Vanessa’s Journey Begins…

To say I have a pit in my stomach is an understatement. Writing this intro has been hovering over my head like coyote trying to catch the road runner (I’m older than Cassandra so some of my references may escape you youngens).…. I surrender!  But it’s time to take another leap of faith and exhale this journey to all of you. I hope to do this with my witty sarcastic humor tossed in with some real shit I’ve learned over the years (too many at this point). 

Unlike Cassandra I do shave my legs and I do know how to do Reiki. However, I do love a good martini, dirty please and do NOT wear Patchouli either . Anyone that’s been close to me knows I smell so fresh and so clean….like a blooming garden of flowers and morning dew on a bright spring day….errr rewind sorry I got side tracked… wrong post…lets continue.

Also unlike Cassandra, this isn’t my profession as I’m not a medium by trade but I do somehow channel some kind of knowing as I represent talented and beautiful people and help make THEIR dreams come true, go figure!

My journey began at an early age.. maybe 1 or 2 yrs old to be honest, (yes I’m gifted but too bad I didn’t realize it until a few years ago, what if? lol). I remember always being up and aware as a child.. never wanting to miss a thing (major FOMO if you will). The rare times I did sleep I dreamt A LOT! My dreams were vivid, even recuring like the one where my mom was a “fembot” (Bionic Woman reference for you millennials) and she was my “new” mom. It was repeatedly terrifying to say the least.  I would wake up in the mornings and lightly, almost, inconspicuously tug at her face to make sure she was real!  This went on for awhile while my mom thought I was caressing her (nicely done I must say). It was more around the age of 7 (must be something powerful about that number) that I felt them. Was I awake or sleeping?…I felt tugs at my feet, caresses on my cheek, dips in my mattress like someone was sitting next to me and I counted down in my head and mustered up the strength while holding my breath to bolt into my parents room in pitch darkness and sleep next to them (I was 7 cut me some slack). Or it could have been that long lanky cloth doll that they thought I loved who stayed on my bed and came to life at night.. either way I didn’t know and we still laugh to this day about how much I hated that raggedy faced cotton stuffed 4 ft. tall creeper. I guess I was a really good actress :).

Over time, I always needed to sleep to music or tv but I was and still am a dreamer at night and  also by day and sadly I fantasize way too much…to the point where I can’t remember if its real or not..I’m that good! If only I could download the movie in my head to sheets of paper in nano seconds, I’d have a few blockbuster hits on my hands and likely some oscars 🙂

I do remember one specific time at 13 or 14 yrs of age where I was visiting family friends in Los Angeles, and was sleeping in my friends room alone and I swear on my life and still stand behind this… I felt like someone was sucking on my toes (so not my thing by the way) and running their fingers through my hair (I do like that ) and I was so freaked out!!!! I remember laying there frozen. It took me what seemed like hours to be fearless enough to to run through the house up a set of narrow stairs to my friends parents bedroom (awkward) as I was convinced someone was in the house. I ran so fast I may have slid back a few steps and crawled up the rest frantically. I busted their door open and screamed “SOMEONE’S IN THE HOUSE!!” and within seconds, her dad was up with a gun running around screaming “WHO’S HERE?”. To my surprise, there was no intruder! After all was calm, I went back to sleep (with one eye open and the sounds of my speeding heartbeat) until morning when everyone was up, again. Thank g-d I was in total shock that night because I didn’t realize when I busted into their bedroom unannounced,  they were in the middle of a little bow chick a wow wow …oh the embarrassment..we laughed for days and my future invitations to visit were surprisingly not revoked.

But I knew something happened that night and on and off for many years. I felt things..(insert “doo do, doo do” music here)…. I had foreshadowing dreams but I never listened to my gut or instincts to know this wasn’t the norm and I surely didn’t think anyone would EVER believe me. I kind of didn’t believe it myself.

I went on with life and had and still have lots of friends, boyfriends (we’ll get into that a bit later lol) and had wonderful times but always felt a bit anxious like I was intuitively getting messages about people, situations, decisions BUT I ignored them.. stupid me..I raised my hand correctly in every hearing test and have perfect hearing so why on earth did I not listen….oh it was my gut not my ears.. noted and many years later I had my “holy shift spiritual awakening” …