Coming Soon, My first book
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Enjoy the introduction of my first book below
Super Freak:
The Lessons of a Reluctant Psychic
Chapter 1: Welcome to My World
My dad walked in wearing his armed forces uniform. As he entered the kitchen, he took off his hat and neatly tucked it under his arm. The buttons on his coat were shiny and gold. He looked tall and imposing and handsome in his uniform. It was about 4pm and my sisters weren't home from school yet. I was not more than two and a half years old, sitting in my high chair, having something to eat. I remember the nausea and the tightness in my belly had let up from earlier that day. My stomach felt much calmer.
My dad questioned my mom and asked why is she, me – the baby - eating so early? We had our supper meals together as a family. I heard my mom explain that I hadn’t eaten all day as I had been vomiting that morning. Since I was feeling better she wanted me to have something. I think that something was scrambled eggs.
I specifically heard my mom telling my dad that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. As I was scooping up some egg I remember thinking, “What’s breakfast mean?” And then I heard a man’s voice in my head, and a big round clock being shown to me with thick black numbers. It was about 4 feet away, in my direct line of sight. I remember being able to see the wall clock through it. I understood the idea of the clock and recognized what numbers were. Then he said to me, “Breakfast is when you eat before the hands of the clock show you this….” And the clock’s face showed the two hands pointing straight up at the twelve. I looked at the clock and remember replying, “Oh.” Thus began my life as a super freak.
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Dreams that come true, seeing things that other people couldn’t, knowing things that other people didn’t understand, hearing voices that always told the truth, catching glimpses of the what was to come - were always a part of my life. Feeling what other people were feeling, sometimes even hearing their thoughts, and traveling in my sleep were also a part of my childhood. It is who I am. As I have gotten older and more experienced, I have found out that I can “read” any kind of energy. And everything is energy. I also have what I call, ‘my little voice’ who would tell me almost anything I asked it. Of course, the man’s voice who told me what breakfast meant was always there as well. It wasn’t until I was about 12 years old that I finally figured out who he was and not until I was in my early 30’s that I could admit to my abilities: that they exist. I spent the first half of my adult life in rational denial, trying to disprove these talents. I didn’t want to be different, to be, even, gulp, weird – "Some men are called to greatness and some have" super freakiness thrust upon them.
I’m sharing this true story of my life with you. Besides the fact I think it is kind of interesting and you might be interested too, I want to give you what I never had – somewhere to start. I hope I can offer a helping hand to anyone who has gone through anything similar. I’m going to share with you what my mentor told me, “You are not crazy.” And I also assure you: you are not alone. Everyone has some element of extra sensory perception it’s just that some of us aren’t afraid of admitting it anymore.
Just like someone who suffers a trauma, you wish to share your story with acceptance and like experienced people. I am from a small northern Ontario town and I was afraid to share with anyone. It was bad enough that I thought these experiences were irrational. I didn’t need someone else to support that observation.
I would continually torment myself with questions like how could anyone possibly “see” the future? How can you hear a complete sentence out of the blue when there is no one else is around? And could the advice of those words be absolutely on the mark? How could the information you’ve been given over the years not just be right once, or twice but correct every single time? How can a person have dreams that come true? How come sometimes when a word is written or spoken, whether it is in a casual conversation or it’s heard over the airwaves, you can see the word and it glows? What the hell? It just wasn’t rational. It didn’t make sense. But, but, but what then?
Being a very logical, curious person, I knew there had to be a rational, reasonable answer. As a little girl, I understood the fundamentals of Darwinism before I knew who Darwin was. I believed that Mother Nature had a purpose for every single little thing on the planet whether or not we humans understood what was going on. I figured someone else was looking after the rest. The only thing I had was myself, my experiences, and eventually, after many years, a few good books to help me sort out this information….Then finally some really good people came into my life and helped me out. I had to figure what this was about pretty much on my own.
Me about 7 years old
Coming Soon, My first book
Go to the link below:
https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000434192757
Enjoy the introduction of my first book below
Super Freak:
The Lessons of a Reluctant Psychic
Chapter 1: Welcome to My World
My dad walked in wearing his armed forces uniform. As he entered the kitchen, he took off his hat and neatly tucked it under his arm. The buttons on his coat were shiny and gold. He looked tall and imposing and handsome in his uniform. It was about 4pm and my sisters weren't home from school yet. I was not more than two and a half years old, sitting in my high chair, having something to eat. I remember the nausea and the tightness in my belly had let up from earlier that day. My stomach felt much calmer.
My dad questioned my mom and asked why is she, me – the baby - eating so early? We had our supper meals together as a family. I heard my mom explain that I hadn’t eaten all day as I had been vomiting that morning. Since I was feeling better she wanted me to have something. I think that something was scrambled eggs.
I specifically heard my mom telling my dad that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. As I was scooping up some egg I remember thinking, “What’s breakfast mean?” And then I heard a man’s voice in my head, and a big round clock being shown to me with thick black numbers. It was about 4 feet away, in my direct line of sight. I remember being able to see the wall clock through it. I understood the idea of the clock and recognized what numbers were. Then he said to me, “Breakfast is when you eat before the hands of the clock show you this….” And the clock’s face showed the two hands pointing straight up at the twelve. I looked at the clock and remember replying, “Oh.” Thus began my life as a super freak.
****
Dreams that come true, seeing things that other people couldn’t, knowing things that other people didn’t understand, hearing voices that always told the truth, catching glimpses of the what was to come - were always a part of my life. Feeling what other people were feeling, sometimes even hearing their thoughts, and traveling in my sleep were also a part of my childhood. It is who I am. As I have gotten older and more experienced, I have found out that I can “read” any kind of energy. And everything is energy. I also have what I call, ‘my little voice’ who would tell me almost anything I asked it. Of course, the man’s voice who told me what breakfast meant was always there as well. It wasn’t until I was about 12 years old that I finally figured out who he was and not until I was in my early 30’s that I could admit to my abilities: that they exist. I spent the first half of my adult life in rational denial, trying to disprove these talents. I didn’t want to be different, to be, even, gulp, weird – "Some men are called to greatness and some have" super freakiness thrust upon them.
I’m sharing this true story of my life with you. Besides the fact I think it is kind of interesting and you might be interested too, I want to give you what I never had – somewhere to start. I hope I can offer a helping hand to anyone who has gone through anything similar. I’m going to share with you what my mentor told me, “You are not crazy.” And I also assure you: you are not alone. Everyone has some element of extra sensory perception it’s just that some of us aren’t afraid of admitting it anymore.
Just like someone who suffers a trauma, you wish to share your story with acceptance and like experienced people. I am from a small northern Ontario town and I was afraid to share with anyone. It was bad enough that I thought these experiences were irrational. I didn’t need someone else to support that observation.
I would continually torment myself with questions like how could anyone possibly “see” the future? How can you hear a complete sentence out of the blue when there is no one else is around? And could the advice of those words be absolutely on the mark? How could the information you’ve been given over the years not just be right once, or twice but correct every single time? How can a person have dreams that come true? How come sometimes when a word is written or spoken, whether it is in a casual conversation or it’s heard over the airwaves, you can see the word and it glows? What the hell? It just wasn’t rational. It didn’t make sense. But, but, but what then?
Being a very logical, curious person, I knew there had to be a rational, reasonable answer. As a little girl, I understood the fundamentals of Darwinism before I knew who Darwin was. I believed that Mother Nature had a purpose for every single little thing on the planet whether or not we humans understood what was going on. I figured someone else was looking after the rest. The only thing I had was myself, my experiences, and eventually, after many years, a few good books to help me sort out this information….Then finally some really good people came into my life and helped me out. I had to figure what this was about pretty much on my own.
Me about 7 years old
Here's a story that will be included in one of my future books. Everything in italics is our actual texting conversation;
Enjoy!
Norman the Clown
(ShhhhhPING!)
Hi there,
I wanted to know if you can connect to pets who have crossed over...
I had to put my boy down yesterday and I'm so scared he's not okay or he's upset with me.
I'm a wreck and I just wasn't sure if you could or not.
I'm willing to pay for this and the last time you helped us out.
You told me to look into a splint and we got another 4 months and I will forever be grateful for that advice from you.
I was driving my U-haul somewhere in the middle of nowhere Northern Ontario at the end of March when my Facebook messenger popped. It had been popping intermediately as I returned into cell tower range. Oh well, they’ll have to wait for the next bathroom break which won’t be too long now…
I checked my messages. I read over the above text twice, okay maybe three times, as I tried to remember the back story here.
I looked at my messenger from four months earlier. I had to look because I could not remember a thing!
Hi Pamela,
I saw you a few years ago at the mind body spirit fair but cannot find your contact info.
I think I remember you saying that you are also able to communicate with pets.
If this is the case I was hoping to speak to you.
My furbaby has bone cancer and last week fractured his leg, it is not a full break at this point.
I have made an appointment to let him go tomorrow night to prevent the break. However, my sweet little man is still acting like his goofy spunky self so I'm not sure I made the right call and was hoping maybe you could assist
Thanks in advance... sorry if this is out of line
I read the lady’s text over and over again. With each reading I got more and more information. I could feel her heart ache. It was like an onion, but instead of each layer coming off in a crisp section, each level was melting. I thanked the universe for sharing her pain with me and I allowed it wash off of me as best as I could. I put the rest of the emotional pain on a little end table to the side.
I felt into her furbaby. I didn’t see his entire body, just his light brownish-red leg. It was quite muscular - not how I thought it would appear since she said he had bone cancer. I was also shown how it was broken. I thought the leg bone would be more “crisp”, more brittle than it was. I could feel the springiness to it. I ‘just knew’ that the springiness meant that it was still fairly healthy and had life left in it. I let that feeling and image go. I read over the text again. I hadn’t realized that the lady, Amber, had referred to putting her fur child down to avoid his suffering. I asked what is next then? I saw what looked like a black, nylon and Velcro pouch looking thing on the leg. I still didn’t see a face but I guess that wasn’t necessary.
How can I be of assistance? 💜
Hi there,
I was wondering if you are able to connect to my furbaby and see if he is ready to cross over or not ... I'm so torn with the decision and have made the appointment twice now but am not sure so I don't go through with it
Her heart ache jumped off the end table where I had put it aside and swept over me again. I carefully gathered it up and put it back on the end table. Ella popped in my mind. My own little, intensely loyal, Jack-Russell mix, furbaby. She was never more than six feet away from me and when she got sick, that distance shrunk by two. My little loyal shadow. I used to think of her as my little soldier whose job was to obey the rules and to love me…. It wasn’t a year yet. I recalled how I felt when she was so sick and I tried my best… to help her and to have her live-in comfort. That summer I was warned she would only make it for a short time yet. Halloween I was told. I loved her with all my heart and might and kept her in my arms until after Christmas. Then I knew what they were telling me.
I hear your heart breaking and being torn to what’s best.
I love him so much and just want to do what's right
You broke the appointment twice because you know he’s not ready.
He’s not ready. You WILL know when it’s time.
I cancelled the first one but not the one tomorrow yet
I'm so scared that he will break his leg
I keep thinking I know and then I don't... I don't know that I could live with myself if he broke it and was in so much pain we had to rush him in
That's where I'm torn
Take him to get his leg splinted.
I know you will know when it’s time.
So it's not time?
Do you connect to the animal somehow?
I would be willing to whatever
Not yet. It’ll be time 2 - 8 weeks.Use that time to hug, hug, hug him, take videos of him, love him up, get ready to part. Prepare him and yourself.
Did you connect to him somehow?
Yes, I’m connecting with him and asking my guide - RD.
Thank you so much!
How do I get money to you?
I would like to reach out to you again likely when I think it's time...
The tears are running down my face because I’m connecting with you too…. Just like they are now as I am telling you this story…
I just love him so much
I know.
I charge by the hour…but don’t worry about that now.
Go hug him. And spoil him.
Ok well keep track of this because I will be in contact with you again and I want to make sure I pay you
Thank you so so much
And take videos. Videos will help heal you when he leaves…. I know it helped me.
Thank you
I’ll do a little healing on you right now to give you strength.
And feel calmer. Take a deep breath very slowly and let it out slowly.
Thank you
💕🙏
I can't thank you enough
😘🐾
I'll be in touch again
Anytime
(Hug heart)
It was Easter Weekend and I had arrived at Kari-Gail’s around 8pm the night before. I looked over the texts to refresh my memory about the conversation Amber and I had yesterday and four months ago while at my friend’s house that afternoon. I began to prepare myself for our conversation by clearing my mind and reaching into the other side to look for her dog. He popped into my sight immediately. I was a little surprised to see him so quickly! I even jumped back a bit because he was sitting on the top of the big kitchen table being only a few inches away from my face. I saw a brown, puggie face with big brown eyes sparkling at me with mischief and glee. I asked him to back away from me a bit and then I saw his spirit self sit in the middle of Kari-Gail’s floor. He was trying very hard to stay seated about six feet away from the table I was sitting at. I clearly heard him shout out with joy, “I’m here!” I wasn’t sure what bred he was but I could tell his face was a bit pushed in with a boxy head. He looked just a bit bigger than Kari-Gail’s Nero with short, light-brown but sort of reddish (to me) hair. After this moment was the last time I saw him stand still, that is until treat time!
I asked him and Running Deer what was he holding in his mouth. At that, Norman began merrily chomping on it and playing with it by moving it side to side in his mouth. It looked like a reddish, hand-sized pancake. I could tell it was a stuffie by the way he was mouthing it. I even think I saw a piece of white stuffing poking out from a fresh hole. I figured if Norman was ready to visit with us, maybe his mom was too.
Hey Amber are you around? Is this a good time?
Yes
Can I call then?
Yes thank you
Do you have any questions ready?
I want to know if he's okay, if he's mad at me,
If he's happy
Ok, I’ll call.
Hi Amber. How are you doing?
I could tell that she had been crying today already. I could feel her sorrow again, pouring down the front of my body. I was more prepared this time and let it flow off me and down a drain. She repeated her question if he was okay and if he was mad at her. I reassured that he wasn’t mad at her. I told her that he’s very happy and perfectly okay now. It’s times like these, I really, really wish my client could see what I’m seeing.
I asked her if he had a red stuffie that he liked. I described it to her. She told me that they cremated him with his stuffed Nemo fish because it was his favourite. I explained that he was pretty happy to have it with him now.
I watched Norman while asking him questions about his life. Running Deer as always, was partaking in our session. I’m pretty sure RD was also smiling watching Norman’s expressions of joy… Now, I may not recall exactly the order of information during our session but these are the things I saw watching and listening to Norman which I shared with his mom.
Yes, Norman did not stay sitting for long after I called his mom. And I knew that he knew that I was talking to his special person. I could feel the love flowing from him towards me to send to his mom. He was so happy! And silly boy, he was also kind of showing off for me.
As I watched Norman, he told me that, “I’m like him!” He was referring to my friend’s dog, Nero and how playful he was. I could see Norman bounding around the room. It was cute because he was not really running around but sort of galloping by flopping his feet while carrying his Nemo for a few steps then jumping and twisting in the air from one spot to the next. Another aspect that Norman was trying to explain to me how he was like Nero, that he also liked untypical dog food items. I was shown Nero getting a slice of what looked liked to be a piece of a red skinned apple - I could also see the white insides. But then I doubted myself for a moment and thought that maybe it was a piece of tomato. I saw Norman sitting beside Nero waiting for his turn for a treat as a ‘dream-time’ Kari-Gail cut off a piece of fruit for each of them. I watched him as he got his treat and munched happily. He was so pleased that it was like his eyes were slightly squinted in a smile as a little piece of the apple fell out of his mouth. He sat for about two seconds before he galloped off to grab his toy again. He some how allowed his stuffie to briefly sit on his face and then pull it back into his mouth. I told Amber what I saw and she confirmed to me that her boy did love apples!
One interesting thing about Norman was that he was very self aware. From my experience, it shows me that he is quite intelligent – despite how silly he acted! He showed me how much he loved his mom and how he’d flirt with her visitors. Afterwards, he showed me how he would approach guests with his toy and tease then with it. He would approach them and bonk the person’s lap with his toy to entice the visitor to play with him - never really wanting to let go of it but if he had to, he would drop it in a lap. With his energy, he told me that he had lots of appeal, and he knew it! Boy, oh, boy was this guy cracking me up!
Like all my visitors who are in spirit, I asked him what his life was like. For example, I asked him what his favourite treats were. He responded by showing me soft chewie treats which he ate the same way he munched on the apple – with a smile and partially delving into a dreamy state. I then asked him about his days and I felt the pulling of a leash. Norman showed me how his mom would put on his harness before they went on a walk. I could tell by his movements that he didn’t like putting on the harness but that he’d eventually, grudgingly allow her to put it on although I could hear him thinking impatient thoughts. Amber confirmed with me that she did insist that he wear a harness once he was diagnosed with his disease for his comfort and safety and yes, he did not like wearing it. ‘Okay’, he says ‘let’s get going’, as he runs to the door. Now I could see we were on a sidewalk with asphalt on the one side of us. His excitement was evident as I could feel it flowing up the leash and into my arm. He yanked on it again to tell me to hurry up as we were getting closer to his favourite stand of trees. I watched him sniff the ground intensely and practically rub his noise in the grass and dirt. Sniffing was serious business, I guess! My dogs loved sniffing too but Norman took it to a whole new level. Then we jumped to old leaves and he was busy sweeping a path through the forest litter. I think at one point he had a dried, curled up leaf on his nose as he popped up quickly from the pile as he responded to some real or imaginary squeak or chirp. This guy was a clown!
I asked Norman if there anything else he didn’t like. I could tell we were still outside on a walk when his mom came up from behind him. I then could feel toilet paper or something being applied my own bottom. What! I jumped a little. He said that’s the same way he felt! He then showed me his mom trying to wipe under his tail as it needed some cleaning assistance. He let me know that any kind of wiping should not be part of a glorious walk.
I changed the topic by asking Norman about his mom. And he showed me lovingly burring his face in her hair. He’d be breathing her sent in deeply and then sort of snorting the air out while he moved to a new patch of her hair. He repeated this again and again in different spots around her head. He just LOVED the smell of her hair. I also knew it tickled her and made her feel loved by him too. Amber told me he absolutely loved smelling anything and he’d burry his face in whatever he was sniffing. And yes, she said, he did sniff her hair.
I asked him if there was anything what else about his day that he wanted to share. He came back to Kari-Gail’s house and jumped up on her couch where the throw blanket was lying. He was trying to look out her window that was over the couch. But at her house the window was a little too high up and he kept using his springy legs trying to look outside as it was a difficult for him to look out. I could tell by his mannerism that being able to look out the window was important to him. Amber told me, that yes, he was an intent window watcher.
Amber asked me some questions about if he was angry with her. I knew, that he knew that she made him feel better when he was sick and that she loved him with all her heart. He knew that and wanted to make sure that she knew it too. Then I heard his toenails making that tell-tale sound of walking on a bare floor. Running Deer wanted me to tell her that she might hear him walking across the floor still. Not to be scared, just to feel some comfort that he’s still with her at home. That led to him asking me where his blankie was. He told me it was missing from his bed. Amber explained to me that it was missing from his bed as they had taken it to the vet’s to be cremated with him. Norman then showed me how he carried it in his mouth while slightly dragging it across the floor. As he carried it, he tried not to step on it but invariably did which tripped him up a bit. I saw him jump on the bed with his blankie so he could be with her and be prepared for a lay down. It was again comical how he set about with his blankie. Amber confirmed all his antics.
Amber asked me about his bed and what should she do with it. I told her a quick story about how I was visiting a friend and I pointed to a spot on the floor in the living under the window. I asked my friend if one of her dark coloured dachshunds used to have a bed in this spot. She said yes, that that was the mom’s spot but she had passed on now. I told my friend that I saw her there, right now, curled up having a little nap! I suggested to Amber that it was okay to leave his bed out. That she didn’t need to explain to anyone why it was there. If it gave her comfort to see it, then that was her business. And I thought to myself, you never know, one day she might just see Norman curled up there with his blankie.
I sent you the money.
The password is Norman.
Thank you again, I loved him so much and I just needed to know he wasn't upset with me and that he was happy
He’s so happy. He’s still himself. And I sent him home to be with you. He’s waiting in the window. 💜
Thank you so much
Just wanted to share this
Norman (picture on the bottom)
Awwww. Thanks for sharing!!
I just wanted to confirm that he's not sitting at the house the whole time, right? Like he's up somewhere playing but comes to visit?
I'm avoiding the house right now because it's hard but I don't want him to be alone either
Pets will come and go just like people. But pets often hang around for longer periods because they want to be in your space. So, he’s not trapped or anything, he’s visiting because he loves his home and family.
Remember the dachshund who I could see still sleeping in “her” spot even though they had moved her bed.
Ok thank you.
I just didn't want him to be alone 😞
He’s there but remember he’s HAPPY!
And when you pass he’ll be waiting for you too💜
Thank you
No thank-you Amber. I was so glad I could help you. Seeing Norman reminds me too, that all my fur babies are happy, healthy and with their favourite toys too.
Because I know how you feel.
I get to see everyone’s else’s pets who have passed while I still wait with a broken heart to see Ella, Ollie, Oskar, Lillie, Pippi, Patches, Button … just one more time.
This is Ella and Ollie
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Below is a picture of Norman
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