It started to happen on a more frequent basis. I was still pretty unsure of what was going on. Then in the Spring of 2002, Terry and I were planning a spring break trip out to the Davis Mountains in West Texas. We saw that John Edward was going to be doing a show in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We got tickets since it was only going to be another 8 hour drive. I needed to go to try to understand the process better. I thought if I could see him in person I could understand what was going on with me better. There was going to be question and answer period before the readings and it would give me an opportunity to hear from John on his process.

A few days before we were set to go during my quiet time nearing sleep I received a message that I was to share with John Edward. Great, I was suppose to ask John Edward “does this and that mean anything to you.” I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Well, we arrived in Albuquerque and there were people all over the place. They had notes, pictures, talking about getting read. There was a quiet desperation with some. We also realized that it was not going to be like Crossing Over on TV with about 200 people in the gallery. No, this was going to be over two thousand people in the gallery.

Terry and I decided to go get something to eat. I asked my guides if they were sure I was suppose to say something to John. I was hoping they would let me back out of it. Instead I got a definite "Yes." I knew I had to do it if I got the chance. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. When we finally got inside we found a place to sit off to the side but quite a ways back from the stage. John came out and it was time to ask questions. At least one hundred hands went up. There was still hope that I could get out of it. With all these people raising their hand what were the odds of me getting picked. After two questions, the microphone was placed in my hands. Oh well, no getting out of it now. I said that I don't know if this makes sense for him and then I shared what I had to say.

John just looked at me. "Are you reading for me?" I told him I don't know what it was all about, only that I was suppose to bring it up here. John's response was that this could make a skeptic out of a psychic. I was sweating bullets by this time. Pretty soon a lady jumped up half way across the floor on my left. She said the message was for her. With John up on stage we had a triangle going. I would give the information, John would ask her how it fit, then she would answer. Everything fit for her, the reading was over and I was still shaking. Her answers gave me a better idea of how the images fit for her.

Afterwards, several people came up to me desperate to connect with loved ones that had crossed over. One lady in particular wanted to connect with her father as she believed her stepmother had killed him. I was overwhelmed with the responsibility. I realized then how much this was not a game but something that was to be taken very serious. I was scared.

The "readings" continued on an impromptu basis. I was never sure when they would come up. I decided that I needed to try to develop them with more intent. I scheduled a "reading from the other side" night at our house and invited people that I was comfortable with. Sure enough, some people came through. At first it seemed disjointed but as the evening continued I was starting to understand the process better.

With the first night under my belt I scheduled another night. Again, it was successful but not near as smooth as with John Edward. I was trying to hard. What I have found is that many of the references won’t hit until the person gets home and then it fits in perfectly. Much of that has to do with they don't have the information, someone at home has it or there is an excitement that the person receiving the reading has that blocks things out.

I have then decided to do my first public reading at a massage clinic off of 1960. There were about 8 people there. One of them was an elderly women. Her husband came through. She was a tough one. She was not showing if any of what I was saying was coming through. She was playing it close to the belt. I said a few things and she said that didn't fit. As time went on I was able to come and tell her more of how I was seeing it. She agreed that it was correct. I then gave her a phrase and "bingo" she said that did it. She knew it was her husband. She later sent me an e-mail and shared how other things that I said fit also but she was looking at them wrong.

Doing readings is a strange sort of happening. I talk about it being like playing charades with the other side, or I should say the other side plays charades with me. They give me images (clairvoyance), the give me physical feelings (clairsentience), and they present words in my mind (clairaudience). I then have to present to the person what they want me to say which is the trick. The hardest part for me has been to just give what is being presented instead of trying to have it make sense in my mind for the person that I am doing the reading for. As John told me that night, it is not suppose to make sense to me. It is suppose to make sense for the person being read.

I unexpectedly did a reading in a class that I was teaching one time and the person gave me their real name. The person wasn't expecting a reading a the time. She was feeling overwhelmed that her grandmother was there. I was feeling shaky at the time. I try not to do this sort of thing in front of my class at school. It isn’t part of the curriculum. Somewhere in there I said, "why are they showing me a rabbit" it never registered. A few days later she talked to me and couldn't figure out why her grandmother gave me her real name when she went by her nick name "Bunny." It was then that another person that was there at the time remembered the rabbit reference because she said when she heard me talk about a rabbit she thought I was really losing it. I had forgotten about the rabbit reference.

So today I am still learning the language of the other side. With each reading I get new symbols and feelings in to add to my dictionary. I am not as fluent in the language as John Edward or James Van Prague but I am getting there. If you come for a reading I cannot promise who will come through, only that I will do my best to interpret the information correctly.