HER HUSBAND - THE BEER MUG MAN

It was the first time Claire had ever come to see me and contrary to her stylish business outfit the tall and beautiful 25 year old looked rather nervous and somewhat out of sorts. She handed me a Karma Birthday gift voucher which her best friend had purchased for her and it was then I realised she felt obligated to have the session with me.

I wished her a happy birthday, offered her a cup of coffee and then gently eased her into the session by explaining the parameters in which my Guides and I work within, well mostly anyway ... I didn’t want her bolting for the door and screaming down the passage in a panic.

Once I started she seemed to settle down quite nicely and was very impressed and intrigued with the accuracy of my Guide’s information, until it came to the topic of her love life. Here she physically baulked at my prediction, sitting way back in the chair and smoothing out her tailored pencil skirt she immediately crossed her legs and stubbornly said, “Karma, my father was a down-and-out drunk, and I can assure you that I will NEVER EVER marry a drinker, e-v-e-r! I am in a stable and happy relationship and he doesn’t drink at all, or have any ‘beer mugs’ around him! I love him to bits, and we’re currently working towards setting a date for our engagement.”

I explained to her that she might be misunderstanding me, and then this time, more slowly, I went through the images I was receiving about the man she was going to marry. The Guides were clearly showing me that she was definitely going to marry a man who had literally hundreds of beer mugs around him. I saw different country’s flags and different shapes associated to these beer mugs. The man came across as considerate and loving, which didn’t make sense to me as most alcoholics are self absorbed, and I told her that! I felt he was within six years older than her and the letter M and the number 3 was of major importance.

We had a few minutes left and I went on to another topic. Claire was gracious upon leaving and felt very confident with most of the reading (besides the relationship prediction); she thanked me and wished me well.

Follow Up:

Claire contacted me four years after our session and shared this with me.

“Within a short while - about a year - after I came to see you almost everything came true on your reading, except for the relationship information. Anthony and I continued to be together and even set our engagement AND marriage date. I was over the moon with happiness, and I couldn’t believe that life could get any better. Then after a year of being engaged, and just seven weeks before my wedding day, I found out that Anthony and his sales assistant were having an affair on the side. I was totally devastated and called off the wedding then and there. The stupid idiot even tried to justify the affair by saying that it was only a sexual thing and nothing else! Like that’s going to do it for me?!

Anyway after all the embarrassment of contacting the wedding guests, facing my family, and explaining to his parents that their son was a jerk (I used stronger words), and losing a lot of money on all the deposits, I swore off any type of serious dating for over a year.

Getting on with my life and working hard (yes, in the specific career you told me about); within myself I was battling to come to terms with the “unpredictable” flow of life. My friends were my rock through all of this, but were increasingly getting concerned about my ease and comfort with my new hermit-type life style. One night I agreed to meet up with them in a restaurant for a ladies night out. In my mind I had already decided to only have one drink, a quick meal and to leave early. But that didn’t happen...

... Somehow within the vibe of great friendship and good music, and of course Dutch courage from the first tequila, I started enjoying myself. Really enjoying myself! So much so that just after midnight I was on about my eighth drink and heavily flirting with the restaurant owner. From then on it is a bit of a blur, and embarrassing ... to say the least. I was told the next day that I apparently told them all to go home and to leave me with my newly discovered ‘love of my life’. They all had jobs to go to in the morning (so did I, but I didn’t manage to get there), and my one friend knew the owner quite well, and all of them (in their semi-intoxicated state) felt it was okay for me to have a good time. The owner apparently had told them he’d drive me home.

What I remember next is not pretty. I woke up feeling sure that I’d been mowed down by a tractor, but worse than this I didn’t recognise the bed or the room I was in. Totally scared and confused I stumbled into the adjoining bathroom and saw the horror looking back at me from the mirror. I quickly drank some water and splashed my mascara run face. A man’s voice trailed in from the bedroom and asked me how I would like my coffee and also enquired if I was alright. When I turned to walk back into the bedroom I saw that it was the same man from last night. I couldn’t even remember his name! Thank god I had all my clothes on; this made this very awkward situation ‘slightly’ easier. He explained that ‘nothing had happened’, and that about a half an hour after my friends had left he locked up the restaurant, and brought me back to his place because I was incoherent and couldn’t even properly explain to him where I lived. Needless to say, I drank the coffee quickly as he took a shower to get ready for work. My car was still in the parking lot when we got there, I politely mumbled some sort of thanks, and drove off homeward bound (probably still legally over the limit).

For weeks thereafter he bugged my one friend to get my number, but I had told her that it had been a big mistake on my part and that I would never forgive her if she gave it to him. I remember her asking me if in fact I ‘did’ like him on that night. I clearly remember replying, “Yes, but that’s got nothing to do with it.”

A week later at work I received a huge box of chocolates wrapped in a white ribbon, with no accompanying card. When I opened the box, one chocolate was missing from the top tray and in its place was a tiny folded piece of paper (like that of a Chinese fortune cookie) and it read: “If you ever feel that there’s something missing in your life – call this number 064 3299 7308 and ask for Malcolm – I can promise you lunch – but no tequila, we’re still out of stock!”

It took me two weeks to build up the courage (no tequila this time) and I met him at his restaurant for lunch, first to apologise for my bad behaviour on the night in question and secondly to see if I still found him cute. He was quite the gentleman in accepting my apology, and yes... I still found him cute. We started off slow, a few text messages here and there, some light lunches and some steamy phone calls. I was starting to really fall for him and after about a month he invited me to his home for a barbeque with some of his friends. This time I made sure I was on my best behaviour! I pushed his doorbell and when he opened his front-door I couldn’t believe what I was seeing... row upon row of varying beer mugs stacked along shelves on either side of the entrance passage. He said his father was an avid collector of beer mugs from all across the globe. His father had passed on two years earlier. I have no recollection of seeing these beer mugs on my hasty exit from his place on that dreadful morning, months back.

I put your guide’s information of the beer mugs and the other bits out of my mind as I truly (this time around) wanted to get to know him, without any ‘prejudices’ or ‘preconceptions’. What a gorgeous man he is, and yes he is loving and considerate, and he is older than me by 6 months, and he is the M in Malcolm, and we got married in March (the number 3 - third month).

Thank you Karma, I still haven’t quite figured out how you or your guides do it? But I’ve resigned myself to believe that there is a little bit of ‘magic’ out there, and some people just have more access to it than others. You make me believe ... and that’s a good thing!”

THE MAN WHO REFUSED TO CHANGE

I consider myself to be very fortunate as I have a huge variety of clients that I would probably not have come into contact with if it wasn’t for the kind of work that I do. These people are from all walks of life and vary in race, religion and culture. It also includes some of the world’s most affluent in wealth, power, politics, leadership and entertainment. A few are even criminals behind bars - some whom are innocent of their crimes and some who are not. And then there are some who are guilty but walk through life free...  having managed to escape the jailhouse lock-and-key. Through the decades, my intimate exposure to all kinds of people has enabled me to grow in ways I’d never have thought possible, and I am thankful for this, even when at times it has been excruciatingly difficult for me, perhaps even tormenting. The following story in “Memoirs of a Psychic” is one of these chronicles...

Life was good! The sun was shining and the client which had just left my office was a real joy to help. I checked the name of my next client in my diary, and called Michael in.

A nice looking middle-aged man stood up from the waiting area and walked into my office. As he came towards me I offered to shake his hand and introduce myself but I noticed that he quickly averted his eyes and instead hesitantly pulled out the chair to sit down. Every instinct in my soul told me something was really wrong! I sat down and looked at him. Once again he resisted looking at me and instead was looking into his top shirt pocket and fiddling with what appeared to be a pack of smokes and a lighter. Running on instinct and confidence (at this time I felt more puzzled than anything else) I decided to ‘wait-him-out’ to see what happened. A few very l-o-n-g seconds later he eventually looked at me and asked me if it was okay for him to smoke. I told him to go ahead, and even asked him if he’d like one of mine. He quickly replied no, and went on to explain that he didn’t like to touch other people’s stuff as he suffered from a germ-phobia, and that I was not to take it personally. In my mind at this moment some things started to make sense - his somewhat unusual behaviour - but I still didn’t feel that his phobia answered everything that I was starting to feel. I also wondered why he’d touched the top of the chair to pull it out, if his germ-phobia was so acute. But I let this thought go as it was time to start the session.

As I do with all my new clients, I briefed him on my parameters of my readings and explained to him what he could realistically expect, and of course - what he could not expect. Already smoking his second cigarette he seemed now a little more at ease and told me to go ahead. It was then that from the corner of my eye I saw him suddenly drop his left hand beneath my desk...

The next thing I found myself lying face down on my office floor, underneath my desk... my ears still ringing loudly from the deafening gunshot I’d just heard. I was in shock and scared stiff. I could still see his brown well polished shoes peeking from under the other side of the desk and remembered thinking, “OMG he’s still here, only a very  small distance away, with a gun...”.  Then I noticed the most perplexing thing, from under the table I saw that my two dogs were still sleeping on their floor mats - UNDISTURBED! Something was wrong – very, very wrong! It was only then that I ‘clicked’ what had happened.

I promptly got up from the cold floor, ignoring my toppled over chair and walked around to where Michael was still sitting (he was white as a sheet, but I guess... I was even paler), and boldly asked him if he’d recently been shot, within the last month or so. He was not comfortable with the fact that I stood as close as I did, but I didn’t care. I wanted his answer. He appeared a little shaken up by my unflinching and brazen approach, but quietly replied, “Yes.”  

No matter how timid his demeanour was towards me, I could clearly see that he was a bully and terrified everyone to get his own way. I walked back to my side of the desk, picked up my chair, sat down and lit a cigarette. The images I started receiving came at lightning speed and I had to work really hard to slow them down and make some sense of them. The first one was that of someone’s arm awkwardly holding a gun against Michael’s stomach and then firing of one round. I could not see the face of the shooter but instead kept feeling the awkwardness of the arm. The second image was of an early to mid-thirties dark haired woman who seemed panicked and afraid of him. The third image was blurring into the next - a police vehicle and a forceful legal piece of paper.

I asked him to be patient as I pulled on my Tarot cards to get some extra information from my Guides. They showed me that the person whom had shot him - was he himself! They also showed that he was besotted with a woman but in a frighteningly obsessive and controlling way, and that she was absolutely petrified of him. There was also a link to this woman and her/their child. Legal documents were going to be filed (or had already been filed) against him to stop him from contacting her and the child. The Guides also gave me some more insight into Michael’s character, strongly indicating that he was persistent and obsessive in EVERYTHING, and most times right until to the bitter end, i.e. he could never let go of things!

My head was spinning after receiving all of this information. I sat back in my chair, took a deep breath and finally said, “Michael, I have received a lot of information but before I share it with you, I’d like to pass on some advice. Are you okay with that?”

Some of the colour had returned to his face and I think he was on about his sixth smoke by then, and he replied without hesitating, “Sure.”

I clearly explained to him that my Guides were indicating he should get a grip on his own self-importance (his ego), and to learn to empathise as this builds tremendous inner strength. I also told him that should he not do this he would indeed then have a very hard road ahead of him... an almost impossible one. He abruptly stood up, lifted his shirt and showed off his bandaged abdomen, then spat out, “The bitch did THIS to me!”

I told him to sit down and to listen to me carefully. The first thing I told him was that he was lying, “She didn’t shoot you Michael; you shot yourself in a fake suicide attempt to manipulate her to come back to you. So let’s call a spade a spade shall we?” I then ran through all the images I’d received which he confirmed were correct, and then he began to explain that his girlfriend and her daughter had left him two years ago and he refused to believe that she wasn’t coming back. A restraining order had been granted but to date it hadn’t assisted in her safety or privacy nor had it curbed his obsessive and controlling behaviour towards her. It was nearing the end of the session and I was exhausted, but curious to know something, so I asked him, “So, why did you come to see me?”

He replied matter-of-fact, “I wanted to know if she was ever coming back to me?”

I answered his question very clearly, “You have broken every bit of trust she may have had in you. The Guides do not indicate any form of reconciliation.” I then looked down at my desk for a long time, eventually looked back up at him, and then slowly added, “They are telling me that you may still be adamant to somehow try and force her to come back to you, and if you do... this last attempt will be in your disfavour.”

Feedback:

About two weeks later I heard that Michael had swallowed a high dose of rat poison and was found by a neighbour in the communal laundry section of his complex, writhing with pain on the floor and holding unto a suicide note in which he (once again) used bullying and manipulative words to try to get his girlfriend back. He was admitted to a mental institution for examination and tests, and the results showed ‘undetermined diagnoses with the possibility that he may by miscalculation present a threat to himself’. He was released one week later.

In my opinion Michael was a smaller threat to himself compared to the much bigger threat he imposed on other people’s well-being. He was a manipulative attention seeker and used his bogus suicide attempts to try and build an audience of sympathisers to fuel his own ego and self-worth. If he was serious about killing himself he would never have shot himself in the stomach - but rather in the head, and secondly he would never have swallowed rat poison in a communal area - but rather some other fast acting drug in the privacy of inside his home. I found him to be highly self-absorbed, totally controlling, extremely manipulative and incredibly smart. But sadly enough... not smart enough to work on his all consuming ego, the only thing holding him back from living a fulfilling life.

I have never heard from him since and was told by his neighbour’s sister that he had moved away from the complex.

THE POOR LOTTERY WINNER

“Karma you told me two and an half years ago that my father was going to pass over within a couple of years - he was not ill at the time - but that there would be NO money coming from this, even though I had a copy of his will which made me the primary beneficiary of over R8 million. We had run out of time - unfortunately I had only booked a 30 minute phone session with you last time - and just as we ended you did add that you saw a quick glimpse of big money coming for me at a much later stage. Please could you re-look at this topic to see if this is in fact still coming or if my destiny has changed? By the way, you were correct, I didn’t get much from my father when he passed over - he developed rapid Alzheimer’s disease – and my brother became his legal guardian towards the end and somehow he got my father’s will to favour him as the primary beneficiary.”

I told Lori that I didn’t remember our initial phone session, but that I would do a full session on her now to see what the Guides had to show. They quickly linked into a something minor that had just happened the day before, and after this ‘confirmation’ of my Guide’s presence I knew that I could move forward with the reading.

The very first topic that was highlighted was a negative legal money story. I told her that any form of legal disputes she may have with her brother over their father’s will would prove to be fruitless as I saw another female who would back his so-say ‘good name’. Lori argued a bit by saying (although she didn’t tell me in the beginning) that she is currently suing her brother for at least half of the estate. She believed that by being ‘fair’ and only asking for half of what she was initially promised by her father that her brother would agree to her request. I asked her if she knew who the female is that could be his supporter in this dispute, she said she couldn’t think of anyone that would take his side against her, and she added that it definitely wasn’t his ex-wife as the two of them still hated one another.

I then saw a very large sum of money with lightening speed and surprise coming her way, but it was not linked at all to her father’s will! I let the jolting images run through me and started seeing utter joy, celebrations and a shiny new top brand car that she would purchase. At this time Lori was driving a 16 year old beat up car that went forward only with a kick and a shove and on a wing and a prayer. I got further very soft images, almost indistinguishable of a very small piece of paper (much smaller than then a normal A4 sheet) and got dozens of misty numbers thrown at me. It was then that I realised it had to be a Lottery ticket win. Immediately thereafter I started feeling woozy and ill. I excused myself from my office and went to pour myself a glass of water. When I got back I could see that she was really puzzled, even though I hadn’t told her the images I was receiving, she could clearly see that my facial expressions had gone from being excited right down to absolute trepidation.

I sat back in my chair, pushed my notes aside and re-briefed her on me and my Guides’ limitations making it very clear that she may stop me at any time during the session, and that she has complete free will at all times and that not all the time are my interpretations of images correct. I remember her laughing at me (probably out of nervousness) and saying something like, “Karma you’ve always been spot-on, even when I don’t initially agree with you. So, tell me what you saw?”

I told her that I would, I just wanted to shuffle and pull some Tarot cards for confirmation. This took me a few extra minutes, but the Guides made it very clear that what they had just given me through images was the exact same as what they were giving me through the cards. “Right,” I said looking directly into her eyes, “if my interpretation is correct, this is what they are showing. You are going to have a major win on a Lottery ticket, there’s a strong number four associated to this, I guess this to be the amount or the timing, and initially this is going to be awesome for you! There’s a lot of joy and celebration around this, even a new fancy car for you!” I then kept quiet, waiting for her to digest this first bit of information.

It didn’t take her long and her very first words out to me were, “What do you mean by “initially?”. I went on to tell her that I’d seen that not too long after this win that she would lose this money to three men, and that these three men were somehow connected.  She moved towards me, stretched out her hand to shake mine and smilingly said, “Karma, I take that as a warning that when OR if I do win the Lottery I will NOT lose it to anyone!” I smiled back and quipped in jest that she’d better send me a dozen yellow roses if OR when she wins! She laughed and promised me that she’d send me TWO dozen!

Follow Up:

Twenty months later I found a single yellow rose sticking out of post box with a note attached saying: “Hi Karma, I was in the neighbourhood, misplaced your phone number, need to see you. Lori”

I phoned her and set up a 30 minute session for the same afternoon. She pitched up in a grand silver Mercedes and although I recognised her face, I didn’t have a recollection that she was ‘the Lottery winner client’.

As we sat down she pointed to the lovely yellow rose I’d placed in a slim glass holder with water, and hauntingly said, “Karma, one rose is better than none.” I didn’t know what she meant by this at that moment. I remember her face was taught with anguish, and the sadness in her soul showed through her eyes. It was only then that I sort of clicked to who she was. I asked her to first explain the images I had given her, and then to move on to what had happened. She gave me all the information as I have described here, then went on to explain the ‘loss to three men’.

“When I left you last time Karma, I felt so relieved, almost as if for the first time in my life “I” had control over things. And I remember on the way back home thanking my angels for their protection and guidance. I usually played Lotto twice a week – this was before the Powerball game was introduced – and I continued with my regular pattern, not spending a cent more, knowing that if its meant to be, it will happen.

“Five months after seeing you I won the Lotto jackpot of R4,2 million on a quick-pick ticket, not even my own selected numbers. You were right I was over the moon! I couldn’t believe it. I recalled you saying that I might lose it to three men that were somehow ‘connected’, and the first thing that ran through my mind was my husband and his two male business partners, as their business was battling at the time. The Lottery Board and their consultants really helped with some good advice. I felt that in my case I would wait six months before deciding exactly what to do with the money and how exactly I should invest it for long term prosperity and security. Funny enough my husband never once pressurised me in any way, in fact he was delighted ‘for us’ but was far more concerned about making bigger and better deals in his own business. The only thing I initially spent some money on was on a new car for myself.

“After the six months wait and see period I felt confident enough to make some major decisions regarding the money, and besides this I was shocked to see the tax man take his share of the interest just because my money was sitting in the bank. I had done some homework on my daughter’s idea of investing in her new business in New Zealand, which was linked to a South African sponsorship initiative at that time. The returns on this were comfortably estimated at more than three times that which a South African bank could offer me. The amount I invested was nearly three quarters of my win, and in addition I purchased airplane tickets to New Zealand to visit my daughter and tour the country. I was very excited with these prospects and opportunities. The remaining quarter of the money I split between my two sons; the youngest to complete his extensive studies, and the eldest to help ‘buy’ him out of his failing marriage.

“Due to the laws at the time my investment in my daughter’s company had to go through a New Zealand citizen and not through a New Zealand resident. So to ease the process of my investment I had to transfer the money to her husband’s name and use his account. It was not long thereafter that he was caught misusing the funds and soon he and my daughter split up. I never got to visit the country and my daughter is back in South Africa. With regards to the much smaller amounts I loaned my two sons, I don’t think I’ll get those monies back soon. So yes, you were right; I did lose my winnings to three men that were somehow ‘connected’ - my two sons and my one son-in-law.”

I was a little curious as to why she didn’t have my phone number – as it is listed on all my notes. She simply said that after she’d lost all her winnings, she tore them up in a weak moment of self pity.

Lori continued to be a client of mine for many years to come and years later she and her husband immigrated to Australia. She never did receive any additional inheritance money from her father’s will, and the ‘other female’ who supported her brother’s claim for the new will to be legally binding, was his and Lori’s paternal half sister (who was also excluded in the new will) but who apparently received a small property in lieu of her testimony in his favour.

To date, neither of Lori’s sons have paid back their loans and there was no return on her off-shore business investment in New Zealand as her ex son-in-law wasted all the funds by side-tracking them into his numerous poorly run sports & outdoors ventures which have since closed down.

FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE - “STASH THE CASH!”

“I feel a man who has passed over is trying to tell you something that is important. He’s not that old - maybe in his late forties. Let’s just wait for a few moments while I try and get some information from him, he’s really pushing me.” I waited awhile with my eyes cast down and then I received some more images.

“He’s indicating that the two of you were connected BUT that the both of you never really got on that well in life. He’s also showing me a female with very short hair and a lovely smile, but that smile ends in tears, and I see her standing at a coffin. An overweight man is lying in this coffin, and yes it’s him, the same man who has come through to me now.” I waited a while longer for more information. He then showed me a somewhat cryptic image, I saw the short-haired female repeatedly walking up and down a passage and into different bedrooms, and it seemed to be that she was continuously searching for something by opening the cupboard doors, and even looking into empty travel suitcases and peering beneath the beds.”

Anna, who was a regular client of mine, quickly interrupted me, “That’s my brother-in-law Jose’, he died last year, and the short-haired female he is talking about is my sister, they were married.” I asked her to keep quiet so I could hear and see exactly ‘what’ he was trying to tell her. Moments later he showed me a metal barred gate similar to that of a front door security gate, and then in a flash I saw stacks of money notes wrapped up in a shopping bag, I could even hear the crinkling sound of the plastic bag. I quickly held up my hand to Anna, to indicate that she must continue to keep quiet. I waited for several minutes for him to continue but that is all he had to say to her.

Eventually... she very quietly asked if it was okay for her to speak. I smiled and told her that it was.

“Karma I am sure that was Jose’, he was a diabetic and died of obesity related illnesses. He’s right, we never quite got on; I thought he was obnoxious and I suppose he felt that I interfered too much in my sister’s life. We kind-of made a truce about ten years back, but we were not what you’d call friends.”  I went on to ask her the most important question I have when a Passed-Over person comes through to me (as 99% of the time, either a strong love connection OR a strong intention has to be present), “So why, if the two of you weren’t that close would he use me to contact you?” She understood why I’d asked her this question and she said she guessed that her passed over brother-in-law was trying to give her sister a message of sorts. I asked her if the security gate and the plastic packet filled with money made any sense to her, and she replied, “No, not all.”

At the end of Anna’s session I asked her if she was going to tell her sister about the message I’d received from Jose’. She hesitated a little and said that she’d have to think about it as her sister was pretty ‘straight-laced’ and didn’t believe in psychics and mediums. I told her that it was up to her, and that there was no potential ‘back-lash’ whether she did or didn’t relay the message.

A few days later Anna’s sister booked a Passed-Over session with me, for the following week.

When Carla arrived I could see that she was a little nervous, but I could also sense a feeling of desperation around her. For me, the real strange part was that this feeling of desperation didn’t seem ‘linked to the love one’, but rather associated with a ‘here and now problem’.  After a friendly chat she settled in nicely and I began the session.

Having no memory of what had come up in her sister Anna’s reading, I asked her to keep quiet for a while as I waited to see if anyone came through. I immediately saw an image of a stocky man who was hugging and kissing her, so relieved that he had found her! He had a gold band on his marriage finger and he came across as loud and boisterous, even cocky. I looked up at Carla and asked her if this matched someone that she knew who had passed over. With tears in her eyes, she told me that it was definitely her husband Jose’.

I held up my hand to indicate that she should be quiet as I waited for more images to come from him. What I got next knocked me really hard! I felt he was shaking my shoulders vigorously and shouting into my face that “I” must find the money and move it away from the place and country that it was in. He then showed me a quick glimpse of what seemed like burglar proofing bars on a window, and a plastic packet filled with US Dollars, a l-o-t of money! I waited a while for some more images, but he had gone quiet. So I looked up at Carla, told her what I’d received and asked her if it made any sense.

She started sobbing loudly and could barely speak, “Karma, my husband was in business with his brother for many years, and during this time his brother stole millions from the tills and took even more money by fraudulently selling their and their staffs’ company vehicles; saying that they were stolen and then claiming from the insurance companies. He did this often throughout the years without my husband knowing. Later on my husband started to suspect that his brother was pocketing huge amounts of cash, which Jose’ estimated added up to around R12 million throughout their entire business partnership. Three months before Jose’ died the insurance investigators pitched up at the company with an investigation request and a search order. My husband was livid and very scared of what would come of this. That night he and his brother had a terrible fight about this, and my husband told him that he knew that his brother was skimming-off-the-top by stealing cash from the tills, and he also told him he knew about all the cars that had been sold, and not stolen.”

I asked her if she was okay to continue with the session as she looked distraught and drained. She nodded a yes, and said she’d like to continue. I then asked her, “What do you think the image of the plastic packet filled with money has got to do with all of this?”

Carla went on to explain, “One night, about a week after the fight, my husband told me that he’s going to get even with his brother and take out the same amount of money that his brother had stolen from their company. I told him to let it go and rather to think of a way that his brother could buy him out of the business. He angrily said to me, ‘Just watch me! We both have signing power on the bank loan accounts, and I’m taking my share. He was always clever not to take money from there ‘cause he knew I’d catch him if he did! If he doesn’t like it he can sue me for all that I care, then I’ll tell the insurance company about the vehicle fraud, and you know what, I don’t give a f#^k if they close us down, I’ve had it!’”

Still curious about the images I’d received and not hearing any explanation to them yet, I asked her to continue.

“Jose’ carried on going to work as normal, as if nothing had happened between him and his brother. The insurance investigation took around six weeks but apparently they couldn’t find any proof substantiating their suspicions of fraudulent claims. However, they raised the monthly premiums by 30% which they were entitled to do, something in the fine print allowed them this privilege if an investigation was ever opened. Jose’ and his brother took their business to another insurer.

 “A few days later my brother-in-law phoned me from work to tell me that Jose’ was being taken in an ambulance to the hospital. He had collapsed and they suspected a stroke or heart failure. I drove off as fast as possible and when I got there they were still trying to get him stabilised, the medics and doctors suspected heart failure. After about an hour they told me the bad news that they were battling to get him stabilised and that he might not make it. I asked them if I could see him, even if it was just for a minute. The one doctor swiftly turned and walked away and the other doctor told me ‘he wasn’t looking’ and that I should be quick.”

Listening to her carefully, and waiting on edge to hear if Jose’ wanted to add anything to what she was saying, I was amazed that I still couldn’t find a connection to her story and the images he’d shown me. But then it came...

“I lifted his hand and told him that I was there, Karma I felt so helpless. I kept on telling him that he should fight for his life and that I really loved him. He eventually mumbled something but I didn’t hear him clearly, so I asked him to say it again. He said something like, ‘I got... the money... it’s... in a... bag.’  I didn’t know if I’d heard him clearly, and I never knew what he meant. He died that night, well early in the morning around 1am.

“His funeral was held a week later, and our families were distraught. As he had his diabetes under control we always thought that he would be okay. But a strange thing happened at the funeral, Jose’s brother and his wife didn’t come up to me to share their condolences and they kept on giving me weird glances and the cold shoulder. It was only that night that I started to think about: what “IF” Jose’ did manage to withdraw the money that he said he would from the business’s loan accounts. So I started looking for the ‘bag of money’ but I haven’t found it, and I don’t even know if what I heard from Jose’ was correct because he was so medicated. I just don’t know...

“And then last week, my sister who comes to see you, told me that Jose’ had come through in her session with a message about money in a packet and a security gate... or something like that? So that’s why I’m here today.”

I dropped my eyes and let go of everything she had told me, I was trying to create a clean path for Jose’ to come through again. It took a long while (I guess he got ‘tired’ when she spoke for so long), I then saw a soft image again of the filled packet but this time he was lifting it high up into the air, I even stood up and extended my right arm to show her that the packet was very high up. Once I sat down he cheekily gave me a wink and disappeared. I told her about the wink and she laughed saying that he had an eye for the ladies, but I also told her that I thought he was winking at her and/or alternatively giving me the ‘thumbs up’ indicating that I was spot on with the height clue.

I asked her if she lived in a double story house, and she said that she did. I told her to check the rooms upstairs. I also asked her why she thought Jose’ would show me US Dollars as opposed to Rands (South Africa’s currency). She had to guess here and said that the two of them always wanted to tour the world, and that perhaps he’d managed to have the currencies exchanged. I then asked her about the image of the burglar bars and she said she had no idea about that.

Follow Up:

Carla booked a phone session with me a week later. She briefed me on what had come through in her previous session, and told me that she had searched high and low for this mysterious packet of money, but hadn’t found anything yet. I felt a strong ‘reach up’ sensation in my arms, and then asked her if she had checked in the ceiling. She said she had not thought of that and that she’d check and let me know. The very next day she contacted me and excitedly told me that she’d found a plastic packet filled with $1 million (US Dollars) hidden in the ceiling about a metre from the trap door, right above the expanding security gate at the door to her bedroom (it was the only internal door that had a security gate). I asked her how she felt about all of this and she told me that a part of her wanted to return the money to her brother-in-law’s business, but yet another part of her wanted to honour her husband’s wishes by keeping it!

Next Follow Up:

Her brother-in-law never did ask her about the ‘missing funds’ (she guessed it was because she knew about his fraudulent insurance scams and this was a threat to him), and only after she received the inheritance pay-out on her husband’s death did Carla book a cruise to the Portuguese Islands.

Each year she spoils herself and takes an extended cruise (using Rands to book the cruise BUT using the undisclosed US Dollars to really splash out), and each time she visits a different tropical island. Carla says that it is on these beaches that she feels most close to her husband...

FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE - THE DOVES & THE MISSING FINGER

On many levels this story is quite exceptional and especially so because a beautiful young boy interrupted me non-stop whilst I was doing a Personal Reading for his mother, and not a Passed-Over session!

Kate walked into my office beaming with joy. Her beautiful bright eyes and happy smile was a lovely start to our session together. I asked her if she’d just returned from a trip or was about to go on one. She said she’d just got back from a three week visit to Belgium, her homeland, where she visited her father and her favourite nephew Christophe. Only then did I recall that Christophe had used her phone to contact me a week earlier, to book my Tarot Course as he was visiting South Africa a week later.

The Guides introduced themselves by showing me that she had a daughter and went on to give me a lot of insight into what was coming her daughter’s way. After that I felt a young boy with tremendous love come through from the spiritual world to greet Kate. I described the youngster as playful, loving and that he had some significance to a ball, and a connection to a language which wasn’t English.

Kate explained, “Karma, the last time I came to see you, my son who has passed on also visited me then.” I apologised to her because I couldn’t remember him coming through, nor could I remember her telling me about her son. I could see her eyes well up with sadness and affection for her only son Callen whom left earth six years ago, at the tender age of ten. She told me that he went away to school camp and on his second day there he died suddenly of a heart attack. Needless to say I shared in her devastation and felt myself drowning in the enormity of her heartbreaking loss.

Just then - as if someone had clicked on a different TV channel - her son appeared smiling and told me to tell his mom that he was okay, and that he didn’t want to see her lead a sad life. I had barely finished the sentence when suddenly a wild dove flew through my waiting room and straight into my office, circled above her head and flew out the same way it had entered. Kate smiled at me and said, “How’s that!”

I smiled back saying that her son’s intent and energy was so strong that he had persuaded the bird to make this very dramatic entrance just to ensure that his mother knew it was him who was greeting her. I also asked her if her son had been playful and mischievous, as this would help substantiate the somewhat unusual dove story. “Yes, he definitely was!” she answered emotionally.

For the next ten minutes I continued with other aspects of her reading, and then out-of-the-blue my timer (a pear-shaped food timer) began to ring. What shocked me first was the fact that my timer was right next to me on my reading table! I never place it on my desk e-v-e-r as it has a loud ticking sound, and it always stays on my side table far where I sit. Secondly, the ‘timing’ of the alarm was way out; Kate still had 15 minutes left of her session! I sat back, put down my pen and asked her if she had spotted the timer on my table before it rang and she laughingly replied, “No.”

I looked at the office clock which showed that it was 1.45pm and asked her if this specific time meant anything to her. She told me it was the time that her son had passed over at school camp. I nodded my head, smiled and said, “Well let’s see what else your lovingly mischievous son’s going to do next?”

It didn’t take long! Within a split second Callen told me that a man, who wasn’t that old, was with him. He then showed me a flash of a missing finger and/or a very small finger or a missing finger tip which was of importance to the other man. Kate stopped me and said she understood exactly what her son was trying to tell her.

“Karma, my nephew’s husband – Sven - had passed away two years ago and my son is telling me that I mustn’t worry because they are together.” So I asked her if her Sven had a missing finger or little finger or a missing finger tip. She said no, but that her nephew did! And as she said this, the most amazing thing happened...

TWO doves walked in together into my waiting room, stood still and looked directly at her. We were both speechless! They continued gazing at her and after more than about seven seconds calmly turned about and walked out of the waiting room. Her son had once again coaxed these birds to play along! I agreed with Kate when she said, “This is Callen telling me that he and Sven are looking after one another.”

Follow-Up

A week later Christophe started his Tarot course with me and allowed me to take a photo of his unusual hand (see photo) with his missing finger and his very small thumb.

Next Follow-Up

The following week on Christophe’s second Tarot session, just before he arrived I’d picked up a dove’s feather sticking up in the carpet in my waiting room at the door. When he arrived I handed it to him saying I thought it was Sven who was greeting him. He took the feather, placed it on the table, opened his blue note pad and pulled out another feather saying, “Karma, this morning just before I left to come to you I was walking in the garden and I had a sudden urge to look down. When I did I saw a feather on the grass, and I knew that Sven was greeting me.

Within just one hour Christophe had received two different feathers - at the identical time and 40 kilometres apart - from the spiritual world. One was from his lovingly departed husband Sven... and not to be outdone, (I now believe that) the other one was from his playful nephew Callen, whom he adored...