A reading foils an intruder
Source: California PsychicsWhat makes a psychic story a favorite for the psychic? Of course there's the outcome where the intuitive predicts something unexpected and the client calls back with high praise and gratitude when it all comes together. But, there's also the all important connection between the caller and the reader that helps the magic between them happen.
For Clairvoyant Lemuria ext. 5114 that magic occurs much more seamlessly when the client has allowed her the moments she needs to get psychically connected with their energy. "I work by closing my eyes and concentrating on the vibration I get from my caller's voice. With that I can see a detailed answer to their question on my psychic screen." Without having had the necessary time to focus, this story might not have played out as it did, the intuitive believes.
Lemuria, who is also Clairaudient and a Medium, got a call late one evening from Marley (not her real name) who said she lived in New England. Marley's voice sounded familiar to the psychic, but the caller didn't mention whether or not she had consulted with her in the past. She began the reading by telling Lemuria that her home had been burglarized. Jewelry, expensive cameras and sports equipment were taken while they were away on a month's holiday. The police could not find where the intruder or intruders had been able to get into the house. The two employees who live on the premises had not seen or heard anything suspicious.
"What do you think happened? There hasn't been a robbery in this area in the ten years we've lived here."
Lemuria was already receiving snapshots of the situation in her mind. "The house sits on a large piece of woodsy land. There is a wide white porch that wraps around part of the house. On the side porch there is heavy outdoor furniture, a couch, a table and chairs and just beyond that there is a curved staircase that goes to a second floor balcony," she described sweetly.
"Yes," Marley responded throughout Lemuria's description. "Yes, that's right. That's true."
"I see the area beyond the porch is dark. The flood lights only reach so far… Ivy is growing up that side of the porch. Beyond that the wall of the house is brick and it's as if some of the bricks stick out like stepping stones," Lemuria continued on. "There's a light rain…"
"Yes," Marley responded, being careful not to interrupt Lemuria's running description. Confused, she said, "In fact, it's sprinkling right now."
"There's a light shining through a window on the second floor. The window looks like it has bars on it, but the window swings open," the psychic vividly described. "There's a desk in that room… A dark figure is climbing up the brick wall. Perhaps it's how he got in…"
Marley cut off Lemuria saying, "I'm getting the creeps! It's sprinkling out. I'm sitting at the desk you're describing. The light is on. The window with the bars on it is open... Could this be happening again - now?" Lemuria heard sounds of commotion and a burglar alarm before the phone clicked off.
Lemuria sat quietly as she put her phone down, recounting what had just happened. She was sure that Marley was fine.
The next day Marley with her familiar voice called Lemuria back. "The burglar was right outside my window so I hit the alarm. You were so right! But this time my husband and our cook cornered him until the police came. The police were embarrassed because they hadn't checked the window you described. They thought it was barred shut. I can't tell you how grateful I am."
"You were so good to give me the time to tune into your situation… I'm so happy that I could help," Lemuria responded modestly.
"Well the last time I read with you, you asked me to give you some time to tune in on my voice. It wasn't a long reading, but you were good, then, too," she laughed.
