Da Juana Byrd

Today we are on the fringes of a snowstorm, with sleet and freezing rain. The temperature is well below freezing and slated to stay that way. This is the type day you want to curl up by a warm fire, listen to the wind blow and snuggle with your favorite husband and dogs. But alas, it’s a workday. So what to do?

Do you sludge to work and risk car accidents and all those other people who don’t know how to drive in this type weather? Do you call in and say you can’t make it? Or do you lie and say you’re sick because you don’t want you boss and co-workers to know you don’t really want to drive in this?

If you’re me, you do none of the above because, first, you can’t lie, and second, you are the fortunate one who works from your home. That means a 24-7 hour job week with no room to play hooky. And you find yourself doing more housework, while trying to do work that puts food on the table. Also you find your neighbors calling to ask you to baby-sit with their sick children while they go to real jobs because they know you have time. Oh wait, that hasn’t happened in a while. But I’m not griping. I love working from my home until a day like this when the weather is not fit for man nor beast outdoors. That’s when I have to trudge up stairs because I can’t take a weather day.

Hope you have better motoring than me today.

Da Juana

My husband, Claude, asked me, “How can I conquer the fear of the unknown?” He was speaking in regards to selling our home because he can’t see very well and he was wondering how he will get around a new house and neighborhood when we sell our house.

But when he asked that question, I got to thinking. Again. And you know how I am about that. People everywhere go to psychics to face the future or other unknown aspects of their lives. Others come to me or call me to learn about psychic aspects but also to get in touch with loved ones who have gone on or people they consider guides, who generally turn out to be a loved one. Sometimes though, those loved ones might have been relatives in another life. That can get a little sticky especially when your father in another life is a husband now. Lives are the great recycling act God perpetrated on man. More detail is given on these reincarnations in my book, “Ghosts Talk.” If you look at the world and the way it recycles everything, then you get the gist of what God has in mind for you too. Nothing and I mean nothing is every wasted.

To bring up another point Claude made though is that even though he lives with a psychic/medium, sometimes he just doesn’t want to know. And it’s very hard living with a woman who has special senses and doesn’t have a poker face when it comes to them. Many times he has saved me when he saw the look. You women know what I mean.

Yesterday, I told someone that I am learning a very valuable lesson sort of like Jonah sitting under the tree at Nineveh. When it doesn’t happen to you, you can’t really be as sympathetic as you think you are. When it hits home, you learn to become even more compassionate. Oh, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand others’ agony. I’m a good psychic and feel what they feel but it’s different when you live it. I could sit in my safe chair and responsibly tell people that something horrible was going to happen. And because of the way I do my psychic readings, I’d soon forget what I relayed to the person sitting opposite of me because I pray to do so because sometimes it is just too hard not too. But when it hits home, you can’t forget and I think it makes a better person and psychic of you. More empathetic. Really thought that I had enough of that in my life so that I am better at understanding but undoubtedly I needed more and have the teachers in my own home.

I remember once when I was doing a TV news interview, was out of town on this one, and the anchor came out to meet me before we went to do the interview. We only had an actual minute before air. And what did I do, immediately I told her about an illness she had and to see the doctor. She started crying right there, messing up her makeup and we are about to go to air. I was so upset for her but the illness wasn’t mine so I couldn’t really feel what she was feeling. And I didn’t mean to be unfeeling. The words just popped out of my mouth. Then we are both standing there, with her crying and me thinking I was bad for having told her then. The other part of this is that although I’m an empath, it was her with the illness. And sometimes, like Claude said, you just don’t want to know.

Just thinking.

Da Juana

We had a very nice Thanksgiving, ate more than enough, and had some very good camaraderie going on too. Hope you had a wonderful one too.

This year I am able to look out in my back yard and for the first time in a few years really see fall colors happening. It occurred to me that trees, like us, are individuals (I knew this but it comes up again sometimes) though they might have the same genus. In our yard, we have some red oaks that are coloring up spectacularly. Each turns its own shade of scarlet and each does it at differing times and in differing manners. But that makes for some very interesting viewing. And believe me, I’m viewing. With the backdrop of green cedars, the oaks are magnificent. And did I mention the elms. Cedar Elms, American Elms, oh, my!

This, along with Thanksgiving, has made me more aware of how much I should be grateful for. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some trying times lately and know there are more to come but I’m so lucky too. And as you have heard me say many times before, we make our own luck. Right now I would like to be just a little luckier, say Claude had his sight back and a few other minor items but I’m proud of what I have too.

Claude and I and the two girls are all better now. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We’re alive and can keep on growing spiritually on this side for a moment. And I get to look at God’s glory.

Yeah, I have a lot to be grateful for. What might you be grateful for?

Da Juana

It’s been almost quiet in our home right now. By that I mean that we haven’t had the usual Grand Central Station atmosphere with ghosts in the house. Maybe they haven’t wanted to bother me since I have had that sinus crud. It seems that they walk a little more silent through the house rather than really wake me up when I see them.

Generally I don’t stop to ask who they are when they come passing through unless they are persistent. Then I will stop and say what do you want or either wait until I am talking with someone that I feel is the reason the ghosts are visiting at the time. Then I mention to the physical person I am speaking with that I have been seeing a person or animal that has passed to the other side. After giving them the details or most often while giving them the details, the physical person starts to hyperventilate and then tell me they know exactly who the ghost is.

Right now, though, they have been gentler. For instance, I saw a whiff of at least six-feet-tall smoke last night in my kitchen. And I could swear that I heard the word, “Sorry,” like he was upset I had caught him. He was rather lean with dark and gray hair, a nice chin and beautiful fingers. This man had a musical voice and had a spirit, pardon the pun, that would make anyone love him. Don’t know why he was here, just that I saw him. He will probably make his way back around at the time I speak with someone he loves. And for some reason the name, “Joyce” comes to mind.

Oh well, Happy Thanksgiving Eve.

Da Juana

Boy am I glad that this mess in my throat is finally leaving but it is giving me enough trouble that I don’t feel one hundred percent. I can’t wait to start walking on my treadmill again. First, I had a tendon bothering me, then this. I think I told you about it. It sure will be nice to get back on the treadmill.

 
Today, I had to go out and I know God sent this one to me because I don’t believe in accidents. A young, sympathetic woman offered to watch my buggy while I went looking for Claude because he was out of my eyesight. Although I told her that I appreciated her wish to help, I really didn’t want to chase him down for two reasons. One is because of the way I have been feeling and the other is that my husband is a man and doesn’t like to be looked for. So, I declined her kind invitation.

 
She started talking and to make a very long story short, she talked about her religion. After telling me that she had married her husband, whom she met on a mission trip, she asked me if I frequented church. To which, I answered that I was a spiritual person and used my spirituality every day, that I didn’t just go to church to talk with God. That’s when she told me she used to be that way. Then she asked, very nicely of course, what religion I was in. That’s when I mentioned she would probably have a problem with me and my beliefs. You know where this is going.

 
“No,” she declared. Then she went on to tell me that I should be around other people who believed like me, meaning her. Don’t know where she got that. She also warned that I should have the demons cast out of me because I talk with ghosts and she had them casts out of her at one time.

 
After trying to nicely rid myself of the sweet woman and when she followed me even up to the clerk that was waiting on me and continued to try to win me over to her way of thinking, I finally turned to her and said. I’m not religious like you are. I don’t want to be. When you believe that being gay is an abomination before God, I have a problem with your beliefs. God loves everyone. And when you think that I have been talking to the devil, which I don’t believe in because that takes your responsibility for your actions away, I don’t want to be like you.

 
Not to be dissuaded she brought up the fact that you need to follow the Bible and that it plainly states that gays are an abomination before God. The clerk waiting on me was trying to hurry so that I could get away from this woman without really saying, “Get away from me, you bigot.” I try very hard to see other peoples’ points of views and I don’t try to unduly influence others, unlike this lovely woman. And she really was lovely and very persistent.

I also explained that I probably knew the Bible better than her, for which I am sorry, both that I said it and because I really can’t be sure. At that point she told me that she had read the Bible cover-to-cover at least once.

 
Then she proceeded to tell me that God can create miracles, which I know because I am one and also Jesus talked to me before I had polio and told me that I would be fine. That’s another story and it’s in my book, “Ghosts Talk.”

 
Finally the clerk was finished and I started to leave. The lady told me that she was going to pray for me. To which I replied, “Please do. You have my permission to pray that my husband gets well. I believe in prayer.” You see that’s another thing. Prayer is very personal and I generally like to ask a person before I pray for them and to get the prayer straight before praying.

 
Anyway, that’s been my day. Thank God, I’m back home and it makes me quite grateful that I have an open mind though I might have been a little less than glad to speak with the lady today. It was shades of my past but I appreciated her desire to witness.

 
Da Juana 

Today we are getting about fifty mile-per-hour winds. I love it but I also worry about the trees. They like a little bit of a breeze; enough to blow the bugs off their leaves but this is gale force, almost. Bending under the weight of these winds can be lethal, enough so that it brings excitement through the forest, more especially if you are one of the ones on the fringes.

What might look to us humans like a beautiful dance between the trees and the wind could be the total undoing of some of our green friends. Watching them now as they sway and bend, with all their colorful foliage, I am in awe of nature’s hand in all this.

This morning I haven’t seen one bird motoring across the sky or between the branches. Isn’t it funny how animals know that there is an impending danger to them and how they take cover.

Last night, late; because I was up with this throat of mine, over the music we play each night, I could hear coyotes right behind my fence. Some poor animal didn’t make it but the coyotes were celebrating their good fortune. If you have never heard a coyote, then you should at least once in your life. It’s kind of like wanting to see the Aurora Borealis as I do before I die. There’s something sinister about a coyotes cry, unlike the mournful wolf. Wolves and their music have never bothered me but when coyotes sing, I’m glad my babies and I are in the house safe.

Speaking of singing, Mysti does a very good song on occasion and when daddy and momma chime in too, we make some great music. At least I think we do. Madeline does gives us that look though. Mysti has been known to sing with wolves that grace television, even when she’s asleep. Talk about the primal urge. It’s a wonder to watch.

Well, enough of my digression.

You have a nice day now. Stay warm and enjoy.

Da Juana

For the first time in a very long time, thank goodness, I’m not feeling as well as I could. Now, on a psychic level, I know that means that I should slow down a little but that’s just not me. The problem is my throat or at least my sinuses, which are causing my throat to hurt. And when you are trying to do radio, then guess what, it can be very annoying. My voice doesn’t even sound like me. It sounds like I’m channeling some deep-throated man.

I know I wouldn’t make a good doctor because I’m sure not a good patient. The word patient is the key. And I don’t even try to be. Furthermore, I don’t ask for that lesson because I have things to do, places to go and people to see. But for the last couple of years, that seems to be my lesson. So, I can either work with it or I can work against it, which will take even more time learning this particular lesson. From day-to-day my thoughts on that matter change, one day I might give in to it and the next fight it. That’s human and I’m learning that I really am one.

Sorry, there’s so many “I’s” in this one today but, and here it goes again, I (positive affirmation) am well, doing what I like and enjoying life.

Don’t you believe me? I know I heard a collective sigh somewhere going, “What is she thinking?”

Well, I do believe in prayer. So if you could send a little light and love my way, it is appreciated. Oh, and while we’re on the subject of me, could you also pray that a couple of items I need now, happen. This is realllllllllly appreciated.

Have a good day and think of just how good it really is.

Da Juana

Well, call me soft-hearted or something and if you can read this letter, thought I would answer here if you don’t mind. It is straight from my email without any editing but……thought she might need just a little help.

“hello, i really dont know what i should be writing..i  ask for much without being able to pay right now,but if u feel u can the plz help me…i lost my husband 8months bak to cancer?hospitals and doctors and yes God…till last day i was wishing and hoping for a miracle coz i never thought God would betray me..i feel betrayed by God and i feel i’ve betrayed my husband coz i had told him dat i’d make him fine no matter wot and if i fail i’ll take my own life but here i am still alive  everyday i die a new death..its been 8 months now i dont get out of the house,i have stopped meeting  anybody,i dont talk to my friends or my bro.sis..i am alive but not living..i’ve studied a lot about regression,past life and reincarnation..i am from India and from childhood we are taught abt past life and karma..but still i am  not able to accept anything..i know God exists but y does he close his eyes when we need him most?the worst part is the way he made my husband suffer in hospital..last one month he was on venti.in ICU..couldnt even speak..y this torture?if he wanted to take life y did he prolong it?i LOVE Him. Talk to Him every second of my day, in activity and in silence with deep prayer, with the unceasing desire of  heart..i broke my promise..i just want to know if he’s at peace?please help..i am from India and really dont know how i’ll make payments but i deparately want some solace…just one msg. frm him and maybe y this happened to us?and i want him to be at peace..till we meet again..please help me.

regards

rina”

Rina, God did not take your husband. This was something you and he set up on the other side and started to work on here for the spiritual lessons involved. Choices made by the two of you for your spiritual growth made this horrific lesson possible.

He is at peace and is showing me something on his right hand; I think the back of it, which he thinks you will recognize. He says that you need to get on with life. Do you really think he wants you dead? This was never true. Get out and start life again with his memory and his spirit around you each day. Because he is where he is now, you will never be alone but that doesn’t mean drawing away from life. It means make him proud of your strength and perseverance. Otherwise, since you know karma, you might have to work through this lesson again. So, please, don’t put the two of you through this again because he will come back to assist again and endure whatever he has to for the both of you.

Hope this helps.

Da Juana

There are days when you just have to sit down and rest. Today is one of those days for me. Since I work for myself, my work might involve days that most don’t have to worry about, such as weekends, and nights, sometimes from morning to night and weekends too. But don’t think I’m complaining because I’m not. I am glad I have work to do although it seems the dollar doesn’t go quite as far as it used to do.

My idea of resting doesn’t always involve lying down either although that is just what I would like to do right now. Have a tendon in the back of my ankle, which has been bothering me so that I can’t walk on my treadmill yet. As my husband likes to tell me, I am pushing it too much. I figure I can work it out. But he is quick to tell me that if I don’t stay off it for a while, I may have to stay off everything for a longer while. Hate it when he is right. So, that might be lending to my being tired today because exercise seems to make me feel less tired.

Maybe writing and moving my fingers now will help. Oh, no, my eyes seem to be closing. Do you know how long it has been since I took a nap in the daytime? Well, guess I could go and do something I rarely get to do, meditate. You know, for twenty minutes to an hour with snoring included. Now, that’s a meditation. I can see it now. Da Juana is sitting by a stream, feeling the breeze on her face with a hawk flying overhead and hearing the water gurgle by……..ZZZZZZZZZZ

Da Juana

There are some people, things, events and places that I really thank God for. My dogs rank right up there. You notice I put them under people because they are little people to me.

You rarely hear me speak about my baby, Mysti, because she is generally the good one, rarely exhibiting behavior that might warrant bad attention. But her little sister is entirely different. Where Mysti doesn’t allow us to hold and love her for over a second, Madeline craves it and would rather ride on one of our shoulders, like a baby, than walk on her own. The joy she gets from that is like a person being able to ride in a big SUV so that they see most of what’s going on around them and she gets love. Love is something that she never gets enough of.

This morning, like some other mornings she’s had, instead of getting out of bed and being her usual rambunctious self, she laid down. When I coaxed and then fussed, she tried to get up. Her back leg just wasn’t cooperating. You know the big heart this little dog has. Daddy wasn’t up yet because he rarely sleeps now, which probably caused the stroke for him in the first place. So, I was trying to be quiet and get Madeline going too.

I went to her and found the problem, picked her up and started to work on it. Sometimes she gets a bad cramp in the same leg. It actually comes from her back. After I massage the cramp, then I can go to her back and see how to help her. To see this little creature, my baby, unable to move well really bothers me. Anyone I love when not quite right bothers me as I’m sure it does you too.

Then I have a psychic thought that magnesium might help her. Well of course the search engines are blazing but I didn’t find a supplement for magnesium for dogs. I take it sublingually and am not sure she can but I did find out that one of Mysti’s favorites, cabbage, of which I give her very little, can cause unwanted side effects. You do know that onions, raisins (grapes), too much garlic, spinach and cabbage or baby cabbage can hurt your dog along with egg whites (has to be the whole egg).

If you have any thoughts on where or how I can give my baby magnesium, please let me know.

Da Juana