Archive for May, 2006

My baby puppy fainted.

Wednesday, May 31st, 2006

The other day someone came to our door to sell us an aerial view of our home. That might have been nice if our subdivision allowed door-to-door sales people but we really don’t like that. Another reason that it bothered me immensely was that my dogs went crazy as I stepped out the door to greet this unwanted visitor.

  

He showed me the picture and asked if I wanted to buy it. I turned to say something to Claude because my husband used to be a helicopter pilot and when I looked down, I saw my baby, Madeline, wrapped around Claude’s foot.

  

She wasn’t moving and it didn’t look as though she was breathing either. It scared me to no end. Also, Claude didn’t see her there and if he had taken a step, it really would have been all over for her and he might have fallen.

  

Needless to say, I screamed and ran to get my baby off the floor. When I picked her up, she was limp and her mouth was open but there was no sign of life. I know the man had to be thinking he had come to the wrong house. I immediately started towards the front door to try to get her some air, walked outside, then came back into the house. Claude screamed at me to get her to the vet and I answered that we wouldn’t be able to get there in time.

  

I sat on our stairs, turned her on her back and blew a breath into her little mouth and nose. To be truthful, I would have blown into the other end if it had helped. I was that desperate. But to my amazement, a sound came. I flipped her back on her stomach and called her name over and over. She let out two, small, shrill howls and then started trying to move a little. It took another few agonizing minutes before she was able to walk without trembling. She was as frightened as us.

  

We took her to the vet and he ran all sorts of test on her but the only thing he found was that her tonsils were swollen and might have cut off her oxygen levels, which made her faint. A southern fainting woman is not what I really want around me and neither is a southern fainting dog. Please pray that there isn’t another time like that.

  

Da Juana

Flowers and memories.

Friday, May 26th, 2006

As with many people, flowers are something I love very much. Not only do they have beauty unequaled anywhere, some even give off alluring fragrances. Some odors are always remembered. These perfumes can carry good and sometimes even bad memories but it isn’t the plants fault.

  

There are three plants that really bring back memories I want to keep forgotten. Undoubtedly, one of them doesn’t mean as much to me because I still love the flowers and grow them when I can. They are roses. Every time my ex husband ran around on me or did other things one might consider horrible, he sent me roses. At least the first fifty times or more. Maybe not quite that often but it felt like it, especially since I knew why I was getting them. When Claude and I married, I told him I would grow my own. Saved him flower bills.

  

Another couple of flowers that have bad memories and these I haven’t quite gotten over yet were associated with my mother. One was a lily with a red vein and the other was a cape jasmine. Both are off my wish list and I don’t know if I will ever want them back. The jasmine is so pungent to me that I can’t even stand it but I like vines like star jasmine. Mother loved cape jasmines. Since she left many years ago I haven’t but I wish no harm to come to the flowers because they are so beautiful to some. I think I am coming around about the cape jasmine but I don’t think I ever will about the lily. The lily is associated with some words that can never be taken back and though forgiven, the memory is still there.

  

Flowers are something I like to grow and give away. In a home we owned years back, I had so many long stem rose bushes that my family, and my neighbor, whom I really loved and still do though we are miles apart, would come to my house, cut them without my consent and tell me later sometimes. My home smelled so gooooooooood. Roses and butterfly plants and herbs and irises and, and, and are all my favorites.

  

The memories I speak of, whether good or bad, leave a psychic impression that hits home emotionally on a spiritual level. It gives you the opportunity to learn. Don’t know if I will learn in this life about the lily. At least I don’t hate the flower. That’s something. And I don’t hate my mother either. How could I? But the memory remains.

  

Da Juana

Am I saved?

Thursday, May 25th, 2006

While in a store a few minutes ago, I met a woman, working in the store, who was talking with herself. After listening for a few seconds, I told her that I do the same thing but that I am generally speaking with ghosts.

 

“Oh! She said and how do they act on the other side?”

“About the same as they do on this one,” I replied.

“Where do they live,” she retorted.

The banter continued, “Anywhere they want but I see a couple here.”

“Who,” came the question I fully expected.

“Two women,” I answered and continued, “I generally don’t see skin color but one was a small blond with short wavy hair. I think she might have visited here right before she was killed. But the other is the one you will be interested in. She is a shorter, black, woman than you, built smaller than you and has shorter hair than you. This lady, and I like her very much, was good to everyone and says that she is your grandmother. Do you know her?”

Tears came immediately. And she nodded while I rehashed what I had just said about her grandmother with her nodding the whole time in the affirmative.

Then she asked if I saw anything for her to which I replied that she should go to the doctor and gave her a couple of other items to make her know why. It is not too often I remember such readings as this. I have to have something that makes me remember and I guess it was this. She told me she needed to ask one more question. And I told her I needed to leave because Claude was waiting in the car. But she followed me to the door and with the door held open asked, “Does God love me?” Then she followed with, “Am I saved?”

Instantly I felt the need to answer her, which I did. “Yes, honey. God does love you and you were saved the moment you came to this earth.” I hugged the lady and went to the car and didn’t take the time to tell her that as a child of God we are connected to God no matter who we are. Our spirits are intertwined. God never leaves us though we might feel alone sometimes.

Da Juana

Me!

Wednesday, May 24th, 2006

Today is neither a soapbox day nor a day when I talk about others. I am going to try to let you know more about me if you really want to. And I can’t see how you would. But if you do, here goes.

For me, it is easier to help others and talk about what has happened to them or to talk about my husband’s and my past experiences for educational help for others than to talk about myself. I know that makes no sense since I am here to read for others and let them get to know me so that they understand that psychic ability is something we all have. But……..for me, talking about myself is never easy.  

 

I am sure some of my friends will tell you that isn’t necessarily true but once they start looking, they realize that they really only know items about me, not what is deep in my heart. That heart stuff is hard to articulate. Is it for you too? Or am I one of those strange people who keep everything to myself? You know what is funny? I can usually recognize another psychic by their capacity towards being a loner even though they have people all around them.   

My husband, Claude, says that I could draw a crowd in the desert. If that is so, it is because they see the psychic in me and are drawn to that. You see, I am a firm believer that we all put our panties on in the same way, male or female, have’s and have not’s, presidents and paupers. We are all a part of God, no better than others and no less than others. We are here for a spiritual lesson and work towards that whether we consciously want to or not. Sorry, started teaching again. Well, enough about me.    Da Juana

Ghost gives advice!

Monday, May 22nd, 2006

This interesting story comes from one of our veterans. I thought I might share and give comments on.

“I had an encounter at the Navy recruiters office before I joined. I was there with my bride to be and talking with the Navy recruiter when a man approached me and asked me to talk with him. He asked me to come over and sit at a table across the room. He said he didn’t know how to tell me this but if I joined the Navy my wife would not be my wife very long and I would be well advised not to join. I figured he was a nut wandering around downtown or a disgruntled vet and just blew him off and told him I would be joining and thanks for his concern. As he left I heard a cowbell on the door and him say I tried. When I went back across the room my fiancé was engaged in a conversation with two of the recruiters. I asked if they saw the guy and all three said no. My fiancé was very beautiful so I thought they were so focused on her that nobody noticed. I went ahead and joined the Navy and she left me on my second 6-month cruise after about 2 years in. I wonder if the man in the recruiters’ office was an angel or a ghost trying to warn me of a bad decision. It seemed he knew I was going to be there at that time and was sent to give me a message. Please if you read this write me back ..Take care…Paul”

  

Paul, you are one of the lucky ones like me. It seems that you can talk with the other side. It doesn’t really matter whether the person sent to give you a message was a ghost or an angel. Sometimes, they can be both and sometimes they can even be alive as we define it. What matters is, you got to visit with someone who had your best interest at heart. If you will notice, more than once you have smelled odors that weren’t really there. You can make this ability grow. Why not do it?

  

Da Juana

Monday, May 22nd, 2006

Little girl plays with ghost.

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006

Another ghost story:

“Hello my daughter for over a week now has been scared to be in her room. She says there is a girl in there and she plays with her toys. She tells me she isn’t nice either but sometimes she opens her bedroom door for her. My daughter is only four. She has never watched anything scary to make her think this. She tells me when i need to stay out of her room cause the girl don’t want me in there. Now today she has cried and crawled under my legs repeatedly saying the girl told her to go back downstairs and sleep and to get out of her room. I don’t know whether she is really seeing something or not. We have weird things that happen here also though. Lights blow out constantly, TV turns on and off, water runs in the bathroom sink every now and then. Just curious if you can tell me what you think is going on? Thanks, Y”

It sounds to me as if your daughter has a child ghost that lives with her. Or more to the point thinks this is her room. You are hearing what you have seen in physical children so many times. This is mine. No, you can’t have it, and on and on. Just because the ghost child is dead doesn’t mean they don’t have some of the same feelings they had while on earth, especially when they want you to know they are there too. Might I ask if you lost a child?

When you say that you have weird things going on, you are telling me right there that you know your daughter is right. Sounds to me like there is a family of psychics living in your house. Can you guess who they might be?

Da Juana

Got this and will answer it.

Tuesday, May 16th, 2006

“I just read your posting about your Uncle James and had a question. What did you mean by “not since he returned to body”? Did you mean that he has returned for another life? How is he able to visit you in your dreams if that is the situation? I have always heard that you see all of your loved ones who have died before you when you pass over. I had wondered how you would see them if you didn’t die until after they had returned.

Thank you for your column. It is one of my first stops every evening.

Jill C”

OK Jill, this is what I have seen and what has been told to me by the other side. And by the way, it is explained more fully in my book, “Ghosts Talk.”

All people are spirits. As a matter of fact, everything is spirit. With that being the case, your spirit can be in multiple places at the same time. After all, it doesn’t have to confine itself to the body. A physical body is a prison of sorts but the spirit can escape those bounds and return anytime it likes even when the person is not consciously aware.

Last night, for instance, Claude, in one of the first times since his stroke, and right before he was fully asleep, startled and let out a muffled cry. When I asked him what was wrong he told me that he felt as if he were falling. That’s when I told him that he was going out of body. He hasn’t allowed that in so long because he has truly felt out of control of everything and starting the process of going out of body startled him so he stopped it immediately.

Hope I have helped.

Da Juana

Uncle James!

Monday, May 15th, 2006

The other night I had a dream where someone asked me to do something I considered iffy. While in the dream, I was talking with Claude about the matter. He advised me that I should never do anything that made me feel funny or that I thought wasn’t right.

While taking his advice, I noticed someone appear on my left. Claude watched as I turned toward the person who had just arrived. When I asked the newcomer whether I should go through with the iffy subject, Claude just watched because he knew that I was speaking with a ghost. What he didn’t know was that I was speaking to a man that I loved more than anyone in my family, my Uncle James, who had died while I was very young. His answer to me was that if I went through with the iffy thing, I would most certainly be paralyzed. He used the words, most certainly be paralyzed.

In my dream, I turned back to Claude and he asked what the man had said after I explained that it was my uncle. What was even funnier is that I prefaced my question to my uncle with, “I know you are a ghost but I need your opinion.” He gave his opinion not once, but twice and it was the same each time.

The thing that really got to me was that I haven’t seen my Uncle James in years, not since he returned to body, but there he was in my time of need giving me an answer.

What we may consider dreams are not always dreams. Instead, dreams can be a forum. The dead can speak, just as my dearly departed uncle did for me.

Da Juana

Do I sound like a ……..?

Thursday, May 11th, 2006

There is nothing better than making a change in the way you do business and getting it done well. But that is not the case with us today. NO…….We needed to have some other things happen so we would appreciate our accomplishment more. We changed our phone systems today so that psychics working with us could have their very own toll free numbers. That way, there would be no more complaints from the psychics or our clients for the computer upsets they had seen in the past. (No matter that the phone company uses computers too.)

Our web master was very good in that she got things done last night in order that the resulting change could run smoothly. Thank goodness for her. She is one bright spot in this whole calamity.

The phone company did change over our business phone to make it theirs and also to give each psychic their very own 800 number. That was done this morning. As of now, this evening, we still don’t have anything pointed to where it should be. Amazing, isn’t it? Yeah, I long for the good old days when it didn’t take a committee to make a change and where one person could say, “Yes, I am going to do this for you and make it smooth.”

Now after waiting for six months, not kidding. No make that seven. I wasn’t counting correctly, we haven’t got the system correct yet. It’s good I am just a psychic. Oh and about that, had someone want my horoscopes today but they didn’t want my name on them because they were afraid of how having a psychics name with psychic written beside it might offend someone. Imagine that. Yes, this has been a wonderful day. Really. I mean really.

Da Juana