When we left off, it was July 2007 (missed my last blog, click here!) and my friend Amie and I were certain that our “ghost hunting boyfriends” were stalking us. But, after seeing them loitering outside the home of the philosophy class teacher, we didn’t run into them again. Rather, Spirit threw a couple other men and an engagement ring in my path (both of those tales for another time)… but not him.
After the weekend, Spirit cooled it with the insistence of me finding love. I was able to enjoy the time in Lily Dale and enjoy the opportunity of teaching the class there.
And then we returned to life outside the Dale. But, at least we had good stories. We would joke about Amie and my ghost hunting boyfriend especially after Amie’s ghost hunting boyfriend (not mine in the cowboy hat) friended me on MySpace (dates us, doesn’t it?). He would send a ‘hello’ now and again…. always certain to add, “Don says hi!” This correspondence often led to giggles and perpetuated the “ghost-hunting boyfriend” joke.
A year went by. Shortly after my joining Facebook, my friend’s “ghost-hunting boyfriend” friended me. It was at that time, rather than just receiving the HELLO that he mentioned, “Hey! Don and I are going to Lily Dale with our buddies to see Jay and Grant (the Ghost Hunters) July 25 – 27th. You gonna be there? We should get together!”
Ironically enough, or perhaps not, we WERE going to be there! Amie and I had rented an apartment in Lily Dale from a friend of ours. We were going to be there all week.
I hemmed and hawed. What did Spirit have in mind? But, after a back a forth, we decided we would get together Friday night at Cup of Joe – the place to be at the Dale.
About a day later, I got a friend request from my ghost hunting boyfriend. I hesitated accepting it, especially since my friend Amie started teasing me, “I think he likes you. I bet you two are going to get married.”
I scoffed at her. Romance was still not my thing. But at this point I had been receiving the message from Spirit for over a year… so I decided I would follow at tip from the movie Practical Magic and make a list. Knowing that specifics are important, I spent quite a bit of time on this list. It included things like: he needed to be a heterosexual male; would understand and support my business; would serenade me; could be handy and fix things; be financially responsible and stable; as well as a few others.
Nervous she might be right, I also accepted his request and Facebook stalked him. I was relieved when from his limited Facebook profile it appeared that he was in a relationship. Phew… dodged that bullet!
Amie insisted, however, “Dawn I don’t think he’s with anyone. I think you two are meant to be.”
I had my list… we would see what happens…
It was Friday, July 25th; the day. Amie and I packed up our things to head down to the Dale for the week. Before we left Buffalo, we hit the grocery store for food (and adult beverages). We were then on our way.
When we got to there, we unpacked. Settled in. And started drinking…
We drank until the designated time we were scheduled to meet the boys. A little tipsy, we showed up laughing (and probably a little obnoxious). We knew it was them from their signature black shirts and my ghost hunting boyfriend was wearing his signature cowboy hat.
Despite a little awkwardness at the get go. Do we hug? Do we not? What do we talk about? Our meeting went well. I was surprised to see the boys and their friends did not fit the stereotype I had created for ghost hunters. They were more spiritual and respectful of Spirit than I had imagined.
After a lengthy conversation, and as Cup of Joe was closing up. We (my friend, me, and the two ghost hunters) decided to continue our conversation and explore the Dale. We headed over to the museum (where we got this awesome photo), talked to the beach, and ran into some of their friends including the amazing Stacey Jones. We ended up on a bench at the corner of Cleveland and Third, were we talked LONG into the night.
Finally, at some time after 1am we decided it was time to part. But, with the agreement we would meet up the next day.
And we did.
Actually, we, the three and sometimes four of us, ended up spending the entire weekend together.
We talked. A LOT. And over the course of time, found out that YES, Don was seeing someone… they'd been together ten years! But he admitted he wasn’t happy anymore.
I fought Spirit. There was a connection between us. And, he met all the criteria on my list. But he was not free. I wasn’t going to be the other woman. There was also a strange connection between him and my friend… maybe we were just supposed to be friends?
So we enjoyed our weekend, but before we knew it, the weekend came to a close. On Sunday, we traded numbers. Hugged. Parted ways. Uncertain when (or even if!) we’d see each other again.
Lengthy conversations continued over the next few days. He'd give a ring in the morning, during his lunch break and in the evening. When he called on Thursday he informed me he had BIG news. He left his girlfriend.
He spoke of the wake up he received during the weekend with Amie and I. He spoke about how he for the first time in years felt alive. He wanted more. And with after a challenge from Amie, he decided he was going to take charge of his life.
That night, and the nights to follow, he spoke (more like rambled) a lot. It was clear he felt a freedom and he was dreaming about the future. And in those ramblings he said a couple of things that scared me... he told me, "Dawn, I see us owning a shop or a business or something together in the future. It's named db... (after a long pause).... and it represents both of us. We have the same initials."
When he made comments like that, I ignored them. Remained quiet. Or changed the subject.
Our conversations continued and it was a couple of months before we officially began dating…. Shortly after that, the marriage topic (much to my chagrin) began coming up. It became apparent (despite his denials at first) that he wanted it. Less than a year later he was proposing. Amie was right, we did get married.
That’s our story, and Spirit definitely had a hand in it.
This week my husband and I celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary. Wild! Especially because for a long time I did not imagine myself ever getting married. I actually liked the idea of being the “crazy dog lady.” But Spirit, had another thing in store for me AND definitely had a hand in our getting together.
How did Spirit play a role? As you can imagine, it’s quite the story. He and I (and one of my besties) joke that to tell it right, you need the three of us and about two hours… we don’t have that, but here is my version of events!
It was the summer of 2007. My friends (the Chakra Sisters) and I were slated to do a presentation in Lily Dale. Excited about the opportunity, several of us decided to spend a few days prior to our class enjoying the Dale. We got tickets to hear John Zaffis, “the Godfather of Demonology;” attend the first annual Victorian Séance; and, participate in a ghost hunt in the historic Leolyn Hotel.
We got to Lily Dale early Saturday morning to hear John Zaffis. To be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to this. I’ve always been a little turned off by ghost hunting… But, because my friends were going I thought why not.
Upon walking into the auditorium that morning, however, I began questioning my decision. Seated front and center were about a dozen individuals… each in a black shirt with the phrase “Got Ghosts?” This group was rowdy! They were hootin and hollerin… Yes… the ghost hunters were in the house… All I could think was GREAT this is why I don’t do ghost hunting. In my opinion, they were obnoxious.
Once John Zaffis started speaking, however, they quieted down and were very respectful. And despite my preconceived notions, I was impressed with Zaffis. As well as a ‘ghost hunter’ in the audience, a good-looking bald man of about fifty who asked insightful questions.
After the presentation, my friend picked up Zaffis’ book… but with the ghost hunters getting a little rowdy again, I hurried her along so we could take in the energy of the Dale.
It was a beautiful sunny day and we buzzed with excitement looking forward to the Victorian Séance.
When we arrived at the Séance that evening we found Lily Dale Registered mediums were doing flower readings, spoon bending and the group I was with were fortunate enough to get the medium who decided to do table tipping!!
If you haven’t seen table tipping, it is an amazing experience! And, the table that night did not disappoint. In fact, it went a little bonkers. Loved ones and guides were coming through left and right. In fact, they came through to give each of the sitters a message. Each one that is, except me.
That’s not exactly true, however. After each message, I heard in my third ear… “Dawn, if you don’t let us come in about romance, we aren’t coming in.” Well, I was not going to ask about romance... no siree. I wanted nothing to do with that.
Realizing Spirit wasn’t getting through my thick head, my guides start started prodding (did I mention my guides are bossy and pushy) my dear friend Amie to push me to ask about romance. Even with her nudging, I was not going to ask. Then the table went cold.
No message for me. And yes, I was a little disappointed… but, I stubbornly didn’t want to hear about romance so I decided perhaps it was for the best.
From there, Amie and I scooted over to the ghost hunt at the Leolyn Hotel. For those of you who aren’t familiar, the Leolyn is a hotel right outside the gates of Lily Dale. It is in limited use, however, because it has not yet been fully renovated after a fire ravaged it. So we were excited to get to see more of the hotel than normal.
However, soon as we walked in a pang of annoyance hit me… there again was a sea of black shirts. And yes, I know I shouldn’t have been surprised to see the ghost hunters again, but it still didn’t stop me from thinking… ‘do I REALLY want to be here?’ The hundred plus dollars I had already paid for the hunt ran through my head, and I grudgingly stuck around.
Then the ghost hunt commenced. We were given a quick tour and then taken into the old séance room. Two séances in one night? The annoyance fluttered away... maybe this was worth the cost!!
Once in the séance room, we were instructed to sit in a circle. As people made their way to their seats, the lights were turned off. It wasn’t dark in that space for long. Soon, the room was filled with people shouting “Flash” which was immediately followed by you guessed it, camera flashes.
This messed with my eyes, but fortunately it did not mess with Spirit communication. There were SEVERAL Spirits present and they wanted to make themselves known. I bit my tongue. Listening to Spirit yack away, but not saying much as I didn’t know if it was my place. It was then that a male voice boomed throughout the room. He spoke to the Spirits… and then I found myself speaking to them. Back and forth the two of us bounced. It was amazing.
This continued for about forty-five minutes. As the Spirits quieted down, it was decided we would try table tipping. It was like Christmas!! After one round, however, my friend and I decided to explore the hotel to see what feelings we got.
As we walked out into the hallway, we saw the sea of black shirts clumped in one direction. Not wanting to get caught up in that, I grabbed my friend’s arm and pulled her the other way. She didn’t mind, less people. We’d be more able to sense the energies.
Down the hall we went, stopping in one room after another. We’d snap a couple of photos. Talk about what we sensed. But, more than anything else, we soaked in the energy.
We soon realized, we were NOT alone. And, I don’t mean in the Spirit sense. One of the ghost hunters had peeled off from his group and was following us! It was a little creepy, but we soon found he was a nice man. But, I had my guard up and we really wanted to just take everything in… ALONE.
Well, Spirit obviously didn’t want me to be alone that night. We were interrupted again. While standing outside one the rooms, a man about my age in a cowboy hat came darting down the hall, PAST a few other people mind you, only to stop abruptly in front of me. He then shoved his coat and watch into my arms saying, “Here… hold this.” No, please. No, do you mind. Just, HOLD THIS.
And then he was off.
I was aghast… annoyed… PISSED OFF! All I could think was, “What the heck? Do I look like a freakin’ coat rack?”
But, I stood. Waiting…
When he came back, he did thank me. I believe he also introduced himself and attempted to make small talk. Still annoyed, however, I only half listened. Thank is until his friend came up and gave him a hard time. What did she say, “Soooo… this is how you are picking up the ladies these days? A medium this time?”
Annoyed. Angry at Spirit. Angry at the situation… I flipped and I adamantly expressed, “NO! I’m not interested!” And stomped off.
Despite my scene, my friend’s and my followers had grown. There were now TWO!
We went along our way… and successfully ignored them. That is UNTIL….
The gentleman in the cowboy hat stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway. Thinking maybe he got the point. Or, maybe someone else caught his eye. I rolled my eyes and thought, “maybe now he’ll leave us alone.”
Unfortunately, something more serious had occurred. One of the cranky Spirits decided to mess with him. The Spirit had ‘attacked’ him and made it difficult (if not impossible) for him to move. In an effort to help, one by one the people in the ghost hunt lined up to send healing energy, say prayers, and work to cross the Spirit.
At first I didn’t want to get involved. All I could think was, “Smart move tough guy. You should know better. YOU’RE THE GHOST HUNTER. See what happens when you don’t give Spirit a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Serves you right…” But, with a heavy sigh, I found myself in the pack sending healing energy.
And fortunately, all the prayers and healing worked. He was released from the Spirit.
As he shook it off. The group began to break up, and people continued on with the hunt. I tried to walk away, but, Spirit said, “NO! He needs more help… go back. Heal him.”
Again, I was annoyed. (Man in hind sight, I was really not happy that evening!!) But, when Spirit talks, I listen. So I turned around, walked up to him just as a woman was caressing his face and encouraging him to “Accept the love of Jesus Christ the Lord into your life…”
I pushed her aside and demanded he give me his hand.
Soon as his hand met mine, my mind went blank. This is not uncommon for me when I am sending healing energy...
Apparently, not only did my mind go blank, but I had a little diarrhea of the mouth. Out came lots of messages. When I realized I said some personal things I shouldn’t have (I read him without permission… A BIG NO NO), I finished up the healing, dropped his hand, and then scurried off to find my friend to leave. I was done. I’d had enough of the ghost hunt.
As Amie and I walked back to the Dale. We had a good laugh over the whole situation. In fact, we dubbed the two men, “Our ghost hunting boyfriends.” Little was I to know that one of them would become my husband someday. I thought… I’ll never see them again.
Well, we saw them both the next morning during the Church of the Living Spirit Sunday morning service. Now Lily Dale is a REALLY small place, so not many places for people to go. So I shouldn’t have been surprised they were there, but I was a little taken aback.
What really had me taken aback was the way the guy in the cowboy hat kept looking in my direction. It was throughout the service. And then afterwards he again scanned the crowd for me. After locking my eyes he headed in my direction.
Not sure what he wanted to say, I did everything to avoid him. I talked to friends. I talked to strangers I had just met. All while he waited patiently… watching me… waiting…
Finally, however, he gave up… And disappeared into the crowd.
My friend and I only saw him once more that weekend, we were certain he was stalking us. While taking the philosophy class for church, we saw him standing in the street loitering outside the teacher’s home.
Who was the man in the cowboy hat? You probably guessed it. It was my husband, Don.
That’s how we met… but how did we get together? Check out to my next blog to find out.
And to prove Spirit had something to do with lining everything up. Check out this picture. It was inadvertently taken that night and is the first picture of the two of us. He took it feeling a “presence” over his shoulder.
People ask me when I’ll know if the “gift” of mediumship has been inherited by Baby Girl. It’s my belief that all children are born intuitive and instinctively aware of the energies around them. From my observations, this is the case with my daughter.
It became apparent early that she is sensitive to energy. On the winter solstice, she was carted along to a meditation I was leading. In honor of the solstice, a celebration of the darkness and new beginnings, the meditation walked those present into their own darkness and the realm of their fears. A visualization of the light around you fading into pitch blackness was used. When we got to the point in the meditation where people were encouraged to see all the lights go out and sit in the darkness of their fears, Baby Girl who was sleeping comfortably was startled awake and began screaming… was it a coincidence? Perhaps… I, however, think not.
She continues to demonstrate her awareness of the energies around her, especially those of people. The other day we were at a friend’s home for a BBQ. When their eighteen month old son fell and started crying, she did not start crying with him (like most ten month olds would). Rather, she pushed against me (I was holding her) towards him in an effort to climb out of my arms to give him a hug, pat on the back and kiss as if to say, “It’s ok friend.”
Again, could it be a coincidence? Could she be mimicking our behavior? Perhaps. My husband and I will continue to watch… but I’m pretty sure she’s in tune with energy.
Being in tune with energy is one thing, but what about Spirits you ask? Can she see them?
Well, I’m pretty sure she does…
While changing Baby Girl’s diaper one day when she was about two and a half months… the tired, exhausted and annoyed at my kicking, fussy Baby Girl me was pleased to have grandmother pop in (from ‘heaven’) to lend me, if nothing else, a loving word of support. It had been a long, tough day (Baby Girl was in the middle of a growth spurt and NOTHING was making her happy) so the soft words of encouragement were VERY MUCH appreciated. In an effort to lend a little more help, she turned to make faces and soothe Baby Girl. As soon as her attention moved from me to my little one, Baby Girl’s head snapped to gaze directly in my grandmother’s direction. Baby Girl then proceeded to giggle and grab at the air toward where my grandmother was standing.
Again, could this be a coincidence? Am I reading more into the situation that exists? Perhaps… But again, I doubt it.
So what about psychic tendencies? We won’t be able to start determining that until she can talk, right? You’d think…. But we’ve already had some instances, without words mind you, she’s let us know what’s on her mind.
For example, my dear friend is pregnant. As with any pregnancy, people like to guess what the gender of the baby is. Before she got pregnant, I was certain she was going to have a little girl. Once she became pregnant however, I changed my vote to little boy…. which was the consensus amongst folks. Not Baby Girl. The day before my friend’s ultrasound to reveal the gender, the three of us were out and we decided to get Baby Girl’s input. When asked, “Are you going to have a cousin Hunter?” Upon hearing the name, she scrunched her nose and grimaced. So we asked, “What about a Hannah?” To which she gave a HUGE grin and a giggle. At that moment, I turned to my friend and said, “Baby Girl thinks it’s a Hannah.” And you know what, she was right! The next day I received a text from my friend sharing the good news. It’s a girl.
Baby Girl was right then, and now she’s adding her two cents towards the gender of another friend’s pregnancy. She is currently pregnant with twins and we thought it would be fun to see what Baby Girl’s thoughts are, so we asked about Lili and Piper. When asked she looked right at my friend’s belly. The movement was so dramatic, we were flabbergasted. So we asked again. And she did it AGAIN. So we thought we’d try Wyatt and Dylan. She just blew raspberries. Looks like if she’s right, there are another two girls on the way. We’ll see how her skills for predicting go… either way, I think I’m in trouble!!
So… perhaps I’m a biased parent. But, it is my opinion she is sensitive… as most children are. Could that change? Absolutely…. but, not if I can help it. Now it’s just my job to nurture it and make sure she remains aware.
If you read my blog, Playing in the Big Leagues, you know that I was excited to be part of the Evolving Essence Psychic Fair circuit in Buffalo and Rochester. It validated me as a reader and was a phenomenal way to grow my business.
When I first started doing the fairs, I knew there were lots of politics. People warned me. I was told beware. Those people are evil. They are backstabbers. And sometimes the “spiritual” people will see themselves as all high and mighty and righteous, but are actually downright nasty. (Check out this article for more about that!) And it’s true. I experienced lots of fake smiles. Fake hugs. There were always arguments over space. Arguments over people’s set up. It was like high school all over again. More than one person has left because of this drama.
Knowing this. And seeing it. I would tell people I didn’t want to do that fairs forever. But, then I would become practical and rationalize that the fairs are a great marketing tool as it keeps me in the public eye. So I’d stay.
That is no longer the case.
This past year, the fairs were really tough on me. For one, I’m a new mom. And, I’ve been spoiled. Being self-employed, I am able to spend a lot of time with my daughter. The ten/twelve hour days that I would work at the fairs ate into that.
Not only that, this past year there were SOOOOOO many fairs. At one point there were six weekends of fairs in a row. One that’s a lot of work, but two… because there was more of them we saw less attendance at each of the individual events.
Finally, I just got sick and tired of the other readers. Being non-confrontational, I tried to keep out of the nonsense. Would go. Set up. Help the people I could. Tear down. And leave. I didn’t want to get into the mix of any of it. Some of the readers on the fair are just out right mean. Perhaps it is the stress of life. Perhaps the stress of the fairs. Or maybe it’s just the way they are. But then I started to get pulled in.
It started on my first show back from “maternity” leave. Baby Girl wasn’t even a month old yet. Because I was nursing, we kept her close at hand all weekend at the event… Many readers and clients oohed and aahed over her, so there was an air of lightness. But underneath it was a cold shoulder.
That cold shoulder got worse in January. It was at that show my husband and I were approached by the promoter about a complaint that he was “hooking.” Don’t get excited… no Don was not standing outside the fair showing some leg. Hooking, a BIG no-no at the fairs, is when the reader has a person roaming the fair and pitching one reader in hopes of filling that reader’s schedule. We know this is a no-no, not to mention unethical and encourage people to feel out the room and go where you feel comfortable. We believe this so strongly we even did a whole You-Tube video on how to pick a reader!!
But, another reader who I’m guessing was a little slow that weekend overheard a portion of a conversation and complained. What happened? At the VERY end of Saturday, an individual came up to my table and told me Don had told her I was his wife and just wanted to meet me. But, did that individual sit down with me for a reading? No. Why? She was another vendor. The vendor by the way that was back to back with the booth, Bella Earthica, that my husband was running for a friend of ours. How did I come up? They had been making small talk.
Having been approached by the promoter we explained this to her. We also pointed out that even if this woman wanted to get a reading, she wouldn’t have been able to. I was booked solid with pre-books all weekend. The promoter assured both of us, “Don’t worry. I know he’s not doing that… They are just being dramatic and I just have to appear to have addressed it.”
Well the situation wasn’t resolved. The coldness continued. I ignored it.
I was in Rochester. I had drove in Saturday morning with my friend Kristina from Ailuros Designs. After I was all set up and finding myself in the crossfire between two readers, I headed to the bathroom to pump before the day started. I plopped myself in the back stall and let the machine do its work. It was between the loud whooshes I heard a familiar voice. The voice of a reader I considered to be friendly.
HA… I was mistaken. What did I hear? It started with, “Can you believe that Dawn Lynn?” What was her complaint? In an effort to get people in the doors, I had offered any client who pre-booked a reading $10 off. This covered my client’s door fee. Well apparently, she didn’t like that and went on to bad mouth me for minutes.
I sat in that stall, hoping I could finish in enough time to walk out and look her straight in the eye. But alas, she was gone.
I almost walked out that day, but pulled myself together and dealt. Again.
But not anymore, I’m done.
There was one more straw which I’m not going to go into. But, the day the decision was made, Spirit aligned messages to prove to that it was time to leave the fairs. The morning of the final straw, I woke up and checked my Timehop. I’m obsessed with this app and love to see what happened in years past. This day, a quote popped up: “Sometimes you just have to erase the messages, delete the numbers and move on. You don’t have to forget who that person was to you; You just have to accept that they aren’t that person anymore.”
Later that day, I found myself doing some book keeping. In reviewing my numbers, to my surprise, my more lucrative months were the ones I didn’t have fairs! This is a win-win for both me and my clients. I don’t have to work quite as hard AND my clients get a better deal. Due to the $400+ booth fee at events, I have to charge my clients more per reading just to cover expenses. For the same fee, clients get double the reading at my offices.
Then hearing that my close friend, Sue of Autumn Dawn and BellaEarthica had decided to quit the fairs, everything was aligning me to believe that the Evolving Essence Fairs are no longer the place for me. So if you look for me there, I’m sorry to say… I won’t be there any longer.
And please don’t get me wrong. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to participate in them. I am grateful for the experiences I have had. I am grateful for those of you I met there… It’s just not an energy I wish to associate myself with any longer. It is amazing the relief I feel knowing I won’t be subjecting myself to that negativity. I thank Spirit for helping me see that.
And just because I’m giving up the Evolving Essence fairs, doesn’t mean I’m giving up the business. I’m always available for private readings and house parties. And who knows where else Spirit may lead me.
If you’ve read my Blog, Hit On the Head, you know that I was in a serious car accident in 2002. Because of that, it shouldn’t surprise you then that I suffer from back and neck pain from time to time. To keep this in check I see a chiropractor pretty frequently.
Unfortunately, I missed my last visit because Baby Girl had been cranky the night before (teething) and both she and I FINALLY gotten to sleep right before the appointment. Despite many good intentions, I never got around to rescheduling it. Week bled into week, and before I knew it it was four weeks since my last adjustment. That’s when my back decided to complain.
It started with a little ache. That ache, became a nag... which turned into a pain that shot up and down my back just below my rib cage accompanied by nausea, became very dizzy and light-headed. Then the headache began.
That night, I barely slept. Back hurting. Head hurting. Popping pain killers. Nothing helped. After a night of tossing and turning, I was tired, uncomfortable and could barely able to see straight… Seeing the pain on my face, my doting husband insisted I try to get in to the chiropractor. Unfortunately, that was a no go as the office was closed that day. Seeing the tears in my eyes, my husband came up with an alternate plan. What about Krista he queried. I insisted I could wait a day and didn’t want to bother her. Besides, I had other things to figure out – such as, what to do about the class I had scheduled that evening. After a lengthy discussion, I reluctantly decided to cancel class that evening. We hunted down everyone’s numbers, save one.
Luckily, I was pretty sure I had her contact information at the office. Knowing we would be heading down to the office, Don again pushed, let’s contact Krista. Urging me by saying, “Dawn… She’s next door. I’m SURE she will fit you in.”
Again I ignored his persistence and began to pull things together to pack Baby Girl up to get ready to go. And then shuffled off to the office, getting there a little after 12:15… Because people should be in meditation at this time, I figured I would be able to this would sneak in and then sneak out without being noticed.
Well that didn’t happen.
As I crept up the stairs, the door to the classroom where meditation was to be taking place was wide open. In the doorway stood three women: Judy (the owner of WillowLight), a patron, and KRISTA. All looked at me and aghast stated, “What are YOU doing here!”
I began explaining the situation, and before I could finish Krista exclaimed… “Dawn come over to my office, I’m taking care of you.”
So by now you must be thinking… WHO THE HECK IS KRISTA!
Krista Haller is licensed massage therapist, chiropractor and talented healer. She owns White Horse Chiropractic on Route 16, right next door to WillowLight. She is also incredibly intuitive.
Well that was that… I might be resistant, but I’m not stupid. When Spirit lines things up in such a matter that it’s impossible to ignore. I listen. So after finding the contact information I had come for, I made my way next door with Krista where I received one of the most amazing adjustments and healings I have ever had. While it did not take away all the pain as there is still a constant ache right at my ribs/kidney line (it turns out I had a UTI… which, btw, she encouraged me to get to the doctor about)… the adjustment/massage/healing lifted the fog I was under. I was no longer a zombie!
Thank you Krista. Thank you Spirit.
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.