7 Home Remedies for Clearing Toxic Energy


Toxic people are everywhere and with them, toxic energy.  Many of us perceive these lower vibrational energies but write them off.  When you are around some negative energy you will immediately start to feel drained. This is not some figment of your imagination.

I was once around a person so toxic I literally thought I had developed Narcolepsy.  Every time I would come home from being with him, I passed out.  I was in an energy coma and it took days to recover.    If you could see the energetic transference of energy you would see what looks like little hooks, that literally fly out from one person to another hooking into their chakras.  These “cords” can suck your precious energy right out from under your nose energizing the person stealing and and leaving you weak and vulnerable to psychic attack. This is very real and you must be vigilant in protecting yourself.

There are a few signs the body gives almost immediately when you are in the presence of an energy vampire.

  1. Headaches.  If every time you are with someone and you get a headache, you might want to think about what your body is telling you.  The amount of toxic energy you are absorbing is literally making your head throb.
  2. Fatigue.  If you are exhausted to the point of needing a nap, you might have been sucked dry by an energy vampire.  Sleep will help as it will allow the body to recharge.
  3. Anxiety.  I know it sounds strange but the human body is an amazing conductor.  It perceives things we love to ignore.  If you are always anxious around someone (and I’m not talking about puppy love butterflies) you might want to re-think the relationship.

Now there are many people who do not realize they are doing this.  So please do not automatically assume that someone who sucks your energy dry is a “bad” person.  This couldn’t be farther from the truth.  They just haven’t mastered control of their energy and tend to take it from any one and everyone they can.

Please note, that these are tools which I use personally.  There are many more out there which are not included here, and there are many alternative ways in doing the ones listed below.  These are just a few things I have used along the way on my journey that have helped me.


This tried and true remedy is my first go to.  I always keep white sage sticks around my house to cleanse the air.  It doesn’t matter who had been at my home, the Dalai Lama could have been staying here and I will still Sage after he leaves.  People carry all sorts of energies with them so cleaning your space is important for a clear and focused channel.



Water is not only the best cleanser but it is extremely healing.  In many countries bathing in the sea at the start of a new year is thought to was away the energy of the past and bring in a fresh new start to your year.  Salt is a great cleanser and not to mention a good source of magnesium.  Pour one cup into a warm bath, relax and let the salt carry away the bad energies.  You can even envision the gunk going down the drain when you are done.  Add fresh rose petals, lavender, or lemon oil to enlighten, relax or energize you.


They make wonderful Sage sprays that you can literally carry in your purse for emergency cleansing.  These are wonderful.  Whenever you are feeling like you are carrying more than your own energetic weight, these sprays are fantastic for clearing the air.


Crystals are so very powerful.  There are so many of them to choose from and they each have different properties.  When removing energy that is negative, Black Obsidian is my crystal of choice.  It literally sucks all the negativity out of your auric field.  Be sure to sage it before using and after using.  You can charge crystals under the full moon but remember that you are resetting the stone.  So any good energy of yours it was holding will be gone when charged under the moon.  That being said, when you first buy them always charge them in moonlight.

I sometimes carry a small piece of black obsidian in my bag to hold just in case I am around a truly toxic situation or person.  It helps!


Chanting is a wonderful way to open yourself up to the higher dimensions, and dispel any negativity and toxicity you have garnered along the journey of life.  It is also a way to absolve Karmic ties and influences from this and past lives.   Chanting is wonderful, because sincere daily practice can actually remove toxic people from your life without you ever having to do a thing.   The universe will give you what is truly for your highest good. I cannot say enough about chanting and will expand on the topic in a future post.


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Movement of any sort is really good at getting rid of bad energy.  Dancing, running, yoga, pilates, sports, swimming, you name it, it works.  They will all work in moving the toxic energies out of your auric field.  Since they also raise your endorphins, you will feel super happy which is always the best way to combat negativity. Movement is a must to stay positive and I highly suggest doing it.


Lemons are amazing little fruits!  They have the ability to suck up all the negative energy in a room and absorb it into their porous little bodies.  There are so many uses for this super power fruit I can’t even begin to expand upon them all.  Here are my top three:

  1. Put a bowl of lemons out when you feel you need to clear the air.  The lemons will absorb any and all toxic residue left behind by guests, ex-lovers or even by you after being out and about for the day.
  2. Have someone in your life you need to chill the hell out? Cut open half a lemon. Place a piece of paper with that persons name inside.  Close the two halves.  Wrap the lemon in tin foil and throw it in the freezer.  I sometimes yell “Chill Out”  if that person is especially irritating.  You can remove the lemon from your freezer whenever you are ready.
  3. Lemon Water.  Drink as much of it as you can.  It not only clears the skin but it literally resets your system if you are suffering from anxiety  or depression.  Drink a gallon of lemon water a day and you will see what miracles can happen.

These are just some of my favorite things when it comes eliminating toxic energies.   If you find yourself in the presence of a toxic person who you can quickly remove yourself from, great!  If like most of us, you find them creeping into all areas of your life, relaz and remember, you have the power to rid yourself of toxic energy.

Spread the Love,



Be Careful Who You Trust

Tales Of A Psychic Junkie 4.jpegMy whole life I have attracted needy people who do nothing more than drain my precious energy.  Having this spirit of always wanting to help or take care of people led me attract strays. We are all like this in some ways, especially if we are givers.  Givers by nature attract takers, so we must be super careful to make sure that we don’t allow toxic people to slip in under the radar because we are so blinded by our need to help or save them.

It is not just intimate relationships that bring these people.  Toxic people can come in all different forms: a parent, teacher, employer, friend, lover or partner.  I have had so many one-sided toxic friendships, it was almost comical.  Whenever anyone entered my life, it was just a matter of time before their true colors (and motives) would become clear, and I was desperately trying to figure out how to rid myself of the trash.

A few years back I had come to meet a woman who had just broken up with her boyfriend, and was in the midst of a horrifying fight with her best friend.  She asked if I would want to meet her in midtown for lunch and thinking we had a bit in common as we were both actresses, I went.  The entire time all she did was complain to me about her friend and how mean she was, etc.  I was okay with it, because 1, people need to vent. 2. They always seem to feel like venting to me (must be my face) and 3. We all have moments when our friends piss us off.  It doesn’t’ mean we don’t love them, it means we are simply annoyed at the very human thing our friend may have done.

I didn’t’ think much of it and went on my way.  Over the next few weeks this young lady was attached to me like flies on shit.  She called me every day.  We met for coffee, lunch, dinner, drinks (even though I don’t drink) I saw more of her than I did my own reflection and being a Leo and often times very vain, that is saying a lot.  I started to notice that every single time we hung out she would bad mouth people.

Feeling uneasy about this fledgling new relationship, I found myself sitting in a small boutique shop on the lower east side getting a reading.

The woman before me shuffled the Tarot and laid out my cards.

“You must be careful who you trust.  All around you are not friends.  Make sure you dot your i’s and cross your t’s because otherwise you may find something you have given is lost”


Hmmm. I thought.

“There is someone (a woman) around you who feigns friendship because she wants something from you.  She continued

“What does she want?”  I asked

“It looks like she wants you to help her in some way.  It will be revealed to you in time, but be careful.  She is not a woman who chooses her words wisely.  Slander and gossip fall from her tongue easily.  She is surface, nothing lies beneath.  Vapid and self-centered.  This is not someone you want to have in your life and if you persist the Universe will remove her.”

I thanked the woman for the reading and went about wandering the streets of NY for the next two hours pondering what she had told me.

A few days later that young women finally asked me.

“I am writing a screenplay.  I was hoping you would direct it.”

Now this wasn’t a horrible request, as at the time I was always looking for new projects.  So I set off without another thought, or a contract.

For weeks we worked on her project. I rewrote her horribly written screenplay into something interesting and compelling.  All seemed to be well until one day I just stopped hearing from her.  She would not answer any calls or emails.  This parasite that had become another appendage on my already slight frame had all but amputated herself from my life.  It was as if she’d just dropped off the face of the earth.

Months went by before I understood what had happened.  This young lady had taken what we had worked on together and shopped it around to another director.  She then proceeded to bad mouth me to everyone she met, many of whom told me about it albeit it months after.  I was devastated.  What had I done?  Where had I gone wrong?  Then, I remembered:

“You must be careful who you trust.  All around you are not friends.  Make sure you dot your i’s and cross your t’s because otherwise you may find something you have given is lost”

There it was.  I had not heeded a warning that came to me almost six months before I had made that stupid error.  We all attract people into our lives who are not always the best for us.  We tend to know it immediately, but rarely listen. There are a few things you can do to rid yourself of toxic energy when you find yourself overwhelmed by it.   I’ve written about a few of them in ,7 Home Remedies for Clearing Toxic Energy.  I find that these work wonders and can help gear you to the right vibrational matches.

I had learned a lot from this experience.  From that point on this psychic junkie was no longer going to simply trust anyone… I was going to learn this lesson, although it would take me many years to actually get the hang of it and I am still no where near mastering it.

Keep Seeking,




Reshuffle. Reshuffle. Reshuffle



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It is the plight of every great psychic when they are giving a reading, to have the person on the receiving end become less than thrilled with the outcome.  After all, most people aren’t looking for the truth, they are waiting to be told what they want to hear.

My dear friend Bertha had asked me to take her to see a very good psychic in the Bronx who we will call “Bella.”  Now I had gone to Bella many times and she was as good as they come.  She was rough around the edges, and highly paranoid but other than that, she was a fantastic reader.

I went first and Bertha waited outside in the lobby.  Bella didn’t want to cross energies.  After my reading Bertha went in for hers.  I paced the lobby waiting for her and a half hour later she emerged, less than enamored.

“How was it?”  I asked

“She’s the worst.” Was the reply.

“Well what did she tell you?”

Bertha looked like she had sucked down and enourmous bag of sour patch kids.  Her whole face was puckered in such a way I thought it might cave into her head.

“She said that Rony and I are not going to make it.”

I had heard very little about this Rony character.  All I knew was that Bertha and Rony had been hooking up for the last three months.  I had never met him in person as he liked to keep himself away from her friends.  While I found this a bit odd, I just tossed it up to each is own and went about my way.

Bertha was so perturbed at this idea she turned to me and sharply said, “I want you to read my cards.”

I almost choked.  “What?”

“You can read cards.  You tell me what I know in my heart to be true.”

Against my better judgement I went home and obliged my slowly psychcotic turning friend.

I shuffled, she picked her cards and we went into the reading.  The minute I saw the tarot cards I gasped.   The King of Wands and The Page of Cups were followed by the Devil, the Lovers and finally the Three of Swords.  Underneath the King of Wands was the Queen of Wands.

“Bertha.  Is Rony married?! I exclaimed in a non-existant attempt at holding back.

Bertha turned beet red.  “Is that what the cards are saying?  He’s still with that bitch.”

“Bertha, that bitch is his wife and he’s not leaving her.  He’s not going to end it with her.”

“Reshuffle.” she spat

At first I was a little taken aback at her brazen demand.  But ever the empath, I decided to appease my slowly unhinging friend.  I reshuffled and laid the cards out.

“Same outcome Bertha.”  I said.  As a matter of fact, almost all the same cards appeared.”

Bertha slammed her fist into my favorite throw pillow sending the beads flying.  Perhaps we should’ve discussed her anger issues.  I thought it best not to bring it up.

“Reshuffle.” She said.

“Bertha.  The outcome is going to be the same…”

“Just do it.”

I did.  Four more times with no change to the outcome.  It was as if the cards were becoming more impatient with her by the minute.  When the Ten of Swords appeared followed by the Three of Swords and lastly the Devil, I’d had enough.

“My cards are off the clock. They’ve given you you’re answer.  Do what you want with the information.  My fingers are raw from shuffling.”

Bertha pushed the cards off the bed in the most petulant of ways and huffed her way out of my apartment.  She slammed the door so hard my Marilyn paintings went crashing to the ground.

It would be four months before she would speak to me again.  And this was only after Ms. Bertha was dropped by her married lover who incidentally had a restraining order against her.  Ms. Bertha learned the hard way that sometimes in life, you just cannot reshuffle.


Keep Seeking,




The Liar, the Bitch and the BJ: Part II


“He’s lying,” Said Scarlett without so much as a pause.  “Whatever line of crap he is giving you … it is all a lie.”

It had been two days since my boyfriend Matt came back from LA with a little secret that with the help of my psychic Scarlet and my best friend was being slowly revealed.

I looked at the number written on my notepad.  Brigit.  I could call her and find out what really happened. She would tell me right?  After all, we gals are supposed to stick together.

I immediately called Stephie. ” What do you think? Should I just call this slut puppy and  see if she will tell me the truth?”

Ever the feminist Stephie replied, “Well don’t call her a slut.  WE don’t know that she’s actually a slut. She might not have known that Matt had a girlfriend.  He’s very good at lying, he probably lied to her too.”

I thought about it for a moment.  It was true.  There was no reason to throw this girl under the bus, after all she might be a victim too.

Stephie arrived at my apartment an hour later.  We dialed the phone making sure to  keep it on speaker.

“Hello” came a familiar voice.

“Hi. This is Matt’s girlfriend. It appears you might have spent some quality time with him the past weekend.”

Silence. Then:

“I might have met him.  I meet a lot of people in my line of work.”

I felt the sarcasm rising in my throat but cut myself off right before the snark left my lips.

“Might have met him?  I know you met, I saw of picture of the two of you at the club.”

Silence again. “I can’t believe this.  He… I can’t believe this.”

“So it’s true?  You hooked up with him?”

“No it’s not true.” she retorted.

Stephie crinkled her nose.

I admit I was a bit taken aback.  Typically when I called some chic that Matt hooked up with they were all too willing to apologize and admit it.  Was it possible that this chic was just a female version of Matt?

“Listen, I’m sure if I were you, I’d be embarrassed right now but woman to woman, I just want to know the truth.”

I thought for a moment that Brigit might have had some compassion for me seeing that she is a woman too.  She hadn’t known he was taken.  She might have even thought that he was going to have a long distance relationship with her.  Sure they just met for 24 hours but stranger things have happened.

“Look.  If your boyfriend is cheating on you, that’s not my problem, it’s yours. ”

I held the phone away from my face to avoid blowing it up with my energetic rage.

“So you knew about me.”

“He told me twice he had a girlfriend but like I said, we didn’t hook up.”  She was becoming suddenly very brazen.

“Well he told me you did.” I lied.  “So why would he say that if it wasn’t true.”

“Well if he told you then why are you calling me?” was the response.

Touché, I thought. Before I could react, Stephie had grabbed the phone “You stupid slut!  Where are your morals? This must just be another day in your life when some random guy with a girlfriend uses your mouth as a toilet bowl.”

With that I grabbed the phone and hung it up.

“Well.  Now I know it’s true.”

“I cannot believe that girl.  She is what is wrong with women.  Women do not stick together, they tear each other apart.  If she would have told Matt to go fuck himself then she would be…”

“Steph.  Who cares.  She is one on a long list of many.  I know you are hoping that somehow you can led the charge on the “I am Woman” movement but you might be in for a bigger fight then you anticipate.”

Stephie nodded her head.

“Besides.  We have a bigger fish to fry.”

I text Matt that he should not come home because I was afraid I couldn’t be responsible for what I might do to him.  He of course arrived a half hour later.

“I spoke to Brigit.”

Matt had that incredulous look on his face that always overcomes me with a feeling of wanting to slap him.

“I did not hook up with that girl.”

“She said you did.”

“She wouldn’t say that.”

Wow were these two meant for each other, I thought.

“Why not?”

“Why would some girl tell you she hooked up with your boyfriend?”

“I think the real question is why would my boyfriend hook up with some random girl?”

“You know what, you’re crazy.” he spat at me.

There it was … the “you’re crazy” line.  The line that admits guilt for all sociopaths and narcissists almost instantaneously.  Rest assured young ones when you hear that line, it’s game over and you have won.

Matt screamed at the top of his lungs in hopes that the volume would somehow trigger a reaction in my brain proving him innocent once and for all.

But all I kept hearing  was Scarlet. “He’s lying.” Whatever line of crap he’s giving you is just a lie.”

I threw a vase at Matt and chased him out of my apartment with a broom.  It would be another whole two months before Matt would admit to what happened out in LA.  By that time we were already broken up as there would be one more incident that would finally cause me to snap. And as with all things in my world of having to know, there was one very in tune psychic who would be advising this junkie on how exactly to rid myself of the trash once and for all.

To See or Not to See … What Is Your Question?

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I paced the large windows of my Upper East Side Apartment.  God bless NYC the city that never sleeps, otherwise I might be feeling insecure about my three a.m. pacing.

Where is he? I thought.

I had been living with my boyfriend Matt for the last year and he had developed this very interesting habit of having multiple “guys nights” beginning on Thursday and ending somewhere in the wee hours of Sunday morning.  Trying not to be the over controlling psychotic girlfriend who doesn’t “trust” her boyfriend I didn’t protest. I couldn’t let Matt see me as insecure.  I was the cool girlfriend remember? No, rather than be categorized as crazy,  I did what I do best…called a psychic.

“Welcome to Keen, your personal advisor.  Please hold while we contact the person you’ve selected.  This may take a minute so please be patient.”

Within  seconds I was connected.

“Hi this is Angela, what is your question?” said a melodic voice on the other end of the phone.

I wasted no time and got right to it.  “My boyfriend has been gone all night… since 6pm and isn’t answering my calls.  Is he cheating on me?”

“What is his name?”

“Matt.” I replied.

“Hang on a second.”  I could hear the shuffling of the cards.  I kept wanting her to say no, that he was hopelessly devoted to me but that somehow his phone died and he was lost, or he had been kidnapped and having his kidneys stolen, or quite possibly dead …  anything but cheating.  But my heart knew better.

“Okay.  Well I do see him with someone.  A female. dark hair.”

My heart stopped.

“Is he sleeping with her?”

“Sleeping is not the word I would use here.  I would say he is or has been intimate with her, yes.  I’m sorry sweetie.

“Where is he? Can you see him?”

“I do see him. It looks like they’re in an apartment of sorts, maybe a hotel room or a youth hostel. Something like that.”

I could feel my heart beating through my chest.

She continued. “Ya know this guy just isn’t really the one for you.  There is someone much better coming in once you ditch this loser.”

“Yes I know.  Every psychic, friend, family member, or general human I come in contact with  has told me that.  Do you know what it’s like when every time you walk into a room with your boyfriend people look at you like “Okay who brought the douchebag?”

She laughed. ” Actually yes. I can relate. Look honey,  if that’s not the universe telling ya something, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m just not ready to let go.  I’m not being very strong right now.” I said most pathetically.

“You will be.  One day there will be a straw that breaks the camels back and you will be surprised at how strong you will be.  There will be no turning back.  You will do it and move on.”

I thanked her for the reading and gave her a five star rating.

I stared out the window for a good long time. Finally, I picked up the phone and called my bestie.

“Get your shortest skirt and highest heels.  We’re going downtown.”

As the cab pulled up in front of Marquee, Steph and I could see Matt’s gaggle of friends hanging outside.

“Hey Frankie” Steph yelled as we crossed the street.  You could see the fear in his eyes as they shifted wildly from her to me back to her then to me.

“Where is he?” I growled.

Frankie stuttered making a valiant effort in coming up with a story but alas he just wasn’t a good liar.

“If you don’t tell us right now where he is I’m going to charge you interest on all the money I’ve lent you.” Steph’s green eyes burned with rage.  You do not mess with Steph and money. Ever.

Score! Frankie hung his head in defeat. “Okay but if I tell you, you didn’t hear it from me.”

Of course I didn’t hear from you I thought as this poor unfortunate soul spilled his guts on a manhattan street corner… I have a secret weapon that I’ll never mention to you.

Steph and I pulled up in front of a youth hostel five blocks away from Marquee.  Our timing was almost too perfect as Matt came bouncing out undoubtedly after receiving the warning call from his goons.

As Matt and I locked eyes, mine burning with rage, he began searching the ethers for an explanation.

“Babe. It’s not what it looks like.  I can explain.”

No need I thought as this myopic worm spun a tale worthy of a pulitzer…

Let this be a lesson to you and all your lying cheating friends.  When dealing with matters of the heart, you can’t fuck with a psychic junkie.

A Strange Prediction

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During my limited time in college I became drawn to ballroom dancing.  I tell everyone I’ve ever spoken to that ballroom dancing saved my life, and I maintain that fact to this very day.  I taught at many prestigious schools throughout my early twenties.  As part of the packages sold to customers, a Friday night dance was included.  it was a time where students could put into action what they had learned.

While at one of the Friday night dances I was approached by a rather odd little women with a sweet smile.  She said her name was *Leigh and she was working at the studio because she was staying with the owners.  I nodded.  She then began to tell me I had great energy.  Anyone who begins talking about energy immediately gets my attention.  She was an intuitive and offered to give me a reading.

Hmmm. Let me think about this. ummm yes!  I followed her into the coat room where she took my hand and began.  She didn’t say much of anything until…

“I see you in a box sort of thing.  It has something to with the number nine.”

“A box?  Like a pine box?” I quipped.

Leigh shook her head.  “No I don’t see physical death.  But it feels like something … I don’t know a metal box?  yeah is metal for sure.  It’s strange.”

I thanked Leigh for her reading.  Lost in my thoughts I ran right into my boss Diane, on the stairs.   She looked at me, then saw Leigh on her cellphone in the lobby.  “Oh did Leigh give you one of her psycho readings?”

There is that comparison again.  I nodded.  “Keep your guard up with that one.  She’s not firing on all cylinders if you know what I mean.”

“Oh I’m not going to be friends with her.”

Diane stared at me.  “Just be careful.”

On my way back to the city I couldn’t help but run Leighs prediction through my head over and over.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on what she saw or how to interpret it.  I decided to sleep on it.  Maybe the answer would come in the morning.

The next morning as I was rushing to work I decided to take the elevator as opposed to the stairs which I prefer because I am scared of elevators.The doors opened and a nice man was in there with his laundry.  We smiled at each other and I got in.  We began descending.  The elevator stopped on the ninth floor for another person.  Only that person never got in.   The door opened for a quick second jammed back an forth possessed by some strange force, then slammed close.

We weren’t moving.  We were stuck.  I dropped to my knees and hit the call button.  Immediately I heard the front desk.  “Is everyone okay in the elevator?”

“No we are not fucking okay.” I  screeched.  “We are stuck!”

“Okay hang on.  We will have you out in a minute.” he replied

The man in the elevator was very calm … unlike me.  “Do you want to sit on my laundry bag.  Just breathe. It will be okay.”

I sat on the bag and started practicing my breathing.

“Have you ever been stuck in one of these before?” I asked between exhales.

“A few times in my life. But they don’t bother me.” he replied.

“What are you like an elevator operator or something?”

He laughed.  “No, I’m a stuntman.”

“A stuntman?” I perked up. “So can’t you get us out of here?”

He laughed again.  “I doesn’t work like that.  I’m John.”  he extended his hand.

“Angie.  Have you worked on anything I might have seen?”

“We just finished 2 Fast to 2 Furious.”

My ears perked up.  I knew my angels must be with me.  I had a healthy obsession with Paul Walker like most women my age.  Talk about insta calm.  Love my spirit guides.

For the next ten minutes we talked about movies, working on set and all the things I love including Paul.

Suddenly the car stated moving again.  I jumped off the laundry bag with joy.  The light hit “L” and the doors opened.  Two maintenance men greeted us with an Out Of Order sign.

One of the doormen was there too to make sure we were okay.  Really great service in this luxury manhattan high rise.  Me and  John parted ways … as friends.

As I walked down the stairs to the garage it hit me.  That was the box!!  Leigh had seen me stuck in the elevator!  And the number 9 was the floor we were stuck on.

I called Leigh immediately and told her.  We agreed to meet for coffee that evening to discuss.  I didn’t think Leigh was a psycho at all as a matter of fact, this marked the beginning of a beautiful friendship … at least for a little while…

The Promise


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My Mother’s Family in the 1940’s (My mother has been added)

Coming from a big family with my mother being the youngest of seven, I am no stranger to death.  It is to be expected that those that come before you may leave before you would like them too.  In some more traumatizing cases, those much younger than us depart this world before it seems they were even given a chance and such is life.

My Uncle Carlo was like a father to me.  My biological father abandoned us when my brother and I were at the ripe old age of four and five.  He had fallen in love with his “business partner” which started a dysfunctional few years of familial fighting that would permanently scar us.  He wouldn’t completely disappear from our lives until four years later but our world as we knew if was officially devastated.

One shining day we stood in the garden with our uncle.  My brother and I had been crying so much it seemed as though it would never end.  At four and five years old, there is no way to intellectualize what has just happened to you.  All you know is that your father doesn’t love you … he must not …  or why else would he leave you?

As we sat with Uncle Carlo in his garden that beautiful Spring day, we found ourselves overcome with sadness.  Who is going to love us now?  Before we knew what was happening we found ourselves asking him if we could call him daddy.  Now according to my Aunt Mary, my uncle cried for days.  He was heartbroken for us and of course he had said yes.

For years he treated us like his own.  In his company we never felt abandoned, lost, misunderstood or abused.  We would go on hikes in the woods, play golf, ride the tractor or help him make wine in the basement.  He would tell us stories of the war in Italy and how he escaped the Nazi’s.  He made funny faces at us when our aunt yelled at us and was always amused by our shenanigans.  At night while watching TV he wold announce it was time to have a party.  Oreo Cookies and Chocolate Entenmanns Donuts with a glass of milk would appear before us.  We would stay at their house for weeks.  It always smelled like wood burning even in the Summer.  It was the best time of our emotionally fragile lives.

Uncle Carlo in Rome Mid 1950s

Because of Uncle Carlo, Oreo cookies remain my favorite and the smell of wood burning brings me immediate comfort.  He was like a father to us, and would often refer to himself as our “second father.”

So it would come as no surprise that in 2009 when the Universe took him home, I was devastated.  I kept thinking that there was so much left for me to do and he wasn’t going to be there for any of it.  My heart was broken.  It’s a funny thing about a broken heart.  Nothing can ever really heal it.  It can come back together, but it will never truly be the same.

Naturally I wanted to speak with him again.  Being the psychic junkie that I am, I did some research.  I couldn’t talk to just anyone.  I finally found a Medium on Long Island named Glenn Dove.  I had heard great things about him and wasted no time at all in setting up an appointment.

When the date finally arrived, my best friend came along with me.  As we raced out of the Midtown Tunnel I had a nagging thought.  I turned to Stephie and said, “I have a lot of dead relatives and I love them all but I really only want to speak with him today.”

Stephie nodded.  “Well hopefully, he will come through.” she said.  She was very supportive of this adventure, making it all the more comforting.

When we finally sat down across from Glenn I couldn’t help but feel nervous.  What if he doesn’t come through?  What if everything this guy tells me is complete crap?  I’d had so many bullshit readings I was a bit jaded.  Glenn smiled and gestured for me to sit.  He took out a tape recorder and prepared to record our reading.

“Are you ready to begin?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” I said.

Glenn began writing on a piece of paper.  He looked up for a moment.

“Your father is on this earth?” he asked.


“Okay then it must be a grandfather … no, no.  He’s holding up his hand to me and showing me the number two.  He’s saying second father.  He says he was your second father.”

I was speechless.  There was no way this guy could have known that we referred to my uncle as a second father.  I just nodded. “That’s my uncle.”

Glenn continued, “There are a lot of relatives around you right now but he pushed forward to the front because he says you are expecting him.”

The tears poured out of my like a faucet.  They just kept dropping to the ground like  emotional goo.  I couldn’t believe it.  There’s no way he could have heard me.

Glenn paused for a moment, then smiled.  “Have you reached a milestone? Like a birthday or something?

“Yes.  I just turned thirty two days ago.”

“Your relatives are celebrating.  They are throwing roses.  There are roses all around you.  It’s really quite beautiful.”

For the next hour Glenn gave me one of the best readings I had ever had.  More of my relatives came through and he got them all BY NAME.  These are not common names so I was certainly impressed.  Before I left I asked him one final question; “If or when I ever get married.  Do you think my uncle will be there?”

Glenn didn’t hesitate.  “Absolutely.”

“But what if he forgets, or is busy?  It might be a while before that happens and then I might not even know he was there at all.”  I rambled on like a bumbling baby.

Glenn paused for a moment.  “He said he will be standing right beside you.  He will be sure to make it known he is there.  That’s a promise.” Then he added, “Your uncle says he knows that you miss him, but you have important work to do here.  He doesn’t want you to obsess about the loss of his life … he wants you to live yours.”

“Thank you so very much.” I said as I got up to leave.  I felt such comfort in knowing that my uncle was not gone.  The reading had left me with a sense of peace that I hadn’t had in months since his death.

I was married in 2014.  A good friend of mine *Ann who is highly intuitive was at my wedding.  She kept telling me that there was a man standing next to me when I was taking my vows.  “He is so handsome.  He just kept smiling.  Do you know who he is?”

I was so overwhelmed that day I couldn’t think straight.  “No.  These places are always haunted.  It could have been anyone.”  I somewhat dismissed her leading her toward the cocktails.  “Why would some random ghost be smiling at your wedding?” Ann insisted.

“I don’t know.”  I said.  “We are all one on the other side.”  Ann rolled her eyes.  I handed her one of our signature cocktails and made my way back to the party.

Twenty minutes later I found Ann standing in front of the memorial table I had erected to honor mine and my husbands deceased relatives.  Their photos were displayed in vintage gilded frames surrounded by white roses and pillar candles.  There were so many pictures, there would be no way to tell which was which or whose side of the family they were from.

Uncle Carlo
The picture that was on the memorial table.

Ann was holding a picture to her heart.  When she turned around to face me I saw that she was holding the picture of my Uncle Carlo.

She didn’t have to say it.  I knew it was him that she saw.  We stood there and hugged for a good long time.  My make-up streamed down my face leaving lines of tears inked into my skin.

I knew that the final prophecy from my reading with Glenn Dove had come true.  My uncle had attended my wedding, and although I myself couldn’t see him, he had fulfilled his promise;  a promise made from another dimension all those years ago.

While we may miss our loved ones here on Earth in the physical form, they are never truly gone.  They are always with us I don’t know for certain if there is an afterlife.  But I do know for sure that there is life after death.  And maybe the purpose of it all, is just to live.