I have been plagued by all types of allergies all my life. In the spring of 1994 while living in Indianapolis, Indiana, they got so bad that for the first time, I felt fear because of the increasing interruption they were causing in my life. I had a life I loved — a good man, a thriving private practice as a psychic reader and portrait artist, exciting one-woman art shows, plus, I was writing a book. Yet the allergies were constantly trying to take over. They were gaining ground and something had to be done. I tried everything. Nothing worked. Not allergy shots, acupuncture, or even hypnosis.

I had a nineteen year old Persian cat that didn’t understand why her entry into a room was now a cause for alarm. Curling up in my lap was no longer an option. Try telling that to a cat. If I ate certain foods I had twenty minutes to get to the hospital before my veins collapsed and the accompanying migraine hit. I remember the deep inner knowing that I had that said without a powerful intervention — it was going to be all over for me very soon.

As a seasoned astrologer, I would delve into my natal and progressed horoscopes for answers. I could see what the problem was but I was powerless to do anything about it. A physician client of mine was so concerned he brought me a state of the art air purifier as a gift, and it actually helped. A few days later I was breathing better. Within a week, as long as I didn’t venture outside, I felt almost human. Despite exhaustion, one morning I woke up early, itching all over. After I stopped crying and got the hives under control, I sat quietly sipping tea, watching the sunrise reflect on the pond outside my back door. I closed my eyes momentarily and in that instant I heard the gentle voice of a man speak softly to me and say one word, “surrender.” My eyes flew open. No one was there. I recognized the voice as a Nigerian dialect. But where was he? Who spoke? Read the rest of this entry »