Da Juana Byrd

The other night I saw a rat that had been paralyzed in it’s rear legs walk again. It was all due to stem cell research. Immediately I thought of Christopher Reeve and how he fought for this. Ronald Regan could have been helped with this. And myriads of other people suffering from cancer, diabetes, and all manner of body complications.

When I saw this wonderful phenomenon, I thought how God gave us the capacity to help ourselves. God gave us the intelligence to make life-altering discoveries. If He/She hadn’t wanted us to find new ways of helping ourselves, He/She wouldn’t have given us our magnificent brains, of which we only use about 10%. But we, in our infinite wisdom, don’t always see things that way. We are usually too busy trying to make sure that everyone else does what we think God wants.

What God may want for one is believed by some to be something meant for others as well. But didn’t God tell us that society as a whole had to help itself? And that the laws for society superceded individual rights. My question is who makes the laws now? Does society or a select few? Are we willing to allow that select few to tell us what we as a whole needs to do to help ourselves? That’s why only a very few people go to vote. Am I trying to make you feel guilty? No, but I am trying to impress upon you your rights. When we sit back and say that someone should allow science to research stem cells and we don’t go to vote then we have no right to complain. But off that soapbox.

For me as a psychic, I know that spirit doesn’t always take the body at conception. Not only has this been told to me by ghosts but I have also seen those under hypnosis, who went back to the time they were conceived, tell me that they didn’t take the baby’s body until later in the pregnancy or after the birth.

I thank God for my questioning mind. And I think that if a baby dies because of abortion or if they are going to be thrown away by a fertility clinic, then why can’t those lives mean something. It is just like giving your body to science or donating organs after your death. Both are giving to perpetuate life. In my mind, I think God wants us to help others too. So I am for stem cell research. Maybe one day my husband can become his old, I mean new, self again with his sight back and the brain repaired. For that, I would gladly thank the soul that gave us that.

Da Juana

They say that humans differ from other animals because they express emotions and they use tools. To my psychic eyes, I think animals sometimes show more emotion than humans. My dogs let me know when they are unhappy with me in no uncertain terms. And it doesn’t take a psychic to see it either. Any one close can tell that they are upset just by looking.

Though others can’t hear them speak with a human voice, I can. Animals have talked with me for as long as I can remember. I just failed to realize that I could hear them until some years ago. Then, one day I realized I was hearing my little Muffin speak with a clear, concise voice. And that voice was beautiful. Now, I listen. Animals have to learn more than one way of communicating with the human species. For me, that means that they are very smart. After all, how many humans do you know that have learned more than one language? Dogs for sure do.

Another thing that animals, especially my puppies, do is that they love unconditionally. How many humans do you know that will do that?

They also have a sense of humor. All animal parents know what I am talking about. They can express sadness too. My animals can also make intelligent decisions. They learn by trial and error. We humans tend to continue to try and make something happen even when we know it won’t. Trial and error for us means it might work next time.

So when I hear someone say that animals are not as intelligent as humans, I just look at the ignorance in that particular person, smile and think to myself, here is one person that I believe they are smarter than.

Da Juana

Well last weekend we had ice. This weekend we were cold and wet and today we have sun and it is supposed to be warmer. I like having changing seasons which we really haven’t had last year until now. From spring to summer, then fall and winter, I like seeing new growth and watching leaves change, feeling a nip in the air and the heat of summer.

Some years ago, I worked in Hawaii and loved it too, even though the weather stays almost the same year round. Believe I could live there too even with their consistent weather as long as I got to hear the waves roll in. Other than the wind, waves are some of my most beautiful sounds. When I was there, I left the windows open and slept better than I have in years. Instead of sightseeing, of which we did a little, we stayed in our room and listened to the waves. That was one of my most calming trips ever. Didn’t even feel that calm in Casa de Campo even with the waves. Of course, guards with machetes and machine guns patroling your home didn’t make the stay very calm. But that was a lovely part of the island.

It seems I am good with icy conditions. In Yellowstone, right at the close of the season, I locked Claude and myself out of our motor home late in the evening. If it hadn’t been for a nice man who watched me do it, we might still be in Yellowstone, frozen in some stage of arguing. My husband argued that I should have known better since I am a psychic and since the motor was running. My argument, I didn’t really have one. Except to say that we have all had days like that. He did it once too.

Claude and I have seen a good many things in our lifetime and have come to love some other parts of the world besides Texas and our extreme weather.

Da Juana

Today hasn’t been one of my favorites because I think I have been living in more than one reality. I know that sounds really bad but…..my mind just hasn’t worked properly. Or rather, I haven’t. More than one thing has happened to really let me know how dumb I can act. But in my defense, I think I must have been talking to others and just not completely at home in my body today.

At least, while driving, I seem to be acting responsibly, thank God. I remember years ago when I went to the doctor because of something I had happen to me while driving. And of course the doctor added to my paranoia when he turned off the lights, took a flashlight, shined it up into my mouth so that he could see into my brain the easy way, and then proceeded to tell me that I needed a cat scan. Because of what had happened to me, I aggreed but didn’t know that he wanted me to do the test right then. Needless to say they found nothing. But I knew what was wrong with me. This was before I came out of the psychic closet. An incident like this reminded me that I needed to do what I had told God I would come here to do. Shortly thereafter I started with some reluctance. My life has been very different since then.

Today I was having one of those days again.

Da Juana

The other day, two women asked me to tell their dead loved one hello. When I told them that they could do so just by saying it. They immediately said, “Does that mean that he is earth bound? Has he not gone to the light yet?”

All of a sudden my temperature hit boiling but I didn’t let it show. Well, not very much. Without trying to scare them to death, I replied that he was most certainly not earth bound and he was born into the light. Death is birth and at death each of us go right back into the light of God. God is everything. There is nothing He/She is not. Even while on earth, we are part of God’s light though we may think we aren’t. God never leaves us. We just try to leave Him/Her unsuccessfully. God is part of us and can never leave us.

Many times, I have seen God, the Whole, and Jesus has been to my home multiple times. (Sorry daughter) God is the spirit that flows through us all. We are all a part of God but individual too.

Those two women had seen a popular ghost show that explains that people have to go to the light. It makes for good TV but is not necessarily true. The only time that I believe it can be true is if the dying individual thinks that they have to look for a light or do something else before they can go there. It is all up to the ghost. We are all entities who can make choices. Knowing that you will be alive after death is just one of them.

Da Juana

Ice is something that I love in my tea but not on the ground. Snow is wonderful though but not everyday. This weekend we have had our share of ice. When you are stuck inside, you can think of all the reasons you need for going out which is not a good idea at all.

I remember when Claude and I went skiing the first time. We were on ice. You know how I told you about inappropriate laughter when I am stressed. Well, I had ample opportunity then. We had learned to ski on carpet, not even the same as snow. We were in a condo right by the ski lift but you had to make it across the parking lot to get to the ski lift.

Once in the parking lot, Claude snapped on his skis and away he went, oooooohiinnnng all the way. His voice rose as he went faster and there was only one speed for him, faster. Finally, he was able to ski into a garbage bin, one of the big ones. There just happened to be a snow-ice bank there. With skis over his head and butt up against the bank, I found out he was still alive and relatively okay. Claude is the adventurous one on a parking lot. I almost wet myself laughing. Does that make me a horrible wife?

Having the ice here this weekend brought that pleasant memory back to mind. So we stayed indoors.

Da Juana

As a person who interacts each day with ghosts, I am not above sending them home with someone else so that they can watch over my loved one. Another item I might suggest is when someone wasn’t happy with a person who has passed over that the dead person somehow try to make amends. Or at the very least give the person the ability to speak to whatever bothered them while the dead person was alive. For personal growth, each of us needs to look our lives over. After a person has died, it is not always easy for the live person to do. So if the dead person makes contact in some fashion, such as a dream, then it can be discussed and solved.

For me, I don’t see this as interferrence because both parties have the option (choice) of saying no. Most of the time they don’t. Afterwards, I generally hear how much better they felt after airing out their dirty laundry. They may never know that I asked the ghost to give them the chance to talk it out.

It helps both sides to resolve issues that loomed heavy on both parties. Ghosts have issues too. And they continually work on those and other items after they die. Life goes on. If I can help either side, then I have done my job. Before I was born I agreed to come here to help myself and others. I try. And I enjoy some of life too.

Da Juana

When my daughter was small, I told her that she had a right to get angry with me but she was not ever to tell me that she hated me. I also told her that she could express her anger but that it should be short lived. Once we talked it out, then she should be able to resolve it in some way. Anger, like joy, is a choice.

The reason she couldn’t tell me she hated me was because she had chosen me as her parent. Being born to the parents you have is a choice. What? you say, there is no way. Believing as I do and after my conversations with the other side, I know that you make a conscious choice while on the other side to be born to the parents you have. And although you might feel very stupid for having done that once here, you made the choice.

While you are small, you have to rely solely on your parents to make good decisions for you. Some do, some don’t. When I was around seven, my mother left. I had two younger brothers, three and one years of age. We had loads of responsibility while growing up, expecially me but I never saw it as a pity party. Instead I knew that it would help me to become a better indiviual. Looking back, I think it has. But those times were not the easiest.

Another thing, I remember being on the other side before I was born. I remember the man who was there with me and who came with me into this life as a guardian angel, John. Of course, he only stayed until he thought I was grown up enough to handle life on my own, thirty-seven. So I can’t blame anyone else for my childhood. If it hadn’t been the way it was, I wouldn’t be the person I am now. And I happen to like the person I am now.

So remember, choices are made every moment. Use them wisely.

Da Juana

Even when I think I’m alone, I am not. That’s why I tell potential mediums, who tell me they want to learn to how to communicate, that they will soon realize they are never alone. Some people like to be alone. Some don’t. I have always had ghosts with me so I have never really been alone although sometimes I may feel as if I am. They are always there. Just in case I need something or just in case I meet someone they love and they want them to know. For me, this is one of the reasons I am here on earth this time.

Another is to teach others how to use their psychic ability. With that teaching, I want them to know that there is no hokey-pokey related to it and you don’t have to use rituals to achieve it. If we did, I would be in one heck of a mess. Using your ability is as easy as breathing. It’s a whisper. So listen when you think you hear someone talking. They very well may be.

Da Juana

Do you ever have a day when you are in contemplation all day long? As you know already, I love to think but today has been very different in that I am constantly piecing together items that I might want to do in the future. Not only that but I have been listening to the other side as they give some very good comments. The other side is one of the items that I am very grateful for in the list of wonderful things in life. And they help me immensely.

Today has been the sort of day that even though I am speaking to what we consider live people, I almost feel that is an interruption of what I need to think about. Don’t get me wrong. I am not begruding the people I talk with today but……the contemplation is just so nice. And I still seem to be functioning. At least no one has told me that I’m not.

Now the day before Valentine’s a man might have told you I wasn’t. Claude and I were at WalMart. Since the stroke, when he is there the lighting really bothers him. We were standing in the checkout line, with Claude holding onto the cart. That helps him stand there more easliy because he has something to help him keep his balance. While I was thinking about going to the checkout in front of us, a man pushes by everyone in line and says to me, “Mamm, will you move your cart?” Now, he could see that my husband was holding the cart.

I said, “Sure,” and tried to move over for him but it wasn’t quick enough because Claude and I were having a hard time getting it over.

The man was ugly and made and ugly sound with his voice. He besmirched my husband and that’s not something a southern woman will allow especially when her husband is handicapped. That’s all I needed. The Louisiana, where I was born, came out in me. Anyway, I looked at the man and said, “My husband can’t see well and he is having trouble moving this buggy, Sir.” Emphasis on the sir as I, menacingly, took a step towards him.

With that, the man drops his head and tries to look the other way but being the sweet person I am, I wanted him to note what he had done. He must have thought I was crazy. When I turned back around to take care of the cart and Claude, I noticed the man standing behind Claude giving me a, “You done good, girl,” look. He smiled like he wanted a wife who would go crazy on a man who besmirched his good name.

As a psychic first, human later and wife even after that, I try to be nice. Sometimes it just isn’t possible. I am a very protective wife, mother, dog mother, friend and teacher. Maybe that is why I have had a day of thinking.

Da Juana