Dear Sonia,

My story began during a terrible, emotionally vulnerable period of my life. I had taken on a new and very demanding job just as I was starting school to obtain a BA in Management in January 1997. I thought I had my husband's honest support when I started all that, but, in the middle of my school year, he informed me he wanted a divorce as soon as possible after I graduated. Right after graduation, in May of 1998, I went looking for a place to rent.

I found a lovely, old house built in the 20's in a charming old Nashville neighborhood not far from where I work. I began packing and moving, finally taking up residence in September. The bedroom I chose was small, somewhat square, with 2 large windows facing the south. I placed my bed in the southwest corner, up against the wall, with my head pointing south. The house rests on a moderately sloping hill; over the decades it has settled with a bit of a tilt toward the south. I kept feeling that my bed was tilted downward and that this was contributing to my problems sleeping soundly, so I turned the bed and placed the head against the west wall. This pointed my feet toward the wall that held the door to the room, which was in the northeast corner of the east wall. I had developed a mild interest in Feng Shui, so I was a little concerned about my feet pointing toward the wall that contained the door, but really thought no more about it.

Winter passed and spring began. I had discovered The Psychic Pathway, which I took to Paris with me in mid-May 1999. During the 2 weeks I was there, I read it from cover to cover. When I returned home, I tried out some of the exercises. In June and July, I started to wake up every couple of weeks or so because my bed was shaking; to this day, I cannot duplicate making the bed shake the way it did when I was asleep. There were no geographical or physical reasons for it either, like tremors or heavy trucks passing. At first, it was just the bed moving; then I began to feel that someone was in the bed with me. This entity was very benign and comforting; I was still sleeping on one side of the bed, as I had done for 22 years of marriage.

One early morning in mid-October, I woke up because there was someone rubbing the backs of my legs as I slept on my stomach. Once again a very benign, very pleasant feeling; very comforting to someone who hadn't been intimately touched by a human for almost 2 years. I woke up completely and the feeling stopped. Winter had set in again, and I decided I wanted my bed to get maximum sunshine so I could take naps in a pool of it on the weekends, like a big, ol' pussycat. I work in a windowless basement and craved the light. I took my brand new 4-foot level, turned the bed with the head again pointing south, and determined that it was completely level, not tilting down at all.

About a week after moving my bed, I had a very strong dream. I was dressed in a cobalt blue robe, like a choir robe. I was frightened. It was a deep, starlit night and I was outside a small stadium-like building or amphitheater that was in a remote area, surrounded by a forest. I was trying to escape the area when a woman, middle-aged with long, dark hair, wearing a similar rode, found me and grabbed me by the wrists. She dragged me into the middle of the arena. It was covered with soft, blue mats, like exercise mats in a gym. We were the only ones there. She kept trying to force me to kneel down to accept my fate and I was both furious and terrified. I tore away from her grip and ran and ran. I woke up, very shaken. When I slept again the dream didn't return. Later that morning, as I was taking a shower, I was shocked to find thumb-shaped bruises on my wrists where she had grabbed me.

I showed the bruises to friends who have an interest in the occult, but they shied away. One friend who is a very good astrologer and a Pisces, at least advised me to get some cedar and sage and make sure I asked my spirit guides to protect me. I wanted to find someone to talk to about this, but have never been able to come across the person I need. I wish I could find someone to help me understand what this entity is all about. If you can suggest any kind of help, I would be truly grateful for it.

Julianne M Reid
julie.reid@mcmail.vanderbilt.edu

Dear Sonia,

I was walking on the beach in Cape Cod's Provincetown, August 1998, after reading the Psychic Pathway for the first time and I was looking for sea glass. I found my first piece which was white and oval shaped. I gave it to my friend Beth and decided to look for another piece of sea glass. I walked to my left for awhile and was not finding anything, so I walked to my right but it did not feel right, so I stopped and heard a voice that said I was looking too hard. I took 2 steps to my left, looked down on the sand, and there was a piece of sea glass. It was also white but it was triangular shaped. I asked for the message behind this and what came back was, "Sometimes you look for things when they are right in front of you."

I also had a premonition. I saw the back of a plane burning. I was on vacation but I had this overwhelming desire to call my friend Adrienne but I didn't. And a few days later there was a plane that was going to Greece with a stop in Switzerland that crashed. Unfortunately my best friend of 30 years from childhood, Adrienne, and her husband John were on the plane.

I attended the Psychic Pathway workshop in January 2000. On the way home, I ate breakfast in a Chilis at the airport, someplace I would not think to eat. It was a morning of surprises. There was a black teenager who was my waitress. She asked me why I looked so sad. I told her I was afraid to fly. She told me that if I was uncomfortable I should not fly. She gave me a Saint Anthony of Padua key chain which was given to her by a nun traveling to Brazil. I was deeply touched. I looked at the key chain and it reminded me of all the Catholic school church bazaars Adrienne and I shared throughout our 8 years of school together. I remember this statue with lots of dollar bills hanging around it. The lessons for me were "Death bring life to those who listen", and "Don't fear the reaper." This came in song form; it was a "Blue Oyster Cult" song, I think they were also known as "Soft lead Underbelly."

Love, Light, Peace and Blessings,
Darlene Kalb

Dear Sonia,

My name is Jessica and this is just a small psychic experience that I thought I'd share with you. I've always thought it would be great if my family could win tattslotto; it would just make life so much easier.

One Saturday morning as I was lying in bed listening to the radio, I heard a phone number come over with something like 131 121. Suddenly, completely out of the blue I had this idea that those numbers paired up (13, 31, 12, etc.) could make tattslotto numbers. This was just a passing thought and I didn't think much of it at all until the next morning (after Saturday night's tattslotto draw) when I looked down at our TV page where mum had written the numbers down.

Four or five of them were the numbers I had been thinking about just the other morning! I didn't persuade mum to put the numbers in the draw -- just to know that I knew what the numbers would be came as such a shock to me!

Jessica
enchantress_29@hotmail.com

Dear Sonia,

In 1978 I was in spiritual crisis along with my mother being diagnosed with cancer and my father's death. My student-teaching experience at the time was with a sexually abused child. It took 3 months for her to trust me enough to hold my hand; a situation which goes back to her abusive family. I desperately asked my supervisor at the time if there was anything we could do to prevent her from going back to her home. The response I got was devastating enough for me to ask "why bother to have had this experience with this child."

I was in my twenties trying to stay consciously present with all this pain and sorrow. Now in my forties I realize we both gave each other the gift of trust and faith. Staying consciously present with the pain was too much for me and I did not have the tools and the understanding of the importance as yet, of staying present. College at the time did not teach me this, so I took to the streets of Life. I decided to leave college and consciously end my life by taking large doses of LSD that would ordinarily kill a human being. I ended up in a hospital in a "mentally disturbed" unit where I experienced a "white light" encounter.

I traveled down a tunnel and on the side of the tunnel were a dark sorrow of tears and feelings of emptiness, moving toward a presence of deep feeling unconditional love where a consciousness directed me to a crossing over into a playground area. Wishing not to leave, I was shown a female child of the age of seven, her spirit was asking if I would birth her; my answer was "yes." Over to the far left of me fading in the background was a boy child on a swing. I returned consciously in my body, continuing my spiritually human conscious path.

1986 I birthed the female child and as she grew to age seven, in appearance she reflected back to me the child I saw in my "white light" experience; I still have an intuitive connectedness of a grandmotherly feeling towards the boy child I saw in my "white light" experience. And so my everyday surrender to Mystery continues as I walk my spiritual human journey.

Christine Sindelar

Dear Sonia,

I had a few psychic experiences in college and it taught me not to fear my psychic powers/intuition. I was really afraid of my intuition because it always let me foresee that a negative thing (death in the family, rejection by a boy, fight with a friend) would happen, but never a positive thing.

One incident stands out. One night I woke up at 1:30 AM and in my head I saw a face which was a "combination" of two women's faces. I did not know the women well at all, but I had seen them in an on-campus club I had joined. This vision was also accompanied by a scream. I asked my roommates, "Did you hear that?" and they did not know what I was talking about. That whole night I could not sleep and kept thinking about the two of them, even though I barely knew them and rarely ever thought of them. The next morning my brother came and told me that some insane man had broken into their apartment and physically assaulted one of them at 1:30 AM. Apparently he was obsessed with the other woman, and he had mistaken her for her roommate and attacked her. The one who was attacked was fortunately OK, but had to spend some time in the hospital treating her injuries.

What terrified me was that their apartment was nowhere within audible range, so there is no way I could hear them screaming. Also it was very strange to me that I saw a combination of their faces, since the guy had a case of mistaken identity. After this I was so scared I tried to suppress any abilities I had because it was too terrifying to know bad things would happen. I had had other psychic "gut feelings" before where I would always know if there was a death in the family or some other kind of negative event, but never positive events.

Then I started reading the "Hearts Desire" book and it has totally started changing my life. I used to have a very negative attitude towards life in college when I had the premonition, and because of the book, I have begun to cultivate very positive energy. In exchange, the Universe now lets me have "positive" gut feelings and spurts of positive psychic activity. For example, when an interviewer calls me for a job interview, my intuition can always predict if he/she is going to be a nice person, and if his interviewing style will be good before the phone rings. It seems like I was only having psychic abilities about negative things because that was all my negative attitude of scarcity rather than abundance would allow.

Much love,
Angel