Psychic-Medium - Tarot - Fairies
Grief counselor - Paranormal Investigator
When I was three years old, my father walked in my room to find me peeling wall paper off the wall. When he asked me why I was doing that, I said "Because I have to know where the door is the people leave through!", and him taking me by the hand a bit alarmed to take me to see my grandmother! I remember seeing hundreds of spirits in that room. I remember they would walk through like my room intercepted some city street on the other side. Some would just pass by me, others would interact with me. One of the most memorable was the man in the fancy suit, every time he would pass me, he would bow to me with his hat in his hand, making me laugh! And there began a lifelong relationship between spirit and I!
When I was three years old, I became ill and was hospitalized for bronchitis and had a very high fever. As the drs were packing me down in ice, I began to ask my mom where my kids were. I told her that I lived on a tobacco plantation in South Carolina and that I had 5 kids, that my house was yellow, my name was Elizabeth and that I was dying. Alarmed she asked of what, I sat up looked her in the eyes and choked out "Tuberculosis." I believe that what happened to me that night was a past life memory. I also have learned that we will pull through things from our past lives and it could have been the reason why I was getting so many lung infections when I was little.
I was raised in a very Christian family and I used to keep seeing and hearing spirit a secret from most of them. I remember thinking when I was young that every person in my family could see and talk to the people who would walk through the rooms or by us in the streets. When I was five, my great grandmother passed away and I remember seeing her at the funeral. I asked my mom why everyone was sad and she told me because death meant that you would not see that person again until you too passed away and went to heaven. I told her I did not understand what she meant because great grandma Warson was sitting in the chair watching every one. When I told my mom that, she quickly told me to never say that again! I had only one person, my grandmother, encouraging me and answering my thousands of questions about what was happening to me.
I lost my son, Anthony, when he was 8 months old. He passed from SIDS. I was devastated. I started attending compassionate friends meetings. I became a certified bereavement counselor and had a large clientele. I also let people know that I was a medium and started helping them reconnect with the children that they had lost. It hurt because though I could help other people reconnect with their lost loved ones; my son had yet to make an appearance to me. One day as I was carrying laundry down, my son was sitting on the floor and smiled at me and then he was gone. It was his way of saying "Hi mom, here I am and I am ok!" I began to specialize in reconnecting people with the children on the other side. It was very rewarding!
I have been a practicing psychic medium for 23 years. I use tarot at times to help me bring through messages from your guides and loved ones. I believe that this is a wonderful gift and it was given to me to help those that need guidance, love and understanding. I love helping people through times and lessons of life. I am proud that my journey has brought me to Cassadaga Hotel, because finally I feel like I have found my home! I would be honored to help you with any questions that you may have and to spend some time with you communing with angels, guides, fairies and loved ones. I am also working on my doctoral ministerial licensing at this time!
Available for readings in person and by phone through Cassadaga Hotel