Things are a brewing

I have been amazed here lately about the things that have been coming to me. I'm just so blessed and am so happy that I can help people just feel better about their loved ones.

Right now I have a man, and I believe I knew who he is, who wants to talk with his daughter. I have emailed her and explained a little about myself and am hoping that we can all chat together.

It's very hard to just email someone and tell them you have one of their relatives talking to you! People think you are some kind of nut job, to say the least.

I have a house "reading" on the 16th of this month and I'm really looking forward to this. I am traveling to Wi. in order to make this happen and I'm hoping it's a good reading!

I went on vacation Dec. 22nd and returned on Jan. 1st but before I left I had a reading with a family who lost their son not too long ago. A friend of mine is friends with them and I talked to her and had this boy talk with her also. She was convinced enough to tell his parents about me. I was able to go over there and connect with them all. I thanked them for allowing a stanger into their home and a crazy one at that. Not many people would do that! The step father I don't think really believed much of what I was saying until I started describing the viewing day of their son. I was telling them things perfect strangers would NOT know. There were a few other things they didn't know about which were validated by their daughter.

Even with the validations I get I still have so many doubts. I worry if I'm going to get the right loved on. Worried that some of the things I say will be so utterly wrong and just make me look even crazier. I tell people that I DO get things wrong but I tell them everything their loved one is saying no matter how strange it is to me because it could be something important to them.

I have one dear dear friend who says I need to really get in "tune" with my "gift" and stop doubting so much. She says God gave me this gift to help people. Everyone knows I LOVE helping the animals but she says I have a gift for helping people to. She says sometimes people just need to hear and remember things about their loved ones who have passed and I give them that. She says sometimes I can help them solve some mysteries too which is also cool. I have taken her advice and I'm "listening" more now. Because of that I have alot more people coming to talk with me.

I LOVE it, but still doubt it. My friend says that's what makes me so "real"! Because I'm so humble about it.

I also have another person talking to me but the person they are trying to communicate with has not appeared yet, or maybe I haven't crossed their paths yet.

I also have another woman I work with and she has an "Elvis" type man with her. I have spoke to her about this but she just shakes her head at me. I wish she would give me a little of her time so I could figure out WHO it is for her.

Anyway, I'm happy about my "gift" right now but still not one who will "brag" about it.

Father Daughter Connection

I have always been spiritually close to my father. I can't say that I'm close to him any other way. He is a military man(Air Force) and the whole time I was growing up he was gone on TDY or something. He is a very strict man to say the least. Ran the household like he would run his men. He was a drill sgt. at one point, a cop, a fireman, an EMT, and who knows what else. He knows his stuff. He has served on city councils and done many other things in his 62yrs of life. I love him dearly but my mother says we are just two peas in a pod and therefore we can't stay in the same room with each other for very long before one of us gets mad/aggrevated at the other.

Yet since I was a little girl I have been spiritually close to this man. He knows when something is "not right" with me. He has told my mother several times to call me and ask if everything is fine. He knew when I was pregnant before I even knew I was pregnant. It's an odd connection but one that is strong.

I guess my very first memory I have of having any type of ESP, "gift", "talent" or whatever you want to call it was when I was too young to remember. My mother has told me this story and that's the only reason I remember.

She says dad was off on TDY somewhere thousand of miles away and her and I were in her bedroom. She was going thru some clothes in the dresser and I was sitting coloring in a book. I just looked up at mom and said, "Daddy just had an accident." and went back to my coloring book. My mother told me I shouldn't say such things about my daddy.

That night my dad called and he talked about everything under the sun but mom said she could tell he was holding something back. Before the end of the conversation she finally asked him what happened to him. He acted like he didn't know what she was talking about. She said, "Well Terri said you had an accident and I want to know what she was talking about." My dad didn't believe in this ESP stuff so he wanted to know how in the world I would have known such a thing. My mother said she didn't know how I knew but I told her that my dad had an accident.

My dad proceeded to tell my mother that he was in a jeep going thru one of those electronic gates that lift up. As he proceeded thru the gate it came down on the jeep just inches from his body. He said it scared him to death.

That's the accident I saw my daddy have and that's the first memory I have of my "gift".