Da Juana Byrd

Being a psychic can make you less aware. By that I mean that I have gone through life not noticing some things it would have been better if I had noticed. It was not that I was taking life for granted but rather that I relied completely upon my psychic ability to lead me. In doing so, I missed some things that stood out in the world.

For instance a beautiful flower could have been one of the items I missed. Also, I missed the little bee hiding inside. Had I noticed and stuck my nose into the petals, I might have found this small but dangerous insect. On those occasions I am glad I missed the bee but not the flower.

As a psychic, I tend to want to see only the best in people, even though I have seen some of the worst. I think psychics as a whole try to do this. Therefore, we are not always the best judges of character when it comes to people we decide to love.

Another problem is that we feel sorry for others so much so that we will take on their problems. For me, that can be very dangerous because I am such a good empath. For a few years after I came out of the psychic closet, my doctor for whom I was a frequent visitor, finally started asking me if I had clients that week who had certain diseases. He said that I was taking them on but not in body, only in symptoms. Once I learned that little bit of information, I continued to do the readings but quit allowing myself to take on the symptoms.

Using my ability the way I do and listening to the souls of others, it is also sometimes hard for me because differing situations might bring on the same psychic patterns. For instance, years ago when I was younger, I visited with some friends a mental institution where my friends uncle was enclosed. And I do mean enclosed. As we walked further back into this massive place, attendants were locking doors behind us as we went through. Now you might believe that this was a problem for me in being locked in and I didn’t love that feeling either but what seemed to be taking all of my attention was the mass of souls crying out to me as I walked past quiet inmates in a mental prison. Though the patients were physically silent, sitting by walls and around tables as we descended further into the bowels of a building housing the mentally insane, the screams I heard from their subconscious was overwhelming. It was almost more than I could stand by the time we reached my friends uncle. For years, I have wondered why casinos bother me. This weekend, I put the two together. Now, I like to go and play cards myself on occasion but I don’t like hearing souls cry out in pain. Those who don’t have the money to spend shouldn’t go there but still some do. And then, though, most stay silent, their cries find me. Another time I got this same feeling was when I visited the Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor. Souls in pain who don’t see any way out of the moment.

Being psychic is something that I love and I am constantly asking questions of why this and why that. That is my nature. So don’t believe for a moment that I give up this wonderful sense I have. It is like breathing to me.

Da Juana

You know its pretty bad when you don’t smoke and others smoke around you. I even try to choose restaurants and other places so that I am not inundated with cigarette smoke. This is a personal choice. Claude and I don’t even like to sit close to a smoking area in any restaurant and won’t go back if we smell the smoke at the furthest side away from the smoking area. Again, that is just our choice.

Ghosts, however, don’t always care that I don’t love cigarette smoke. Take, last night or the night before last, (I can’t always remember when it happens because ghosts are always around me, for which I am totally grateful.) I was sitting with Claude and the two puppies watching television when it smelled as if I was sitting in the middle of a smoke filled bar. I couldn’t hear music but I could smell the odor and it wasn’t one of those nice menthol brands either. It was like those old non-filtered brands. Being used to having a ghost or two smoke around me, I turned and asked Claude, who wasn’t three feet from me, if he smelled it too. Of course he didn’t but little Madeline, I think, did because she brought her head up and started sniffing but it could have been because I asked her daddy if he smelled the smoke.

Generally our ghostly visitors refrain from smoking inside unless they really want me to know they are there. It’s not because I don’t want them there. It is because I generally take their presence for granted unless they do something that commands my attention, and of course, smoking does. Claude asked who it was and I said I didn’t know because I didn’t ask. The ghost didn’t volunteer so we didn’t question further. I guess the ghost just needed to make his or her presence known which they do sometimes for no other reason but to be noticed.

Da Juana

You know how I am about trying to answer some of my email. I thought this might be a good one to answer here. So please bear with me while I answer this young man and say prayers as well. His question is:

“First off, Hi! How are you? I’m doing alright. The reason I’m emailing you is because for 2 years now (I’m 16, turning 17 October) I’ve been *really* thinking about life, and death, heaven, and hell. I’ve started really thinking about the chance that when people die..that they don’t go onto an afterlife..and just die, with their minds shutting off. Considering what I read on this site..It seems like you have personal proof of an afterlife,…and I don’t know exactly what I’m asking in this..but basically, I really want to know if their is an afterlife..because I panic when I think about it and get a really cold upset feeling in my chest, for a couple months I could barely do anything because I was thinking about it so much. Lately I’ve been a lot better! Actually for over a year I’ve been a lot better, but I’ve been still thinking about it, and getting those “panicking” things. So, is there really an afterlife? ..I mean, heaven, hell? What? I don’t know what to believe in anymore…”

OK, so many questions, so little time. Yes, I died in 1980 on an operating table, was gone for 15 minutes or so the doctor told me and returned to tell you about it. As a matter of fact, this is all in my book, “Ghosts Talk.” But back to the answer you want about heaven or hell or just ceasing to exist. And the answer is: you continue to exist or at least your spirit does. The body dies away just as old clothing gets worn out but the spirit that resides inside always lives. And life on the other side is what you make of it. Here I go again. A few dead people told me to write something, which I did, and called it “Voices,” which you can read on my web site. They let you know how they live on the other side. All I did was listen and write.

So, I hope this helps you. And I hope you know one more thing too. That is life is only lived in order to gain more spiritual knowledge. You can only do that by living life fully and allowing the good and the bad to happen with the knowledge that you are learning and trying to live as well as you can. Society is a part of that knowledge in that you have to learn to live with others too. So live the best life you can and revel in all its mysteries.

Da Juana

Well, since I gave you a prediction and it’s results yesterday, I think I will give you another today, not to ring my bell but to keep you updated too. Besides, I really feel good that people feel I am good at what I do and I guess that is ringing my bell.

 
Someone wrote:  “You included in your prediction that Fidel Castro will be ill and ask for assistance.  I heard on the news tonight that he has stepped down and handed rule over to his brother…I’ve only just heard of you, and am only just now starting to follow your site.  But this….this makes me feel even more confident that I chose you when I was searching for someone to answer my questions. God Bless you and yours.”

 
And I want to reply:  Thank you so much for having confidence in me and for writing like this. Doing what I do makes me feel good. I love being psychic even though it carries some deep responsibilities and sometimes even some discredit from uninformed souls. But all in all, being psychic is the best of worlds for me and I get more out of it than I could ever possibly give.

 
Da Juana

Each December or early January, I make predictions about the coming year. Sometimes these predictions come true a month or so after the year is up and sometimes they come true exactly when I say they will. For instance, and I think this is the way I phrased it, there was one about Princess Diana that I said would make mother’s of the world or England cry before the end of the eighth month. Well, she died on right before the end of the month of August. Another thing I might do is have several predictions that add up to one but said in different ways.