The Saga Continues...

Grande Canyon or Casa Grande?

As soon as I woke up this morning I had to write these details from a dream I had last night. The main reason for my posting this is not only for you to get a glimpse into my world and what it is like to be a medium, but also to record and keep track of my accuracy. I never know what I may be able to use to help someone.

I had a dream with someone who passed in “Pueblo”, AZ. I use quotes because I don’t know if there is a Pueblo, AZ. I was in a SUV, lighter colored (quite possibly silver) I was a male and I may have been with someone else. The car we were in was stolen. The Grande Canyon (or Casa Grande -unclear-)   had something to do with it. It’s as if they were on there way to the Grande Canyon or (Casa Grande -unclear-). The car was “stolen” from a female, or more like borrowed without permission. There is another female around this man that concerns me. Something about her does not feel right. She was having an affair with the gentlemen that died. Her husband knew the man that died as well  (the one his wife had an affair with) because when the cops called to notify him he looked genuinely distraught. The woman who was having an extra marital affair with the gentlemen that died may have just given birth to a child, definitely a boy.

The whole reason I know the details about how he died is because the guy who passed showed me, I was actually him during 75% of the dream. When the woman’s husband got a call from police he then passed the phone to me and the cop told me the details of what happened. Humn…I am almost certain something is not right. I feel like someone was involved. Well, I most certainly suspect that fowl play was involved. I REALLY don’t like the female in the center of all of this. The car was “stolen” from the city as opposed where this gentle men passed, which was more like a barren desert landscape. I don’t think this was an accident. What is even sadder is that people he trusted were involved in his death. The person(s) involved in his death DEFINITELY knew him, although I don’t get that the crime scene was brutal (like in most cases when the perpetrator has an axe to grind). It was staged to look like an accident, in hopes that they (the perpetrator(s) ) might not be apprehended.

I’m going to Google this and see if its happened.  I don’t even know of a Pueblo, AZ. I’m not really sure what I can do. I just want to make sure I’m being accurate in my description, although they seldom publish all of the detail in the news.

Then I’ll probably just let it go, emotionally purge. Gosh, I still feel like I am there. It was so real. I know your probably asking yourself how can it feel so real and you not remember everything? Well, it’s kind of like Pictionary. The only difference is that everything is going really fast. Everything rushes in at the same time: sight, sound, smell, taste, see, & touch. It’s INTENSE! Oh yeah, I am also just human being, like everyone else, people forget that sometimes. I’m just a messenger, a mailman of sorts.

To me it’s just as intense every time. I never really get used to it. That connection is so personal and emotional every time. It’s not like I’m a cop and after a few years on the force I build a thick skin and become desensitized.

I am sooooo drained.

Yours Truly,

Luminous Guidance

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Once Upon a Wedding ...

I’ve been inspired to write this blog from a boatload of readings with the same theme.

Okay Story Time…

There once was a girl who was in love with a boy. This boy happened to propose to this girl. But soon she found out a little secret of his. He was looking for a male fling on an adult friend network page. So a month before her wedding it was cancelled. They were both different from everyone else, however for entirely different reasons. Being different together was not going to work out. So she left and never spoke to him again. She did not speak to him, not because she stopped loving him, but because she couldn’t have a happy functional relationship with that boy.

The moral of the story is that WE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CHOICES WE MAKE REGARDLESS OF HOW WE FEEL. We are not walking and talking emotions. We are human beings who are allowed to feel as we please. We will inevitably face the consequences of our actions and choices weather they be good or bad.

I also want to share with everyone that this life is a learning experience. Nothing in this life happens by chance. If we take a step back and look at the “theme” or lesson and learn from it we won’t have to repeat the lesson. Spirit has a way of putting an unlimited amount of people in our path with the same situation unless you learn from it and move beyond. Some of us are slower learners than others. I share this story with you so that maybe you will avoid yourself unnecessary grief. The girl in the story is I.

Yes I have bills to pay, but it’s painful when I have a client on the phone and I feel their strife.  

I understand that being alone is not always pleasant. Nobody will ever love you like you can love yourself. Take it from me, a recovering codependent. Being codependent is when you’re addicted to someone like a drug. It doesn’t matter what they do to you, you will always need them.

What is beautiful about a healthy real love is that you both make a choice to love one another. Yes, WHAT A SHOCKER! Love is a CHOICE.

I have heard countless say “I feel such a strong connection, it has to be right.” Those clients are the ones who are suffering the most because they are empathic.  In my younger years I thought that if I felt that connection it was meant to be. Little did I realize that I was psychic and a medium, I didn’t know that’s what I was because I had been that way my entire life so to me it was just normal. That’s what I was hard wired to do, make that connection. I heard people who were around me all the time talking about this super connection that feels right. The older I got, the more it grew, to include everyone. Just because you feel a strong connection to someone doesn’t mean, it’s meant to be. In fact that connection more often than not is used by Spirit to guide you to people you need to work out Karma with.

I hope everyone who reads this will take some time, in this crazy rushed world, to center yourself and reflect about the things that are going on around you and what role you play in it. You’d be surprised at the enlightenment one can gain from pausing for a brief moment and looking inward.

Yours Truly,

LuminousGudance

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Why do people waste their hard earned money?

        The intent of this blog is to be honest and raw. I’m really at a point in my life where I don’t feel I should have to make excuses or apologize for who I am. If I offend someone, well, too bad.  I don’t enforce my beliefs on anyone out of respect. I expect the same respect I give to others to be returned. You are the one making a paid call to me. Don’t you want to get the most for your money? Why then would you tell me how to be a psychic or a medium? Why would you tell me what I should or shouldn’t see? Are you a psychic or a medium; how dare you tell me how my gifts work! Why would you waste your hard earned money just to spread your own misery around? Have you no concept of “social norms”? I am truly baffled as to why someone would pay to degrade me and disrespect me. What have I done to you? You don’t know what it’s like to live my life, The price that I have paid for my gifts. If you are so convinced that I am coning you why do you call me? I got asked tonight why I charge. That’s outrageous! How am I supposed to carve out time to help people if I have another job?  This is certainly not the easiest path, but in the long run I will be better because of the people I helped. We live in a society that says “If it doesn’t feel good now it’s not worth it”. Well that’s a false, that’s called instant gratification and it last but a few moments.

        I guess I have to accept that some people just don’t get it. They don’t get how personal my job is. How emotional it is. It’s not like any other 9 to 5 job. It NEVER shuts off. I know what people are feeling and thinking EVERY damn second of every day. Do you know what that’s like? I actually feel the feelings of others. Do you know what world we are living in? Do you know how many people in this world are suffering and in pain? Are you so self centered and pathetic that you think you are the only one? Do you know what it’s like to literally feel the pain and suffering of others? I can’t shut it off and punch out at 5 like normal people. Don’t you see that my work is never done?

        A list of Don’ts when you call me will be provided below so that you don’t waste your money or my time that I could be using helping someone who wants to be helped and wants to hear the truth.

• Don’t call me intoxicated. It’s hard to read people when their thinking is impaired.
• Don’t call me to plot revenge or plot doing harm to others because my guides won’t have it and I’ll be shut off. I abide by a moral code and I don’t identify with lower entities that would be required to perform such a task.
• Don’t call me to play stump the psychic are you really that sad that you have nothing better to do?

• If you don’t want to know the truth, don’t call me.

• If you think I’m omnipotent don’t call me, that’s Spirit’s job.

        I am sorry to be so blunt and to the point but it needed to be said. To my clients whom treat me with respect I adore you really I do. I learn from you guys, you are a blessing to me as much as I am to you. Obviously this blog is not intended for those. I just had a really bad experience tonight with a new caller. Any comments or suggestions are welcome below.

        On a higher note the premonition I had with the curly haired cocker-poo came true. My family back east got one. I am psychically connected to that dog. It’s so funny I was playing with it in my dream and didn’t tell anyone over there about it, and it came to pass. I guess it’s just one of those little signs to let me know I’m on the right path.

Yours Truly,

LuminousGuidance

P.S. I give a piece of myself in every reading, so when you blatantly disrespect me, yes it’s personal.

I'd like to add that yes I work for my clients. However I am not anyone's minion. I deserve respect as a human being. When callers who call just to fight with someone or use someone as a punching bag call; i get inundated with there feelings of anger and hate and it deflects my focus. Often the people who leave those nasty feedbacks are people who stay on the phone with you for two minutes. Also when my clients ask questions there is more then yes or no to be said. Any given situation is complicated. When you want the "why" of the matter addressed or what people are feeling it's unrealistic for me to address that in 2 minutes. I'm a native of NJ so talking doesn't get much faster than that. I'm just at a loss for words..

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If they hurt me do they love me?

Well, I thought I’d write about something that I have wanted to write about for a long time, but just haven’t had the time to. What is love? With this blog I hope to answer a question I’m sure many of you have asked yourselves: If they hurt me do they love me?

The answer is Yes and No.

Yes the people who love us the most will hurt us sometimes. Why? : Because they are human. Sometimes the people who love us the most will hurt us, without intent, because they are HUMAN, like us! I remember during a really difficult time of crisis, a very close friend and mentor said something that hurt really bad when I was already hurting. She certainly didn’t mean to though, and it didn’t mean she loved me any less. I hope everyone understands that I am not condoning masochism. People who hurt you with intent and with malice don’t love you. Anyone who has ever really loved someone should know that. For example I grew up in a very dysfunctional home in where the people who were supposed to love me the most didn’t. They said they loved me but hurt me with intent. That’s not love. In fact love has to do more with actions and feelings then the words that come out of our mouths.

Love is the most freeing and liberating experience I think I have ever had in my life. It’s unconditional and unwavering. Sometimes when I look around in this world, I have to believe that when two people really love each other, no matter what type of relationship, it comes from outside of them. It’s like it’s a gift from spirit. It doesn’t come along everyday. It’s easy. I think my mentor put it best: “It’s like a home but a home you’ve never been to”. And true love is not only found in romantic relationships but relatives and friends too.  It just fits, it just works, and it’s easy, even when by all logical means it shouldn’t.  Love is like a little miracle, as cheesy as it may sound.

I found a really good definition in the Bible:

1 Corinthians

Love is long suffering, 
love is kind,
it is not jealous, 
love does not boast,
it is not inflated.

It is not discourteous,
it is not selfish,
it is not irritable,
it does not enumerate the evil.
It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth 
 

It covers all things,
it has faith for all things,
it hopes in all things,
it endures in all things.

Yours Truly,

Luminous Guidance

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Riptide Rush and Sign Language…

Well, surprise surprise I had another premonition. This I’m sure is going to happen or happened on the night I had the dream. I had a dream that I was on a smoke break in the back of a building. I saw white rock all around. I was atop something to. It wasn’t a regular office building. From it I could see a city nearby. I started to see squiggly lines in the air, which was my guide’s way of showing me there was a gas leak. This wasn’t on purpose, it was an accident. Soon a worker runs out and screams at me “Run it’s going to blow up.” So we began to run and he leaped of the edge of a platform. He was running with confidence like there was something below that would break his fall. I’m thinking water.  What breaks my heart is that there were others inside that were going to die. It was going to be quick like a tidal wave. Like they were dead before they even figured out what was going on. I feel like it’s on the east coast maybe. There has to be a city nearby. I had this dream Saturday night. I don’t want it to happen but I’m confidant it will. The number 3 might have something to do with it.  I’m writing it down to document it.

Also I figured out why Lisa’s* boss popped up in that second dream with Tanya and the bodega. It’s my guide’s way of showing me it’s related to someone at work. It maybe the girlfriend at my old job or the guy who beat her up that works there.  Either way I feel confidant that he will be apprehended to some degree. I just know it. That’s a surprise. I see way to many people get away with things they shouldn’t.

I love how my guides know exactly what to show me so that I get it. It’s like they use another from of sign language. I wonder how they know to do that. I guess they know me better than I know my self sometimes. I also have noticed recently that even though I am flawed tremendously, their guidance is crystal clear and almost perfect. They show me so much that I just wouldn’t know on my own because I am so removed. 

Yours Truly,

Victoria

If my bluntness and matter of fact approah bothers you I am sorry. I feel these things like they were happening to me everytime I dream them. I have to remove myself somewhat afterwards because with all the stuff I pick up on a daily basis I wouldn't be able to move. I'd be paralyzed with emotion.

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Tanya and the Bodega...

I just had another dream last night. Before I get into that I want to note that I was smelling Aqua Net hairspray when I woke up and my left arm felt warm in one spot. I wonder if anyone in her family got burnt with a curling iron. She told me to acknowledge that. I have to write it down because if not I’ll forget.

It was in referance to yesturdays dream logged.

So yes, I had another dream last night. I was black (female/21yr old) in the dream and lived with two sisters. This is this life. It’s definitely not a passed life thing. So I am watching what’s going on through the eyes of the victim. My boyfriend comes to see me, but He is strung out. I mean this guy must be on something new because he made steroid rage look tame. He was angry to a point where I almost didn’t think was possible. Everything I did to try and appease him made him even more angry. He wasn’t making sense at all. One minute he was calm the next he was out of his mind. My boyfriend was absolutely nuts no doubt about it, he was out of his gourd.  I tried calling the cops but I don’t know if I got to complete the call. He barged his way into the apartment. I don’t think my sister’s were home.  The next thing I know I’m on the floor of a grocery store. Not like a major chain. Like one of those “bodegas”? My face is cut up. He didn’t beat me it was like he slashed me. My face was slashed. I was lying there dying. My little sister said to me “Tanya don’t go.”. That’s the last thing I remember in the dream.

I didn’t change the above name because I don’t know the people in the dream.  Anywho … I and Lisa’s* old boss keeps popping into my dreams. Hope this isn’t related to anybody there. Why does he keep popping up in them? Don’t know what to make of it.

Gosh I’m tired!!! Not enough of me to go around. I have to start logging my stuff so why not here.

*Name was changed for privacy.

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A dream and the girl in the mirror...

This is definitely a spontaneous blog to say the least. I had another premonition last night. I was in a hospital. I saw an older lady with white hair, she had surgery recently. I saw bedsores and dehydration. She was getting ready to cross over. I saw Paul* an old boss of mine in a waiting area. Maybe He’ll be there or maybe it was my guide’s way of showing me that the passing would be a relative of someone with whom I worked with at that job. So when I awoke, I sent a text message to Lisa*. It read the following:

“Omg I forgot I owe you 20 bucks. How is everyone?”

Lisa’s text back FLOORED me:

“At the hospital with my mom. She will probably go today.”

I then texted her back. I told her if she needed anything to let me know, I was only a phone call away and not to hesitate. Sometimes I am shocked at the things I pick up because I am so removed from the situation for some reason or another that there is no way that I could of drawn a conclusion or “called it” so to speak. I sometimes think I have the gifts I do as confirmation not only for others, but for myself.  Without them I might be a “Doubting Thomas” or a skeptic because I can be so logical at times.

I had a dream last night that I was looking at myself in the mirror but I was in the 3^rd grade. I was such a pretty little girl, although I saw quite the opposite then. I was so special and beautiful. There was no excuse for the cruelty that was inflicted on me by my own parents. I didn’t need to be “fixed”. I was so beautiful as I was. My gifts weren’t a curse, they were meant to one day be shared with the world. It shouldn’t hurt to be a child. They wanted to “fix” me so badly because I was too smart. I knew that they were dysfunctional even at the tender age of nine. That I would “out” them and it wasn’t right. I shouldn’t of known the things I did and have spoken of the things I did. I was too sensitive and it needed too be fixed. My oh my, I am ever so thankful that I broke the cycle single handedly. There is no doubt in my mind that I should’ve been loved and cherished. That little girl in the mirror was so beautiful and she didn’t need to be “fixed”.

Yours Truly,

Luminous Guidance

*All names have been changed for privacy reasons.

A premonition of the past... / Is it scary working with dead people?

I hope to do two things with this blog. I hope to give you a glimpse into my world and answer a popular question people ask me all the time.

I had a premonition of the past in a dream. I heard my mother contemplating aborting me.I spoke with her and said “How could you do this?” “Every time I give you a chance to rectify how you’ve screwed up you get even deeper into Karmic debt.” “I don’t know how to get rid of you, you never learn” “Forget about you wanting me, I don’t want you.” “I want to let you go” In the dream I saw a cross. A patriarchal cross to be exact, that I still wear this day as protection and a reminder of Christ ultimate sacrifice. I don’t know what it means or why they (my guides) were showing it to me.  I think it was my dad’s. Anyways…they also showed me a key with a tag with one of my mother’s best friends name written on the tag. I don’t know who my dad is and they were showing me to ask her. I already interrogated her and she didn’t seem too eager to help. I wish she would just stop being so symbolical and cut straight to the chase. Those of you who are advisors can relate.

People ask me all the time if working with dead people is weird or scary. I’d like to answer on my blog so that maybe you could get a clearer picture, not on your dime.

Maybe because I have such a close relationship with death (being a medium) that I don’t have a “status quote” perception. I see death as a beautiful thing. It’s beautiful because although it’s an ending of this life, it’s a beautiful beginning to another stage. A place where there is no physical pain or emotional pain. A place where true wholeness can be attained, as opposed to the transitory worldly things we try to fill our lives with here.

It’s quite glorious actually. The stuff I see on TV or in Horror Films is gory and gruesome. In fact I try and stay away from those things because I swear to you, I’ll sleep with the lights on for days! They don’t look anything like that. My mom actually looks way better now then she did when she was here. She really looks beautiful, as opposed to the murkiness of toils and strife that were reflected in her appearance when she was here.

So no it’s not scary. It’s really comforting to know that this isn’t all that there is. Thank goodness! My knowingness of this is reflected in the way I live. People often tell me it takes a lot to get me mad. It does. You see 80% of the things we fight about here don’t really matter. We are here for a blink of an eye. It’s really not that long, you see. So why work up a nerve, when in the end it’s not going to matter. When people wrong me, it’s not really that I’m being all super wise and Jesus-like. I just simply don’t care. I’d rather spend my life here doing so many other things, than have an aneurism resulting from a cuss fest with someone.

So you see it’s wonderful and I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. No matter how bad I got made fun of when I was a kid for being different. I wouldn’t give this up to belong. Not belonging is a small price to pay. I couldn’t see why then, but now I see. In God we don’t always get what we want, but we always get what we need. I promise you 100%, when it really matters, he gives us the best (which is even better than what we originally wanted), when we were ready to settle for less. He knows us by the very hairs on our head, he made us. He knows us intimately, more than we know ourselves. He knows what we need even when we don’t.

Yours Truly,

Luminous Guidance

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How to get the most out of your reading!

When clients and advisors collide...

A recent event with a client inspired me to write this blog.  I was perusing the net and found an interview with Allison Dubois. I’m a fan of hers more than others because I can relate to “the dreams” on the show Medium. As a child that’s how I got a ton of premonitions, when I would dream. Allison was discussing a reading that she did for a woman who came to see her about career choices. As soon as Allison began the reading a child that had passed was coming through. Allison told the woman “he wants you to know that he’s beautiful now”. The woman responded “He never was, he was autistic…I came about my career, that’s what I’m paying you for.” Allison replied “But he wants you to know that now he is beautiful.” She later explained how it was frustrating because she felt her client was missing the point. She later explained how Psychics and Mediums are people too. We have personalities that sometimes clash with others (Paraphrasing).

I agree whole heartedly with those statements.

On another note…

I’d like to add that my cards in and of themselves don’t have any special qualities. They are merely pieces of paper with pictures on them. I don’t use them a lot of the time because I have other ways that stuff comes through. They are simply a tool that I use to aide the communication between my guides and I. If it were simply a matter of cards, then tarot cards would be really expensive and in high demand. I feel blessed and thankful everyday because I do realize that it’s something that you can’t buy making it priceless and precious. Even though this path is definitely less traveled and certainly not the easiest; I’m rewarded by knowing that I have a special gift to make a positive difference in the lives of my fellow man.

Very Human,

LuminousGuidance

Very human, although for awhile in my adolescence I felt like a freak science experiment gone wrong. I just wanted to be like everyone else! :)

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In the still of the night...

It's 3:45Am.....and I have just been awoken by the crash of a bag of beer cans. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Last night I awoke around the same time to the sound of two inebriated idiots and someone high out of their mind. I wouldn't be so ticked off if i didn't know last night was probably the last night of my "vacation" from my guides. They gave me a break for a little while from my dreams and travel so I could get some real sleep. This morning when my roommates came in I was having a dream right before they marched through the door.

I had a dream that I was talking to Kate (most likely in astral travel) and I said "where are the boys its very late". She replies " I don’t know...your right it is late." Then I passed by Karl’s bedroom I see the lights on ....I was expecting to see him and a woman...but the bed was empty. Just then I wake up to the symphony of beer cans in E minor!

And yesterday night I astral traveled ( I remember the leaving part, not the coming back though). So as my physical body lay paralyzed (which by the way is a lot more heavier than my spirit, its hard to get out sometimes) I stepped out on the "spiritual dance floor". I saw a man sitting in the chair next to my bed. I also woke up with the sensation that someone slept with me last night or was watching me sleep. I'm so curious to know who this man is. I don’t think he's from this property or a stranger, I feel like I know him, as funny as that may sound.

It was a nice vacation while it lasted!

                                                                        Yours Truly,

                                                                         Luminous Guidance

*** Names are always changed for privacy!

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