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Hereditary Brujas: the psychic link in my family

Did you know everyone has psychic gifts? No? Here’s a story about how that manifested in my family.

My sister was a teen mom. She and her high school boyfriend had gotten pregnant when she was right out of high school and it was pretty scandalous at the time because of who he was and how young they were (18). We kept it secret for as long as we could for her sake. One day while we were at a family function at my mom’s side of the family, my great aunt pulled my mom aside and quietly demanded an explanation about my sisters condition. Even though my sister was not showing any signs my aunt just knew she was pregnant. It took my mom and sister by surprise of course.

This was the first time I learned about my family’s natural Clair senses.

Suddenly things in my childhood started to make sense. Like how I used to have an imaginary friend named Carissa in preschool and when I moved to a new school and started kindergarten I had a real-life best friend named Carissa. Or the shadow people my sister and I saw at our new house. Or the fact that I was obsessed with butterflies as a kid and didn’t know that my great-grandma (whom I had never met but was named after) also was and even named both of her restaurants La Mariposa (the butterfly). In my 20s I started to tap more into this by listening to my intuition more and most importantly, listening to it.

The best example I can give of how my intuition works is that I’ll get a gut feeling to take a different route home from a place, then later find out there was massive traffic or an accident or something I would have been caught in. The scariest one for me was New Years Eve where I was supposed to meet friends in Old Sacramento and was dragging my feet that night to get ready, then decided last minute not to go. There ended up being a shooting outside of the bar we were supposed to be at that night. Close call.

It seems as if my niece Emma has been also blessed with this gift. I realized how strong the psychic link was between the women in my family recently when we had a death in the family recently. My sister was going through old pictures and my niece pointed out a woman in a photo and was like “I know her,” pointing to one of my distant aunts, Lori. Unbeknownst to her and my sister, my mom was thinking of aunt Lori around the same time and had reached out to her randomly, only to find out she was about to go into a routine surgery. Curiously enough that whole day she was in surgery I had the most upset stomach and just bad feeling that I couldn’t pinpoint that went away around dinnertime. It was after that, we all found out that aunt Lori had passed away. This isn’t the only example either.

A couple months ago I was on a video call with a co-worker who happens to be a new mom and her baby happened to be pooping during the call in her arms (fairly loudly lol) and she commented on it and I said “oh in our family we call that planting roses” and explained that my niece Emma’s aunt Becky, who had passed away at a young age, had coined that phrase when Emma was born because she would say that her poops smelled like roses instead of well, you know. It was a cutesy phrase we all caught onto. I mentioned this to my niece and sister the next time I saw them and their jaws practically dropped because Emma had a dream about Becky around the same time.

These are just a few big examples of the way we’re all linked and tapping into our natural gifts. The beauty is that everyone has these, its just kind of like a muscle you have to train and we’re more open to that way of thinking so it comes easily to us at times. It’s something I’d like to practice more, especially communicating with my family, dead or alive.

What about you? Have you had any spooky psychic incidents like this? Tell me your story in the comments.

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Vossler Farms Pumpkin Patch

Carlos & Mommy, Vossler Farms 2013
Carlos & Mommy, Vossler Farms 2013

So while I was in Hantucky visiting with Krystal and the kids, we went for a little outing to the nearby pumpkin patch in Visalia, which is about 20 minutes outside of Hanford. Every year Krystal makes it a point to visit a pumpkin patch with Emery and take family pictures in the fields, and this was Carlos’ first visit to a pumpkin patch. I’m so glad I got to be there for his first time. Emery was having a blast playing in the dirt (this kid is hilarious I swear), and I was going to town trying to use up the last of my b&w roll of film I had. Emery, being the little ham she is was taking every opportunity to model for Krystal and I, and Carlos was just taking it all in. We tried to get a good shot of Carlos in this cute little pumpkin outfit in the patch but he just wasn’t really having it, I can’t blame him, I wouldn’t want to sit in dirt and weeds too. It was pretty warm out that day and the we were all getting a little fussy so we decided to take a little breather under the tarps where they ended up having the corn pits. I swear to god those corn pits were totally zen for us and the kids, Emery was making corn angels and me and Krystal were just glad to be out of the sun and sitting down for a minute. After relaxing for a few minutes we decided it was time to go, Carlos was starting to get fussy, we were all hungry, and had to be back in town soon. We ended the trip with a stop at our favorite spot In-n-Out and a relaxing drive back into town. Overall it was a really great day, I loved getting to spend time with my favorite people and doing what I love- taking photos.

How can you not love this wildchild?
How can you not love this wildchild?

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I became a Nina this month

Carlos Martin
Carlos Martin

So about two weeks ago I officially became a Nina (Godmother) for the first time. My best friend Krystal who I’ve known since high school had a son back in January (her second child), and asked me and our friend Bryan to be the Godparents. Krystal and I go way back (crazy considering we still feel like teenagers sometimes), we met in class and both thought to ourselves “wow she’s really cool I want to be her friend” and so we became friends pretty much like that! Krystal has become part of my family since then, even living with me and my family for a summer before she permanently moved back to Hanford, or Hantucky as we call it. We jokingly call each other “Seesta,” even. Growing up and apart really sucks because I don’t get to see my close friends like her as much anymore but we have one of those close friendships that is timeless and we just pick right back up where we left off every time we are reunited.

Anyway when she asked me to be Carlos Martin’s godmother I couldn’t say no, plus it gave me a excuse to get down to Hantucky and visit more. Bryan, the Nino is a really good friend of Vic, Krystals husband, and they met in the Navy through Krystal’s late cousin Martin whom Bryan was really close with. I feel especially honored to be Carlos’ Nina partially because he is named after Martin. Martin and Krystal were extremely close, he was like her cool older brother always protecting her but still having that close friendship that is so special. Martin passed away unexpectedly and tragically in 2007, leaving a huge hole in everyone’s heart who knew him, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever witnessed my Seesta go through. But because life is just so crazy and ironic, that tragedy brought all of us closer together and Krystal and Vic ended up together and married a year later and now have a beautiful family. Emery, their daughter is 3 and is seriously a wizz-kid and my smiley goof-troop godson Carlos Martin is a manbaby who is only 9 months but looks like a one year old. That beautiful family is living proof that even the darkest clouds have silver linings. I love them so much and I’m so glad that we are officially family now. I can’t wait to see what Krystals kids grow up to be like and I can’t wait to be that old crazy nina getting drunk and dancing at their weddings with their parents!

I love you Carlos Martin and I’m so excited that I get to be a part of leading your spiritual life. 


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always on my mind and in my heart

Her name was Matilde, or Mati, most people called her Tilly or Mati.
I called her grandma.

3 years ago today she passed away from a really scary form of liver cancer (hepatocellular carcinoma). Losing her was the hardest thing I’ve probably dealt with. She was the grandma I was closest to, not that I don’t love my other grandma a ton because I do, but my grandma Figueroa and I were very alike and we got along really well.

I remember she and my grandpa would take me for drives along the river, we went to Rio Vista once and ate at this restaurant with a bunch of dead animal heads on the wall, I was little so it was really cool. They took me everywhere and I loved staying with them. Every sunday for some time she would make menudo and we would come over, my aunts, my family, and we would all sit and eat and bullshit and just enjoy a lazy sunday with my grandpas music blaring in the background. She was stern but had a real heart of gold, and could drink her ass off and party like a rockstar. One of my favorite memories of her is from a tamale day way back when I was in my preteen days and her and my aunt Victoria (her sister, who passed away later that year from another odd cancer) got drunk and were dancing like young girls in the front room, it was hilarious and something I’ll always remember them for- having a “fkin good” time.

Seeing my grandma in her final days was one of the hardest things I’ve witnessed and I really don’t talk about it much, none of us do because it hurts too much. I still get emotional talking about her and that time, and only recently I’ve been able to think of her and not cry immediately. I took this picture just days before she passed away. I don’t really know why I did it, or why I even thought to take it. Maybe I just wanted a memento, not of her dying, but of her life, of her peace. I wanted a piece of her to keep with me. This picture breaks my heart every time I see it, but its so… moving for all of us related to her because we were there. My family camped out in the hospital for a solid month being there with her, trying to keep each other strong and keep my grandma lucid. I did it for them I guess. This is the most personal picture I’ve ever taken and its a lot to share it with you all here. Continue reading always on my mind and in my heart

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Friday Postcard: Loon Lake with the loonies

My sister & her kids, Loon Lake, Ca

My sister is going through a hard time right now, she just lost her sister-in-law to a 7 year battle with breast cancer. Her and her wonderful family have been on my  mind all week and I’m actually really excited to spend time with my family this weekend especially after this week, I miss those crazy brats.

Also, I really would appreciate it if you could go to and find out ways you can support cancer victims & research. Cancer has affected my family so deeply and many of my friends, which is why I choose to support the American Cancer Society.

This post is dedicated to Becky Chavez, may she rest in peace.