How a Bar Converstation Changed My Life

A guy walks into Applebee’s and finds a spot near me. I was by myself, not because I’m an alcoholic, but because I was on a business trip. The bartender has all ESPN stations, in English and Spanish, playing on each forty-eight inch flat-screen TV. The 2014 World Cup dominated news coverage; however, June 26, 2014, was an especially slow day at the bar in San Antonio, Texas. After one 20oz Shiner Bock down, I ordered a Crown and Coke. A week away from home and a busy work week, I was ready to responsibly relax and walk upstairs to my hotel room. I noticed the gentleman beside me. We each made a polite head gesture to acknowledge one another’s presence and set our territories. By doing so, instinctively we mutually set our boundaries to the bar stool that separated us. In that brief interaction, I noticed his business attire, his exhausted demeanor, and I quietly commiserated on our hectic, work-week away from home. Since I was a child, I just knew things without really knowing why I knew them. Minutes passed, I lost track of time. I texted my wife good night, reviewed my Facebook page, and read work emails. “One last double-shot of Crown and Coke? Sure, why not,” I thought. Suddenly, I felt my chest tighten. “Is it the caffeine? Am I having a stroke,” I questioned. The same guy, one bar stool away, asked me a question. Little did I know at that moment how life-altering our conversation would be; how this bar conversation would change my life.

I asked the gentleman to repeat the question. I was struggling to diagnose the pain in my chest. “Yes, there is a good chance that US will beat Belgium.” He continued to talk about soccer and sports, while I pretended to listen. “Who are you? What is happening,” I asked myself. I felt someone, something near me. I knew it someone trying to connect. At last, my drink arrived. Drink and flight was the response I immediately sought, but for some reason I was compelled to ask him questions. It was time for me to turn my passive listening to active talking.

Instead of asking his name or what he did for a living, I asked him what any normal person would ask, his age. Well, to be more precise, I asked him to confirm his age. I inquired, “Are you 52?” For whatever reason, I was not surprised to hear him confirm his age. Before he could finish processing why I was asking something so personal, I quickly followed up with, “Are you a banker?” Again, he confirmed he was a banker. “Cool,” I said while I paused and took another gulp of my drink. “Are you also known as Miguelito?” At this time, his sun-bathed faced turned pale. He was perplexed beyond description. His face showed deductive reasoning in process. He stammered, “Do we have mutual friends?” I debunked his deduction with a polite, “No.”

I apologized. Although I had enjoyed one too many drinks, I had the foresight to know how bizarre this conversation was going. I sounded crazy. I was merely repeating what I was seeing, feeling, and hearing. I gave Miguel the opportunity to decline, to turn around, and walk away from the schizophrenic, random dude at the bar. I asked three or four times if he was sure he wanted to hear what I was seeing, feeling, and hearing. Secretly, I wanted to stop, but he insisted. He wanted me to continue. I knew I felt a male energy trying to come through. The male energy was painting a picture. I discerned a farm, with a cactus, a little boy with overalls, running, and a green, old truck. He instantly made a connection. He affirmed he had fond memories growing up on his uncle’s farm. Then, the uncle shows me a body outline of an Operations game board (remember the old game?). Everything was blacked out except for the heart. The heart was red, but broken. I asked him, “Did your uncle pass from a heart attack or heart condition”? He quickly finished his beer. I saw sweat beads form just above his eye brow.

Imagine, here I am giving personal details to a random guy at a bar. I had no fears. At no time, did I think Miguel was going to pull out a gun and shoot me or throw me across the bar. I was guided to deliver this message.

Before I continued, I remember saying, “I know, this is totally crazy, I can stop whenever you want me to.” He was adamant. He wanted me to proceed.

Intuitively, I felt bad energy surrounding the farm, and I knew it was connected to a boy. I told him exactly what I felt. At first he did not make a connection. I felt profound regret; a big secret. I repeated what I felt. To my surprise, Miguel divulged that his uncle had two separate families. Just recently, he had met his male cousin. Miguel further added that he did not really intend to start a relationship with his cousin. The uncle made me aware that he wanted his family to accept his other son. I felt how much the uncle wanted a unified family. As I said those words, I saw tears form; I made a grown, random man cry. Never have I ever made a man cry. To undo the tears that I caused, I reassured him everything was going to be OK and summarized the point of his uncle’s message: to embrace his cousin. As soon as I completed that sentence, my chest pain completely dissipated. The energy I felt, the energy that was concentrated on my chest, left. Message delivered.

I got up from the bar; I saw a WF and an 89. I told him what I saw although, it did not make sense. I thought I was finished. I thought the uncle had left. Miguel did not make any immediate connections. What started off as a relaxing night at a bar completely turned my world upside down. The bar conversation altered my course in life. My eyes were unveiled to a world that includes Angels, Spirit Guides, & Mediumship. This blog is intended to share my journey, the books, articles, courses, and resources I researched to understand and grow as an intuitive medium. As for the bar tab, I turned to Miguel and told him my charge for the reading was my bar tab. I shook his hand and walked away thinking, “What the hell? Am I Theresa Caputo?”

Get Your Sage On

I am happy to announce that I am now offering house cleansing and blessings. Yes, that’s right! I will come to your house, equipped with dried white sage and an open mind, and smudge away any residual or stagnant energy.

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As an intuitive medium, I am frequently asked to validate clients’ personal experiences with the paranormal. Clients often retell stories of hearing sounds and smells throughout their homes like toys randomly going off in the middle of the night, the sounds of pans clanking although no one is in the kitchen, the sound of water running or dripping with no evidence of plumbing issues, or odd smells, the smell of cigars burning at a certain time, the smell of fire wood in the middle of summer, the smell of your dead grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, etc. To me, the sensory overloads, while frightening to those who are unaware, are ways that loved ones who have passed try to communicate with us. The residual energy from our loved ones who have passed present themselves as a way to provide validation that our loved ones are still with us. Stagnant energy is a little different from residual energy.

Have you ever walked into a part of a house and automatically felt enraged, sad, or anxiety out of nowhere? Or have you ever had new furniture delivered to your house and felt frustrated, pissed off, rushed but not sure why? Or do you ever wonder while little Johnny is afraid to enter Uncle Bob’s dining room without being able to express why? These are examples of stagnant energy. Children specifically have a keen sense of picking up on energy that does not feel right. Unlike residual energy that is connected with a loved one who has passed, stagnant energy can stumble even the most advanced spiritual gurus as the source of the energy is often overlooked or not easily identified. When I walk into a client’s home and feel stagnant energy, I smudge away the energy with dried white sage and bless the room before I proceed with a reading.

How do I prep for a house cleanse?

  • Crack open several windows
    • The dried sage can be unpleasant for those with a sensitivity to smells
    • This allows the residual or stagnant energy to “leave” the house
  • Identify problem areas of the house
    • Not a must but can help to add extra protection during my walk through
  • The people who reside in the house be present
    • Not a must but I cleanse their aura for added benefit and provide insight on the source of the residual or stagnant energy

Cost?

$80 within an hour away

$150 within two hours away

How do I pay?

I have a Paypal and a Venmo account. I can invoice you beforehand if needed.

Blessings and Light,

The Drunken Medium

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I’m Back

It’s Friday! I have a few minutes before I leave for the weekend and wanted to share some great news: WordPress finally let me back on! I finally regained access to my account.

To be totally honest I have not made it a priority to regain account access (Two-way authentication, you’re dead to me). I am eager to write and share experiences with you. So much has happened. I cannot believe it’s been 6 months since my last blog. I need to dust off my Web site, roll up my sleeves, and share amazing stories with you; stories with the purpose of confirming we are all conduits of divine information.

As I head out, I wish you and your family a happy and safe weekend.

Much love and light,

theDrunkenMedium

Yoga Groove

“Why does anyone join yoga? After all, how can I ever get my body to twist like a pretzel or stand on my head and get any benefit? Yoga is only a girl thing. Dudes are not allowed.” I had many similar sentiments prior to starting my spiritual journey. As an intuitive medium I have learned to lead by faith. Shortly after a life-changing conversation at a bar (link to blog) in the summer of 2014, my inner guidance, intuition, a small voice within led me to yoga and eventually my current yoga studio, The Yoga Project in Fort Worth. My Ego subsided as my faith kicked into overdrive. “Just how and why did your intuition lead you to yoga,” you may ask?

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For a couple of months after my life-changing conversation at a bar I felt I was walking on clouds. I felt like I was floating through life; going through the motions but consumed by images and feeling that were not necessarily my images or feelings. Somehow I sensed what I needed was to rid myself of this real life-daydream feeling. My body, my soul needed an anchor. My soul needed to be tied down. I needed grounding. The energy that I was absorbing was draining me. It was making me fatigued and loopy. I don’t consider myself a guru of meditation; however, I have always known the power of prayer and meditation. It was through prayer and meditation I received the answer: yoga. Today I recognize that I had an overactive crown and solar plexus chakra and I desperately needed to strengthen my root chakra to balance my energy.

My first experience with yoga was through an app I downloaded on my smart phone.  I learned the name of poses, breathing techniques, and what a modified pose should look like. I will admit though, I did not have the form that can only be learned from a yogi. Again, my inner guidance indicated that I needed a yoga studio. My inner guidance manifested itself in Groupons, promotional introductory emails, and Facebook ads within days of each other. I tried a handful of yoga studios in the Fort Worth area. I learned a great deal, but none of them felt like home. After a year search of avoiding year-long contracts, autodrafts, and schedules that conflicted with mine, I set my intentions to find a studio that was right for me.

I vividly recall the moment I saw The Yoga Project in Fort Worth Facebook ad. The fact that I could practice yoga while overlooking the Trinity River almost sold me. Fortunately for me, the Fort Worth studio is conveniently located down the road from work. The fact that I could practice during lunch and purchase ten classes at a time and have a year to use them, thus avoiding contracts, won me over. Again, my intuition delivered with meeting all my expectations and more. It has been a year and a half and I have gained so much more than what I expected.

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Through yoga I have expanded my own personal intuition. Through yoga I have acquainted myself with my own chakra system. And through yoga, my mediumship abilities have catapulted to levels that leave me in awe. Each time I step in the yoga studio is like walking into a sanctuary. I feel and see everyone’s energy. I sense everyone’s love converging to one singular heartbeat.  I feel the energy of self-determination of everyone present. On occasion, I have sensed people’s loved ones who have passed present in the studio, watching, cheering on their child/grandchild as they commence their personal path to self-discovery. In a bold move on my part, but guided by my inner guidance, I even delivered a message to a yogi. Yes, I have found my studio: this studio is my temple and my yoga mat is my souls’ Eucharist.

Soul mates

This blog is dedicated to Sgt. Kirk Stowell. As we honor the great men and women of this country who fight for a greater cause, I thank you. Not every session leaves an impression. You; however, left an indelible mark. Thank you for showing me the true meaning of soul mates.

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“Soul mates. It’s extremely rare, but it exists. Sort of like twin souls tuning into each other. Apparently, even in death,” Albert says in the movie, What Dreams May Come. The word “soul mate” is blatantly overused in today’s world and the significance of the word is lost. “She is my soul mate,” is often thrown around in the early stages of a relationship, but later loses its luster as the butterflies in your stomach fade. On June 7, 2016, my client, Jessica, exposed to me the true meaning of soul mates; the heavenly essence of soul mates.

Our session started normal. I recited how I work. I clarified once more that I could not control the loved ones who appear, but I know that the message to be delivered is what needs to be heard. Kirk made his presence known. I felt a male energy; however, he was not concerned with validating himself, how he passed, or his connection with Jessica. Kirk immediately tackled the health issues inflicting Jessica, Jessica’s dog, and Kirk’s little brother. Only after the health issues were addressed did Kirk validate himself: a proud Army soldier with a deep rooted love for Jessica.  Images of the Empire State Building played in my mind’s eye. Kirk took full control of our session to show me the meaning of his love for Jessica. “Love is beautiful when it’s professed, but it’s only meaningful when it’s practiced,” as the adage states.

Our session was no longer normal. It was amazingly stunning. In full control, Kirk placed me in a living room. I was Kirk. For the first time ever I was someone else. All five senses were engaged. It was as if I was teleported to Jessica’s house as Kirk’s soul. I was on a couch nestled between a boy and a girl watching the Disney channel. The love I had for these children is unconditional and tremendous. The surges of love flooded my soul. I turned my head back to see Jessica in the kitchen making dinner. I embrace her as to let her know everything is going to be ok. He later placed me in a play room. I was playing Legos and dolls with these children that I loved dearly. These moments were so intimate. As a father of a boy and girl it made it even more personal. I was later placed in a basketball gym. I was playing basketball with the kids. Kirk’s full control of my senses ended with us writing the number 4 on cement. “I just tripped on a number 4 carved in cement just two days ago and I see the number 4 when I sense him around,” Jessica confided.

“I know these are not my children, but I love them like they’re mine,” I told Jessica out of nowhere. Jessica validated my statement. This love story unexpectedly unfolds. Jessica shared that she never had the opportunity to hold or hug Kirk. Jessica never had the opportunity to fully express how much she loved him. Their love story started in the military. From the beginning oceans and land separated them. For years, Jessica and Kirk forged their love story over letters and phone calls. Life continued amid the miles that separated Jessica and Kirk. Their love story turned into friendship. Jessica later married and had children.

“What is sealed on Earth is sealed in Heaven.” After Jessica shared their unique love story, Kirk decided to kick into full throttle to make his intentions clearly known. I saw a silhouette of Mother Mary. “Mother Mary is showing up. Mother Mary shows up for three reasons. One, you are trying to conceive. Two, you are having problems being motherly which does not resonate. Three, you have had miscarriages. For you, I feel you are trying to conceive and have had miscarriages,” I told Jessica. Jessica validated that she did have miscarriages, but was not actively trying to conceive.

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Shortly after, I see Kirk, Mother Mary on the top, and a baby boy going down. It first I did not make the connection. More frankly, I registered Kirk’s intentions, but hesitated sharing this with Jessica. After a couple of times of seeing this image I proceeded with caution. “How do I deliver this to Jessica? Not everyone believes in reincarnation,” I silently asked myself. The image appeared once again. “Ok, this is my sign to deliver the message. Jessica, Kirk is trying to reincarnate as a child for you. Kirk started this session talking about your health. Your health issues are currently causing an emotional block and preventing him from reincarnating with you. I see Kirk, I see Mother Mary, and then I see a baby boy entering your life. The reason why Kirk is so present in your daily life is because spiritually, he is already here. I know this sounds ridiculous and crazy, but with every fiber of my being, this is what I feel and see for you.”

It would be stunning to share that Jessica is indeed pregnant, but she is not (not yet). My session with Jessica and Kirk shattered my understanding of soul mates. Kirk not only professed his love, but showed me the meaning of his love for Jessica. Jessica’s dreams of waking up pregnant were validated. Her intuition, long ago, told her she is going to get pregnant and feels like Kirk is still very much present in her daily life. I simply validated what she already knew and reassured her that everything is possible with God, even reincarnation. Because of Kirk, what is sealed in Heaven will be sealed on Earth, even after death, or multiple attempts. Soul mates are bonded in Heaven. Just like Robin William’s character, Chris, tells God in the movie What Dreams May Come, “I would go through it again to find Annie; to find that girl by the lake.”

And as for the Empire State Building that weaved in and out of our session? Jessica had a final question for me. “Do you know the name of the song that I often hear that reminds me of Kirk,” she asked before we concluded our session. I was not able to confirm, but she told it was If You Only Knew by Shinedown. I explained Spirit draws images from my experiences. Jessica sent me a text with a link to the video minutes after our session concluded. Mindlessly, I clicked on the hyperlink and to my surprise the Empire State Building was the backdrop of the video. The Empire State Building weaved in and out of the video much like it had throughout the reading. Kirk answered Jessica’s questions long before she even asked.

If You Only Knew

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Spirit & spirits

 

Dr. Amanda (@alternative_PT) and I are pleased to start a mentorship program for like-minded, professional, family-oriented individuals who enjoy cocktails, drinks, or spirits from time to time and have been touched by angels, loved ones who have passed, or Spirit.

Class 1 (July 23, 2016)

Spirit & spirits

In 1 Corinthians 12 Apostle Paul tells us we all have the ability to connect with God. For us humans though, we just have to recognize it.

We will launch our first mentorship program on June 4, 2016. This small group is limited to 10 people and costs $122 per person. The first session will give an introduction to spirituality and cover the following topics:

  • religion vs. spirituality
  • clairs
  • chakras
  • auras

We feel these topics are fundamental. We will build on these topics in future sessions.

You’re not crazy…

What you feel, see, hear, and know without knowing is all real. Can you walk into a room and sense an argument recently happen? Do you take on other people’s energy? Do you see color around people? Do you hear a small voice telling you what to do? Most of the time, this is Spirit trying to communicate to us.

Our mentorship program offers the following:

  • 30-minute call before our June 4, 2016 session with Dr. Amanda or Bernardo
  • 2-hour session on periscope
  • 30-minute post-session call with Dr. Amanda or Bernardo
  • Private Facebook page to surround yourself with like-minded individuals
  • Participates are encouraged to complete a 30-minute reverse periscope session. Dr. Amanda or Bernardo will watch you practice your gifts on someone and give immediate feedback.

Requirements:

Once you pay you will be contacted for confirmation and added to the Facebook private page!

Use the following video link for more information!

https://www.periscope.tv/w/agJIETFYSlFrenBHdldFTHl8MU9kS3JRRGpsTFB4WL4hctBcmQU2zDCXlUFoCu5JD_rKUtia4M1N5f8hdIyz

Class 2 ( July 30, 2016)

$44 for a private 2 hour class. Teaching will include :

Meditation techniques

Identifying your guardian angels and spirit guides.

30 minute follow up Q&A via periscope with Bernardo and Dr. Amanda

Ode to my mother, Mary

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.” Maya Angelou’s words ring as true today as they did growing up. My earliest memories are not of Disneyland, carnival rides, soccer practices, or extravagant birthday parties. Contrary, my earliest memories are of darkness. I cannot remember which came first, the time I hid under my bed and urinated on myself or the time I saw my mother’s battered face against a tree: the mix of blood and tree bark was not found on the color wheel shown to me in pre-kindergarten the day before. As a child, I was conditioned to automatically fear my alcoholic father.  Others did not need to influence me. His actions directly manifested my conditioning. Such as the universe works in mysterious ways to balance darkness and light, my mother was the loving superhero that quickly recovered and comforted her boys. As my childhood memories flow through my consciousness a sweet smell is stamped on every memory picture. I note that the smell of fresh red and pink roses moments before a rainstorm and a Texas spring have always been present.

My mother had the strength and assertiveness of a man. Like Hulk Smash, she quickly morphed into my superhero when she needed to protect her boys or herself from abusive men. I vividly remember the moment I felt the urge to check in with my mother after hours of playing down the street with my brothers and friends. At the age of 13 I knew to follow my intuition. A hint of the reoccurring sweet smell of a Texas spring accentuated my intuition. I walked in the house just in time to see my mother raise an iron skillet behind the wooden kitchen table turned on its side. It was evident that the kitchen table served as an Aegeus shield for my mother. imageI witness my superhero in action. That night after the cops where called and after being displaced to a friend’s house, my loving mother comforted my brothers and me as we feel asleep to her repeating affirmation, “We will be alright. Everything will be ok.”

For the majority of my life my mother was a single parent. On Father’s Day, my brothers and I made it a point to buy our mother flowers and a card. Oddly enough, Hallmark did not carry a card that conveyed, “Happy Father’s Day to the Best Mother in The World.” I guess single parenting was not common enough to warrant a section for mothers who acted as both parents. We recognized her struggles to maintain a house and raise three crazy boys. My mother embodied both father and mother, masculine and feminine, and strength and love. “I don’t need a father,” I found myself sharing my sentiment to anyone that would care to listen.

As my childhood catches up to the present, I know now the importance that Mother Mary has played in my life. She has accompanied me all these years. Mother Mary, like my mother, is very loving, kind, nurturing, feminine, and at the same time, masculine and assertive. My religion taught me to pray to God, Jesus, Mother Mary, and to any saint. imageAs a catholic I am comfortable invoking saints and Mother Mary when as needed. I do ultimately pray to one, supreme, heavenly Father, but Mother Mary is the one that visits me in my dreams. She comforted me the many nights I feared being abducted by my father. She assuaged my nightmares and dried my tears with love and grace. She was present when I managed depression caused by years of molestation and caused my hands to steer left seconds before contemplating driving into a light post on I35 South. Most importantly though, I now know she has been my intuition.

The day before my mother passed to be with her Heavenly Father I prayed and meditated. I am a believer that our loved ones need to hear “I forgive you” or “please forgive me for” so they can cross stripped of any guilt or rancor they may harbor. In that hour of meditation, I told my mother everything she needed to hear.  “Mom, I forgive you for not being there to prevent my being molested. I forgive you for not seeing the signs to put a stop to it. I forgive you for not being my superhero in this one situation in my life.” Similarly I asked for forgiveness. “Please forgive me for not visiting you as much as we both would have liked. Please forgive me for sponsoring my father to become a US Citizen against your wishes. Please forgive me for the moments I did not meet your expectations as a son.” I concluded my monologue with, “I thank you for being the center of my universe, and I thank you for being the best mother and father. I love you unconditionally and I cannot wait to get to know you better from the other side. I welcome you to all aspects of my life and eagerly anticipate sharing my spiritual development with you and your assistance.” My mediation was cathartic. It was a lifetime of therapy sessions condensed in a power hour; a divinely induced energy release.imageThis moment was an ode to my mother. As I started to ground myself from my meditative state, a silhouette of Mother Mary appeared in my mind’s eye. A fragrant smell of roses moments before the rain validated the importance of this special moment.

Lead by faith

Lead by Faith

My mom passed on October 7, 2015. Since her passing I feel her presence everyday in my life. Lead by faith, #22, #222 are subtle ways; nudges, that I am on the right path.

Recurring thoughts, dreams, feelings are ways He communicate with us. By now I do not question. I just act. About a month ago I listened to my intuition and took a leap forward. I now broadcast live on Periscope @theDrunkenMedium. This forum allows viewers to asks questions about how I work, how I connect, and allows me to share information I have accumulated in the past two years and give short, free readings live. You will see a more vulnerable side of me: the unpolished, unrehearsed, and off the cuff DrunkenMedium.

I plan to announce my broadcasts on one of the below social media. Please follow one of the listed social media to catch me live. As always, please feel free to share this information to anyone you feel might benefit.

Facebook: The Drunken Medium

Instagram: @theDrunkenMedium

Twitter: @DrunkenMedium

Periscope: @theDrunkenMedium

 

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