Sue's
Story:
When I work with clients, I see their
gifts and potentials; what they came here to do; the careers they would love; and where they should live. This information
comes to me as photographic images and strong messages that I transmit directly to my clients. Sometimes I see my client’s
departed loved ones, who come to the session to offer career guidance.
This joining of two seemingly disconnected worlds--the divine realms and the world of work--seems
to be my particular talent. I was born in New Orleans to a French Cajun mother who came from a long line of women with “the
gift.” I inherited a double dose of telepathy, clairvoyance and precognition from her and her mother, and on back through
generations of Degas women.
These unusual gifts were nurtured by the mysterious city of my childhood.
In the haunted alleys of the French Quarter, most everybody gives respect to the “unseen” world in some form or
other: voodoo, Catholicism, psychics, vampires, Mardi Gras. My early years were flavored with this spicy magic, from my Grandpa’s
stories of the swirling Mississippi River to the unforgettable images I absorbed in the dark recesses of Crescent City life.
I thrived on the rhythms of my crazy Cajun ancestors.
And, like them, I heard other people’s
thoughts and had vivid dreams of events that would happen in the future. My psychic gift is most powerful now that I use it
to help others. The precognitive images that I see help me guide my clients to their true work. But it took nearly 55 years
to embrace this ability to see the unseen world, and to learn what it had to teach--rather than being ashamed or afraid of
it.
One of my strongest experiences in confirming the power of the unseen
realm began in 1978, when I met and married a fellow mountaineer, Paul Frederick. We were crazy in love and planning a family
when, at only 35 years old, he was diagnosed with colon cancer and given two weeks to live. From the moment of his diagnosis,
we were determined to overcome it. We explored conventional and alternative healing methods, and quickly became immersed in
energy work, visualization, herbal medicine and Native American medicine. Paul was part Cherokee, so his mother provided us
with books and healers from the Native American tradition. She got us an audience with a famous Sioux healer, Chief Fools
Crow.
Over the next few months, as Paul’s health deteriorated, I experienced
many extraordinary other-realm experiences with him. Chief Fools Crow became Paul’s constant dream companion. Paul awoke
each morning with a new story to report about something Fools Crow had taught him the night before. The most dramatic was
Paul’s sudden ability to speak Lakota, the language of the Sioux.
In the
last few weeks before he died, Paul woke up singing a Lakota death song every morning. He said Fools Crow taught him two songs--one
to deal with the pain and one to help him die. When the doctors heard this strange singing, they thought he was either speaking
in “tongues” or was delirious, and they reported this in his medical charts. In college, I had studied Native
American history and was very familiar with the language of Lakota. I knew exactly what he was singing.
On a rainy summer day in July 1980, Paul slipped into a coma. For nearly 24 hours, the accumulated
stress of the past year washed over me and, eventually, I fell asleep on the floor. As soon as I dozed off, Paul appeared
in front of me. He was smiling and quite happy. He touched my arm and said, “Don’t worry. I’m free. But
what are you waiting for? You said I could die in your arms.”
I awoke
with a jolt and cleared everyone out of the room. Paul’s mother and I stood on either side of him. We rubbed his arms
and legs and told him it was okay to go now--that we wanted him to be free. We told him to leave his body and fly out into
the soothing summer rain storm.
As soon as we spoke those words, Paul’s
breathing changed. He took one long peaceful sigh, and his spirit left his body. I saw it leave as clearly as you can see
your hand in front of your face. It was an image I’ll never forget. It was Paul’s gift to me.
I could never again doubt the spirit world or my ability to see it. That final moment was a confirmation of what I
was here to do. I realized for the first time that we are all in charge of how and when we die – even how and when we
take our last breaths. And I knew with every cell in my body, that death was only a passage of the spirit into the unseen
realms.
A few years later, my best childhood girlfriend died after a two-year
bout with Leukemia, and my father died one month after being diagnosed with lung cancer. Though I wasn’t able to be
with either of them when they died, they both appeared and spoke to me at the moment of crossing over.
By this time, I was clear beyond all
doubt that we are spiritual beings having a human experience – rather than the other way around.Today, I'm abundantly
grateful for my work, which is my passion. My intuitive gifts are finally out of the closet, and I'm freely sharing them
with others. The images and dreams that have always guided me are now guiding others through this work. I'd love to help
you find your path. To schedule a session - email Sue@BrilliantWork.com or call 303-939-8574 or click here to get started now...
"Sue,
thank you so much for our session yesterday. My wife has already been brainstorming with me about the things we discussed
and she was quite amazed and touched by the insights you had about her path (and us together). I also talked about our session
with a close friend and colleague, and he was intrigued and will book a session with you soon. I will keep in touch as things
develop. Thank you for the gift of you." R. P. Neumann - New York City
