JanHelenMcGee

My Third Psychic Memory

2012-03-02T06:29:00.004-08:00

I am maybe five or six. I must have been in kindergarten, since I have a real sense of myself. Every weekend I beg my mother to let me go alone into the front yard, which borders a boulevard with rushing cars. I have to go without her, since she likes the back yard with its privacy and noisy birds and a line to hang wash. Her front porch visits are limited to a sweep and a wash.

I keep asking to go out front alone. When she finally lets me, I hide behind our big old elm tree with my back against the rough bark. I think about two of our three neighbors, the ones my mom calls widows. I don’t know what that means, but I want to see what they do in their homes, so I stare through the tree and into their lives. One lady slouches in a chair to read and the other one is busy in her kitchen. They are boring to watch.

The house right next to ours is different. Inside lives one crazy family, and their intrigue and my shock equals fun. I stare into their house and watch the mother pace back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. The drama begins as she throws her arms in the air and runs to the bottom of the stairs, where she yells at the husband and children who are hiding upstairs. When she exhausts herself, she throws her body on the stairs and breaks out in a sob. In the yard, through the tree, I see her but I cannot hear every word.

After her final outburst, the husband storms down the stairs and bawls out his anger and
frustration. He stops to check on her as she lies prostate, then he stomps through the house and out to the garage. If he is only a little angry, he sits in his car inside the garage with the garage door open. When he gets really mad he drives off and doesn't return for the rest of the day.

Their ritual stays the same every weekend. The kids hide in their rooms, the parents fight. Their passion and pathos enthrall me. These are the days before we had a television, so their antics provide me with my own personal soap opera. As far as seeing through walls, I assume everyone has my abilities. I figure it’s like underwear, private. I certainly do not talk about it.

In second grade I make a new friend, a tow-headed tomboy. To impress her I take her to my secret spot behind the tree. I tell her about my fun as I watch the neighbors act crazy. She stands behind the tree with her back straight against it. Time passes.

“This isn’t working. I have to face the tree to look through it,” she tells me, as irritation creeps into her voice.

Silent as stone, she waits with her nose pressed against the bark. Within minutes she gives up.

"What are you STUPID?” she screams at me. “People can't see through walls!"

Our friendship collapses as she marches off for home.

My Second Psychic Memory

2012-02-08T10:35:00.000-08:00

My baby brother John arrives and inhabits my crib. Mother's attention is taken by him and I have become a watch dog. My big sister Judy is allowed to play outside in the alley next to our row home, so I love to stand at the window and watch her.

When my mother gets sick of the smudge marks from my nose, I sit on a kitchen chair and watch Judy through the wall of the house. When she leaves for school I cannot see where she goes, and that frustrates me.

My First Psychic Memory

2012-02-06T06:58:00.000-08:00

I wake, ready to cry for my mother. I am in a crib in our first house, so I am younger than two. I pull myself up by the bars to stand, and fight off the urge to scream for attention. When I find her I will feel safe.

My "inner eye" scans the second floor. Nothing. I look through the floor to the living room. No one. I push to get my inner eye through the floor and the wall shared by the living room and kitchen. I float through the house but my body is still in the crib. At last I see her in the kitchen making food. Now I feel secure, so I sit down and wait. Mama will come and get me when nap time is over.

Playing Music and the Psychic Float

2012-01-21T10:42:00.000-08:00

People like to ask how I do my psychic work. I sometimes call it my psychic float, which means I drift to another place in my mind, almost another dimension. Today I realized it is a bit like playing music.

As many of you know, my Mommy died last August. Holidays are hard right after you lose a loved one, so on New Year's Eve I promised myself a prize. First I made a bucket list of things of what I can do in my 60's that I might not be able to do in my 70's, and on that list was to play music as a solo act (should I call myself One Band Jan?). I bought a new keyboard and speakers and a mixer, and now I spend a lot of time with practice and song selection.

Singing is right brained and piano is left brained. It's quite difficult to do them at the same time. but it does strengthen the connections between both sides of the brain. My psychic work is the same. I use my right brain, my intuition, to float to a place of concentration, but my advice to clients and friends need to be carefully chosen, which is left brained.

I believe each of you has a similar story. Try to notice when you float to another zone to think creatively. Make use of your best gifts.

Intuition and Kindness

2012-01-01T06:27:00.000-08:00

I stood in line at a McDonalds with my children, who were six and 13 at the time. The man in front of me pulsed with negativity.

"Bad man alert," my brain screamed.

I wanted to dash but my son loved his burger and toy and I seldom took him for fast food. I told myself to stay calm and figure out why I wanted to leave. When I floated to my "knowing" zone I could see the bad man on the previous day. He had a knife. He stabbed a man in the leg. Both of them did awful things. Both were at fault. But today the man looked calm and I knew he wouldn't hurt us. I tried to think of other things, the joy on my son's face as he devoured his burger. It didn't work.

"Come on, kids, we have to leave."

I grabbed my son's hand, moved quickly and tried not to look at his sad and bewildered face. My daughter was old enough to know that something had to be wrong for me to act so rashly. In the car I sat and shook, then told both of them what I had seen. I got their meals from the drive through window.

My abilities are similar to everyone else's....the talent to understand what people are REALLY saying, the knowledge that someone has pain and needs kindness, and the capacity to know who wields goodness and who should be avoided. In this New Year, avoid negative people when your inner voice speaks. Trust your intuition. Embrace those you love.

Angels and Death and a Psalm

2011-11-14T09:50:00.000-08:00

My mother Lorna died 11 weeks ago from a terrible car accident caused by my stepfather. I found it hard to stop howling and the pain in my stomach made me not want to eat. Today, I have been happy for seven days. As my sister says, life is like a river. I have passed through the rapids.

My mother loved church. Today's blog is dedicated to my feisty and intellectual mother.

I have been called a witch. Others have said that my police work is the work of the devil. Both accusations disturb me. How can volunteer work on a murder case be anything but good? Isn't the only witch a person who states that she IS a witch? For sure, I am not involved in devil work and I am not a witch, although I could be a prophet, since I am a visionary and I feel I have divine inspiration. Or I could be an angel, because I give messages to people. I think that angelic work in any form equals an angel.

Angels cause some people to think of heaven. To ease the ache of my mother's four days of pain and subsequent death, some friends told me she was in heaven while others said, "She's with you. She's all around you." Psalm 91:12 states: For he will give his angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways. This psalm gives me some comfort. Maybe my mother is that angel guarding me. If she were still here in the flesh, she might have believed that way of thinking. She is not here, yet I cannot let go of her entirely. I will draw comfort from any source I can find.

To all of you, I say, may your deaths be life. Let the change in the river's current transform your future. As my southern relatives would say, "God bless."

PA Renaissance Faire and Music Lessons

2011-08-06T11:49:00.000-07:00

Each August through October I do readings and palms at Fortune's Favour at the PA Renaissance Faire at the Mt. Hope Estate and Winery in Manheim, Pennsylvania (dates below). I wear a costume and pretend to be part of 16th century England.

It is so different from my job teaching voice and piano to children. With teaching, I have to be proper at all times and careful of every word I say. Children are impressionable and unformed and my advice can steer them. One discouraging word and a world of hurt could pass across a child's face. A good teacher can never make a mistake.

Fortunes and palms at the Faire are quite the opposite. Most of my clients are adults, some have been drinking and others are there for a lark. I can loosen my tongue and attitude yet hone my powers of concentration.

Both jobs require care and humor. My clients look to me for wisdom and advice and take what I say to heart. Today I am glad I am old. The time I spent in education and experience serves me well. I love having two jobs, two personas and two ways to express my personality.

These are the dates I will be doing readings at the PA Ren Faire:
August 14 Sunday August 20 & 21 Saturday and Sunday August 28 Sunday
September 5 Monday September 11, 18, 25 Sundays
October 2 Sunday October 8 & 9 Saturday and Sunday October 16 & 23 Sundays

Right Side Brain Practice

2011-04-11T06:07:00.000-07:00

Twice a day I read my tarot cards and search for help and meaning. The interpretation of my own cards is difficult compared to the ease I feel when I read for others. "A fox can't smell her own hole," I often say. Despite my frustration, I strive every day to become more intuitive about my own life. I try to make use of right brain processes. Right brain is simultaneous, intuitive and subjective, while left brain is analytical, sequential and logical. Music is one example. I teach voice and piano, and outside of work I make chord charts for songs I love. This exercise removes my analytical method of reading notes and forces me to play creatively. Another example is art. I own three paintings by Robert Heilman. One day I look at them and see concrete form, lines and shapes. Another day I squint my eyes to see love and pulse. Ten years ago when I worked daily on pro bono murder cases, I hated crowds. I would walk through a fair and instead of craving cotton candy and french fries, I noticed bad people and saw the terrible things they had done. Now I am more tolerant of crowds because I put a positive spin on the day. I open my mind and heart to upbeat nuances. I pay attention to sounds, warm voices, a caring touch, a young woman who holds the door for me, or a child with wide eyes. My advice for today...put your right brain in gear to enhance your intuition. Don't dwell on the negative and enjoy life through rose colored glasses.

Some Say "No no no"

2011-01-02T06:09:00.000-08:00

I met a wild-eyed woman in a bathroom line. We smiled and had a banal conversation about waiting for a toilet. I decided to liven things up.

"Want me to tell your fortune?" I asked. Her wild eyes turned curious and happy. We suddenly hit the actual ladied room and time was running out.

"Your right knee hurts. Be careful," I warned.

"No, no, no. It's my left knee," she said, with a look. I knew that look well. It's the old "you aren't REALLY a psychic 'cause you got this one wrong." Meanwhile, I had the right body part but a mirror image of it. Off we went into opposite stalls. I washed my hands and dashed out the door. There she stood with a huge grin.

"You were right," she said, "it IS my right leg. It just hurt."

I sure can understand a freebie doubting me, but someone who pays me and then has "no, no, no" as their operative response just wears me out. Whenever I complain about the "no, no, no" people to my friend Michele, she tells me, "Remember the blue house." Years ago I told a co-worker who was house hunting that she would know the right house when she found the blue one.

"I HATE blue. No, no, no," she said. The next month, she ran up to me and screamed about a house she loved but every single room was painted blue.

My other "no, no, no" clients send me emails. "You were right, I am sorry I doubted you," they write. Or maybe, "I figured out the guy you were talking about when I got home and received an email from my ex-fiance!"

I cannot blame them. Love, pity, desire, anger, psychic ability. None can be proven.

Ghostbusting

2010-10-17T11:13:00.000-07:00

The song goes, "I ain't afraid of no ghosts." People think, "Who you gonna call?" and my name comes into play. One time, a woman begged, so I hired myself out to bust some ghosts. On the phone, she sounded so agitated that I couldn't resist.

"I can't sleep! They bump in the night! I think I see them float by in white gowns but my husband doesn't see them. You have to help us!"

Who can resist a damsel in distress? Off I went, curious and not at all afraid. Every night when I was a child, before I got into bed, I searched my closet and looked under my bed for the bogeyman or his ghostly likeness. I knew exactly what I would do if I saw a ghost. Nothing. I had no clue what to do when I got to this couple's house, so I volunteered a freebie.

A calm woman answered the door. Her diminutive husband peered out from behind the dining room wall. The woman started to giggle. We trudged up the stairs to the second floor to go into the "ghost" room, then stood quietly in an unremarkable area with little furniture. I think the couple held their breaths.

No ghosts here, I thought, but as they talked their fear seemed real.

"I have a solution," I said. "You open the window," I told the man, "and you go get a broom," I said to the woman.

Like stray cats and bats, disgruntled spirits do not wish to stay stuck in one house. I sent out a quiet message, "Hey you ghosts, go terrorize someone else."

When the woman returned with the broom, I saw hints of happiness. I made a show of shooing the ghost out the window.

"No ghosts allowed here!" I yelled.

Weeks later the woman called. "Are they still there?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but we miss them. Can you make them come back?" she pleaded.

As the saying goes, it takes all kinds.

Palm Reading

2010-09-23T11:36:00.000-07:00

I never understood the art of palm reading. Last winter I got every book I could find and did an extensive study. My pal Michele said to read the hand a person uses the most, the one my psychic calls the working hand.

In Vermont over Labor Day weekend, I read my sister's palm and her husband's. They laughed all through the reading and made irritating and funny comments. The next day I read my niece's palm. She was quiet and respectful. When I finished, my sister and my niece had kind words for my abilities.

On a recent visit to my psychic, I showed her the bracelet rings etched on my right wrist. Three rings is longevity. I have four.

"Past lives and wisdom," she said. I blew a kiss of appreciation.

The High Line in New York City

2010-08-18T07:29:00.000-07:00

On Manhattan's west side lies a beautiful garden on what used to be elevated railroad tracks. My grown daughter took me through the Meatpacking District, up a silver elevator and into another part of the city I had never seen. Wooden slatted lounge chairs reminded me of Atlantic City in the '50s. Rushes in the garden made me think of dunes. As Layla explained how industries used the trains, I revisited the past in my intuitive mind. I watched muscle men load freight, heard crew chiefs swear and smelled sweat and metal.

Was this my imagination or an intuitive "seeing"? I don't know. The two are so closely aligned. Maybe they are the same thing?

A friend is sick and you see it first. Trouble brews in your best friend's marriage and you know before she tells you. Your boss got fired today and last week you had the feeling he would be gone in no time.

Let all parts of your life intertwine. Create your own garden. Allow imagination and intuitive to co-exist.

Quick Questions from Seekers and My Best Answers

2010-07-03T10:28:00.001-07:00

How often should I see a psychic?

I suggest once a season. Weather changes and moons bring new events. Personally, I visit my psychic once a month. I need her calming nature and reassurance. Go figure.

Are you awakened at all hours of the night by weird dreams/visions?

Yes, although seldom more than once a night. My dreams have decreased since I began my work on murder cases in '92, and now they occur a few times a month.

Can a person read tarot for themselves?

It is possible but difficult. Our desires get in the way of true "seeing". To learn the cards, a co-worker suggests a study of one card a day. That is a little too dull for me. I now use a seven card spread, but when I started, I did a three card throw. That made it easier for me to decipher. I pulled my best meaning from the pictures on the tarot cards and then looked each of them up in a tarot book. Every few years, I buy a new tarot meaning book. Thirty years later, I am still learning.

Inherited Psychic Ability

2010-06-23T07:31:00.000-07:00

A stranger in a beauty shop told me a story. When her grandfather was a boy, he dreamed of a missing dead man. In the morning, he told his mom that it would be hard for the police to find the man hanging from a tree because there were too many bushes around him. Much later, the dead man was found in the spot the boy described.

I told the ladies in the shop that I believe psychic ability is inherited. The stranger said no one in her family has it.

Regarding DNA, science shows more links every year. The most recent concerns Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). Current research has found a mutation on the A3243G, a substitution variant at HOXA1 and an insertion variant at HOXB1.

We have no proof, but I am convinced my grandfather and my uncle had Asperger's Syndrome (ASD). I think my first cousin and my brother have it. Could this be anything but DNA?

My senior citizen's hands match my father's before he died. The moles on my neck look just like the ones my grandmother sported. My body weaknesses are a clone of my mom's.

Science will prove things I won't live to see, yet I don't plan to peer from the grave. I use my psychic and intellectual abilities to find answers now.

A Psychic Has a Psychic?

2010-05-06T09:23:00.000-07:00

I quote my personal psychic often. When I do, people react with shock. "YOU have a psychic?"

If I want to be irreverant, I say, "A fox can't smell her own hole." If I want to be professional, I ask them, "Do you know how you walk? Can you see the back of your head without a mirror?"

Every day, sometimes five times a day, I read my tarot cards. Sometimes it is to calm an anxious thought, other times I actually wonder what will happen to me that day. Many times that I read, my desires get in the way of my intuitive clarity. The Tower means a sudden change, and if I were reading for another person, I could tell if it seemed negative. For myself, I cannot "know" or "see" with the same abilities I manifest with others.

My own psychic soothes me. She sees work issues in advance and helps me generate ideas to solve them. She give me info to prevent arguments with friends and relatives. Her practical direction fills me with energy.

When you talk, your voice sounds different in your head compared to how it sounds when taped. It is the same for intuition. The added help and another person's perspective make my life easier.

Motherhood Intuition

2010-03-25T11:39:00.000-07:00

My youngest child is a freshman in college. I miss his physical plant and his humor, his need for food and help with chores. Something else has been missing and I just figured it out--Motherhood Intuition.

At my daughter's first cry, it kicked in. I somehow knew when she needed me. My children's nuances of behavior seldom slid past me. Their unspoken wants became my desires. Instinctively I cared for them and put them first. The house bulged with feeling and pathos and anger and love.

Now I live alone. My vibes bounce against white walls. I listen for sounds no longer made, for wants now manifested by my grown children. My intuition felt dead.

It is now spring and I know my intuition is alive. No longer Motherhood Intuition, it sweeps and sways and holds court over friends and neighbors, my sister and mom, and clients who seek my services.

Don't tell me it is not done. They are grown, it is done. Now I am a friend to my children. Friend Intuition has taken its place. I am both resigned and relieved.

Ghosts in the Museum

2010-02-14T12:16:00.000-08:00

What word do you use, ghosts or spirits? If they are benign, I call them spirits. If they bother me or anyone else, I call them ghosts. Yesterday I saw plenty at the Historical Society Museum in York, Pennsylvania.

It started with a small pair of gloves. From those gloves, hands emerged. From those hands, a woman emerged, a serene lady who hated to clean, loved tea, and liked gloves because they covered her red and chapped hands.

At the blue velvet wedding gown display, a homely face floated out of a high collared lace neckline. This girl had beautiful skin, lovely lips, and brown, wavy, luxuriant hair. I saw her father, a judge, and her mother, a perfectionist. The dress signified freedom from the confines of a rigid household.

My museum companion barely talked. "Swords, swords, swords," he muttered.

I saw blood drip off a curved relic. I noticed a broken and healed wrist attached to sword with a tiger head top. I smelled sweaty men, tobacco and horses. My ears hurt from the noise of battle.

Grandfather clocks with no sound bombarded me. This house, that room. Narrow people and rotund.

The '50's kitchen replica felt like home. I leaned over its barrier and my spirit sank into a chair. My pretend mother gave me cake. The open door of the ice box released smells that no longer exist.

I loved it. I suggest you visit your local museum. Check out the ghosts and spirits. Open your senses and enter the past.

Follow Your Heart or Stay on Your Path--Psychic Advice for Michele

2010-01-31T10:45:00.000-08:00

I am in my last year of law school, and I am having trouble deciding where my path leads. Basically, I have an almost certain job offer at a small insurance firm where I work part time now, but I feel drawn to work as a district attorney or in public interest. Will I get an offer in one of those areas or should I stick to where I am?

Michele

You have a strong heart and a good work ethic. I can answer this question as a teacher instead of a psychic, although both my jobs intertwine. Follow your heart. You will get a job as a district attorney or in the public interest if you stay in that path 100%.

Getting through law school means you have given 100% so far. Why stop now? Money can come later. A job at a firm can be part of your distant future. While you are young, take chances, do good work and follow your dreams. You will get any job you want, although it could take a bit of time or involve a move within 100 miles.

Go for the gusto gal!

Jan Helen

Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice for Chip and his sister

2009-12-30T09:20:00.000-08:00

My nephew died from leukemia this year. My sister is mourning. She is thinking about contacting a medium. Do you know anything about them?
Chip

I do not know any mediums personally. I did talk to a client last month whose son had passed on, yet she was still able to see him. She asked for my help in trying to hear him. I suggested that her ability to see him was a gift and I encouraged her to be happy with either seeing or hearing him.

If your sister does decide to try to find a medium, be really careful. People claim to be what they are not. It takes a huge amount of energy for me to work on murder cases...to see and hear people who have passed. I do not know how anyone could work as a medium more than once, or at most, twice a day.

Instead of seeking another person to be a medium, maybe your sister can try to do it on her own. When she is reminded of her son, I suggest she try not to fight it, despite her pain. Hear him and see him and immerse herself in what she might believe is a memory. Psychic abilities and memories lie on the same brain path...a floating kind of looseness of thought.

To connect with another dimension, one must not be afraid. To experience anything new, one must use a leap of faith. We all have difficulty with change, and her son has changed form. His physical plant is gone but he can live on in her mind and life. She can find joy where he found joy.

I hope I have helped. My best to your family in your time of sorrow.
Jan Helen

Stuck in Time

2009-12-20T12:22:00.000-08:00

"Hey, Jan, saw your show on Discover ID last week," the horn teacher at the music store where I teach voice told me.

In 1993, I told a local county detective where to find a missing killer. As a result of that case, I was featured on Psychic Witness, a Circle of Enemies in 2006. When the producer of the show first called me, I was hesitant to expose my abilities. For all my life, I kept my pro bono psychic work a secret. Even with cops, I used only my middle name, Helen.

When it was time for my show to air in 2006, I did a big publicity drive...newspapers, television news, local magazines. I opened up to my friends, who then laughed. They thought I was making it all up. They thought they knew me.

I didn't tell them because I was scared. Very little frightens me, but the thought of hurt for my children puts me in a spin. Would they be ridiculed? Would they suddenly have new friends who wanted their fortunes told? Would I lose music students and not be able to support all three of us?

My worries dissolved with the advent of the show. My teenagers' lives didn't change and mine changed only a little. I was 54 and well equiped to handle a bit of fame.

Here's the best part of Psychic Witness reruns. I am perpetually 54. Like Mayberry and The Beverly Hillbillies, I am stuck in time. This is a NO CHANGE I enjoy.

Readers: Any NO CHANGE situations you want to share?

Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice for Flo

2009-12-11T11:38:00.000-08:00

During a routine surgery a nerve was damaged and my digestive system has been paralyzed. I am planning to go to another state to get a second opinion. Will I get the proper treatment from the doctors here in my state and will I win a lawsuit to pay for my treatment?
Flo

Flo, it is important to trust your instincts. Something is drawing you to another state for a second opinion, and it seems that you are leaning towards treatment in that state. When terrible things happen to nice people, I feel awful. My desire for your lawsuit win overshadows my abilities. I want you to have the money to pay for treatments, and I think you will find it.

We all have the gift of intuition. Use yours wisely, be optimistic in looking at the positive ways your life has changed, and visualize good health. I believe relief will come.
Jan Helen

Do You See Psychic Stuff All Day Long?

2009-12-07T07:18:00.000-08:00

I try not to "see" things all day. I struggle to keep the left...analytical...side of my brain in action when I leave the house. Before I started work on murder cases in 1991, I was a social gal. When I opened the vent of my intuitive abilities, I felt bombarded with feelings and knowledge of the unknown. I then became a bit of a hermit.

I teach music, so my intuitive abilities help me there, but I cannot let my mind run amok through my music client's house and life. I liken it to feeling sad over the loss of a pet. You grieve, then you pull yourself out of it and have some happy times. Or I liken it to worry about money. Why worry all day? Put those worry feelings in a drawer to be opened later.

Yes, the answer to your question is yes. I see things all day long. Quite possibly, you "see" things all day long too. Acknowlege your intuitive thoughts and you will have more of them.

Being Psychic---How Do You Do It?

2009-12-01T08:14:00.000-08:00

Gifted psychics are conduits for information. I don't know the source. It could be the will of God. It could be a force no one can ever explain. Like the Biblical "speaking in tongues", I receive information, which passes across my tongue. It does not come from my brain and I remember very little of what I predict.

I liken myself to a radio. I don't create information, I just pass it along. Each day for me is different. On my normal days, I make jokes that my antennae is down. Those are the days I mosey around, content in my own skin.

Other days I pick up every nuance of people's behavior. Their actions and personality pop out at me. When I order pizza, I see not only the man behind the counter, but also his living room and his children's antics. At the post office, a blank stare barely registers with me. Instead, I see that guy in his kitchen as he tells a big fat lie to his wife. When I stop at a red light and look to my left at a shuttered house, I see through its walls and into the lives of the people inside.

We all have gifts. Only with hard work can we hone our craft. I have studied and worked hard. Now I find it easy to open the right side of my brain and let my intuition rule.

Jolly Job with Cantankerous Co-workers--Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice

2009-09-27T09:46:00.000-07:00

I am an elementary school art teacher and I work with especially difficult colleagues. Will the situation improve for me? Frustrated Fran

Hello Frustrated Fran,

These colleagues will not change for the better. The ring leader seems to have a lot of power at that school, maybe a tie-in with the principal or a board member. The situation is rampant and out of control.

You are a tolerant woman. This choice is yours alone. If you can hold out for 3-5 years, the situation will improve, but why wait?

I suggest searching for a new school. Think about teaching older students. You might find them more enjoyable than you envision. Jan Helen

Free questions can be sent to jan.mcgee@gmail.com or www.janhelenmcgee.com. All names are changed.

Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice for Tatiana

2009-08-06T10:31:00.000-07:00

I just broke up with my boyfriend who was a jerk. I feel he was maybe instigating fights so that he would then be free to date other people and then calling me again when he got bored or it didn't work out. How will I know when I meet the "right" guy who will be serious about me? Is there such a thing as one true soul mate or just two people committed to working through the storms of life together? Tatiana

I see this man as part of your life in the future. I think he has a good heart but I am not sure you are in a place where a relationship can take priority. Use this time to work on your career and independence. Act like a man, forget romance for now and give all your energy to work. As you get stronger, this man will be strongly drawn to you.

“Two people committed to working through the storms of life together”….what an excellent way to express love. Serious love is mutual. You will know it when you experience it. Jan Helen

Free questions should be sent to jan.mcgee@gmail.com All names are changed

Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice for Grab-the-Bull-by-the-Horns Gal

2009-08-05T07:11:00.000-07:00

Do you see me with anyone for a long time and am I financially going to be alright for the future? Grab-the-Bull-by-the-Horns Gal

Hello Grab-the-Bull-by-the-Horns Gal,

When you are hungry, you will eat an old hot dog or a piece of white bread. I think you are hungry for a relationship, but you might have been watching too many Cinderella movies.

Your prince will not sweep into the ball. You have to find him. That can be easy, since I believe there is a man in your immediate vicinity who cares deeply for you. He isn’t perfect, far from it, but he has the core values you cherish.

Do not overlook this man. He has a bit of a funny looking face, but his body is bangin’. His heart is pure and he is a one woman man. You have had enough of the cheaters with handsome faces.
He is short, wide but not fat. He has bristly facial hair and dark hair with a receding hairline. He is quiet and a very good worker. A future with him will also solve your financial worries!

Snoop a Stranger's Business---Advice for Wife of the Jobless

2009-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

My husband was laid off in the spring and we assume it is permanent. He is having a hard time moving forward. Not good with change....will there be any change coming our way soon in regards to our financial situation? I guess I am asking will he find a new job? Thanks!
Wife of the Jobless

Hello Wife of the Jobless,

Try to stop thinking your husband should move forward. That is more your style, not his.
Your husband thinks before he acts. He is thinking about his future. His head swirls with ideas but he keeps his thoughts private until he formulates an action plan. You can work harder, with more hours for now.

Yes, there will be change. I think your husband’s work in the future will be more creative and he will be happier. Let him find his own way.

Snoop a Stranger's Business--Psychic Advice for Debbie

2009-07-29T07:25:00.000-07:00

My website gives info on how to get free psychic advice. This is the first in my series of "Snoop a Stranger's Business". All names are fictitious but the questions and answers are real.

My husband and I started an embroidery business and I started a skin care business….will we be successful and have decent income from them? Debbie Do it Yourself-er

Hello Debbie Do it Yourselfer,

The name I invented for you says it all. You WILL be successful if you do it yourself. I have more of a leaning towards your embroidery business. I suggest adding classes and as many branches to this business as you can. I see your husband doing the business end and you the social end. The skin care business will be ok, but I think it may dwindle in time and you would be better served putting your effort into something more creative with your fingers, such as the embroidery.

I Thought I Was Finished with Murder Dreams

2009-07-25T05:25:00.000-07:00

My murder dreams stopped in 1993 when I started my pro bono work with police. I thought they were gone for good. I figured that working on murder cases gave me a free pass.

But NO, they're BACK. Or at least one of them. It went like this....

Boston, night, rough part of town. One gang full of Vietnamese teens on bikes being chased by another gang of older teens in an old Chevy. The Chevy hit one of the boys on his bike and he fell under the car. He looked dead. I tried to alert authorities but they ignored me and seemed corrupt.

The next day I saw on the news that many corrupt officials had been arrested in New Jersey.

I worried all week about the Vietnamese boy's family.

I hate these dreams. When people tell me, "Oh, you are lucky, I would love to be psychic," I tell them, "There are parts of it you don't want."

We all have crosses to bear. Despite my abilities to help solve crimes, I feel like a lost sheep after my dreams. Maybe I will be fleeced and this will by my last one.

One Life, Two Lives

2009-05-30T05:41:00.000-07:00

“I have never told anyone this, and it sounds so odd, but you will have two lives,” I told the plush blonde who looked to be about my age. That was her second reading in two years.

I forget my clients as soon as they leave my presence. It seems the information goes through me like a radio. I am merely a transmitter.

In her third reading the third year, her eagerness to tell me what happened made her body bounce.

“At first I thought, because my husband died, that I would have another husband, and that would mean another type of life. But in January I had a massive heart attack. I was dead for eight minutes.

The doctor told my sister and daughter, who sat at my hospital bed, that I would have brain damage. As I came to, my first words were, ‘She told me I would have two lives.’

The first thing I saw was your face,” she said, then laughed at her family’s reaction to her initial words.

My oddity astounds me. This tale told by a beautiful woman makes me want to continue with my readings, despite my initial hesitations.

We are all good at something.

How Much Do I Tell a Client?

2009-05-21T11:05:00.001-07:00

Who killed my husband? Will I make it through the divorce? Will I have another heart attack if I have sex?

These 3 questions came from 3 clients in May.

I never know what to withhold and what to tell? I am not a genius, merely a woman with a gift.

Maybe it is like "country club" behavior.....try to be polite, key into the person with whom I'm communicating, and then hope for the best.

My underlying concern keeps me on target.

Does a house have a soul?

2009-04-18T13:38:00.000-07:00

I visited an old house this afternoon with warm energy and pulsing walls.

Maybe it remembered the people who had lived there or maybe I only remembered.

In museums with re-created rooms or in museums of old buildings, I usually see entities (people who have passed on) cooking or dancing or floating in their favorite spot.

This house had no entities, only its own. So my question for this day is.....does a house have a soul?

Do I see people as colors?

2009-02-26T10:47:00.000-08:00

One of the gals from my beauty salon asked if I see people as colors.

Sometimes I see a wave of light and color around someone, but more often I see a color when I pinpoint people's health problems.

Monday I read tarot for a man with romance issues. I knew he had a bad knee because radiating around his right knee I saw a dark colored heat.