Case From a Psychic Detective
Case From a Psychic Detective
I was in the back seat and he was glaring back at me from the front with a murderous rage on his face. I knew then that my husband and his girlfriend were going to kill me. I looked out the window and saw an angel flying outside the car window. She motioned for me to come to her. Suddenly I was flying with her toward a place that I can only describe as a heavenly palace. I think I experienced crossing over because there was this sense of awe and complete reverence, love and peace. Nothing like I had ever felt before.
The nightmares began sometime in 1995 when I was 32 and the mother of three children, all under the age of five. That particular dream turned me into a psychic detective. Well, more realistically, as odd events sometimes do, it gently shoved me toward my destiny.
After the shock wore off from seeing that frightening man once again staring at me, three days later, this time from the newspaper article I was reading with my breakfast cereal, I contacted the police. Apparently, his wife was missing. I hesitantly joined a search party to locate her, fearing I might be going crazy. The search party found her body that day. When I was trying to fill in the details for the detectives, I knew things that weren’t in the dream. I was just saying them, having no idea where it all was coming from or why.
The whole experience left me rattled and shaken but only until I met her sobbing and grateful parents. I soon realized that I had finally found my calling. Twelve years later I have a regular television series on Discovery Channel called Sensing Murder where I work on crime cases from across the United States every week. I have by now worked on hundreds of cases from all over the world, departments large and small, federal, state and international.
Most people have no idea how much work and training actually go into becoming an accurate and consistent psychic detective. I think of it was mental martial arts. Bevy Jaegers of the US PSI Squad came to my rescue in 1998 when she took me under her experienced and loving wing and taught me how to connect without the dreams. When I insisted that I couldn’t “see” something or quite make it out, Bevy would calmly say, “sure you can Sugar.”
I learned how to get centered, calm and able to hear the still small voice that could answer my questions about the crime case before me. I discovered that when I asked myself,”who, what, why, when and where” I received visual images and even sounds in response. The images are often a snapshot of a person, place or vehicle. Other times I see something similar to a 30 to 60 second film clip related to my question. A perfect example after asking “who was involved in this?” might be an image of two men appearing from around a corner walking toward me with guns just visible under their coats. After asking what kind of vehicle the perpetrator drives, I will see a car. I can then ask myself what makes this car identifiable. If there is an unusual bumper sticker or dents I will see them. I have even gotten partial license plates.
After much training and work at developing these sometimes uncomfortable abilities, the FBI sought me out for assistance in a few high profile cases, including the deadly sniper case that gripped the Washington D.C. area in 2002. I was asked to predict what they were going to do next and it was a pretty horrifying situation to actually know what they were planning next, but not know where.
I was also able to accurately tell authorities that those responsible for the mayhem were "two men, an older man and a younger man" and that there would be at least 13 victims, and I didn't know if that meant 13 shot at or 13 killed. Sure enough, before JOHN ALLEN MUHAMMAD, 41, and 17-year-old JOHN LEE MALVO were finally caught, they had claimed 10 people and wounded three others.
This work is not easy but the rewards are tremendous. Crime solving is not for everyone, especially sensitive intuitives. I have to be willing to feel things, see things and hear things that frighten me. I want to look away but know that I am the one who can see what is happening and my responsibility is to report it. I may be the only witness they have at the moment.
Two people have helped and guided me through the emotional turmoil. Bevy used to tell me that what I am seeing can not hurt me because it's from the past, it’s already happened and I can't change it. My FBI friend told me not to get emotionally involved in what I am seeing that for my own mental health I must stay detached and objective. I need to put the pieces together to solve the puzzle not get lost in the dreadfulness of it all. I am human though and sometimes I still cry at the cruelty I witness.
I’m often asked how I do keep my balance. I suppose I realized long ago that my family deserves a happy and present wife and mom; after all they did not choose this profession. I’m not sure I did either, but it chose me and I am entirely grateful for the opportunity to serve others.