didn’t want to make him mad, but I really had to know.

An hour later I went to the Pharmacy to pick up some things. Walking out of the store I dropped the keys to my truck. I reached down to get them and there it was a blue feather! Thank you Papa! Oh my God! So how are you going to live your life knowing that everybody on the other side can see you, watch your every move and decision? This is some heavy stuff.

Every time you were mean to someone, treated someone badly or did something else stupid that you would like to forget, someone on the other side knew about it. Did I say someone, I meant everyone! There are no secrets on the other side, no lies, everybody knows how you spent your lives on earth, and how you did with your lessons, what you learned, etc., but there’s no judgment. That’s right, no judgment. You and God are the only ones that will judge you and you’ll be a lot harder on yourself than God will. You see he forgives you because he know nobody’s perfect. The only hell that exists is in your own mind. You judge yourself in heaven. This isn’t like grading your own paper in class. On the other side you know right from wrong. You get to see how you affected the people you mistreated and how it affected their lives, how miserable you made them, how this snowballed down the hill and affected other people and goes on and on. And you realize I did that by just calling that person a stupid name. You affected their self esteem and changed the course of history. Now how do you feel like if you killed someone?

It’s never too late to change. You don’t have to be the next Messiah or President of a country to make a difference. The good thing is you get to relive the good things you did for people. The little words of encouragement and random acts of kindness that you had no idea how it really helped mankind until you make it to heaven. When you came down here, you asked your guides to help you learn different things on earth. You can’t learn these lessons in heaven because they don’t have hate, jealousy, pain, death, sickness, greed, grief, worry, heartache and sadness in heaven.

One of the cool things about sitting in a gallery or circle is all of the energy in the room. I think that is why people go to sporting events and concerts. It’s the pulsating energy. Everybody has felt it before. When you go to the movies and get goose bumps by either feeling good of being scared. The energy helps raise our vibrations. Raising your vibrations helps you communicate with the other side of the veil.

The next time someone puts you down for being involved in Metaphysics, just remind them of the string theory and M-theory in quantum physics and that most scientists agree there may be eleven dimensions in our universe. Okay so why can’t heaven be one of those? I used to look up for heaven but realize it is around us all the time. We are but a grain of dust at the universes’ feet.

Mediums use the energy from the people sitting for them to raise their own vibrations. People are batteries (Didn’t you watch the Matrix?). The more people the more energy. The more enlightened and spiritual people the greater the energy. Radio and TV uses energy to send and receive sounds and pictures. Mediums use energy to do the same thing! I raise my vibrations to receive signals from the other side. It really is simple. How do I explain it? I don’t. I also can’t explain the internet, radio or high definition television, but I know they work and I use them.

Just by sitting in a gallery or circle you energy level gets higher. You are then closer to the veil. Random names or thoughts may pop into your head. Write them down. Tune in to the medium and focus your thoughts on their voice and zoom in. Try to connect with their energy. I often had flashes of pictures, photos, names, words and symbols but not enough to turn into a sentence or scene. Kat uses a technique that I call the fishing rod technique. Once she gets a flash or connection she focuses on the flash and reels it in. It can be a name, word, and picture and draw it into you. Create a bridge to the other side. It is like hearing one of your favorite songs on someone else’s radio. You know it’s your favorite song by just hearing a few of the notes, so you strain and focus all of your attention on the source of the music and you can hear it clearer. You may still have a few gaps, but you get the main idea of the song or in a medium’s case a conversation and you fill in the gaps. You don’t have to hear the person say, “I love you,” you see a flash of red roses like John Edward sees. You get it?

One last thing about Kat’s circle or gallery, she does them in the light. All the mediums on TV read people in the light. When I do a one on one reading I do it in the light. A lot of circles are held in the dark. I don’t know why, but it just makes it easier to make a connection. Maybe it affects concentration or something. I know there are fewer distractions. I can do readings with my eyes open or shut. I prefer to shut my eyes and see the visions in my head. There are fewer distractions and I don’t want the expressions of the people I’m reading to distract me. Fortune tellers use the reactions of their mark to do their cold readings. I just want to tell my sitter what I’m seeing and hearing and not to let my imagination add anything.

Chapter 4: A Spirit Quest: The Awakening of a Skeptical Cowboy Psychic

2011-09-26T09:33:00.000-07:00

Chapter 4: Betty Crocker

Just because I’m a skeptical son of a bitch, I had to go back another time the next month. Could he do it again? Sure enough, he did. PJ got a great second reading and even a message from her grandmother for me to stop eating so much pork! Imagine that, a spirit with a sense of humor. I’m not giving up pork!

A week later I was at a business meeting with PJ as I had won a cruise down to Mexico with my company. They wined and dined us. All you can eat steak, ribs, drinks, you name it. I made the most of it I ate more pork ribs than I ever had in my life. They were free for cryin’ out loud! And that night my gall bladder had enough. It was the most pain I think I have ever been in. I’ve been kicked and pawed by horses, knocked around by some of the best light-heavyweight and heavyweight boxers, broken fingers and bones, a toenail pulled out without pain killer and shingles. But that night was the worst. PJ called an ambulance and off I went to the hospital were an eager doctor needed to make a car payment and wanted to cut the damn thing out. As I was lying there in pain I truly believed I was going to die. At that moment I asked my deceased grandfather if I was going to die as I lay on the gurney looking up at the florescent emergency room lights.

“Everybody has to die,” he said.

I was pissed off!
“Am I gonna’ die tonight!” I demanded.

“No, not tonight. You’re going to go on your cruise,” he said.

A little while later the early x-rays came back and the doctor gave me some morphine for the pain. Boy that was some good stuff. To make a long story short, I didn’t have it removed on other medical advice back in Dallas. I went to my acupuncturist went I got back and told him everything that I had told the emergency room staff. The elderly Chinese gentlemen touch a point on my back and I jumped off the table.

“It’s your gall bladder!”

What took him about three minutes to diagnose, took the emergency room in Austin more than four hours. I told him that they wanted to take it out, because it was only functioning 50%.

“Half a gall bladder is better than none at all,” he said.

Simple, to the point, and one thirty dollar treatment later and I have never had another problem with my gall bladder. Needless to say if PJ’s granny had any more advice, my ears were wide open.

During this time I read everything John Edward had written. I looked into James Van Praagh, Dannion Brinkley and anything I could find on mediums, psychics that was on television or the internet. I also started investigating local psychic mediums such as Marco Rodriguez. John Edward said something about how your guides will lead you to the right path and help you find your way. Marco had studied under a local medium by the name of Kathleen Tucci. My wife said why don’t you talk to Marco and have him help you. Out of all of the mediums in Dallas, I felt like I needed to attend Kathleen’s development circle. Telling PJ one of my favorite quotes by Alois Blackwell, University of Houston running back. He wanted to play for Coach Bill Yeoman, who developed the veer-T offense,

“I always wanted to play for someone who invented something. Why take a piece of cake from just anybody when you can get one from Betty Crocker?”

I went on a fact finding mission to check this psychic development stuff out. Kat introduced herself at the door and asked how I’d found out about her and the circle. I told her my spirit guides picked her. That widened her eyes a little bit. Even though I didn’t know anything about my guides or angels, I had just read about them. Later I’d find out that this really wasn’t a true development circle in the Spiritualist tradition, but a 30 minute lecture and gallery, where Kat channeled spirit’s that had messages for the people at the gallery. There were a lot of beginning mediums there and they were allowed to jump in at breaks and give messages as well. I didn’t get a message for about two or three galleries, but was quite satisfied with the arrangement and skills of Kathleen. I bought her book at the gallery, Vibrating to Spirit, and studied up on this future teacher of mine.

You see it is one thing to get messages and dreams from spirit when they want to come through, but quite another thing entirely to get messages when you want to. You just don’t snap your fingers and summoned a spirit. It ain’t that easy! It takes years to develop the skills necessary to become a medium like I wanted to be. All mediums are psychics, but not all psychics are mediums. Mediums talk to dead people. Spirit lowers their vibrations, while the medium raises theirs while showing pictures and sounds to the medium. We’ll get into the types of mediumship later. I’m a mental medium. Spirit shows me slow motion scenes like home movies in my minds eye. What is your minds eye you ask? Shut your eyes and imagine your car. It looks like a picture in your mind just like a dream. Get it? Spirit shows me movies, still photos, and talks to me by telling me names I hear in my head. So if you don’t know how to explain what is happening to you, you think you are going crazy!

Trust me; don’t go around telling people you see dead people and hear voices. They’ll lock you up faster than a Jack rabbit crossing I-35! That’s the beauty of talking to a group of other mediums. You can talk shop and find out what its is all about. I soaked up everything Kat taught. I learned everything from protection prayers to pendulums. It never hurts to read everything you can get your hands on. I’ve got about two hundred books about mediums, psychics, healing and such. I don’t agree with all of it, but I have the knowledge. How do you know what to believe if you haven’t heard all of the opinions? Keep an open mind and ask a ton of questions. You have to let go of ego and not give a damn what anybody else thinks of you. I sure as hell didn’t care what anybody thought. They’d find out soon enough that I was crazy!

Besides learning tons of metaphysical information at these galleries, I also got to witness a lot of different styles of mediumship. Marco often showed up the weekly galleries. I actually got sick after the first few meetings. Not sick from negative energy or evil spirits, but from the unbelievable incredible energy in the room. I learned to say a protection prayer before doing any type of metaphysical work. I believe that the prayer activates something in your subconscious, higher self and alerts your guides and angels about what is coming.
Here is an example of the prayer I use before I do readings:

“I open mind and heart to perceive all higher guidance through the white light of God. I ask him to fill my heart and life with his love, power and protection. Help me become a channel for healing and wisdom as everything I am and do is through God.”

I started to see spirit and hear things while attending Kat’s galleries. I could tell you who I was seeing at the time and would hear bits and pieces of conversation between Kat and the spirit she was talking to. I didn’t have a clue how to meditate or who my Master Guide was. You see before we come down here we make a deal with a “guide” that will watch over us and help us stay on our path in order to learn the lessons we want to learn in this lifetime. You get one Master Guide who stays with you you’re entire life (which is just a snap of the fingers in the afterlife or what I call a New York minute). You have many guides that will help you with certain problems/opportunities as they come along. You may have as many as half a dozen helping you depending on what your Master Guide deems necessary. You also have a Guardian Angel that looks after you. Both the Master Guide and Guardian Angel have unbelievable power and can intervene in your life if necessary. If you have a car coming straight at you and you are not scheduled to die for another 37 years, you can bet you Guardian Angel will pull some strings to save you. Just hope you didn’t ask to be maimed by a car in this life to learn humility, pain, suffering, and what ever else.

Many of the mediums in Kat’s gallery including Marco said they could see my master guide and that he was a tough, big, and Native American. The first time I heard this, I thought, Yeah right that will be the day. But after a bunch of mediums gave the same information, I started to believe. I’d always ask them for his name and always get the same answer, that’s between you and him. How do I find out his name? Learn to meditate and ask!

I thought this meditation business would be hard, but it really isn’t. Meditation is just staying quiet long enough to wipe out the thoughts in your head so you can talk to your higher self (soul) or guides or anyone crossed over. I recommend a guided meditation for anyone who wants to start. There are a ton of guided meditations out there. Just about every medium has one on their website for sale. John Edward, John Holland, Echo Bodine, Gordon Smith, etc all have guided meditations. There are different guided meditations. I’d buy the one that speaks to you. Your guides will direct you to the one that will be most beneficial. Some will have you walking through the forest or garden, while others will have you climbing stairs through different colors of lights. The main thing to remember is that the guided meditation is intended to relax you and focus your energy and attention in the present moment and make you forget about all of the things that are troubling you or things you have to get done. It is really similar to hypnosis.

After you’ve done it a few times you can go solo. I am dyslexic (see everything backwards) and had Attention Deficient Disorder (ADD) as a kid. I’m right handed but have lived in my right brain (the creative and spiritual side) all of my life. I had asthma and was a sickly kid until high school. I am a mental medium and rely on my skills of clairvoyance (clear seeing), clairaudience (clear hearing), claircognizance (clear knowing) and psychometry (the ability to hold objects and receive psychic visions). Some people that are clairaudient can’t clear their head during meditation and thoughts and random strings of information keep popping in their head while they are trying to concentrate. I’m one of those people! If you’re one, just let it go. Let the information come in one side and let it go out the other. The interruptions are a pain in the ass, but I don’t know any other way. Just don’t attach yourself to any of the random thoughts. It’s kind of like driving down the highway and noticing billboards. How many do you notice, maybe one or two? That’s because you’ve learned to ignore them and your brain and subconscious screens out all of the ones that would be of no interest to you. In time that’s the way your brain will help you in meditation.

Most of the guided meditations have you end up in a room of your making. Mine’s a cool adobe house in southern New Mexico, in my mind of course. There are different tools to help you such as, a couch were my spirit guides sit, a big-screen television if they want to show me something, etc. You get the idea. So once you end up in the room what do you ask you’re Spirit Guide or your Soul?

“What the hell were you thinking? How did I get into to this mess?”

Chapter 3: May I Have My Socks Back, Please?

2011-09-20T16:29:00.000-07:00

May I Have My Sock Back, Please?

This time we were waiting in line and got two tickets to get a reading from psychic medium Marco Rodriguez. I’m a cowboy so I wore some old tennis shoes, a non-western shirt and left it untucked to hide the big silver belt buckle (I only have one belt.), but I couldn’t hide the mustache. I didn’t want a cold reading from this guy who might say he had a horse coming through or something. We went to a pancake house to kill time before the reading. I had already decided what I wanted to hear from this guy. I didn’t want a horoscope reading. I wanted concrete proof! I knew PJ would be more open minded then me, so if this medium was for real, he’d have to knock my socks off!

I was first to be read. I sat down in front of him. He seemed pleasant enough. He had some Tarot cards in front of him and picked them up and just shuffled them. The first thing he said was,

“I have a Papa coming through.”

My mouth dropped open. He pronounced it like we called him, Papaw. It was my grandfather. I tried to make sense of it. Okay, okay I thought, it could have been a guess; tons of people have grandfathers known as Papa.

“He says his name is Edward,” Marco said.

Okay, my jaw hit the floor that time.

“He’s a really big man, wearing cowboy boots and leather,” Marco said.

I’m trying to rationalize this. Lucky guess? I didn’t know.

“Is your father in spirit?” Marco asked.

I thought I have him here, because my dad is not dead.

“Because he is calling him self, Daddy…Daddy Don,” Marco said.

Well I’ll be damned, I thought. That was my other deceased grandfather.

Marco went on to describe all kinds of things about them, such as what they looked like, what they did for a living, how they saw me at work. Then they (my grandfathers) proceeded to tell him where I worked and Marco was right on. I was kind of stunned. And then the knockout punch came.

“Did your grandfather listen to Elvis?” Marco asked.

“No, not that I’m aware of.”

“Did he have some Elvis records?”

I’d seen all of his LP records, eight track tapes and even cassette tapes and I never remembered a single Elvis copy. Marco was shaking his head and finally said.

“Your grandfather told me to look at that lady’s purse that had Elvis on it. Do you understand what he means?”

“Yes I do!”

I explained to Marco that only me and a cousin knew the Elvis story and it involved my grandfather having talked to Elvis’ dad about buying some Quarter Horses in the early sixties. Know one else in the family knew the story. Hell I bet Elvis himself didn’t know anything about it. My grandfather was a big Quarter Horse owner and breeder in the early and mid-sixties and met many celebrities.

That was the icing on the cake for me. This guy was for real and I was satisfied with everything he told me in a short 15 minutes. PJ was next and her grandmother came through and knocked her socks off. Marco came up with information that nobody in the world would have known, but her. I was on a high for a few days. What did this all mean? Marco proved to me beyond a reasonable doubt that there is life after death. We don’t die! Wow! Sit a minute and think about the implications. We don’t die. All of are friends and relatives that have passed on can see us, watch us, celebrate with us and mourn with us. They see it all. They don’t judge! Everything is unconditional love. All of this information was just spinning around in my head.

I believed in heaven or a hereafter. But now I know there is a heaven. And let me tell you there is a big difference in believing and knowing. Okay, now you know that you can never die, what’s next? I mean how you live your life knowing that some of the BS in Sunday school may be true. How will I be judged? Who will do the judging? Holy crap I need to change my lifestyle. At one time I didn’t think I’d live past thirty or maybe even forty because of the characters I hung out with. I had really cleaned up my act when I met PJ, but still had a little outlaw in me. Then I started thinking about everything bad I’d ever done. You know, like your life flashing before your eyes (We’ll get to that later, but when you first arrive in heaven you have a life review. I know because I talk to dead people.). Some of the things done could never be repaid. Some of the people I mistreated could never be undone. What now? By God you’ve got to start making up for the bad crap and hope you come out on top in the end.

Pretty heavy stuff! Stop living for yourself and start living for others. It was as if someone hit me between the eyes with a two-by-four (not to be confused with opening my third eye).

“You selfish son of a bitch!” I thought.

All this time, all the material goods, all the wasted time, all of the hollow friendships, never give a sucker an even break, always watch your back and never trust anyone. It was a crystal clear moment. Not that I haven’t fallen off the judgment wagon from time to time. It’s human nature to do so. You just want to be a better human. You now have the keys of life in your hand.

“Do un to others as you would have them do UN to you.”

Seems like I’ve heard that before. I just couldn’t place it. Just didn’t understand it. Didn’t have a clue until now. This was pretty heavy thinking for me. I wasn’t even ready for anything about karma or reincarnation. I mean I was still skeptical for God’s sake! I just needed to get my socks back on that Marco had knocked off and think about all of this metaphysical shit for a while.

Chapter 2, And the Band Played On

2011-09-15T09:33:00.000-07:00

And the Band Played On

I started hearing music while I was lying in bed. Sometimes it was classical, which I’m not particularly fond of; sometimes it was rock and roll. All of the radios, televisions, clock radios were turned off. When I got up, I couldn’t hear the music outside of the room or the house. It didn’t matter what corner I walked to in the room, it didn’t get louder or quieter, and it just kept on playing. I wouldn’t dare tell a soul. Maybe I was about to die. I’ve heard stories of people hearing music right before the passed away. Interesting! I wonder how long it’s going to take. I never thought I’d make it to forty and here’s my proof! Well I’ll be damned!

I had started dating a woman who is now my wife. I wasn’t about to tell her. I don’t mind anyone thinking I’m crazy, but I’m sure as hell not going to give them any proof. The dreams kept getting stronger with more people from my past. Once an old sixth grade school mate came to me, told me his name (which I couldn’t have told you before) and showed me a big black sewer pipe sitting on the side of the road. I asked him what about it? He showed me a cell phone inside the pipe and a street sign where the pipe/phone was supposed to be. I looked up the address on the computer and it was the street address was John F. Kennedy had been assassinated in Dallas. I was living in the mid-cities at the time, between Dallas and Ft. Worth. Wow! That was a weird dream. I never knew the name of the street where the assassination occurred. Or did I? Is my mind playing tricks on me? I mean did my subconscious know the street? Had I heard it on the radio, television or read it in a book? What are the odds? What did Joe (my sixth grade friend) want to show me? Was he dead? Was he talking to me in a dream? Okay this is starting to get to me. It’s a dream right? It’s okay to share a dream. So I told PJ about the dream. She was more open to it than I was. Did you go there to see if there was a pipe and a cell phone? No. Maybe it means something else, she said.

We’d been dating for more than a year so I was pretty confident she wouldn’t kick me out to the curb, so I told her all of it. I spilled my guts. Told her everything! The dreams, the people, the visitations, the music, all of it. “Well what do you think? Am I crazy? Do I need to seek professional help?” She didn’t think so, thank God. I had more of the visitation dreams. And then the kicker, she started hearing the music too. Once we went out with our small church group home team to a restaurant. After everyone had finished eating and talking we got up to go home. One of the woman in our group fainted and her husband caught her. My eyes were as big as saucers, for standing beside her was the ghost of her father who said, “She’ll be okay.”

I was frozen in place. PJ asked if I was okay. I whispered to her, “Do you see anybody standing next to her?” No, why? Let’s go I said. I saw her father standing next to her. I saw him just like any other person, except he was a smoking wisp of a person in black and white. He was bald in his fifties, with a beard, kind of looked like Sean Connery. PJ didn’t know what to say. It really freaked me out. I didn’t sleep that night. As a matter of fact I don’t think I had a good night’s sleep since I suffered the concussion. I was always waking in the middle of the night. I was having two or three dreams a night visitation dreams, déjà vu and my head and neck were getting tight. Nothing ever happens without a reason.

It was one of these nights that I couldn’t sleep that I got up to watch Television at three in the morning. I had cable and over 150 channels and nothing was on. I surfed up and down the dial and couldn’t find anything I was interested in. Then I happened on a reality TV show called the Maury Povich Show. He was a talk show host and was doing a best of show featuring the psychic medium John Edward. This looks good I thought. This guy was unbelievable! He talked about some of the stuff that was happening to me! But I was and still am a skeptic. Everything can be fixed and hardly anything is on the level. I couldn’t figure out how this guy named John Edward was getting information for the audience. Psychic my butt, I don’t believe! But this is the best con artist I’ve ever seen. The showmanship of this guy is great and very entertaining.

I have a psychic medium friend who says, “John Edward, the medium who launched the careers of 10,000 mediums.” I mean I’d seen Kreskin on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson as a kid, but I wasn’t a believer. It was just entertaining television. Even today there are so many fake psychics and fortune tellers it makes me cringe. Anyway this John Edward guy had a television show on the Sci-Fi channel. If that doesn’t prove he’s a fake I don’t know what does. But still I tuned in and watched an episode. This guy is so cool, I thought. The audience members he was reading were crying and the information coming through to him was odd. I figured he had microphones in the audience, bathroom or outside the studio. You know, you may be talking about who you want to hear from to your friend in line and a microphone or spy hears it and reports to the medium. I am the most skeptical son of a bitch you will ever meet in your life, bar none. I’ve seen it all and done half of it. Like the gambler says, “the only thing on the level is mountain climbing.” I mean what kind of life do you have to live to be this cynical? Maybe working in boxing and horse racing with drug dealers, gamblers, pimps, hookers, junkies, thieves, liars, con men, touts, etc., yeah, that makes you pretty cynical. So anyway John Edward was getting information that you wouldn’t talk about in the bathroom, in-line or even to your best friend. He was coming up with stuff like, your grandfather’s dog’s name and scenes from the hospital before the person died and things that were left in the coffin of the person who crossed over. By the way, the name of his show was, Crossing Over. He said everybody was psychic and that you didn’t need to go to a psychic to talk to your loved ones who had crossed over, because they are around you when you need them. Wow, this is different.

But it was the reaction of the sitters that made the show. You could tell how good it made them feel to have made contact with their loved one. I thought to myself, even if this guy is not legit, he’s really not harming anyone and actually making them feel good about themselves. John would talk about some of the things that happened to him before he became a medium and how he was a skeptic. Wow, I could relate to some of this. But I still needed another opinion. I asked PJ to watch the show. She was impressed. Is he real I’d ask? Why not? She is a lot more open minded than I am, thank God!

Later that week I bought John Edward’s book at the book store. I read it in a few days and kept video taping his TV show. I was truly impressed with this guy. He was a good guy. I was still skeptical. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Sometimes I would be awakened at night by voices. I wake up, hear the voices, but couldn’t make out what they were talking about. I’d get out of bed and put my ear to the wall. Nobody was out there. How freakin’ weird is that. A few months passed and I’m a certified, card carrying, John Edwards fan.

PJ saw an ad in the Dallas paper for the Dallas Psychic Fair and asked if I wanted to go. Sure, I said to her disbelieving ears. Are you sure? We went and paid seven bucks a piece to get in the door. The psychic fair was held in a big hotel ballroom. All of the readers are sitting at tables around the outside walls, as vendors selling crystals and new age products were located in the center. I just shook my head. There were psychics, mediums, tea leaf readers, playing card readers, Tarot readers, rune readers and more. Most of the people looked normal, but there were many exceptions.

If you ever want to make someone skeptical, take them to a psychic fair. It was a regular thirty ring circus. You had to go up to a table to pay another ten bucks to get a reading from one of the readers. You made an appointment and the readings lasted no more than 15 minutes. Ten bucks for 15 minutes of entertainment, oh well I promised PJ. I walked around the tables and looked for the most legitimate psychic I could find. I finally decided on one lady, gave my ten bucks to the money taker and received a little ticket that said my reading was in thirty minutes. PJ picked someone and had her reading first. Her reading was with a lady who read little stones. Oh please give me a break, I thought. Anyway she was excited with the reading she got. It sounded a little vague to me, but the lady did mention some stuff that was going on in PJ’s life that was right on, so I didn’t slam the door completely on her reading. After all it was her reading and if it made her happy, so be it. I got my reading from another reader and wasn’t that impressed. She said a lot of things that could apply to anybody, kind of like reading your horoscope in the paper. Now I am a believer in Astrology now, but I don’t think you can write a horoscope wide enough to cover every Cancer in the world. I wasn’t impressed. While waiting for my reading, PJ overheard some people talking about a medium there that was so accurate. We went to get a ticket for him and he was sold out for the day. The Dallas Psychic Fair is held once a month and the next month, PJ asked if I wanted to go again. Why not, I answered. I was bored and didn’t have anything else to do that Sunday. Only this time I wanted to get there early enough to get the pick of the litter. What was the name of that psychic medium?

A Spirit Quest: The Awakening of a Skeptical Cowboy Psychic

2011-09-07T11:22:00.000-07:00

I will add a new chapter to my autobiography each Wednesday. 26 chapters, Enjoy!

Preface
Why did I write this book? I’m just a simple West Texas cowboy who’s never meant anybody any harm. I am the biggest skeptic I know. You are going to have to prove it to me! Everything is fixed and if it isn’t fixed it can be! I’ve lived about three lifetimes in this body before my psychic experiences hit me between the eyes like a kick from an East Texas plow mule. I’ve been a boxer, bouncer, and bartender and worked in horse racing for more than 15 years and I had seen it all and had done half of it. Before finishing my fancy education at the University of Oklahoma, I got a street education. That’s where I developed a thick skin, a healthy skepticism and I’m told I can have a sarcastic attitude at times. I don’t have an attitude. I try to get along with just about anybody as long as they aren’t trying to pull something over on me. If you told me I’d be in this situation ten years ago, I’d call you a bald-faced liar! I’ve been talkin’ to dead people and takin’ trips without ever leaving the home place for seven years now.
It started in the mid-nineties. I was helping my dad move and clean out the attic in 100+ degree Texas heat, sweating like a pig. I had a heat stroke coming out of the attic, fell, landed on my head (thank God, ‘cause I’ve been told I’m hard headed) and received a concussion. A couple of days in the hospital and I was good as new. So I thought. Within months I started having crazy dreams, hearing voices and music that wasn’t there, seeing ghosts (spirit) and having very strange déjà vu experiences. I didn’t tell a soul.
I couldn’t find any good books to describe what I was going through. Am I religious? Being spiritual or religious doesn’t have anything to do with being psychic. I was raised in the Methodist Church. After a while I quit believing altogether. I became an agnostic and then an atheist. I’d researched every major religion and didn’t find an answer. I did believe there was a reason for everything. I just didn’t understand the Great Spirit. I was one confused pup! Now I’m back to believin’ because I got the answers everybody asks!
As my spiritual I.Q. was rapidly rising, so were the vibrations in my head and body. If I had to do it all over again would I? Will I have to anyway? I’m getting ahead of myself. No one should go through the psychic process like I did with out having a little help describing the crap that is going to happened to them! Some of it is fun, some of it is scary and the rest is indescribable! I’ve read over a hundred books about becoming a psychic. And there are darn few that tell you what is going to happen to you as you discover your psychic gifts. Most of the psychics will tell you they were born that way and couldn’t really tell you how they developed their gifts. I do believe that all people are born psychic, just like we are all born with athletic and artistic talent. Some of us are naturals. Others, like me had to learn and practice to refine my skills. So By God, I’ve got nothing to hide and I decided if I ever got good enough at some point I’d write a book to help others. I’m just a simple cowboy who never expected anything like this to happen. I call ‘em like I see them and tell it like it is. It’s a hell of a ride and I hope to tell you when to hold on and when to relax. I’ll tell you a spiritual story that will blow your mind. If you don’t want to develop your gift, that’s alright to, but come along for the ride, you’ll learn the things they don’t teach you in Sunday School and it’s a helluva’ good story!

Am I Crazy?
Like I said in the foreword I believe all people are born with natural psychic gifts. Let me start by telling you that you were a hell of a psychic until the age of five or six. Some of you still are. The rest of us were told that we don’t really see Grandmother Meagan or Aunt Sara! They passed away a long time ago. Or that invisible friend or pet is just a figment of your imagination. Yeah, right! The next time you have the opportunity to really get to know a three or four-year-old, ask them what colors are around your head and if they see anyone else in the room. By God, they’ll knock your socks off! I’m a big guy that stands about six foot three and on a good day weigh about two hundred and twenty five pounds. I have a big desperado mustache and use to manage a retail store at the airport. When I open my psychic self up, it’s fun to see the little kids going by in the strollers pointing above my head (We all have different aura colors depending on the level of your development). Little toddlers would walk up to me and say, “Hi!” I’d smile and say, “Hi!” back before a horrified mother would come running up and grab them by the hand. I could over hear them saying, he or she have never done that before! And when you go to the zoo and all of the animals come from the far corner of their enclosures to come to you. It’s pretty cool. The kids can see it! The animals can see it! I see it! And so can you!
So everybody is born with a sixth sense. Take Déjà vu for example. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t experienced Déjà vu. That’s the sense that you have met or known someone before, even though this is the first time you’ve met them. Or, you have a feeling that you have been to a certain place before and you get feelings you don’t understand, but this place, time, event that is so familiar, but you just can’t recall or place it. Déjà vu used to happen to me all the time and always freaked me out. I experienced it when I was a kid and it got stronger as I got older. What is it? I get into that later. It’s a cool thing and yes it does exist and I’ll tell you later in the book what it means. It’s okay if you don’t believe in the same things that I do. In time you will!
Dreams are another example. Everybody dreams. It’s a proven scientific fact, even if you don’t remember your dreams. Even animals dream! That’s another reason I knew they have a soul, even before I developed by mediumship skills I knew. There are those that don’t make sense or what I call nonsense dreams. You know the ones when you are falling and wake up before you hit the ground, or you’re at the circus with a bunch of strangers. I know the brain doesn’t believe they are nonsense. So I just let my brain and subconscious work it out.
Then there are visitation dreams. The ones, were your deceased grand parents come and visit you and tell you how proud they are of you and how they love you very much! I like those dreams, because spirit on the other side does have the ability to come into your dreams with your higher consciousness permission. Don’t ever discount these dreams! Relatives and loved ones come into our dreams because that is the easiest way to communicate with us without freaking us out. What if you were driving along the highway and your deceased grandfather chimed in and was sitting in the passenger seat! You drive off the road, hit a tree and the next thing you know, you’re standing next to him in heaven! So that’s why I like these visitation dreams. These types of dreams I forget about when I wake up. I know I’ve had them, but don’t remember them. The third type of dream you may have, I call a vision dream. This is when you are visited by someone in your dream and they tell you something very important and you never forget. It is as if this dream happened while you are awake and you remember it as if you really experienced it. And that is because you really did! I know, it blew my mind too! This is how it started for me.
So here I am in my mid-thirties, helping my father clean out his attic in hundred plus heat in Ft. Worth, Texas. I’m sweating like black hearted cowboy in church, when the next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital. I’d had a heat stroke and had fallen out of the attic onto the concrete floor and suffered a concussion. Man that hurt! It hurt for a long time. I was a boxer, night club bouncer and even worked in the starting gate at the racetrack and have been knocked around quite a bit, but never like this. Once I was pulled out of the starting gate after the horse had tossed the rider and had sucked me down with it, knocking the hell out of me. I had my fists clenched and up protecting my face when they pulled me out. Someone asked me if I was okay. I said, “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay! What round is it?” They called the EMT’s and I sat out a couple of rounds, I mean races.
A few months later I started having a lot of strange nonsense dreams all in living color and high definition. I thought this was interesting and went on living my life. It seemed like I was more aware of the little things around me. It was almost like I extended my vision some way. I looked at things differently. Sitting in my truck in traffic, I’d notice a butterfly floating by. It was strange because I became aware that I noticed the butterfly floating by. I’d think to myself, “What does that mean?” Why did I notice that? Of all the things to notice, the music blaring from my radio, the billboards on the road, the cute woman in the car in front of me, I mean why the butterfly? Is that the first butterfly I have ever noticed flying in front of my truck? Surely not! I mean, why I would remember something like this and not another event that has happened before. And, what the hell am I doing trying to examine this!
I called events like this the start of my awakening. It’s when you stop thinking about your selfish self and start examining the thoughts and feelings of others. Believe me it is hard to do. You mean I’m not the center of the universe? I’d notice things that I don’t remember noticing before. It was almost like I was a wide-eyed kid going to the zoo for the first time, so much to see and so little time. It’s like a dog with a smile on its face watching you, wondering what’s going on in your head. Little kids do it too! I think they are communicating with us on another level. The more open you are to feelings and all that touchy feely stuff, you know, like finding yourself, the more you begin to understand. Well, I wasn’t in to that.
Bum Phillips, former head football coach of the Houston Oilers, once gave a speech at the Astrodome full of 70,000 fans, just after the Oilers had lost the AFC championship game for the second straight year to the Pittsburgh Steelers.
“One year ago, we knocked on the door,” Phillips said.
“This year, we beat on the door.”
“Next year, we’re going to kick the son-of-a-bitch in.”
Well that’s what my guides did to me. I was having a really nice sex dream. In my dream, I was in bed with a beautiful dark haired woman that had been drinking a little too much. She didn’t seem to mind so we had sex and it was great! All of a sudden, I heard someone in my room say, “You failed the test!” I woke up, out of that pleasant dream and saw a little Chinese monk at the end of my bed with a hood over his head. He said, It again, “You failed the test!” and I jumped out of the bed faster than you can imagine. I grabbed the .357 Smith and Wesson revolver I had on my dresser, turned and he was gone! My heart was beating about a million miles an hour. I looked around the room, opened the closet, checked the window, and proceeded to check the whole house, room by room. I opened the second bedroom and Rebel, my 145 pound red Bloodhound, was sound asleep guarding the back door and nothing gets by him. I went around the house in my underwear; gun in hand at 3 o’clock in the morning looking for that strange little man and the hooded robe.
I never found him. I sat down on the bed and tried to think it out. Was he part of my dream? No, way! I heard him loud and clear. As a matter of fact he woke me from that pleasurable dream. Was it an alien? I didn’t know. I didn’t tell anyone for a long, long time. A few months later the scenario happened again. All though this time it was a dream, she was real, both had been drinking, and yes we had sex. I really liked this woman and didn’t want sex to get in the way a beginning relationship. After sex she freaked out and couldn’t believe we’d had sex, she was in love with another and really had a hard time with it. Déjà vu, well I’ll be damned! What the hell just happened? That little funny man knew! I sure as hell failed the test this time. It really freaked me out.
I soon started to get a lot of the visitation dreams by people that I didn’t even remember their names. It would be like, oh there’s so and so, I haven’t seen them since high school. Didn’t he die in a car wreck? What was his name? Oh thanks, Jimmy. Did you just talk to me Jimmy? Oh my God! And I’d wake up. No, I’m not forgetting that dream. This all happened for a few years. I never told anybody. Then I started hearing the music, when there wasn’t any music to be heard! What in the ball-headed hell is going on here?

The Movie "Hereafter" Got It Right...

2010-10-26T07:03:00.000-07:00

Finally a movie about mediumship that gets it right. Thank you Clint Eastwood and Matt Damon. It wasn't flashy, it wasn't scary,it just was the way it is. You can't die! The middle of the movie was a little slow setting up for me, but that's just how life is and I'm an impatient son of a bitch. The real mediums really want to help people. It's just that you can't choose who gets the messages. I wish it was only the doubters, skeptics, agnostics, atheists and people in such grief that they can't continue with their lives that asked for readings. I love to bring through their loved ones on the other side to bring prospective tho their lives and get them back on their paths so they can continue to learn and live with peace of mind.

I appreciated the movie showing the frauds in mediumship. I always tell my students that there are bad people everywhere. Think of all of the dishonest or bad doctors, lawyers, police officers, teachers and politicians in society today. You really can't trust anybody today. Sad as that may seem, it really means something when you find a soulmate, lover, friend or companion to trust. That's probably why I've had so many horses and dogs in my life. I haven't been lied to yet by a horse or dog. I have been kicked, but then I've done my share of telling it like it is.

If you want to see a good movie, go see "Hereafter." Think about it! I'm a skeptic, a medium and a believer! What would you do different in this life knowing that you can't die? Will you learn, teach, serve, heal or help those who need help getting back on their path? I hope so!

Steve "You couldn't die if you wanted to!" Spur

Papa (In Spirit) Finds Me A Dog...

2010-10-06T16:09:00.000-07:00

I wanted to add another dog to our family. We had Lady our Basenji, Sheba, our German Shorthair Pointer and I wanted a Bloodhound. I had a Bloodhound before and a big Bluetick Female as his companion. I bought Jesse when she was six months old. She had a bawl that would stop a train on the tracks, thinking another locomotive was coming. My grandmother, whose name was also Jesse, had a fit when she found out the dog’s name was Jesse.

“I can’t believe you named a darn dog after me!” I told her, “Mama, she was already named. I can’t change her name; she wouldn’t know when I was calling her.”

Anyway, I wanted a female bloodhound, not as big as the male I had before. I asked my deceased grandfather, Papa, to find me a hound. It didn’t matter what color, but I was looking for a Red or as close to solid black as I could find. I looked for more than six months. I think PJ was relieved that I couldn’t find one. She’d never had a dog that big. I was looking in the want ads in the Dallas Morning News and the Ft. Worth Star Telegram and on Petfinder.com for all of the Animal Shelter and Breed Rescue groups. It wasn’t that I was that particular, they just weren’t available.

One day I was looking in the lost and found ads and saw that someone had placed an ad for a lost female, black and tan bloodhound, that was very sweet and they had been looking for her owner for more than two weeks. I thought about it and called the number. I said I hoped they found the owner, but if they didn’t I’d sure like to adopt a nice Bloodhound and left my phone number. A couple of weeks passed and I was looking in the Dogs For Sale ads, I found this:

BLOODHOUND YOUNG FEMALE SWEETIE WITH CHOKE CHAIN ON NO TAGS. ANY INFORMATION PLEASE CALL 817-***-**** SHE NEEDS HER OWNERS!!!!! BLACK/TAN. SOMEONE CALLED BY THE NAME OF STEVE, PLEASE CALL AGAIN, WROTE NUMBER DOWN WRONG FOR THE DOG, ANYONE ELSE CAN CALL ABOUT THE DOG TOO, SHES A SWEETIE!!!!

Now this ad wasn’t in the lost and found section, but dogs for sale section. Wow! I’ll chalk that one up to my grandfather. I’d asked him to help me find a good dog. I’d just given up hope that he heard me. PJ couldn’t believe it. I mean if that wasn’t a sign in black and white, I don’t know what is. She was still a little apprehensive. What if we don’t like her or isn’t the dog you want? Did you already tell them you’d take her? But I had a backup plan. If we didn’t like her I had written down the name of a contact for the Bloodhound Rescue in the Dallas/Ft. Worth Area.

PJ nervously asked me what I planned to name her if we adopted her. I told her the story of Mama and how mad she had got, so we thought about naming her after our mothers as a joke. I really liked the name Pearl, like my great-grandmother. PJ liked the name Scarlett. I told her that Scarlett was a good name, but would be a better name for a Red Bloodhound. Besides, every time we called for her I’d think of the movie actress Scarlett Johansson. You wouldn’t want that would you? PJ then countered with the name Morgan. It sounded a little too preppie for me, but went along with it to get her blessing for the dog.

Turns out the people who had her were a little apprehensive about who adopted her. We talked with them for about 20 minutes about the beautiful black and tan bloodhound they had rescued that was darting in and out of traffic on the highway. They had a small chain link fence and the sweet little Bloodhound was a fence jumper. We decided to give the cute little girl a home. (I estimated she was about six months old and weighed about 60 pounds). The family was relieved that we were good folks and told me they had a back up plan if we didn’t meet their standards. The man told me the name of the contact at the Bloodhound Rescue that he was going to call the next day. I pulled out the piece of paper out of my pocket and showed him the same name and number. Coincidence or sign?

I’ll take that as sign number two. I said, I’d go out to the truck and get a leash for her. The wife asked what we were going to call her. I lied and said we hadn’t thought about it yet. She laughed and said that her little five year old boy fell in love with her the moment she brought her home and within minutes named her, Jesse. PJ’s mouth dropped open. I’ll take that as sign number three. On our way back home I pointed out the three signs again; first there was the ad in the newspaper, second the name of the Bloodhound Recue man and last the name Jesse. PJ looked up to heaven and said, “Thanks Papa!”

Peace,

Steve "Let the Big Hounds Howl" Spur

My Spirit Guide Knows a Guide, Who Knows an Angel…True Story

2010-07-25T11:03:00.001-07:00

My Spirit Guide Knows a Guide, Who Knows an Angel…True Story

I really don’t care what people think of me. My wife reminds me that I can be an ass at times. But, I’m not one who would ambush an unsuspecting person with a message from someone who has crossed over. Homey don’t play that! I don’t like mediums that do that. If someone comes up to me that I don’t know and tells me they have a message from someone that has departed, is looking for an old fashioned West Texas cowboy ass whipping!

That being said, I was in Florida with my wife at a conference that had a lot of metaphysical speakers. We were enjoying a presentation by Denise Lynn when I saw young women in the crowd and something clicked. I heard a voice in my head say, “There she is.” So she’s attractive and I have a guide that thinks the same. I didn’t think any more about it. It turned out that the women ended up sitting near my wife and me. The voice came back, “She needs a reading.”

Sorry about her luck, because I don’t do that!

We broke up in small groups to do a past life regression. This woman was in a group with my wife and they would get to exchange small talk. The voice said, “It’s not for her it’s for someone she knows.”

Sorry for the person she knows. I don’t do that.

Now on my website I offer pro bono readings for people that are distressed, grieving and can’t afford the $50 it costs for a thirty minute reading. I get a ton of emails asking for free readings. I read them and throw it up to my guides and they say yes or no. I trust my posse, the “voice.”

The voice said, “This is not a family member, she hasn’t met them yet and the person hasn’t crossed yet.”

Okay, so now I’m starting to understand just a little bit of what Noah went through. A flood?

The voice was said it would be alright, she will be open to it. So after the small group broke up and the lecture was over, I asked my wife if she met the women. “Yes, she was very pleasant, why?”

I asked is she alright? Is she open to all of this? She told me she thought she was a life coach or something similar and seemed really interested in this.

I walked up to her and said, “I’m not hitting on you. That’s my wife and I’m happily married.”

I proceeded to tell her that my guides had told me that someone she was to know would badly need a reading to help her back on her path and help her grieving. She said she didn’t know anyone like that and I said you’re right. It’s no big deal. I handed her my card and said give this to the person you will know that needs it for a free reading. She took it and I didn’t think I’d ever her from her again.

Two months later in December she wrote me:

“I met you at the I Can Do It seminar in Tampa and you gave me your card offering a free reading to someone I know who is grieving. You told me I would know who this person is. Can you be more specific about this? Is it a male or a female that I should be offering this to? I truly appreciate your generous offer and want to make sure I am extending it to the right person.”

I responded:

“I think it is a female. It is or will be a friend of family member. It may be someone that you just run across. You will know when it happens. There won't be a doubt.

Once my guides had me make three healing/prayer fans. I knew right away who the first two where for, but I didn't have a clue about the third. They told me I was suppose to give the third fan to a lady I didn't even know. It was a lady that had recently moved to the Dallas area and opened a metaphysical store. I asked for a sign the next day and sure enough they gave me one. I dropped the fan off at her store and left a note telling her it was the wishes of my guides for her to have it.

She tracked me down and found an e-mail for me a few weeks later. On that day that I gave her the fan it was the anniversary of the death of her Native American teacher who taught her how to heal. He had promised her his medicine fan when he died, but she never received it. It was his way of keeping his promise.

So you will know when you will be able to help someone is in a great deal of pain grieving.

It was nice meeting you at the conference. Both my wife and I learned so much by attending.

Good luck and peace, Steve”

I received an email from the person that was supposed to receive the card in July of 2010, ten months after my guides called me out.

“Steve, A new friend of mine gave me a strange message from you to me. I live in NYC. You met her at a book conference in Tampa some time late last year, 2009. She told me recently about a message she got from you. You walked up to her out of the blue and said a friend will come into your life soon. She will have someone in common with you. Have that person contact me...I want to give her a reading. I recently became close with her & her husband. She & her husband were very close to my father. He died on June 10th 2010. She told me that she couldn't figure out who the person was for along time until we were in conversation a few days ago.”

The lady was very pleasant and believed in mediumship. I set a date to give her a reading three days later. The free reading lasted an hour and ten minutes. I brought through her father that had crossed over in June. I didn’t get his name until about half way through the reading. His mother brought him through. I gave this woman a lot of names that she validated, named and described some pets the father was with now and a lot of other things only she would know. She had cleaned out the house he was living in. I told her that she found a stack of air-mail letters in her father’s desk and they were very important to him and he wanted her to have them. She explained that she did find them and that they were letters that her father had collected with a recent correspondence with long lost relatives who lived in Spain. I described a gold nugget pinky ring and a gun she found in his belongings. He told me he looked like Dennis Farina of the TV show Law and Order. After the reading she sent his photo and he did!

I wondered why I was picked for this mission. It had to be a deal worked in the back rooms of the other side between his guides and mine while this man was still alive. My guides also showed a movie of this man at Hialeah racetrack that had been closed for years. He was also a racing fan that had attended Gulfstream, Belmont and Aqueduct. He was a horse player! I worked all over the country at Thoroughbred tracks for fifteen years!

So his guides knew when he would cross over, knew his friends were at this conference in Tampa nine months before he would die and knew there would be at least one medium there that would be able to receive messages from him and the rest of his family that had crossed over!

It just blows my tiny little cowboy mind! Thank God that my guides and angels are ten times smarter than me and are always looking out for me. I still haven’t figured out why I haven’t won the lottery yet. I ask them all the time.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a guide that knows a guide that may have some numbers…”

They always respond, “You’ve already won the lottery. Just look around and see what you have!”

Peace,

Steve “Count My Blessings” Spur

Boots and Manure ...

2010-01-24T12:02:00.000-08:00

How many pairs of shoes can you wear at one time? I used to own just two pair of boots, my funeral boots and my work boots. I kept a nice pair of boots for special occasions such as funerals, weddings, big races and such. I figured I’d also save someone the trouble of having to clean the horse manure off my work boots if it was my time to die. I have a few extra pair these days and I keep thinking that owning four pair of boots is extravagant. Now it’s okay to own a few pair of jeans, shirts and underwear, to make a full load for the washing machine. I only wear one suit or coat at a time and only drive one pickup truck at a time. There shouldn’t be a limit on dogs, no matter how rich or poor you are. I don’t know what I’d do with the money if I won the lottery. I’d hope I’d help other people that only have one pair of boots.

Happy trails, Steve

Of Legends and Egos ...

2010-01-18T15:13:00.000-08:00

When I began studying mediumship, I wanted to be the best medium in the world! It’s still a nice goal to have, but I thought about modifying it to be the best in Texas or maybe Dallas. I try live in the present instead of the ego and there are some pretty good mediums in Dallas. If I take the ego out of the picture, I could be the best medium in Waxahachie (Population 35K) or at the least, down the road in Rockett (population 900). I started to think of the possibilities and figured I may not be the best in my own house. You see my wife and German Shorthair Pointer (the inside dog) can see and hear spirit. I just want to be a humble cowboy psychic medium so I went inside my office at home and locked the door. I sat in my chair and Angel, our white cockatiel, whistled at me. I just shook my head because Angel sees spirit at times. So I did a meditation and went into my mind. I thought, “By God, I’m the best there ever was in here!” How about that, I’m a legend in my own mind! Damn, it’s hard to live without ego getting’ in the way, but I will try!

Peace,

Steve “humble” Spur

A Cowboy's First Tea Party...

2009-12-28T14:49:00.000-08:00

The highlight of my Christmas was being asked to my first tea party on Christmas Eve. I arrived at our friends house to eat dinner and I wasn't there five minutes when little Eden dressed in her pajamas, a few months shy of her third birthday (with horses we call that a two-year-old coming three), took my hand and ask me to come with her. She started up the stairs and I asked, "Where are we going?"

"We're going to a tea party," she said quietly.

We'll I've never been invited to a tea party before and wasn't about to miss this one with a little blue-eyed, blonde-haired host. We went into the guest bedroom and I sat on the bed while she opened the closet doors. Inside was a whole little girl kitchen set-up (all made of wood). There was a refrigerator, sink, oven, microwave and pantry.

She pulled out a little ceramic teapot and two little ceramic tea cups.

"Be very careful," she warned. "These are glass!"

I promised and she tried to pour me some imaginary tea while keeping the lid from falling off. It looked like it was chore to pour it just right, but this being my first tea party i wasn't entirely sure.

After she filled my cup (I assume it was full). I started to take a sip.

"Wait!' she yelled. "We have to warm it up!"

She then put my cup of tea in the wooden microwave oven and pressed a bunch of numbers on the panel. I'm not sure what numbers she punched, but the tea was ready in about thirty seconds. She handed it to me and I said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Eden said.

I began to take a sip and she yelled out. "No!"

"You need to blow on it first. It's too hot!"

So I blew on the hot tea for about thirty seconds before I got the go ahead from this tiny hostess.

I was about to take my first sip when she made me wait again.

"We have to put sugar in it," she said.

So she put quite a bit of imaginary sugar in the cup (I guess that's why tea parties are so popular) and she then offered me syrup. Well, with this being my first tea party I wasn't quite sure how to answer. I figured it must be the proper protocol, so I said, "Please."

This time I waited for her to drink from her cup first.

"This is very good tea Eden."

"Thank you," she said in a pleased tone. "Would you like a cookie?"

"Yes please," I said.

She opened the wooden oven and I was hoping she had a real box of cookies in there. But, alas it was a round wooden cookie with little brown spots that represented the chocolate chips. I was about to take a bite when she said, "Wait!" As she proceeded to add sugar and syrup to the cookie. Let me tell you, that was one sweet wooden cookie!

"Thank you, this is good," I said.

"You are so welcome," little Miss Manners said.

After my cookie, she opened the top of the freezer and I saw a lot of ice cream cones and ice cream bars.

"Could I have some ice cream," I asked.

She looked and said, "We're out of ice cream."

We'll I know that was a bald-faced lie, because I could see it there, but I'm not about to start anything with my young hostess.

"That's ice cream right there," I said. "That's an Eskimo pie or ice cream sandwich!"

She pulled the ice cream sandwich out and turned it from side to side looking at it carefully and put it back into the freezer and shut the door. "We don't have enough," she announced.

I was a little embarrassed, I was afraid I broke tea party protocol by asking for ice cream. She didn't invite me to an ice cream party, she invited me to a tea party. I figured the party was just about over when she asked, "Would you please take that box down for me please?"

There were about seven green boxes that all looked alike with various toys sticking out of them. I mean, how could I turn my host down? She invited me to my first tea party and asked politely twice.

I took the box down and she emptied it on the floor. "Could you get that one down please?"

Sure, why not. She promptly dumped that one down and then announced we were looking for the doll that sits on the flushing potty. Oh! well by all means that requires us to keep looking and taking down boxes until we find such a doll. Six boxes later we didn't find the doll. All of the previous boxes contents now covered half the room with no potty doll in site. But as luck would have it, we did find her little plastic "princess shoes" with a little princess or Barbie Doll picture on them.

"Those are so pretty Eden," I said.

"Yes, they are!" she answered, and proceeded to put them on her tiny feet. "I think I will wear my princess dress!" she said as she started to unbutton her pajama top.

"No!!!" I yelled. That's all I need is for someone to come up and ask why Eden is taking off her clothes at the tea party!

"Let's go show PJ and Mimi these shoes! They want to see them right now!"

"Okay, but first let me put on my bracelets," she informed me. We started down the stairs when she then informed me I need to take her hand walking down the stairs because of the little inch and a half heals on the plastic shoes.

I took her hand and we were just in time for dinner. I never knew what I was missing out on at these tea parties! Eden has a little sister named Layla about eight months old (she'd be a weanling in horse jargon), so I hope I have many tea parties to come.

I'm pretty sure Eden didn't get in trouble for the mess of toys upstairs, since she won't be tall enough to get the boxes down for about fifteen years. I was happy to leave the mess until next time (that's called a parlay at the racetrack), that is if I get invited back by the housekeeper. Thank goodess I'm good friends with the man of the house! :)

Peace out!

Steve "Keepin' It Real" Spur

Humility and Pride...

2009-12-11T18:13:00.000-08:00

I found this William Faulkner short story a long time ago and have always kept it close by…

There was a boy who wished to learn humility and pride in order to become skillful and worthy in the woods, who suddenly found himself becoming so skillful so rapidly that he feared he would never become worthy because he had not learned humility and pride, although he had tried to. Until one day and as suddenly he discovered either had led him, as though by the hand, to that point where an old bear and a little mongrel of a dog showed him that, by possessing one thing other, he would possess them both.

And a little dog, nameless and mongrel and may-fathered grown, yet weighing less than six pounds, saying as if to itself, “I can’t be dangerous, because there’s nothing much smaller than I am; I can’t be fierce because they would call it just a noise; I can’t be humble, because I’m already too close to the ground to genuflect; I can’t be proud, because I wouldn’t be near enough to it for anyone to know who was casting the shadow, and I don’t even know that I’m not going to heaven, because they have already decided that I don’t possess and immortal soul. So all I can be is brave. But it’s all right. I can be that even if they still call it just noise.”

Fight the Good Fight, Steve “All dogs Go to Heaven” Spur

Coincidences and the Big Picture...

2009-12-09T17:59:00.000-08:00

I don’t believe in coincidences any more. I don’t believe in luck anymore as well. Everything happens for a reason. I don’t believe in predestination. I know we have free will and can change the path we signed up for. There are no random experiences. I believe in cause and effect, even if the cause is super natural or from the other side of the veil. Start believing in synchronicity. There is a big plan for humanity and it is moving too slow for me. One of my life lessons this life is patience!
Everything that is good and bad in the world happens for a reason. It is very hard to accept this concept. Once you accept reincarnation, this will be but a little bump in the road. To say that bad things happen to good people for a reason sounds very callous and demeaning. But try to be like the perfect Buddhist and detach yourself from the outcome for just a minute.
It’s like watching a boring movie, people being killed, bad things happening to them and all around them. But you are not personally invested in the outcome, so it doesn’t matter to you. If someone is killed half way around the world, you may not care. But invest your personal feelings and attachment to the situation and it will knock you on your butt. I have to detach my feelings from the people I am reading so I can give them what they want. I can’t get emotionally involved! It would lower my energy and vibrations and I wouldn’t be giving it my best effort. So if you are detached you’re not feeling the same sensations as someone who is attached to the situation. What if you went through your entire life being detached? It wouldn’t be a very fun life in this world. You wouldn’t know sorrow or joy. You wouldn’t know the devastation of losing someone close to you or the love of a soul mate. Would your life be worth living?
What if…just what if…before you came down here to this life, you made a list of different experiences to happen to you in this lifetime. You wouldn’t want to pile on too much, for you are in no hurry to experience everything. You know you will have many lives to develop your soul that is living the high life on the other plane we call heaven. It doesn’t sound so bad to think about it that way. And to make sure you experience everything that you wanted to, you asked a guide (with super powers) that would stay virtually invisible to help keep you on the path to learn these lessons. To make sure you hook up with your soul mate or mates so you create a déjà vu or little red flags that pop up from time to time to make sure you feel safe heading down a particular path. After all there was a wise council that showed you scenes from the role you are taking in this life, so you won’t just be relying on your own thoughts and wishes, but someone much wiser than yourself that you know will help you grow as a soul, I mean person. Get the big picture? How do I know? I talk to dead people and that’s good enough for me.

Live Long and Prosper, Steve

Cialis? What a Lesson...

2009-10-30T10:42:00.000-07:00

Recently I had a client come to see me who wanted to contact her late husband who had crossed over a year ago. I made contact with him and wished that I hadn’t! All this woman wanted to do was cuss out her late husband and ask how he was going to repay her the money that he stole. You see about six weeks after his death she found photos of all of the young girls that he had to their house and swimming pool as she was away on business trips. She had a stack of about twenty young women’s photo’s tape to pieces of paper with phone numbers she had retrieved from his cell phone and money he had given to these girls.

It would have almost been comical had I not been the medium in the office. She was yelling obscenities at her husband, shaking a prescription bottle of cialis pills that she didn’t know he had in front of my face as I had my eyes closed connected to her husband. The husband said he was sorry and felt her pain. Needless to say she wasn’t ready to accept the apology! The session ended pretty quickly as she didn’t want to hear from any of her other relatives or friends who had crossed over.

I don’t know what she expected. I recommended she see a counselor and she said she had been seeing one. Maybe it is time to see another with all of that rage. I couldn’t ease her pain and I don’t know if anyone will ever be able to help her. I was a sad situation!

People should go to a medium for proof their loved one or friend is on the other side. A medium should be able to bring concrete proof to you that they are communicating with your loved one and they are fine on the other side. Once on the other side it is all peaches and cream! You forgive and forget, you don’t hold a grudge and you love all and ask for forgiveness for the things you may have done on earth. There are no secrets between souls on the other side!

We are all here to learn earth lessons. I don’t know what lessons you asked to learn on the earth plane. I know some of my lessons to learn are patience, unconditional love and forgiveness. I don’t know who I asked to help me with these lessons but I know I did. I’ll forgive these people as I ask for forgiveness for my own actions. What did you learn in your relationships? Could you have learned these lessons in heaven? I don’t think so. You don’t get the chance to learn hatred, guilt, shame, grief, pain, suffering, etc. in heaven and you can’t learn them on your own. Now we can have compassion and love for others who have gone through the same experiences. And I hope I can learn through others pain and suffering so I don’t have to go through it myself! You live, learn, forgive and love otherwise your living in hell on earth! Release the pain and suffering and go on to the next lesson. The next lesson may be one of love!

Peace, Steve

Even Aggies Go To Heaven...

2009-09-08T14:14:00.000-07:00

This weekend I was giving readings at the Dallas Psychic Fair. If you have never gone to one, I highly recommend it. For ten bucks you get a 15 minute reading. The spirits are flying fast and furious as I try to relay everything they are saying. There is not a lot of time to hear the story behind the story or validations. I hear it, tell it like it is and hope that you can make sense of it. Sometimes the people I read will e-mail back to me that they were able to validate everything and who it was tied to and a story to go with it.

I was reading a cute young lady and her uncle made his presence known. I started reeling off everything he was saying. He said he was her uncle and gave his name. He told me her father’s name and he showed me the place he had taken her and her friends in his big Suburban truck. He told me how they hit a skunk in the truck and what he’d been hunting. He also said he approved of the boy she was dating and went on to describe what he was like and what he looked like. He mentioned one of her Southern Methodist University friends and then went on to show me the outside and inside of his house. I described what he was wearing and what he looked like as well as the inside of his house with his hunting trophies. He was sitting in a comfortable leather chair drinking an ice cold glass of beer and watching football on television.

He gave me a close up view of the television and I saw football players playing for Texas A&M University, scoring a touchdown as the uncle gave me the thumbs up “gig’em Aggies” sign. I blurted out, “Oh my God! He’s an Aggie!” I opened my eyes and my young client was smiling from ear to ear. I apologized, as I didn’t mean it to sound like I was surprised an Aggie was in Heaven! I told her that my brother went to the University of Texas, my sister from Texas A&M, my wife from Texas Tech University and I graduated from the University of Oklahoma, so I was naturally not a fan of A&M, although many of my friends are. The uncle got a big kick in showing me the touchdown as well as my client. I sure as hell hope that A&M takes it easy on Oklahoma this year and that this reading isn’t an omen.

Boomer Sooner, Steve

Did you pick your religion? ...

2009-09-08T13:12:00.000-07:00

Or did your parents pick for you? How would you go about picking a religion anyway?

92 percent of Americans say they believe in God, 85 percent in heaven and 82 percent in miracles, according to a FOX News poll in 2003. In a Newsweek Poll in 2005, 24% of people polled said they were spiritual but not religious.

Merriam-Webster dictionary defines religion as: the service and worship of God or the supernatural; commitment or devotion to religious faith or observance: a personal set or institutionalized system of religious attitudes, beliefs, and practices.

Do you believe everything that your religion teaches? Everything?

I remember as a kid talking to all of the other kids in elementary school about their religions. “So that’s why we have fish on the menu on Friday! So you really can’t dance?” It would come around to me. “My parents take me to the Methodist church; we can believe anything we want.”

I wish it was that easy. Today I consider myself spiritual. I take a little piece of everything I want on the religious and spiritual buffet. That’s what Bruce Lee did when he invented Jeet Kune Do, a martial art that is constantly changing for those who practice it. He took the best from the rest and you decide what fits you best.

I’ll take a little piece out of Christianity, mostly the stuff Jesus actually said in the New Testament. I’ll really don’t have a use for the Old Testament or even the Book of Revelations. I’ll also choose the words of Jesus from the Gnostic texts that didn’t make it in the Bible. I’ll take a little bit out of Buddhism and Taoism and maybe a little out of Hinduism. I believe some of the Spiritualist teachings and most of the Native American spirituality. Serve it up hot, scoop it on a plate and I’ll take it.

I don’t like labels and I don’t like to label people. I don’t want to be judged so I don’t judge. How would you know what kind of music you like unless you sampled everything? How would you know what foods you like if you didn’t sample something other than your mom’s cooking? What flavor ice cream…You get the point?

I’m partial to the Cowboy religion. I sit in the middle seat of the pickup so I don’t have to drive and I don’t have to open the gates. Don’t give me anything that’s too hard to wrap around my thick skull. Make it easy enough that I don’t have to pop blood vessel thinking about it.

I know, I’ll just pray to the Great Spirit and let my Angels and Spirit Guides keep me on the straight and narrow path. I’ll fall down and they’ll help me back up. I’ll knock off the dust and try it again. Everybody gets throw’d once in a while. I’ve got the rest of this lifetime and some of the next to learn what I’m supposed to.

I’ll leave you with Red Eagle’s prayer: Great Spirit; give me visions to show the way. Make the medicine good. Make the medicine strong.

Far Out,

Steve “Save the middle seat for me” Spur

What Would You Say ...?

2009-08-16T13:59:00.000-07:00

What would you say to a loved one who has crossed over, given the chance to talk to them one more time from the other side? Would you want to know if they were doing okay? Would you tell them you miss them? What would you say?

I’m old enough to remember when people wrote personal letters to one and other. I used to love to get letters from my grandparents. They would tell me what they were doing, which horses had babies, how proud they were of me finishing third in a swim meet and most of all that they loved me.

It’s the same scenario when they are on the other side. When a spirit comes through during a reading or spirit communication, they want to give you evidence that they are alive and well on the other side. How do they do that? The same way they used to write letters. They tell you names, dates, describe pets, houses, jobs, relatives and names of people that are around you now. These are things a medium wouldn’t know. They tell you that they can see you and what you are doing and they are with you when you want them to be.

It’s with this evidence that you become a believer and there is no longer any doubt in your mind that spirit lives! What do you talk about with a deceased person? The same things you talk about with an old friend or loved one you haven’t seen for a long time. Remember the good old days? They can’t tell you the winning lotto numbers or how to live your life, just as they can’t on the other side.

But for a few minutes or hours you can remember the important events that you share and will continue to share. You don’t need a medium to make contact with your loved ones on the other side. Put down what ever you are doing and talk to them. Remember the good old days. I guarantee you that you will be heard!

Peace, Steve

A Spirit Quest on the Red Path …

2009-05-05T13:57:00.000-07:00

Following the “Red Path” or “Red Road,” is a term used by Native American people to talk about those who are in balance with Mother Nature and following the path that the Great Spirit or God would like us to take with our lives.

To walk the Red Path means respecting and being in harmony with the earth and all living things. Those on the Path have compassion for others and strong family values. They respect other people’s views and ideologies. How else could over 500 Nations survive in North America before the arrival of the Europeans? Those walking the Path respect the elderly, teachers and spiritual leaders and always ask, “Is what I am doing in the best interest of the Great Spirit, my family, my tribe and my nation?”

Walking the Path does not put material goods above spirituality. Those who walk the path take responsibility for those who can’t feed, cloth or heal themselves. It is not a religion; it is using common sense and doing the right thing for all living things. You can be any religion or race to follow the Red Path. How you live your life is between you and the Great Spirit! Followers of the Red Path seek peace and harmony with all life!

How do you find the Red Path?

Asking God for your life’s purpose is called a “Spirit Quest” or “Vision Quest.” You will ask the Great Spirit to direct you in your life’s purpose and show you the path. You can pray and ask God to make you aware of your unique talents and skills so you can learn your life lessons in love, beauty and joy! The Great Spirit will direct your Spirit Guides and Angels to reveal your path in meditations, dreams, visions and signs.

You must have an open mind and heart to listen and watch for these visions and signs. Your guides will leave no doubt in your mind and soul. There are no coincidences on the Red Path. Everything is by design and synchronistic! All you have to do is ask for direction and your Guides and Angels will help you stay on the Path.

All you have to do is Ask!

Peace, Steve

Skeptics Welcomed ...

2009-03-18T17:24:00.001-07:00

I’m the biggest skeptic in the world. Not the amazing Randy or anyone else. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. You know what I’m talking about. You see I thought I was going crazy. I was seeing ghosts, hearing music (when there was none), hearing voices, seeing little men that fade away. I mean I didn’t dare tell anyone for fear they would lock me up. Now, my wife will be the first to tell you that I need to be locked up. But, not for the reasons mentioned above. About the time this was going on in my life, I couldn’t get to sleep and ended up surfing the TV channels at 3:30 in the morning. I came across a best of Murray Povich and the whole show was about this medium named John Edward. I was hypnotized by this guy. How in the hell was this guy pulling this off, because I didn’t believe in talking to the dead and such. If nothing else this guy is a great entertainer. I loved watching him. But, I wasn’t a believer.

Next, John started talking about how he got started and how he didn’t believe before some of the things happened to him. You’ve got to read his books, “One Last Time, Crossing Over and Afterlife.” It turned out he had a show on the Science Fiction channel. I watched an episode and was still taken with this guy! I bought his book a few days later. The things he talked about sounded good enough to be true, but he has to convince the biggest skeptic in the world.

Around this time my wife suggested we go to a psychic fair. We did and I got a reading. It could have been chalked up to a cold reading, like some horoscopes. But the crowd was a buzz about a medium named Marco Rodriguez. He was booked up the first ten minutes of the fair, so we came back and stood at the front of the line to get a reading. 15 minutes for ten dollars, why not? Marco knocked my socks off! He named my two grandfathers who had crossed over, they told him what I did for work and then one grandfather told him something that only one other person in my extended family knows. Wow! I was stunned. It was incredible. I really felt good after the reading. I know my relatives are in a place I call heaven. This one time atheist, agnostic and now believer was a little relived. I bet on the right team.

Still the skeptic that I am, needed another sign. I started to go to some psychic medium circles around the area and got more evidence. I’m talking about evidencial mediumship. I want to know names, nicknames, dates of births, deaths, where they lived, what they did, pets’ names, you see where I’m going. Well after about three or four months I believe there are mediums who can talk to the dead. I was told that I could develop my skills and become a medium.

I don’t know about that. I’ll ask for a sign. I asked my deceased grandfather for a sign. I wanted him to show me a feather. No later than 15 minutes later I walked into a jewelry store and a book was open to a page of silver feathers! Okay, that was just too damn easy. I asked again. I’d like a real feather this time. One from an actual bird. Walking to my truck, low and behold on my windshield was a small white feather! That’s nice, but the timing was off. I mean it looks like a coincidence to me. I should have been a little more specific. So I asked, “It’s not that I’m trying to make you mad or anything, but if you can produce feathers that easily, I’d like a blue feather from a real bird.” Thirty minutes later on my way out of a drugstore, I dropped my keys just outside of the door and right next to my boots was the prettiest little blue Blue Jay feather. Strike three! I’m a believer. I became known as three signs Steve. One sign is chance, a second is a coincidence, but the third, B’ God has to be the real deal!

I asked for my Spirit Guide’s name. You are damn right he’s a very patient Spirit Guide! He showed me a billboard on the highway that said so and so has the heart of an Eagle. His name is Eagle Heart, a very wise and patient Spirit Guide. At the time I worked at the airport and the next day I was reviewing applicants for a $9’hr job. Some joker sent his resume in that wanted $45 thousand dollars. I’ll bet you do and deleted it. The next day it appeared again! This time I had to see who this idiot was. “Ingle Hart!” Okay I’ll give that one since it came up twice. The next day over the loud speaker the flight attendant was calling for late passengers. “Igle Hart, Mr. Igle Hart…” I dropped my pen and stood up. I had to see what this guy looked like. No luck, he never showed up for the flight. Okay I’m convinced.

Okay I’m a believer now. There is a point to this story besides the fact that I’m the biggest skeptic in the world. Well, maybe the second behind the Amazing Randy. Anyway, I love skeptics, because I was one! I love making believers out of the clients I get. I want them to leave my office or hang up the phone and not have one doubt in their head. I would like them to feel like I did when I got my first outstanding reading from Marco! I want them to feel the relief, joy and all the great feelings you get from talking to a loved one or friend who has crossed over. Let me tell you, it feels just as good delivering the message. So why not deliver as many messages as I can? What would you do, what would you change, how would you live? If you knew that your relatives on the other side can see everything that you do? How do you live knowing there is a heaven and Karma? Everything you do can help others on earth and get you closer to your goal on the other side? What would you have done differently? How will you go on from now…

Peace, Steve

The Power of Crystals . . .

2009-03-08T10:13:00.001-07:00

As you may have read I meditate and give readings with a crystal in hand. I also meditate with a medicine pouch around my neck and various malas, necklaces, etc. These things have power because I gave them power. The things in my medicine bag have different vibrations; they make me think of different things, different states of mind, etc. I know these things have power, just ask my Spirit Guides and Angels!

Now the Crystal has power of its own. This is power that comes from the earth and Great Spirit (God) and every crystal is different. If you don’t believe me then pick one up and compare it to another. There is actually energy stored in the crystal. Don’t believe me? Rub two crystals together and watch them light up! How does that happen? Energy, baby energy! I have a clear white quartz crystal that fits in the palm of my hand. I didn’t pick it. The crystal picked me! If I’m lying, I’m dying! I must have picked up a hundred different crystals and the one that I have now spoke to me. Actually it energized me. It kind of took the energy I had flowing in my body and turned it up a few notches. I could literally feel the difference.

That’s my channeling crystal. I use it every time I meditate or do readings. I took it to Sedona with me and charged it in the high mountain sun and in the cool waters that run through the red mountains. I give it energy and it gives me the energy that I need. It’s not the only crystal I have. I have more than a dozen at my office where I do my in-person readings and home office, where I do my phone readings. They are all different and they all picked me! It’s like going to a rock shop or metaphysical fair and having one of the crystals start jumping up and down on the table. Not really, but the crystal will catch your eye and you will go over and pick it up and feel its energy. Then you’ll set it down, pick up a lot of others on the table, and maybe even shut your eyes for a second. No, the others don’t feel the same. You’ll walk around for a little while, then a little voice in the back of your head starts talking, “You better go buy that crystal before someone else does!” or, “That crystal was made for you! What are you waiting for?” Was it the crystal talking to me? More than likely it was a Spirit Guide, Angel or your Higher Self (Soul).

So you go back and buy the darn thing. Go home and begin meditating like there is no tomorrow! Wow, what a connection. It was like meditating in HD! How did that happen? That particular crystal had your name written all over it and wouldn’t have worked that way for anyone else. Listen, I’m the most skeptical SOB on earth and I’m a believer now! Do your homework. Every stone, crystal and element has its own energy. Read some books, go to some websites, I even have a list of qualities for rocks and crystals because it is important to me. Then go out looking and let a crystal pick you! You will be surprised, I guarantee.

That’s what I’m talking about, Steve

Meditation for the Rest of Us . . .

2009-03-04T16:08:00.000-08:00

I want to be a great psychic medium, but I couldn’t meditate to save my life. I was told and read that you had to meditate twice a day for twenty minutes a day, give up caffeine, red meat, and the list went on and on. I had a hard time focusing! I couldn’t quiet my mind. I’d be in a quiet meadow with green grass and pretty flowers and all of a sudden a herd of wild horses and buffalo came running through my mind, followed by the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey circus. You get the point.

At the same time I had a hard time giving up my Tarot cards while connecting to spirit. I wasn’t reading the cards, just shuffling them in my hands. I gave my left brain something to do, while I communicated to those on the other side with my right brain. Later I chose to rub a crystal or old coin with my left hand, while communicating with my right brain. Could I communicate with the dead without something in my hand? Sure I could. But what the hell would my left brain do?
I attacked the meditating problem the same way. Psychic Shannon Maxey told me that people that are clairaudient (psychic hearing) have trouble quieting their minds. She suggested letting the noise come in one side and out the other. Have you ever had a conversation with someone with the TV or radio on? Sure you have!

I tried an experiment. I took one of my favorite songs that I like listening over and over to and recorded it about a dozen times on a CD. On some CD players you can just press the play again button. I put on my headphones, got into the music and it was fairly loud, got into my pickup (in my mind), drove up to the stucco cabin in New Mexico (still in my mind), left all of my problems in a big chest on the front porch and opened the door. I sat down in a chair and talked with four of my Spirit Guides and my deceased grandfather.

We talked for about thirty minutes, straightened out what I needed to do and how life was going. I left the cabin, arrived back in my mind and noticed there was a song playing in my ears. How about that! I didn’t even notice the music in the cabin. The experiment worked. Now I meditate with my favorite music playing in the background and get into the zone. I use music to raise my vibrations before I give readings. It doesn’t have to be quiet, new age music. I use classic rock, hard rock, soul, R&B and even Disco!

I’m sure you could be a better medium by giving up Mountain Dew and red meat. But I decided to develop my skills while indulging Dew and sirloin steaks. The spirits I talk to don’t seem to mind and I’ve never received a lecture from the other side. So do what you can, with what you have, relax and let it come.

Deuces, Steve