Having mentored folks who are just starting to get curious about their own abilities and those in the field for years, it’s become one of my favorite things to do. It’s amazing how many folks are incredibly talented and either are uncomfortable seeing themselves as capable or just need some tweaking. It’s wild to watch folks simply glow with spiritual powers. We need lots of us making a difference.
Are you a beginner who is curious to find out if you are psychic? The easy answer that most of us will tell you is yes, everyone is. Why do we say that? Think of the soul as part of the whole, not just you, not just humans, part of all creation and available to receive the flow of love, intelligence, wisdom and more. That flow is everyone’s as long as we don’t shut ourselves down in some ways. Or maybe you have a practice and simply want to seek others guidance to continue growing your abilities. Private mentoring may offer you some support for continuing your path.
A little about my style. I’m a “what you see is what you get” person. Helping others find their own gifts, strengthen their abilities, gain the confidence to do their own mission is what gets me excited. I love when someone has an aha moment. When they free themselves from any limited belief system. I’ve met some great folks along the way who mentored me, held my hand and simply showed their belief in me. I know how important that is for me and it may be something you feel is important.
Costs are simple. It is $100 per session. Booking 3 sessions reduces the fee to $250. I recommend one a week if someone is serious about it. I also give homework which simply means practice makes better.
Sessions are one hour. I suggest you have a journal, not a computer to write down some things during the session. You’ll see why when we talk.
I work by Skype, Facetime, and Zoom. I prefer we see each other however for some folks that can be difficult so phone is it.
If you are interested you can simply email firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: Mentoring
One last thing here. There are a few folks in the field of metaphysics who are what I think of as Soul Kin, so if I’m not the right person and you do want help, check out John Holland or Pam Coronado. If I wanted instruction I would turn to one of them.
In the Infinite Light of Love,
So many people have had a positive influence on my life. I’d like to share these two to start with. I learned through my many mentors the importance of connection soul to soul. Listening, sharing and practical wisdom. It’s why I now have a mentoring program one to one. It is my hope to support the best within each person I work with, to help them know they are truly exceptional, each and every one.
This particular woman entered through an unusual door. I was living in Puerto Rico, newly married to a physician who had a two-year Fellowship working on the split-brain studies that were developed by Dr. Roger Sperry and the man leading the laboratory in Isla Verde, PR. Unfortunately, Dr. Gilbert Arnold Preston, my first husband, was also bipolar and unbeknown to me before this, prone to violence. He left me permanently disabled after he went into a homicidal rage when I was five months pregnant. The injuries I sustained caused, among others, the nerves leading to the uterus to slow way down. I was in active labor for forty-eight hours. Two weeks after I gave birth (lots of difficulties) I was readmitted to the hospital dying of massive infections. I had normally weighed in at 145 lbs before pregnancy. Entering the hospital two weeks after birth I weighed 103 lbs. This was my thirty-third hospitalization since age fifteen and I was not a happy camper. The antibiotic given IV quickly became a serious allergic problem. The nurse pulled it before I went into anaphylactic shock. I knew I could never go near penicillin or its derivatives again, and that would include a lot of mold and fungus. Now the doctors were frantic. They had my husband call my folks who had never flown. My mother was phobic when it came to many things including flying.
He was told to tell them I may not be alive when they arrive. Minutes after the nurse pulled the IV three specialists were arguing at the foot of my bed. Each yelling how this treatment or that treatment was needed for that organ or system. I remember thinking (I’ll be gentler than my thoughts were then), you are forgetting that I’m here and all three parts are intricately part of me. They interact, not fight like you are. Three days after admission I signed myself out on a paper “Refuse Permission To Treat”. I took home eleven drugs and promptly flushed them all down the toilet. My nursing teachers were far smarter and more caring. They had us reading the Physicians Desk Reference on the drugs we were dispensing including the very small fine print. I knew that the doctors did not care about the possible interaction of so many drugs.
Miracles can happen in the oddest ways. My fury at the poor treatment, the lack of wisdom on the part of three doctors arguing while I lay dying, fueled my body, and I kept improving on my own. I went home to care for my infant and remove her from a very crazed husband. I did not speak to anyone except my child. No one else heard me except one day…
A woman sat on the edge of my bed. She wore a blue suit with a blue pillbox hat (anyone remember those?). She spoke kindly yet some of her words were confusing. “Walk into the waters.” What did she mean? Who was she? I knew she was something other than “real”. Was I going nuts? We would have mind only conversations. I loved them. It was comforting, it was worrisome, what about my state of mind? Still sick?
After a few days of this, I had an appointment with the one physician who seemed to have common sense, the Gastro-Enterologist. I liked his manner, his easy going ways, and he simply felt safe to talk with. He was probably one of two folks I trusted, my imaginary friend and this physician. I told him what was going on. His response: “It’s not a hallucination because you can easily discuss it and question it, in fact, I have no idea what it is. If it’s helpful why not simply go along with it?” Told you he had common sense. Added to that he said what sages have said throughout the ages, if it does no harm and it helps then use it. After about ten days she simply said goodbye.
That was June of 1969. In 1975 I attended a lecture on Psychic Development by Nancy Pisano. I had no idea what to expect and was ridiculously worried about seeing someone who makes those claims. I felt compelled to at least see what psychics were about. I had enough experiences throughout my life that now I was more curious.
There was the imaginary woman on stage talking like she talked with me back in Puerto Rico in 1969! Afterwards I spoke with her and asked if she had the clothes I saw and gently mentioned she was about 20 lbs lighter when I saw her. “Yes, I do and yes I gained some weight. Our spirit can do the work even while we sleep. Healers respond to calls for help. I’d like you to come to my Monday night class.” I went to about three classes and Nancy said: “you will be teaching in six months and have more work than you will know what to do with.” She was right, in six months I was working more than I had ever done and loving every minute of it. A new world was opening up and it was filled with more miracles.
Nancy Pisano was my first mentor. She is with her son on the other side. I know she can hear how grateful I am to have known her. I think of her practical wisdom, her common sense and her ability to walk the path of a soul reaching out to help others.
Thank you, Nancy.
One more mentor I need to share.
Within the first year, a local friend was hosting a woman from England who was giving readings and a workshop. I was eager to hear another person’s experience and learn from them. I booked an appointment and the workshop.
Sitting opposite Margaret Flavell Tweddell I suddenly remembered a dream when I was still a child. In the dream, this woman with a British accent said: “it’s your turn to read me.” I remember thinking “didn’t she mean read a book”? Now it made sense! As I thought it, Margaret smiled and said, “yes, it is your turn now.”
Who was this very down to earth, kind woman with a fun way of teaching and helping. Practical, not giving to discussing her religion, beliefs or much of her life. More about what can I share with you that will help. Recently I found this more about her online than I ever knew. This is to honor an incredible mentor who corresponded for years with, believed we were sisters in a past life and was a friend when I needed advise.
“Margaret Flavell Tweddell was born with a clairvoyant ability that is so unique, during World War II she was commissioned by Lord Hugh Dowding, Marshal of the British Royal Air Force to use her ability to successfully trace missing RAF pilots. She is well known and respected for her accomplishments in the realm of paranormal psychology. Unlike Edgar Cayce, Margaret is one of those rare positive mediums who receives telepathic messages while in full control of her senses and not as a result of out-of-body experiences. As a Methodist, she is a deeply religious person, a spiritual counselor and a healer. As a friend of Margaret, Ruth Taylor asked Margaret to use her unique ability to contact Ruth's deceased father, the Reverend A.D. Mattson. Mattson was a highly respected Lutheran theologian who, before he died, promised his daughter Ruth that, if it was possible, he would communicate with her from the Other Side. Ruth's father fulfilled that promise when Margaret successfully received messages from him. The messages were long and detailed of what life on the other side is like. This information had such an impact on people that the messages were published in 1975 and became a classic. The book is entitled, Witness From Beyond, and *Elisabeth Kubler-Ross remarked that this is "an important book to help in the understanding of life and the transition we call death - which is not the end of life but a new beginning with continued growth and challenges.”
- Author of “On Death and Dying” among many others. Inspired to create the Hospice movement in the U.S.