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How Talking to Spirit Reshaped My Life
How Talking To Spirit Reshaped My Life Talking to dead people became easier for me after losing my sister Terri to cancer 18 years ago. It was the first time I experienced the death of someone close to me. I’ve always been psychic and sensitive, and I worked as a psychic consultant for years before…
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Now You See It
Now You See It… Now you don’t. It’s all part of the plan. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror putting on my favorite necklace, and heard the little voice way in the back of my mind. “Don’t wear that.” I resisted. “It’s fine. It’s going to be a fun day; I…
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Bouncing Back, Boundaries, and Big News
Spring Equinox 2023 Spring feels far off as I write from my childhood home in cold, blustery Kansas, so I hold tight to the image of the verdant hills I left behind in California. Recently, my daughter and I seized the opportunity to plant tulip bulbs on a sunny day between soaking storms there. Fearful…
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Before You Drink Your Way Through The Holidays, Consider This
https://medium.com/julia-novak/before-you-drink-your-way-through-the-holidays-consider-this-7acbf07a30bc
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Join Me in England!
Last year my intuition took me down a surprising and rewarding path, connecting me with heartfelt healers in the UK. Join us in the magical ancient setting of Glastonbury in November (details below). You never know where intuition will take you! If you’d like to shake things up closer to home, I’m available for sessions…
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Grinch vs. The Green Flash
I’m known as the Grinch in my family. This morning I intended to write politely about my disdain for Christmas. To implore others to turn away from consumption and the pressure to meet expectations toward something spiritual. The Solstice. The old ways. Back to meaning and light. That’s what I thought. Instead, serendipity led me…
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I’m A Psychic. You Can Be, Too.
Our backyard swing faced the eastern horizon drawn by a tree-lined creek two miles away. It was my favorite place to be alone as a kid. I pumped my arms furiously to gain height, pointing my toes up to the ever-changing Kansas sky, then swooping past wide-open fields where incessant wind tossed tumbleweeds and made…
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It’s All in the Cards
This well loved book has been my guide for 20 years. The cover is no longer attached, pages are falling out. It’s dog-eared and dirty from my hands flipping pages thousands of times. Today, I broke down and ordered a new one for the next 20 years. But I’m still keeping this one. Every new…