When I heard the news, I bundled up my daughter, who was then three months old, and drove for five hours to see my parents in Iowa, praying all the time for a way to say goodbye to Larry. I prayed for five hours, and over the next three days, I saw both my dead brothers. I communicated with them. I foresaw small benign events and the next day I would witness them happening. I bless my husband because, thanks to the books we’d read, I understood that these were spiritual experiences. He had a sense that what I was experiencing was extremely important, and he became the mediator between me and my parents, assuring them that I was not flipping out like Larry had after David’s death. He reassured them that they were not going to lose me, too.
The whole experience of seeing and communicating with my dead brothers, and then telling my husband what I’d seen and heard, was so reaffirming and validating that it awakened in me a huge thirst to discover what this was all about. I wanted to know: what was my life purpose. We had just sold our business, and we realized that it was the perfect time to explore and figure out my experiences. My husband requested that I consult with a cousin who is a psychologist to make sure I was okay, which I did, and she put me in touch with an energy healer who helped me learn how to control my breath to get a clearer connection with what I now call Spirit. I discovered that when I was afraid, I would see and hear things that would creep me out (what psychics call “interference”). But when I embraced my abilities, the visions were clearer. I practiced my psychic skills over the phone with my cousin, Dr. Julie Dunnwald, the psychologist who I had initially confided in. We would speak every day for an hour or two. We’d work with a story in the news—for example, there was a story about a woman who was abducted—and I would intuit information about what had happened to her. When the details about her case started coming out in the news, I discovered my intuitions were correct. It was very reaffirming. I realized I wasn’t going to hurt people, disappoint them or steer them in the wrong direction. I decided then that I needed to take one step at time, work at a methodical slow pace, and I would know by the results if I were going in the right direction. I learned from my mistakes. It took about a year to build confidence. One day, Spirit said in meditation: you need to charge for your services and people will start coming to you. The following week, out of the blue, through word of mouth, 10 people came to consult with me. That was in 2000, the year I turned 40.
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