My real name is Daniel. I was born in 1971. I am happily married, and
have three wonderful boys ranging in ages from 5 months to 5 years. As
far as work goes, I currently let my wife make most of the money and I
stay at home to raise my three children.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Did I mention that I
also am a psychic?
Self taught at that!
Now, on to the good STUFF!
How did I find out I was psychic?
Well, I guess I really didn't realize I had this ability until about
1994. (Before that I thought I might have special abilities but I never
acknowledged it truly) The first psychic experience that I do remember
was when I was about 12. I was walking in the woods with my older brother
and had Deja vu. I heard the conversation that we were having, except
it was what he was going to say in the next few minutes and saw myself
flipping over a rock to find the cigarettes I had stashed the day before
only to find that they had gotten wet during the night. I also had the
feeling that I had been here before, hence why I call it deja vu. The
next few minutes was like instant replay. The whole vision I saw came about
exactly like I had seen it.
(yes, I was smoking at 12.)
More of my experiences:
Remember the Space Shuttle challenger? I know I do. The day before the
Space Shuttle blew up I was watching the news and I remember the man on the
news saying that it was the 25th mission. As soon as I heard those words
I had this "knowing" that the space shuttle was going to be destroyed.
The next morning when I went to school I told my principal that it was
going to blow up. He asked me why I would say such a thing and I told him
that it was just it's time to go.
Ok, now some not so good STUFF!:
When I was in Jr. High I was just becoming spiritually aware.
I was raised a Christian but I really did not believe in God. I couldn't
understand why God let so many bad things happen in this world. Some friends
of mine were into Satanism and so I began to dabble in it also. From the
age of 15 to 17 I was a self proclaimed Satanist. I dabbled in black magic
and I was actually pretty good at it. I cast a few spells and they worked
out like they were supposed to. I suppose you could have called me a warlock
at the time. Among other things I practiced out of the book The Necronomicon
(Egyptian book of the dead) and the Satanic Bible. But just being a kid
I didn't realize what I was really getting into. I had a problem with Satanism
though. I just couldn't follow the philosophy of do whatever you want to
others as long as you get yourself what you want. I felt that was wrong.
One night I had a dream that I was praying to God to forgive me and I saw
two angels standing under an arch. In my dream I knew that I was being
heard. They were conveying my prayers to God. Then I heard a deep evil
voice say "I don't think so, You are MINE!" and I saw myself sleeping on
the couch. It was like I was floating above myself, and a scaly reptile
looking hand shot out of the couch and poked my side. I woke up instantly
and my side where I had been poked hurt for a few days afterwards.
It would have just been a dream but...
About a week or two later I was sitting at my mom's house in the living
room watching TV. All of a sudden a bright light filled the room. A man
dressed in white robes with golden trim stepped out of the light and pointed
at me. All he said was 'Kneel and pray.' I got so scared that I ran out
of the house. It took me a while to get the nerve to go back in. I wasn't
asleep and it was not a dream. I have no idea who he was but at the time
when I saw him I felt that I knew him and he knew me. I also felt much
power and overwhelming unconditional love coming from him but he was angry
with me. I still wonder what would have happened if I had stayed and prayed,
but I think that the message that I was supposed to get was passed to me
any ways and that was I was doing wrong and God is real.
Then what?
Well, to be honest, that experience had more effect on me than I realized
at the time. At that point in time I got out of Satanism and all religions
for that matter. I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Instead I began
to focus on the mind and ESP from a more scientific point of view. The
rest of my High School years were spent partying and being a kid. I put
the religious experience in the back of my head and went about my business.
I didn't like to think about it, it was just to freaky for me! I did read
a lot of books on ESP and practiced from a more mental point of view though.
I was a strange kid, kind of a closet nerd. I was popular in High School
but I somehow managed to keep my reading habits from everyone. Not that
it would have mattered I guess, Most of my friends were stoners and the
crowd I hung around with partied all the time. They were great friends
though, they excepted me for who I was, not for what I looked like. One
of my good points was that I knew when to leave a party before it got busted.
There was a few times when the police would show up at a kegger right after
my friends and I would leave cause I felt like we should go. I just knew
it was going to get busted! That kept me out of a lot of trouble.
After I got out of High School I had to get a job. And I became to busy
to study ESP anymore. In fact I kind of just forgot about it for a while.
I had a few more experiences but none that were any big deal for a while.
Kind of a long story so far huh?
Out of School,Into the Cruel Hard World
I graduated from high school in 1989. I liked school but couldn't
wait to not have
to go anymore.I spent my first few weeks out of school
doing what I always
did.Partied like a fiend! But one morning my mother
told me that I had to
find a job. She is a wonderful lady but can get
really pushy sometimes!
And let me tell ya,
She pushed!
For the next two weeks that was
all I heard
about.
"Dan you need to get a job." "Dan you must get a job."
"I can't support you forever,find a job!" You get the picture,
so
off I went! Didn't take long and soon I was working as a
dishwasher at Perkins.
Did that for about six months before I found a
better job working at Taco Johns.
*laugh*
Not much happened to me during this time. I think I was to busy to pay
attention to my inner voice.
One night while I was working at TJs I got a phone
call from someone who just hung up, and I knew we were going to get robbed. The guy I was working with thought so too. Just had "that feeling".
The next few days we got strange phone calls from people asking when we were going to close. I told my manager about it but he said that there was nothing he
could do until something happened. Then,one night after we closed and left the
store was broken into and the persons took about 60 pounds of hamburger and
our change box. I tried to warn them but no one could do anything. Go figure!
--The Road--
A good friend of mine that I had not seen in over a year came into
the store one night and offered me a job working constuction out east.
My brother had worked for them so I figured it would be a better job than
what I was doing at the time.So I said yes,three days later I packed my bags
and headed towards Boston.The night before we left,we all had a going away
party for me and another friend who was coming with.Spent most of the night
drinking beer and visiting with friends.We finaly ran out of beer and
had to go get some more.All of us piled into the car and off we went.The
drive to the bar went fine,but when we all went to get back into the
car I didn't want to get in.I felt like I was going to die.When my friend asked
me what was wrong I said I had a bad feeling.He replied "Ya,I know.We are
in munch mode."Laughing at this made me feel better so I got in anyways.
The drive went fine until someone in front of us suddenly slammed on the
brakes! SCREEEAAAAACHHHH!THUMP!MUNCH! We hit the back of the car and came to
a stop.No one was hurt thank God!But it was one of those feelings
I learned to pay attention to.The next day we set out for Boston.We got as far
as Highway 2 in Wisconsin when the torque converter blew in the truck.
Both of my friends went to get help and I waited in the truck.At about
this time I was thinking I had made a mistake.Having some time to myself I
decided to ask God if what I was doing was right.A butterfly was floating by
and I stuck my hand out the window and said to God "If I am supposed to go,
let that butterfly land on my hand."The butterfly landed right on my finger
and sat there for almost two hours.I was so amazed by this that I knew that all
would go well.I had never in my life been that close to a butterfly that wasn't
dead or stuck to the grill of a car.It took three days of wrenching on the truck
to get it fixed.But my friends were mechanically inclined so we got it going,
and off we went.Took four more days of driving to get to Boston.Mainly because
we sat at the border of Canada while they searched our truck and strip searched us.
Was not a fun time.Boston was OK,and the jobs we did were hard but I got to see
the east coast from on end to the other,and learned that its just not for me.
Too much violence and not enough police.
Going back home.
You ever met someone that says something that just hits
you like a ton of bricks?I did one morning in New Jersey.We had gotten
up early to go to the job site and stopped at the usual doughnut shop
for coffee and breakfast before work.I had an arm full of stuff to take
to the counter,but I needed a doughnut out of the glass case that they had.
It was one of those help yourself type cases and I couldn't open the door
cause I had to much stuff to carry.This little old lady came up to me and
all she said was "You look like you need a mother to help you."Then she opened
up the case and grabbed my doughnut for me.It triggered something in me and
made me want to call home.Later that night I called my mom.We talked about
how I was doing and then she mentioned that I had a letter from an old
girlfriend.The minute I heard that,I wanted to go home.I made arrangements
with my boss and hopped a train two days later for Minnesota.(thats where I
live)
If you ever get a chance,take a train across country.Its a wonderful way to
see the counrtyside and meet people.*S*
Old Flame,New Love
The first thing I did when I got home was open the letter I was sent.
The girl that sent it was an old girlfriend and I had thought about her often on
the road.I had even gone so far as to make a tape of all the music I could
find that reminded me of her and I played it every day on the road.I wonder what the
people I worked with would of thought if they knew that little fact...*L*Anyways,
she had left her number to call.I waited to get up the nerve and called her.I had
already made up my mind that if I had the chance to see her again I was going to
ask her to go back out with me.We had kind of a weird relationship the first time
we went out.Not once in the year and a half that we went
out before did I kiss her.Kind of funny now that I think about it.But when I called
her,she wanted to have dinner so we made a date and I went over for spagetti
dinner.I never went back home.*S*About two weeks later we decided that we would get
married eventually....That was in 1991.I worked at ChiChi's as a prep.
cook for the next year.
A Good Friend Passes Away
One night I was sitting at my moms.One of my cousins stopped over with
some pills and wanted to know if I knew what they were.I had no idea so I decided
to call an old friend of mine.She had a bunch of books on prescription medication
and I figured that she would know.When someone answered the phone I asked for
her.The answer I got was "Is this some kind of joke?MarriAnn passed away yesterday!"
I almost dropped the phone.After a long pause I asked for her husband who was
also a good friend of mine.When he got on the phone and told me what had happened I
lost it.That was the first time in years that I had cried,and boy did I cry.
MarriAnn was a close friend but I had not seen her since before I left for
Boston.I regret that to this day.Never stop visiting your close friends!Cause they
can be gone tomorrow!Her husband told me that the funeral was the next day.
It was the first and probably the last funeral I will ever attend,except for my own.
I owe my cousin more than he knows for coming over that day.I think I was supposed
to go to that funeral,I still find it odd how I found out though.Coincidence?
I don't think so.
Baby is coming!
At this time I was still living in Duluth MN.For anyone who does not
know where that is,its right on the nose of Lake Superior.I was still working at ChiChi's,and my
fiance and I were living together.One day she came into work and just blurted out "I am pregnant".
I think she was worried that I was going to run away.*L*Not me!Well,this changed
everything!I think we both knew that living in Duluth would be to expensive
with a baby so I took up my brothers offer to move to Hibbing MN. to work for
an aqua farm.My oldest brother seemed to have a good job working for this company so we moved.
That was is June of 1992.
Hard Times
The move was easy.It took one car load to get everything we owned to
Hibbing.I found an apartment in the same building as my brother and started to work at the fish
farm.I liked the job but it was the hardest job I have ever had.Its a good
thing I like fish!*L*Cause we lived off of it for a long time.I wasn't making
enough money at the farm so we had to go on Welfare for a while.I also started drinking a lot.
My fiance and I were married in January of 1993 in front of a judge.She was 8
months pregnant and was afraid that our son would be born out of wedlock.
My first son was born Feb.17th 1993.My drinking was becoming a habit at this point and we
couldn't keep up with the bills.Everything seemed to be going down hill.During
this time we moved from our small apartment to my brothers apartment cause it was bigger
and he had lots of room.Six weeks later our landlord decided to evict us so
he could move his mother in.No big deal though because we found a better
place above a bar across the street.My brother moved back to Duluth and I was
left with no family but my wife and I and our new little boy.*S*
Once we moved things started to get a little better.I found another job downstairs in the
bar selling pulltabs.My wife must have been realy miserable during this whole time
because she had absolutely no friends,and I was working two jobs and drinking
in my free time at the bar.I liked the pulltab job though,made lots of money in tips!*S*
Welfare cut us off because I was making to much money.During this time I had a dream.
Return Of MarriAnn
One night I had a dream.I was walking through my old neiborhood in Duluth,
when I met my dead friends little boy Zeke.He told me that his mom wanted to talk to me
and that I should follow him to her house.He brought me to her old house
where she used to live before they moved.I remember that house,I had a lot of good times there.
I walked in the door and there was MarriAnn sitting at her kitchen table.
She smiled at me and said hi.I didn't realize I was dreaming at first.
Then when she said that she was here to tell me that she was OK things came
into focus a bit.I asked her what she was doing here and she said that
she was waiting to go to a better place.She didn't say where though.
Then she asked me if I would tuck her into bed and I said yes.I followed her
up her stairs and into her room.She crawled into bed and I covered her up
with a blanket.The next thing I knew I was standing outside her house.Zeke was there
and thanked me for talking with his mother.On my way down the street I saw a
blonde haired baby sitting in the ditch crying.I remember thinking that I couldn't believe
that some one would just leave a baby in a ditch like that!The baby looked at me and stopped crying.
Then Zeke pulled me off down the street saying that I had to go.Little did I know at the
time that the baby in the ditch was my next son.But two years later when my wife had our second baby,
he came out with blond hair. When I saw him I knew he was the baby in the ditch in my dream.It was an instant
recognition! Now that was wierd! Someone suggested once that the baby might be
MarriAnn reincarnated and that always stuck with me...
Why not?
*S*
Sure does
have her blond hair and temper!
*LOL*
Puzzle Pieces
About the beginning of 1994 I had to quit my pulltab job because
my other job at the fish farm was requiring all of my time. It was the busy
time of the year at the farm and I worked long hours. I was offered a midnight
position at work and I took it. I was left alone durring the night to do
cleanup. Let me tell you,it was a gross job.
Anyways,during this time I
began talking to myself at work. Not like I was getting answers or anything,
but I found that when I talked to myself out loud I would work on problems
that I was having in life. One of the first talks I had with myself was
about my drinking. I made myself realize that the amount of drinking I was
doing was bad for me and bad for my wife and son. So I quit drinking for a while.
Things started to get better after that. Then I started reviewing my life. I went
through all of the things I had done and had experienced, and had a realization.
Not everyone has the amount of experiences I have encountered. About this time
my wife had found a job working in a home for the physically and mentally challanged.
She seemed to enjoy the job and I was happy to see her meet new people, but I
was uncomfortable with the clients that she was helping. I was not used to being
around handicapped persons at the time. She also started bringing her clients to church and wanted to get my son baptised. I wasn't to fond of the idea, and the church minister started coming to the house to talk me into joining. They would not baptise him unless we joined the congregation. Well, this got me thinking religion. I brought up the spiritual encounter that I had, but he just kind of ignored what I told him. That bothered me a bit. He stopped coming over after that too. But I started a more in depth life review because of him and I guess I owe him for that. I started reading more books on spiritual awareness and finally it hit me! WOW! I just might have some talents that I wasn't even aware of. I went out and bought a deck of Tarot cards just to see what would happen.
Complicated STUFF!
If you have never tried to read Tarot card and just pick up a deck,let me warn you.Its not as easy as one might think!I figured I would fool around with them for a bit and that would be the end of it.The deck I was learning was The Rider Waite Tarot Deck,a deck consisting of 78 cards,56 basic cards and 22 major Arcana cards.They looked cool!Well,I started to read the book that came with them and realized that in order to learn them I had to study them all.I am a slacker by nature but felt like it might be worth while to learn something different.So I devoted a lot of time into writing and rewriting the meanings to the cards.My memory is not all that good, so I had a hard time at first.The book I was reading suggested meditating on each card.I thought that was a waste of time.I had never even tried meditation before.But I did want to learn so I gave it a shot.Meditation,A gateway to the soul!I had no idea what meditation really was at the time.Being curious I went to the library and looked up some books.I didn't find much on meditation,But I did find another book Called The Power Of Psychotronics.This was a book on tapping into the power of the mind.It was an old book though and I checked it out.I read the book in two days.It discussed controlling the thoughts of others through sending them love,melting clouds,seeing auras and a bunch of other stuff,and meditation through visualization.Well,I tried all of the stuff in that book.The greatest success was in the meditation,aura gazing and cloud melting.When I started meditating at first nothing happened,so I thought I would call one of those 900 psychics.Well,The one I talked to suggested candle flame meditation to get started.That night I bought a candle and started to stare at it.After a while I fell asleep.So the next night I tried again.(I had even gone so far as to devote a whole room in my appartment to meditation.)This Time when I sat down I imagined a white light surrounding my body and stated out loud that I wanted to meditate on seeing auras,then I stared at the candle.Freeing your mind is a hard thing to do but somehow I managed to do it.I lost track of time.When I started to come out of what I assume was a trance I looked down at my hand and there it was,my aura.Wasn't anything big,just a small outline with a blue shimmer to it.At first I thought I was hallucinating.I closed my eyes and looked again.It was still there!WOW!Now that was the coolest feeling!I could see it plain as day.That was the end of my meditation for the night.
More meditation,more results!
The next few weeks I meditated every night,first on my aura,which I found I could brighten just by commanding it to do so,then on my cards.I started with The first card in my deck or card 0 The Fool.This card seemed to fit me so well!I was on the beginning of a spiritual journey!Then on all the other cards.At one point I started to dream about the cards,and I still have not figured out some of the meanings to my dreams.But I began to see the connection between the cards much better.Then I started meditating of seeing my future.I had a few dreams after that where I would see my son getting into stuff and I would wake up and tell my wife what I saw.I am glad I did tell her because the next few days the things I told her started to come true.If you have never had these kind of dreams,I will describe them for you.They are different than a regular dream.They are fuzzy and almost like looking through a tunnel.Its like looking through your eyes with tunnel vision.Now I thought that was very cool!The dreams were of small things though,like my son getting into the fridge in the morning and breaking the eggs or getting into a closet that we had locked up.But they were happening none the less!I also kept focusing on my aura and began to notice auras around everything!And I mean everything!Trees have wonderful auras that seem to suck in and blow out strange particles.Never did figure that one out.*L*My card readings improved a bit but reading for my wife became a problem as I found myself putting in my own thoughts and not those of the cards.Its hard to keep a third perspective if you are emotionaly involved.I also discovered that some things are best left alone as certain cards kept reappearing in my spreads...Namely the 3 of swords and the Tower...I can't get into that though cause I made a promise.*S*
Dark night of the soul
During this time my place of work closed down and I was laid off permanently.My wife was doing well at her job so I figured we would be OK.I suddenly had lots of time on my hands!I started meditating more often on several different things.I was becoming very good at it and was to the point where I could put myself into a trance in only a minute or two.Then some unexpected things happened and one night I was left in utter despair.It was something that left me totally in shock and wiped me out completely to the point of a nervous breakdown.I didn't know what to do and after three days of non-stop crying I decided that I had to do something!So I went for a walk and talked to the spirits.All I asked was for some clarity and help in telling me what I should do.The answers came later that night as I laid crying.I needed to face my pain and deal with it.I had this feeling that if I just admitted my mistakes and changes my ways things would work out.I had this sense of clarity that I was not familiar with,and to this day when things go wrong I ask for clarity and usually get it.Another connection!My life began to change drastically at this point.I began to feel more and hate less.At this point I would like to say that there is a difference between hate and anger,and both are feelings that we as humans need in order to survive.The key is in the control of these emotions.No one,no matter what they say will ever be free of these emotions.
Its just a fact of life.
Kind of a long story so far huh?
But wait, theres more!
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