Introduction

    Every time my family got together with cousins, grandparents etc., I would ask whomever "When is your birthday?" I did that all the time. When I married my first husband, Bruce, we lived with his parents in their house from December to April. Audrey Keay, my mother-in-law, loved to read and together we became fascinated with anything psychic. The day she bought a book on Edgar Cayce, changed me. It was 1968, I was 21 and married. When she lent it to me I discovered that astrology was like a blueprint of what each soul brings into this life. By the time my first son, Lance, was born in 1969, I was intrigued with past lives, astrology, ghosts - I was intrigued with anything and everything. This pursuit really caused me to lose total interest in the Catholic church. The church had no answers and just wanted me to have faith and not ask questions.

    When I was still married to Bruce in 1971, I began reading a book by Jess Stearn called "Yoga, Youth and Reincarnation". The day I finished reading it, I signed up for the only yoga class in town. It was held at Centennial College, my alma mater where I obtained my diploma in social services in 1968. From day one I loved the exercises, and saw my body return to a great shape at the end of my 6 week course. By that time, Lance was almost 2 years old.

    The whole time, I could not get enough astrology. I bought a lot of books from mail order companies, books I never saw in bookstores. I would saturate myself with astrology in three month blocks, and then switch to reading about past lives, auras, psychics, hauntings, numerology, palmistry, biorythym etc. Then I would go back to Astrology and saturate myself again. Meanwhile, at bus stops and work, parties, and actually anywhere, I was asking people their birth dates and giving them readings.

    I attended Humber College at night to learn how to draw up charts. Although I had a lot of books, the math involved eluded me. Geometry was one of my worst subjects in high school. About 20 or so of us began, but by the time I finished this eight week course, 6 of us were left. I used to call the teacher all the time to ask for help. His name was Gerald. He looked like a hippie and used binder twine to hold up his pants,. He always wore sandals, had a beard, longish hair and glasses. He was a friendly Cancer and helped me a lot.

    When I went to the University of Guelph in 1976, I was charging people for casting them. I used to write them out by hand. For first year Psychology class, I wrote on Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud from an astrological viewpoint: why they got together and why they could not possibly stay that way. The teacher was surprised and commented, "No one ever did that before". He stared at me for a while after my presentation.

    I asked all my teachers for their birthdays to see how tough they were and whether I had to study more than they said, and of course, curiosity. No one turned me down. They all told me. I used astrology with exam dates to help me decide how much studying I needed to do. As an assignment in a third year Philosophy course, "Science of the Occult", I did the teacher's chart. He was a Scorpio and very shocked with what I had written. I ended up getting an "A"!

    For a presentation in another class, I brought in a friend of mine whom I had met at Humber College, and we discussed astrology in front of a packed class. There were quite a few pontificating guys asking questions and making statements. My girlfriend would tell them they wouldn't have to accept anything if they disagreed, but not me. I would get their birthdays and go after them in front of everyone. They had to tell me their birthdays after telling me astrology is a crock. I also brought a psychic in to do readings. Bernice was a Libra and did well in front of a packed class.

    Before I went to U of G, I attended The Britton Memorial Spiritualist Church Sunday evenings where psychics would do readings with the congregation. it was so much fun. Every Wednesday I took the bus to the church to develop my psychic abilities. Most of the psychics took turns teaching us and getting us to practice through meditation. The nightly psychic would go into a meditative state in order to keep an eye on the participants.
Then when I was in third year sociology, we had to do a paper on a religion. Of course, I picked the Spiritualist Church. I interviewed the psychics and wrote a paper on the church. It sure beat the boring antics of all the other churches.

    By the time I had my second child, Sloane, I was able to draw charts and learn about the treasure I had given birth to. It was always fun going back to my room after each child was born to see what I had. I looked for talents, I checked my children's palms to read life lines - long, phew! Good. I had a very good friend who was an M.A. in counseling, but she could read palms well, really well.

    Angel readings, well it was my Dad who came to see me in a dream. That's what convinced me. I had already studied with psychics. I had been seeing spirits at their own funerals. When I was pregnant with my first girl, I practiced meditation with a fellow who studied under Tibetan monks.  I was ready, willing and able.