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My greatest intentions for building Beautiful Souls include to:
- Help All who desire to awaken will experience personal spiritual growth, empowerment and healing.
- serves as a sanctuary for the mind, body and spirit. It is a place where we can re-energize our cellular memories of our 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.
As a Scorpio, the “why” of everything has always been the knowledge I most sought. Face value holds little value for me. The depths are where I aim when diving into, well, anything.
Only when we dive into the details, the underbelly and the nuts of things, will we be able to discover the truth.
The two truths that most matter to me are: Where did we come from? And where are we going after our deaths?
However, these truths were more important to my after.
How I became the psychic medium
My Mom, Patricia B. Carter was killed by medical negligence on January 5, 1997. She presented to the ER on that morning. A staff member pulled the wrong records, and my mom was treated based upon a completely different medical history. Erroneously applied procedures and medications induced her fatal heart attack.
Perhaps the attending cardiologist would have recognized my mom from his private practice and gotten to her faster than the 18 minutes he documented…
She only had 61.
Patricia B. Carter 1936-1997
Our family was not religious or spiritual so I didn’t subscribe to any particular doctrine about what happens after death. Back then, the only thing I believed was that my body would be wrapped in excruciating pain.
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.
Over the next couple years I spent more than fifteen thousand dollars on readings with any psychic, spirit medium, clairvoyant, tarot card reader, medical intuitive, channeler, spiritual counselor, etc. None of them appeared to be credible.
The books and CD’s I bought could fill a New Age store, I never missed an episode of Crossing Over with John Edward and lemme’ tell ya, there are more psychic fairs and metaphysical expos in this country than one could shake a smudge stick at.
In all my travels, there were definitely intuitives who connected with my mom. And others who were connected only to presidents – specifically those who appear on 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”. To which I always responded, “Baloney.”
I woke up feeling tired and depressed, to the point that I believed I was dying. Then I realized, “OK. You know, there’s some truth behind all this boogedy-boogedy stuff.” Don’t be a schmuck. You might be able to make a connection with your mom.
So I decided to enroll in a class on psychic development.
This is when The woo-woo really became.
My teacher was the incomparable Rev. Maureen Eslick, Woodland Hills, Ca was my teacher at Harmony Grove Spiritualist Association.
The first day of psychic experiences stunned me. They convinced me there’s life after death and everyone is a psychic Medium. Further, I realized my purpose in living.
Rev. Maureen began class with a meditation. I hadn’t meditated before, but it felt like concentrating. So that’s what I did.
It felt as if I had been drugged. I didn’t realize I was in an altered mental state.
She then handed each of us a trinket, and casually stated, “See what results you get from these.” I didn’t know she was trying to test our psychometry skills.
In a flash, I was sobbing and repeating over and over that it was love. I love him so much. He is so dear to me. There is so much love.”
In no time, my sobs transformed into a steady stream thought-provoking thoughts. I had no idea I was channeling.
“She wants you all to know that she will attend this weekend. She says it’s special and she will be there with you to celebrate it.” I said this in a tone that was not mine.
The episode ended just as quickly as it started.
My breathing became slower, my tears stopped, and I felt limp.
I was aware that other students were looking at me, slack jawed, and still as…death.
Rev. Maureen calmly replied, “That box belonged in the end to my mother-inlaw, who died last summer.” My husband and she share a birthday. It’s Saturday. We’re having a party.”
For the next week, I spoke little.
After I made my decision, Rev. Maureen called me when I’d made my decision. She said that she would be a professional medium. She wants to help people connect with their loved ones, friends, or pets who’ve died.
And so I am.
You see, no matter how absurd the old saying “If I can just one person help”, I don’t want anyone else to experience the same level of anguish and despair that I experienced when it became clear to me that my mom had died and that my mom’s love was not available anymore.
This is what drives me to do what 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 not have been able (hopefully) to help others find peace and healing in their grief and loss if she had not left us at 61.
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Love, 