In my current deep dive into psychic healing, I’m just finishing up Sara Wiseman’s “Spiritual Psychic” 2026 program. Hers is very interactive and she encourages participants to share detailed visions. Here’s one I shared today.

“Sorry to be so hesitant to share – but these were difficult readings all around.

First I looked at the relationship I am having with my son which is currently estranged- (now for about 2 years almost – started off and on after divorce 6+ years ago).

 My rose was black and white – cartoonish. There were no fine details and a few jagged thorns. Didn’t have much aroma or at all. My son’s was elegant peachy apricot with fine edges; very elegant, no thorns.  I asked him about us. He said he ‘sees the white rose and the black one ‘can’t unsee’ the ‘black one’. (I was miserable in my marriage and drank a lot of wine, etc.)

On the previous rose reading Sam’s was coral with thorns. then the stem was broken and bent – but healed (with scar). Facing me it became white with pink edges and fragrant. ‘needs witnessing; rare nudges’ (he’s 30 this year).

As the reading went on, my rose, initially bright cheerful marigold, turned to muddy gray, purple/bluish. coming up between ‘porous stones’. Looks bereft and drooping. my frame was plain but tooled. “needs water”. 

On the meadow he said I “enjoyed hurting” him.  I sad and said I was sorry. Was given by guide a book – “follow the book”, then shows me tendus in all directions.  (Stands on one leg while the right leg points in all directions) – ‘keep standing leg connected- despite entreaties to ‘go’ in different directions’.

About a week later, my sister actually texted me that all her sad memories are of me ‘hurting her’ and ‘enjoying’ it. (I do remember as a very young child being in awe she was soo placid while our mother screamed and yelled- I got spanked almost daily. I used to see if she was understanding stuff – as I felt I had been very aware and verbal even as an infant. She sat like a little Yoda.

I would do stuff like that -tease her, but she never responded. So I stopped (I thought); I gave up and thought she was dumb. AFter being ripped away from father, dog, home, and dolls – kidnapped by an unstable mom, we were moved 3000 miles away from Marblehead. She became really interested in money – and has great successes. She is a shamanic healer and a whiz at numbers!

Sis and I got separated by me becoming a runaway and placed in foster care when I was 13. We didn’t cohabitate after that. Our relationship seems to be thawing at last.

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The next time I asked about George – the love daemon guy. This is the third rose reading for him. The first time, 6 years ago, our partially open red roses overlapped-  leaving both centers open.

The second one, in class, his was huge deep red almost black floribunda – few thorns; mine that time was pink with frilly edge – then it turned into an acacia bright reddish pink- with green. His frame was black sharp and spikey. He was snappy.

This time, my rose was pink-ish and delicate. His was black and holding a sword. He was fending me off and wearing a mask. My big white rose had tendrils extending towards him in multiple directions. He flails to keep me away. (at the beginning of my “possession”, during the first two years- it has been 6+, I did contact him by card, visit, and left voice mail messages; he never responded to anything (like 6 times). I sent him fewer over the years for very specific reasons. informational only. 

On the meadow, guide brings him fending “demons”. At the end, He is accompanied by his (?ex- or real) wife, and son. when I met him, he was single/divorced). I said, immediately, “I’m not sharing”.

After I asked him why he was still so persistent, (he really still is in my aura – though it isn’t intrusive necessarily – more just like there. But does remind me several times a day to say ‘I love you’ out loud, etc…holding me at night….)

was shown that ‘paths have pressure sensors – being monitored’. Skipping down a ~Hawaiian path to see sunset -be careful not to bear down too hard. Might get sensor stuck – springs lose their sprung – gone.

He was wearing a rough patchwork of colors. Red, orange, green, blue, black. no purple. There was a little tuft of pure silvery white emanating from his left side of head. Patch edges were jagged -no real pattern; not at all unpleasing, just not connected or in any design. In a previous dream I had of him (I’ve had several), his son was wearing the same very saturated colors in a beautiful almost Mondrian-like paisley pattern.

Lastly, I did another reading – his rose was red, in bud; sepals back. it was fragrant. He offered it to me – and I just crushed it. The stem was ~watery air and had no substance. 

( I do have Venus and Uranus both squaring my nodes- and opposing each other; I’ve known since I was 19, I have no idea how to do relationships- which is why I’ve been working on them now; father sexualized both me and sis. With mom, we were always afterthoughts. My horoscope, (Star News in Pasadena) for years, said: “born march4, you lost one or both of parents at a young age”….- which figuratively fit.) At 19 I ‘turned it (my idea of relationships with men) over’ to G-d; said ‘I’d leave it up to him’. He did ‘reward’ me with a decent man and good provider, but one with whom I never could converse with! Though yes, we are still friends. Ironically, we’ve had our best conversations since the divorce was finalized.)”