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My highest intentions for creating Building Beautiful Souls are to;
- help facilitate personal spiritual growth, empowerment, and healing for all who wish to awaken
- serve as a mind, body, spirit sanctuary, a place to re-energize and hold strong to the cellular memory of our own divinity.
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My personal story
I’m a professional psychic medium and tarot reader , lover of puns and exclamation points!
Like you, I’m a seeker.
Scorpions have always sought the “why” behind everything. Face value holds little value for me. When diving into anything, I look to the depths.
It’s only when we get down the nitty gritty, the underbelly of things, can we really know the truth.
The two truths that most matter to me are: Where did we come from? And where are we going after our deaths?
These truths became more important to me later…
How I became a psychic medium
My Mom, Patricia B. Carter was killed by medical negligence, resulting in her wrongful Death. She was brought to the ER by a staff member of the hospital. The wrong records were pulled and my mom was given treatment based on a stranger’s medical history. She died from complications resulting from incorrectly administered medications and procedures.
Maybe if my mom had been recognized by the attending cardiologist as his patient from private practice, he might have gotten to her bed earlier than the 18 minutes documented…
She had only been 61 years old.
Patricia B. Carter 1936-1997
I was not raised in a religious, spiritual or spiritual family. Therefore, I didn’t believe in any particular doctrine that would explain what happens after death. My only belief was in the excruciating pain that would cocoon every part of my body.
After attending a wide variety of church ceremonies in an effort to find out what happened to “her”, the only thing I knew for sure was that my mom was still ‘out there’…somewhere…and I was going to find her – whatever it took.
In the following years, I spent over fifteen thousand dollars for readings with psychics, spirit mediums, clairvoyants, tarot reader, medical intuitive, channeler and spiritual counselors. None appeared to be credible.
The CD’s and books I purchased could easily fill a New Age bookstore. I also never missed an episode on Crossing Over with John Edward. And, let’s just say, there are more psychic fairs here than you can shake a stick at.
There were intuitives that connected with my mom in all of my travels. Other intuitives who connected with my mom only through presidents – preferably those who are legal tender.
The only consistent message I got from the clairvoyants was that I was “a very gifted psychic and would work in the field one day”. I always replied, “Baloney.”
One morning, tired and depressed to the very depths of my soul, I thought to me, “OK. Look, you know there is some truth in all this boogedyboogedy stuff’.” Don’t be a schmuck. See if you can connect to your mom yourself.”
I decided to sign up for a psychic training class.
That’s when got real.
My teacher was the amazing Rev. Maureen Eslick (of Woodland Hills, Ca) was my teacher at Harmony Grove Spiritualist Association.
I was shocked by the first day of psychic experiences. They also convinced I there is always life after death . Every single person is a psychic channel. I was also able to see clearly my purpose for life.
Rev. Maureen opened the class with a meditation. I’d never meditated before but I figured it was just like concentrating so that’s what I did.
It felt like I had been drugged when she “woke us up”. I had no idea that I was in an altered condition of consciousness .
She then gave each of the three of us a trinket. I had no idea that she was testing our psychological skills.
I was crying and saying, “It’s Love” in a matter of seconds. I love him so much. He’s my best friend. There’s just so much love.”
The sobs soon turned into a constant stream of thoughts. I had no idea I was channeling.
She wants you to know that she will be there this weekend. She said it was a special occasion and that she would be there to celebrate with you and the husband.”
The episode finished just as fast as it began.
My breathing was slow, my tears stopped and I felt limp.
I finally realized that the other students were looking at me, slack jawed, and still as…death.
Rev. Rev. She and my husband share the same birthday. It’s this Saturday. We are throwing a party.
For the next week, I spoke little.
Rev. Maureen spoke to me when I had made my decision. She said that she would become a professional psychic medium.
And so I am.
As absurd as the old “If I can help only one person ” line might sound, I never want anyone experiencing the same kind of despair and anguish that I experienced when my mom died and I didn’t have her love anymore.
This is why I do the things I do.
Only those who read this far will ever know that my sites BuildingBeautifulSouls.com and WhatIsMySpiritAnimal.com are dedicated to mom. I would have never been able help people grieve and heal if my mom had not passed away at just 61.
If I may be of service to you, please reach out . I personally return all emails.
Love, 