Da Juana Byrd

With each event in life we have to make a decision. That decision can either help us to attain what we want in life or it can further hinder us. Change is the remedy.

Most don’t look forward to change because they are afraid but change is not always a bad thing. It can be exciting and make for better times as well. Again with, being the psychic I am, I am going to tell you that we all make changes. Changes are only choices and if we make a choice we don’t like, we can change it.

In this realm of thought I want to address the idea of sin. Sin is a choice and to me there is no such thing as sin. Choices you make are either right or wrong. The choice to drink to excess can be called a sin but it is still a choice. People’s choices dictate whether they are doing what is right for them or others. If you call choice a sin, then you are just mincing words and acting as if a person is not responsible for their actions because choice does commit life to action.

Make good choices for yourself but remember you can always change those you think are not good for you.

Da Juana

A hug can make your day better. It can make a smile come to your lips and a song to your heart. This simple maneuver can make your emotions lightened and make you physically and psychically stronger. Hugs are like money in your emotional bank. They have been proven to make you healthier.

I am very fortunate in that I get lots of hugs and I have always given them. It is in my nature to hug someone even if it is the first time meeting them. As a psychic, and something I didn’t realized for a long time, when I hug, I get to touch the person I am hugging in the most extraordinary way. Quickly, they open themselves to me and I can see what is happening in their lives although I may never say a word to them about it. Another thing is that I can give them some of my energy to help them if they desire. Of course this is done on a subconscious level without a word ever being uttered.

Luckily, I get all kinds of hugs myself. They come from Claude, obviously. When I married him, I became blessed with a hugger. Sometimes I have to remember that I love hugs because he loves to give and receive them so much. When I am working around the house is the time he generally chooses. You know, like when I am getting something hot out of the oven or have something in my hands that might overflow. But, I do like getting his hugs.

Another little person in our family who likes to give hugs is Madeline. If daddy and I are hugging, she stands up on one of our legs until she gets to be hugged by both of us too. Mysti likes group hugs but without the biting habit of our youngest. So we have to hold them apart and hold Madeline’s mouth on those occasions. Madeline doesn’t just wait for us to hug, she asks whomever she wants a hug from to give it. This can be a stranger who is visiting our house for the first time. If Madeline needs it, Madeline gets it.

And so today, I want to give you a hug. Please pass it on.

Da Juana

As a child and a psychic, I knew to be quiet about my abilities because my good friend, John, who was alive on the other side, told me to watch what I said. Being the outgoing person I am though meant that I didn’t always listen to this caring adult. That’s when I found out that people don’t always like thinking that another person, child or otherwise, can do the things I do.

Growing up with John by my side, I had to keep learning that lesson. The only problem was that I was and am very proud of these gifts. And although they are not always easy to deal with in terms of others, I still love having this gift. Friends I had known for years who professed to care deeply about me turned away when I finally confessed who I was. They never had a problem with my abilities when I was giving them good advice before they knew I was a psychic. Not only that but my advice generally came true so they told others about how well I could advise.

But the day I came out of the closet, I realized that there are some things good friends just can’t abide. And I could live with that but Claude lost a lot of people too because of me and for that I am very sorry. Even though I can’t help what others think, I can still feel for those I love, even the ones that think I changed over night. This was something I was born with, couldn’t change if I tried and didn’t want to change. It is even in my astrology. And guess what is in Claude’s? That he should work with me with my gifts. Bless his heart. We found that out once I came out of the closet and we got into astrology. He has tried.

I am very grateful to my loving husband for many reasons. Especially since he could have been like my other “long standing” friends when I came out of the psychic closet. It took him a couple of days after I told him about a horrible plane crash in California involving three planes, two large and one small, over a subdivision. But he came around, watched me over the years, listened when we were at psychic fairs, watched me work murders, took his time to come to believe and to tell me that he thinks that I am a great psychic. Claude is not one to give compliments without really believing it. That is the greatest confirmation of all and at least he realizes that I never changed. I was always the psychic first with the name,

Da Juana

Our youngest baby, Madeline, is the one of our puppies that is always getting into something. No one really rests while she is around unless she wants to rest. She will provoke her sister, Mysti, unmercifully until Mysti either plays with her or pinches her cheek to make her stop. Generally Mysti, once started with the cheek nipping, will continue for at least three more good nips. That’s when Madeline stops long enough for Mysti to feel that she has successfully stopped her younger sibling. Then Madeline goes back in for whatever her mind is set on at the time.

This little girl has certain ideas of how things should be done and she is here to make sure everyone does as she thinks. This might be because she is a Pisces with a double Scorpio. With this combination she can get her feelings hurt pretty badly and tell whomever she thinks did it just how the cow ate the cabbage. She is very good at this. Also, she is willing to take a little pain in order to get what she wants.

But, and this is a good but, she is one of the most loving animals, bar none, I have ever seen. Although she can be taken wrong because of her actions at times, she has a huge heart along with a horrible disease that we have gotten under control. Because of that disease, Madeline has ridden on my shoulder, as a baby almost all the time, because she was so ill. Now whenever she needs mother or daddy’s love, she is quick to tell us to pick her up where she rides like a baby surveying her world.

Also, Madeline has her own babies. Toys for Mysti and her somehow get out all over the house but Madeline has two, a baby puppy and a baby bear, that sleep with her each night and have to wake up when she gets up in the morning. She makes sure of that. One of them always gets to travel through the day with her, rests when she does and gets hugged by her just as momma and daddy hug her. Lately it has been her baby puppy. Yesterday I had to show Claude how Madeline was sleeping partially on her side, with the puppy between her arms in a hug, but pinned down so that no one could take it or so it wouldn’t get hurt. And they say animals are not like humans.

Da Juana

Keshawn Johnson is a football player that I told Claude would come to the Cowboys after leaving a Florida team for what they perceived as bad behavior. When I told Claude that the Cowboys would pick him up and that he would do wonders here, Claude was cautious but knew I had given him good info before on such things.

You see, although I like to play some sports, I don’t generally like to watch them but I try now especially since Claude has eyesight problems. And that’s another thing. Even though he can’t see very well, he can tell me when I am wrong about a play after hearing the announcers and then asking me what happened. But you do things for love that you would never do on your own. So I watch football.

Now I am upset that the powers that be got rid of Keshawn and decided to get another hotdog who from what I can tell has learned nothing from former teams and mates. Hopefully he takes to heart those times and reforms here in Dallas or rather Irving for the moment. I won’t say that I won’t watch the Cowboys again because I probably will but……seems to me that when you have someone like Keshawn who has made the team look better and who really tried that you wouldn’t just drop him.

Keshawn, I wish you luck at whatever endeavor and I hear it’s the Panthers now. You have made me like that team even more. I might be a Cowboy watcher now but with you in Carolina, they just might become my favorite team or at least my next favorite and I don’t know who I will pull for when the two teams play. You deserved better than this.

Da Juana

When I see a baby and stop to say hi, I generally get the sense of who they were before they were born to this life especially if they want me to recognize them. This is not something I always share with the parent however. And sometimes I get the same with animals.

My Mysti lived with me before as Ms. Muffin Byrd. Even though they are the same spirit, they have different lessons to learn this time so they have similar characteristics with some new ones added. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss Muffin. She was a real character. But Mysti is all she was and more too.

Babies do the same. When a baby is very small, the spirit reincarnated is so strong that the characteristics of the person that was is so strong that you can’t help but feel them. Being a psychic empath means when you are around that child, all the old memories of their former life floods you. It is like watching a movie and becoming immersed in it.

And you know what? I love it.

Da Juana

Besides his nice bottom, pretty eyes and wonderful smile, the thing that impressed me most about my husband, Claude, was that on our first date, he picked my foot up and started rubbing it. I am not saying that I have a foot fetish but I am saying that it felt so good that I couldn’t let this man go.

Maybe it was something from my childhood. The church I attended had the old-fashioned foot washings. You know that is where your ego down enough to be able to wash another’s feet. I didn’t think about that at the time because what Claude did was not really akin to that. He made me feel good in a whole nother way.

Maybe it was the first boy who ever kissed me. The way he got to me was to have me lay on the ground. Get your mind away from there. Then he would stand up and rub my feet. Even then I thought that was the best kind of feeling. What I didn’t think about was that I was always wearing a dress. That’s all a girl or woman could wear in my religion. When you are getting your feet rubbed in that way, then a dress is definitely a drawback. Ronnie was his name. To say I was a little ignorant at that time and the psychic definitely didn’t apply when my feet felt so good was an understatement.

Claude kept on rubbing my feet. And times have changed now because I was the one who rubbed his for the last few years but I am glad that we are still able to rub each others’ feet.

Da Juana

As a psychic I feel that I must always be in control of my abilities. Although I like a Margarita on occasion, I rarely drink, really rarely. That’s because my mouth might open and I might say something that I wish I could take back. This has happened.

One night, while over at my girlfriend’s house, where I was meeting her girlfriend for the first time, we had a little wine. Well, I like a little wine sometimes but……on this night, I got to feeling right at home after my first glass. For me that is like drinking four. Anyway, this nice dead lady sits beside the woman I had just met.

Ordinarily I might have been quiet but not after having the drink. I looked over and announced to the poor woman that a lady was sitting beside her. She had been drinking too, but at a glance, she knew no one was beside her that she could see. That is until I explained what the woman looked like and that she called herself mother to this lady. With that, the woman moved away from her mother and stared at me as if she had seen a ghost.

To make matters worse, that wasn’t enough for this one drink alcoholic. I finished by telling her that her father owned a pub and was tired of living. Not only that, but she should let him go. She confirmed all this for me. As a matter of fact her father died in the next couple of months. Needless to say my visit with this new supposed friend was a one-time affair. Therefore, I try to stay in control of my senses and my mouth.

Da Juana Byrd

Life with me isn’t always easy. That thought hit me again the other day when my husband was in the closet getting something to wear. Before he asked me anything, I answered him. And we just kept right on doing what we were before I answered.

Then it occurred to me that I had answered just as I had at other times without his asking.
At that moment, I asked him how it felt to have me answering him before he asked. His response was, “I am used to it.” I asked him then if he liked my doing that. The answer was not one I expected. Claude told me that there were times that he didn’t like me imposing upon his thoughts but most of the time it was OK.

My sweet husband and I have gotten into arguments with each other because of something he thought and I heard just as if we were speaking to each other. That’s not really fair to him but he does love me. Not only did he have to go from thinking he married someone he perceived to be normal to having a psychic in his bed. Bless his heart.

Da Juana

Rain never looked so good as it does today. From childhood on, I have always loved rainy days. Then I could sit somewhere and read a book or just sit by the window and watch the rain cleanse the earth. Also some of my best thinking was done when it was raining.

Some have told me that rainy days are gloomy but they are anything but for me. Besides we need the rain very badly. Our lakes have become very low from our dry spell. Today, while it is raining, I am enjoying how wonderful my day is. Time to think is something I need now.

Da Juana