by Ann Patty
His word “Intuition” was what stirred me. Normally I button my lips when it comes to my clairvoyance. Most people don’t go there, and if they do they wonder what you see in them. It does not work like that for me. I don’t go into a person’s home uninvited, much less their psyche.
When I asked Rich what he considered to be his strongest asset, he said, “Intuition.” And there our conversation took a turn toward interesting. I revealed I was clairvoyant, and of course many great conversations came out of both of our admittances. I also offered to give Rich a reading. He had never had one. He probably didn’t need one because his intuition was indeed strong and it served him well. Nonetheless, his curiosity held fast and won out. Rich accepted, though not without reserve.
Over the course of the weeks that followed, we had many two-plus hours of conversations that neither of us wanted to leave. The interruption of midnight commonly approached, which brought a need for sleep. For the first in a very long time, I had someone I could really talk to at great depths who got me, my brain, and wanted to probe me to learn much more about the spirit realm. To have a person listen without interruption, ask pertinent questions, and not judge was huge for me. For most of my life my gift was diminished, attached to my bipolar or called crazy. Rich’s validation was noted, and he who cherished my gift was more than valued.
This man Rich was one of so few I’ve met who know the art of listening and feedback. This, combined with his articulate sense of scrutiny and ability to attach a perfect word play to his observation, was uncanny. Few people can choose their words with such wisdom as to make them honest and direct without attachment. Conversations with Rich were more than engaging; they were both educational and inspiring.
Sadly, our society at large does not have effective communications skills. And our up-and-coming children are at a disadvantage as a result of being plugged into texting, iPods, email and other media as their main mode of interaction. Electronic devices rip the core soul out of relationships. And interpersonal communication is a dying art form.
And so I initiated Rich to my world—first with these words, and later with the actual delivery.
What is a Reading?
Introducing the idea of a reading to someone is like teaching a foreign language. Nonetheless, readings are really conversations with a purpose. The ability to surf other dimensions for information is truly a gift, and not to be abused. Some people are very adept at exploring other realms. They have a natural ability, which they have perfected over a lifetime of practice. My ability is innate to my being. Sensitivity is natural and granting readings to others has been ongoing.
Being and remaining open to information is important to the accuracy of your reading. When a clairvoyant hands you information that is near and dear to your heart, it can be disconcerting. You may wonder, how does anyone access such private information? Giving me permission to read you allows me into your mental house. Treading lightly, I go inside, take a look around, and report back. What I see is your aura, which has the imprint of your soul’s journey at that time. I can offer you life perspectives and answer questions. Auras are pure energy, not restricted to this realm, so readings can be done in email form, over the phone, or in person.
My Reading Style
Once given the go-ahead to read someone, impressions rush in fast. It is a dam burst. The information does not come in words, much less sentences. Waves of information are given, which need to be interpreted for you. These waves are based on emotions you are holding or experiencing. I use visuals a lot to interpret what is received. Most times, these visuals mean more to the person being read than the host. And a lot of time I get info that is passed along and I have no idea what it means—but the recipient does. After observations are shared, quite often I forget because the information is for the recipient alone. My role is to serve as a conduit, a facilitator and interpreter for the imprint on your soul at that particular time.
Reading with visuals/metaphor pictures is one technique. Using something familiar to introduce a foreign concept supports learning. There are times I just spill out all the information as it comes. Exact details of your individual situation are not pertinent; the overall picture allows higher perspective. Anyway, this other realm is not so concerned with the details of every human happening. Presenting the bigger picture lets you step back and see the possibilities for your life path.
Typically, past and future lives are not discussed because the insights of the now are what direct your future.
The Purpose of Your Reading
Often, people want to have a general reading. This “free for all” format can pick up a lot of information, but not necessarily the type of information that can be beneficial. It is best to come to a reading with questions and concerns you have on your mind. Consider a reading as a life-coaching experience.
Readings are great for determining business decisions, handling relationships, or perspective regarding crossroads in one’s life. The universe offers unlimited ideas and thoughts to draw from. When you seek answers, I will find and offer reasonable, logical perspectives.
I initiated Rich as I would anyone. Some of the other concepts I taught him were these:
Reading Etiquette
* There is a moral code to readings: respect, honesty, empathy, compassion.
* I never go into someone’s mental house without being invited in first.
* All clairvoyance is, is the ability to channel information from a source.
* Reading is like exercising a muscle—the more you do it the better you get.
* Each and every person’s aura is in a common universal grid.
* For a reader to pick up on a person’s spirit, all that person needs to do is give permission to the reader to do so.
* Readings can be done from anywhere in the world because a person’s energy has no boundaries.
* Our human essence is energy. We interact by way of our basic spiritual being.
* Our spiritual side knows our way before we do. Learn to trust it.
* There are good, better, best, and bad to horrible clairvoyants. Trust yourself on whom to let inside.
* My readings are absolutely confidential and private. Boundaries and comfort zones are totally respected.
Word Heaven
I emailed Rich his readings because I wanted to save our phone conversations for follow-up and any questions he may have—of which he had many. His curiosity was natural.
“Christ, you are prolific. I read this email word for word and found it enticing and want to continue.”
These were his opening words to his next email. Being a highly intuitive man, I knew Rich was enamored and, like most intuits in the flow, just wanted to know more. Our next telephone session took on a whole new, much deeper level. One that I rarely engage in unless a person is incredibly intelligent and observant, of which Rich was both.
See, I have the same problem Rich had—if you can call it that: admittedly, I am too darn curious. About other realms and about what the universe offers. I’ve always been open in my psyche and am even more adept at learning at incredibly fast rates. My brain is a sieve. I am well read. As a sponge, I pick up every minute detail, assess it, and reinterpret if necessary. My mind is wondrous really, but most cannot keep up. My close friends are treasured for their deep introspection and compassion. And, most fortunately, with many we share a lively wit and humor.
Since being single, I had been dating quite a bit, but had yet to meet a man who held my interest. One date told me that, in his humble average IQ opinion, he did not believe he would be intellectually stimulating enough for me. I thanked him and told him that he was a really decent person—though I didn’t tell him he was intelligent enough to know he was right on target.
I am probably the exception—not the rule. However, I needed an exceptional man in order to captivate me. And I not only demand intelligence, maturity, and substance, but spiritually. At a certain mature stage, a person should look closely at their du
alities and come to a reckoning of sorts.
Early in our conversations, Rich and I both threw out sexual innuendos. Later we commented on this. I told him that I had felt comfortable with him right off. That I knew he could take whatever I tossed at him. I liked to tease and taunt, and so did he. Truth was I knew I was going to have a truly intimate psychic relationship with this man, so my guard was down. This happens. Time transports you to before the fact so you become—perhaps inappropriately—cozy with what you say. In other words, when you already know a person on some level quite well, then you use that logic to say what you would normally say in the context of a future timeframe.
Erotic was a word Rich pegged with accuracy when he referred to this psychic mind intercourse. When two minds melt into one and dance, interconnecting around and with each other—in effect courting the other—it is beyond stimulating. This was what happened when initiating our relationship. Our bodies as well as our minds buzzed. It wasn’t only our chemistry that stirred, but some memory that our auras carried. Our basic life essence knew this other person was important to each of our paths.
One night after an early phone exchange, I got off the phone to go to bed and could not sleep for hours. I was wired. And I sensed Rich’s spirit reaching out to me. He has a huge aura. Very strong, with purpose and intent, always. It was a match made for mine. For the first time in a while, I had met another being with a strong, healthy aura that came from learning many lessons in this here life. Finally, I took a sleeping aid and got to sleep.
The next morning I found this email from Rich: “The exchange we had last night left me ‘charged’ in some way... It’s hard to put a name to it… In a good way though... I will think about that...”
Giving a reading to someone is one of the most basic forms of reaching into another dimension. It is not rocket science, but does take some practice in order to be proficient. Not everyone can do this easily. Not everyone is supposed to. It just depends on what your soul journey has in store for you.
Mentioning perhaps the not so obvious, I told Rich that, now that he had opened up, he would start getting more in tune with nature, the cosmos, and other realms. It would just happen. Especially when someone—me—took his hand and then told him to come along, “Let’s explore.” My mentoring is fun, honest, and—particularly important—safe. There was no time element. In fact it was best that Rich’s learning would come along naturally and at its own rate.
Send Me a Shaman
Why I met Rich is rather an interesting side note. I wrote this to Rich early on:
“For me, I appreciate just listening to you and your experiences. I also appreciate having you just listen to me without judgment, without interruption, and with offerings of perspective. I’ve learned a lot from you in our conversations... maybe not so much through the context, but through the words you use and how you choose to look at a situation.
You are an old soul and you are a shaman in your own right. It is no surprise I met you. About six months ago in my manifestation group I asked the universe to send me a shaman... I was thinking an old warrior that could teach me about some things I see psychically—and I now believe you were sent to me instead. The universe always sends what you really need, not what you think you need.”
Truth be told, I asked for a fun “horse guy” to go riding with first, then a shaman. My fun horse guy came and went. A month later came Rich. And, yes, I consider him to be a true shaman. Online he chatted his way into my life. I felt a change was due for me. I wanted to advance my own mental capacities. As much as I gave readings to Rich, he gave me back perspective. I explained such principles as remote viewing, soul mates, and twin souls. I overwhelmed him, yet he stuck with me. Rich assimilated my chatter and had incredibly insightful comebacks and observations. Our interplay was beyond exciting to me. It was a type of mental intercourse; thus Rich deemed our conversations erotic.
So, through Rich’s perspective, I learned. His feedback validated, echoed and challenged my thoughts. His questions allowed me to dig deeper because, as a teacher, I must explain. And so I learned as well.
Word Witch
Why I have this need to write is beyond comprehension. It has been with me a long time. To diary our story maybe inappropriate, but the need to chronologically tell this tale of our time was something I had to purge. Being the ultimate teacher, I am compelled to roll this experience into a book. And share it with others.
It would have been wonderful to have all of Rich’s counter thoughts in the experiences found in this narrative; another—opposing—view shared from his perspective. But linear time would tell another story.
In came the visions again. Whether Rich reawakened certain ones or the knowings just came to fruition because he verbalized them, I am not sure. Rich’s family consisted of two sons, a vacant sister, and one aunt remaining. I had seen a ranch and an older woman. Then I had learned Rich’s aunt was 89 and singlehandedly still ran her 500-acre cattle ranch! What a strong pioneer woman. I would have loved to have met her if the chance had presented itself. But, again, visions versus reality are tied together by thin veils of a dimension. Free will and linear 3D time always prevail for us in human form, and are ever-changing.
Sometimes I see too much. Of me and another in Santa Fe. In the hotel lobby in the main square, particularly headed for the dining room. I see a man turn to me. His large stature, a tan lightweight leather coat, a brimmed hat. I was standing in this spot once while visiting another friend and saw all this in a matter of seconds. What does it mean? When will it transpire? Has it already happened in another dimension? I keep seeing a chopper landing in my back pasture. Someone significant, of large stature, gets out and comes over to me. I wish I could put all that I see on timelines—but then that would be no fun.
So this was why I wrote. I couldn’t help myself. It is—was—to learn and to share. But it did dawn on me that writing this book may have been a gift from Rich. Or possibly a gift to those who pick it up: my readers. The rantings of my clairvoyant mind captured in cyberspace. A mind filled with intrigue that looked inside other dimensions. A book of experiences that got compiled into lessons of love. Love is what drives us all.
Love for Love’s Sake
I could not have imagined myself falling in love again only one year after my divorce. Loving another—even the idea of it left me perplexed. I was cautious about losing myself. It was a scary prospect and yet I did not want to close that door. A crack remained open for one, or maybe others. Hope gave me faith that someday, some special person would pry my heart open again.
Love itself is an oddity of cause and effect. It is very easy to love anyone—everyone. We are all part of the human condition. In this regard, we should love our kindred spirits. However, in my opinion, it is sometimes very difficult to like a person. Separate out the person from their behaviors and there are times you do not truly enjoy being around that person’s character. Now, loving someone is far different than being in love with them. Being in love can have different definitions. For me, and my life, in order to be in love, respect, communication, and 100% honesty need to be in place on both sides. For others this definition can differ, and that is fine too.
I must have healed to quite a degree because the signs had emerged. I became truly happy with the ME that I had become. For the first time ever, I was content with the way life had gone. My lighter side had risen once again. I had always been positive, but this excelled beyond that spot. It was about trusting the universe that I absolutely would be okay. And I was! Not only was I just okay, but I felt terrific, fantastic, and knew I would continue to live out my higher purpose.
My days were filled with what ifs. Each morning I’d wake up and choose an agenda for the day—or not. Sometimes I was very productive. Other days I’d lounge, talk with friends for hours, play on the computer or ride my horses. There was always something to make me happy. I could not believe how happy I had become once more. It reaffirmed the decision I had taken to restart my
life. I also looked at why I had needed to stay as long as I did inside that marriage. I did a whole bunch of work on my own while living inside those adverse conditions. This probably allowed me to zoom into high gear and heal faster once I escaped. See, no one will be able to choose a truly compatible partner unless they heal their past sins. No one. I had always known this. Now I could see definite signs forming that confirmed this notion.
Truly being in love comes from hard work and healing. You can be in love with yourself—and, indeed, should be, to forge healthier relationships. For awhile I had been on the accelerated road to health and recovery. My core being felt alive and that I had indeed arrived!
