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Crossing over the tortured spirit. One of my clients used to live in a haunted home. Little did she know that this haunting would stick with her for the next 15 years no matter where she lived. The house in Toronto still stands. 33 Berryman st. This house backs up on to a school yard where one little girl would never get to return to. Abducted by a man. Tortured. Killed. Burried in the basement below a trap door. Down, down, down under the rocks. This sweet girl would play

9 Ya know, I have been thinking about how to approach this topic for a few days now. My Higher Self has pushed me to the edge of...

Does time remember my name? As I switch bodies & extinguish my flame. Only to light another. Does the rain remember my skin? Does it...

Cassiopeia I do not believe a word of the myths. I see through lies like a crystal clear quartz through to the truth. I feel it as a deep...