Becoming a Forensic Medium
For a majority of my life I have been in constant study, intrigue, a little research and “the knowing” of criminal behavior and science. Growing up with strong military and policing family, I was around the conversations starting at a young age of how to stay safe, physically protect myself, pay attention to my “uh oh” feeling and the general knowing of what was going on in our community. Which at 11 years old was about a 5 mile radius that included my school, all of 70 students grade 1 thru 6th, a whole lot of farms and the local grocery and a gas station.
As a young kid what the rest of the neighborhood kids were doing had absolutely no interest to me. I wanted to be a part of the adult conversations. They were so much more fascinating and colorful than the boring kid crap of riding our bikes and the climbing of fences trespassing on our neighbors farms. I wanted the knowledge. I wanted to know everything that the adults were talking about and more importantly I wanted to know everything that wasn’t being said. With that, came exposure to things I should not have known at such a young age as I realize now as an adult. Back then I was WAY too curious to know better.
As a young kid around 11 years old I knew how to beat the shit about someone without killing them. You simply caught the kid, Buddy and Skippy were the general neighborhood delinquents, you gunny sacked ‘em, take them out behind the shop and beat the shit out of them with a rubber hose. “It won’t kill them but it will hurt like hell. Beat those kids into shape.” Let me be clear this never happened. But the bravado was highly alive in my neighborhood of us against them.
There was the 7 year old moment of me trying to keep the secret of my grandfathers fight with his next door neighbor who both lived right behind us. Lovely behavior gentlemen. There were moments of who was cheating on who and who beat the crap out of their wife. I was such an empathic little sponge that I could pick up on everything… Especially what wasn’t said. As I knew then my little neighborhood bestie’s mom was horribly mistreated by her pathetic excuse of a man husband. We always walked around on broken glass in efforts to not piss the fucker off. He was such a cruel man.
I was such a tomboy. I learned to shoot my chipmunk .22 when I was 7 down by the shop on hot summer days. We, my dad, brother and I, would plink at cans and silhouettes spending hours and hours practicing gun safety and having fun shooting whatever target we could find. By age 14 I was ranked by the NRA as distinguished expert marksman, began my shooting career that lead me to nationals championships at West Point Academy, Jr. Olympic shooting camps and then ending my shooting career senior year of high school. I missed going to the Olympic training center by one point. It was an all off hand course. A total of 600pts, I shot a 589. One of my bestie gal pals shot a 590. Not that I have been hanging on to that 30 years later. Ha. Thank goodness I loved my Sha-Marie and was ecstatic that one of us made it.
This was when fate stepped in at age 18 and completely changed my life course. I was planning to head into the Army ROTC as all I wanted to do was to jump out of airplanes and shoot shit up. I was very connected to my masculine energy and had a strength in my physical body that could only be defined as a little beef cake girl that you didn’t want to fuck with. My application was stunning, my letters of recommendation were genuine and my excitement of thrill seeking was alive. Then every single door closed. As the average Aries head strong girl I simply rallied and went off to art school at Oregon State University. This was my invite to the woo woo path of life and I truly loved and embraced every moment. It was perfect for me.
I experienced professors and students with such completely different back grounds and ideas that I had never experienced before. My professors guided and directed me to not only see the subject that I was focussing on but to become one with the subject and the medium that I was working with. At times I felt consumed as my energy shifted and transitioned back and forth in an ebb and flow of creativity. The arts fed my soul as they were a God given talent that I loved and feared.
It was during my freshman my intuition was validated by my mother when she called to fill me in on my drivers ed teacher. This was the guy that was charged with 19 counts of child molestation. You can read more about that story in my blog “My First BIG Flash.”
It was also around that time when my mom told me that she was surprised that I didn’t become a cop. I was completely floored by that comment as it never occurred to me but I completely understood her perspective. Looking back I would have made a great police officer.
Mom and I always connected over reading Anne Rules books about serial murderers, some of which were from my home town. Around this time as well I was picking up every book I could read about past lives, the after life, spirit guides, angels and near death experiences. Both of which my parents had experienced. I was fascinated by their stories and I was completely inthralled by the intoxication of extreme light and beauty to the audacious horrifying acts of man kind in our third dimensional world.
Jump forward about 10 years.
In my mid 30’s I began transitioning into a stronger more awakened intuitive path as my meditation and yoga practice grew. It was perfect. My mind became so clear in such a way that I was experiencing life in a state of love, contentment and happiness. I was so profoundly happy that all I wanted to do was share this great feeling to my yoga students and anyone else that would listen to my yoga talk. Some of the scary stuff from this life and past lives were still in the clearing stages but I loved the seeing that the universe was bringing into my life. It brought an ease to my breath and consciousness.
Then one night came Kara. Kara was a beautiful blonde local girl in her early 20’s that popped up on the local news one evening. She was missing and everyone was trying to find her.
I remember as I was sitting in the middle of my living room, I took pause. “Kara are you here?” Here energy swooshed into my living room with an incredible strong force. I gasped. A bit short of breath, I knew that she was dead and I knew that her boyfriend killed her. It was an immense feeling.
I asked, “What happened?”
She showed me an expression on her face. Her eyes were closed and her head had fallen back. She also showed me a mans hands around her neck. She knew this man and it felt to me as they were somehow intimately connected like a girlfriend/boyfriend kind of relationship.
Taking this feeling in I felt very uneasy on so many levels. I wanted to do something but had no idea what. For most of my life I have been unsure of my gift and I really didn’t want to be the looney psychic girl and upset this family that is already struggling with what is going on with this beautiful missing girl.
So I sat and I waited. I knew that is was an opportunity to practice receiving information on an intuitive level as maybe one day I could help.
I am not much of a news watcher as I can only handle so much negativity, but Kara’s story had me intrigued for what ever reason. This was a huge eye opening lesson for me.
Kara was on the news almost every night for months. Her energy was still strongly connected and earthbound as I knew that she had in fact crossed over to the other side. When the news came on in the evenings I could instantly feel her energy again and again in my living room. I would ask her different questions and write down the different flashes and feelings that I would pick up. Each night new information came about on the news cast.
This was what I knew from Kara as she gave me different visuals and feelings. Her body was going to be found. She was east of town. She is farther east then where they are currently looking. Her body was covered up with something like a blanket or a black piece of plastic. Her physical body was thrown out haphazardly and felt to be up against something like brush or a log. Her body was also above ground and was not buried.
I remember thinking, “well so now what am I suppose to do with this information?” I wrote it down and simply watched the story unfold night by night on the evening news. Kara’s boyfriend then committed suicide. This was big. To me this truly validated that he was the killer.
Carrying around this information weighed heaving on my heart as I struggled with what to do. Could I help this grieving family? Could I help the police? Was it possible that any of this information was even accurate? Why am I getting these down loads from Kara? I didn’t even know this girl.
Then she was found. It had been several months but thank goodness she had been found for the sake of the grieving family.
From what the news reported here is what I discovered. Yes she was found east of town. Yes she was further east from where they were originally searching. Yes she was found wrapped in a blanket, tarp, foam mattress and inflatable raft. Yes according to medical examiners there was no doubt that the boyfriend had killed her. Yes she was found above ground and not buried.
I cried. I sobbed in relief for this poor young beautiful girl that was finally found and could be laid to rest. Usually I am able to stay detached from receiving this type of information but for whatever reason the universe created a strong connection between her and I.
I thanked Kara for sharing her story with me so that I may learn and help others. I thanked her for trusting me. I thanked her for giving me the honor to share, do better and be a better human in this 3rd dimensional life. I sent her love and light and told her that it was time to fully cross over to the other side to allow her soul to heal in a place of pure love.
This extraordinary loving being will forever be in my heart. She has been a part of my path to learning as I am now working on becoming a forensic medium. This summer I am starting my forensic mediumship to train, learn and further my gift and be of service to those who need help finding their loved ones.
This is who I am, The Pure Channel. I hope that you will stay with my as I continue to share these experiences and work on my up leveling to a forensic medium. LOVE & LIGHT! Stephanie
*The names have been changed in order to protect peoples privacy especially those of Kara and her family.
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