Did an Angel save me?

1-18-12

Today is a cooler-winter day, staying in my office rearranging space to set up a second computer just for typing my books. This is a very cool, rebuilt inexpensive computer for straight typing. I explained to someone that it is like giving a hug to an old family grandma, very comfy and dependable.

In the background I had on some of my favorite recorded TV shows to have on while working. I really don’t focus as much as half listen and when I hear a spiritual word then I’d put my attention to watching.

The show I had on in the background was “Ghostly Encounters” and the segment I was listening to was about a young woman who was on a quest to find her destiny. She and a few friends planned a cross-country trip and with the destination being California. Into the last segment, there was a very close call hitting a guard rail and almost going over the edge. After the close call the young woman found herself standing next to the rail with a glowing white light all around her, which the other men did not see and she explained how she believed she had an “angelic” encounter.

So here I am sitting at my new typing station listening to how this woman came close to a terrible accident and realized my own close call and the same situation that happened to me.

January 1996 I purchased a house in Pollock Pines off Highway 50, elevation high enough to have blinding winter storms and snows. One of my favorite homes I have lived in, with hard wood floors, patio overlooking the property into a forest.

I wrote my first book in 1994, “Two Worlds: Discovering Your Psychic Skills” and in the late-1990’s I was still actively promoting this book at Barnes & Noble Bookstores.

Looking forward to a book signing on an upcoming weekend and with a storm coming in, I opt to purchase for the first time “studded” tires for my Geo Storm vehicle. I had never purchased this type of tire and went to a trusted tire store in Placerville down the hill from where I lived.

Friday evening three days later, after finishing my book signing at Barnes & Noble, leaving the store the raining had just started coming down.

Closer I got to Shingle Springs the progressively heavier rain lightened up to the softest fresh snow. Thinking I was “OK”, I took a long breath and said to myself, “Safe now.”

For those of you who enjoy looking at Google Maps, I drove past Placerville to the direction of “Apple Cafe" night concerns for darting wild life and to miss slower moving vehicles is propriety, and takes full concentration.

On this faithful night, after having talked for hours and giving psychic information to the crowd, I was now leaving in the dark and somewhat tired. After a two hours’ drive just past Placerville and yet another 1 hour to go, weather I thought was better, I sped up to night driving speed limit.

As I came around one of those steep uphill curves on Highway 50, I entered a “white out”!

Puzzled at first, wondering how long this white fog would be on the ground. I immediately slowed down, looking behind me for any headlights of someone following me too close, thank goodness I did not see anyone. Another fear would be to hit someone who had stopped long before I entered the white out. My greatest fear was hitting the edge of the freeway and going over a cliff.

My mind raced to where I was and how far up the incline I had driven. I remember feeling very alone, the inside of the car so dark and outside “nothing to be seen”. I felt like I had driven into a white void, slowing down quickly I glanced around to see any other lights to get my bearings. Nothing. Trying to keep calm, fear was whelming up inside of me, quickly realizing that there were cliffs all along this stretch of freeway. If I were to go over any freeway cement border, I may not be found until family missed me which could be days from this evening.

I searched for my cell phone and touching the passenger seat it was next to me. As I put my hand back on the steering wheel, I had an odd sensation. I could hear nothing! The sound my car engine disappeared, I could not feel the freeway pavement under my tires…

I was thinking that time had slowed down considerably. What I should do now, how to drive, which way should I turn my wheel?

I felt this amazing “thump” no sound, just the “thump”.

I was scared.

In a split second, I felt fear leap within me, my mind raced wondering what was to happen next.

I gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.

In my head, I heard “let go”.

Well I did not let go! But, I loosened my grip.

The front right wheel had just hit “something” the steering wheel jerked to the left. My car lifted, jumped up and dipped to the left into the direction of the steering wheel turn. Within what I thought was 100 feet the snow fog disappeared.

I don’t remember the drive to my home.

As I got to my house, I became anxious and upset. I don’t remember how much sleep or that I slept only after a long-thought recall of the “incident”.

The next day I hurried down to Placerville, turned around and tried to find the place where the “incident’ happened. I remember the area afterward, as the sky had cleared up. I quickly turned around as soon as the opportunity gave me, and watched the edge of the road to see if I could see any marks on the edging.

Noting that only where a car tire could have a “thump” was an edging of about 6 inches, the other side a very steep downward slide to the canyon below. Some trees, I also realized that with all the snow that later fell during the night my car would have been buried for a very long time until the top of my blue car could have been seen.

Again, I turned around down the hill and back to the same area to visually recap what this area looked like. Where the mountain had been cut away for the highway there was a “rise” in the dirt and if I had hit that the headlight and motor would had impacted fiercely.

I drove up the hill to the Apple Café and parked my car. I was stunned.

I turned around again and drove back down to that trusted tire shop. I talked to the “man” who put those tires on. He showed me where the tire had hit the 6 inch cement railing, commenting that there was a grove made but just on the outside of tire studs. And how lucky to have those tires put on my front end drive wheels.

He turned around, looking at me he remarked, “There must have been someone watching out for you.”

No, you do not forget such an incident. After moving away to a new home in the valley, I watched a TV show on unexplained mysteries. The story was of a young mother and son who had been in an accident in this area of Highway 50 many years earlier. The TV show told of how she had died and the young son who would not leave his dead mother.

The TV show recounted how a couple of days after they disappeared, this woman’s family had put out an extensive search for her. Local TV news spots showing this woman’s picture, in case someone had seen her to notify the police. A couple driving along this stretch of highway saw a naked woman lying next to the asphalt. Calling the police they found the young woman’s car, she had been dead for days and the young boy was barely holding on. In this TV show the son now later in his teens, contributes his survival on his mother’s soul leaving her body to find someone to rescue him.

I don’t know how many years exactly this accident had happened, though I know it was on the same stretch of highway that my near accident happened. I’ve always wondered if she was my “angel watching over me”.  And I'd like to say now in print if it was she, "Thank you."

Nancy

The Love Affair that Spanned Lifetimes

He laid on the gurney, young dark haired man. 20ish and fresh faced, he barely looked over 14. The two young nurses barely out of their teens both fall in love with him. He was tall and would use each girl to lean on as he learned to steady himself and walk on crippled legs. The war was harsh, medical treatment in 1917 on a battle field was swift and merciless but saved his life.


The call came out that a new wave of patients were coming. One of the girls volunteers to go help load the patients into the wooden wagons.

She never came back.

The surviving nurse and the young man eventually marry and they forget the other nurse.

Paula was born in the 1950’s and in her 40’s experienced her first psychic reading. The Medium turns to her and asks, “Who is Liz?”


Paula replies she is not aware of anyone in spirit with the name of Liz or Elizabeth.


The Medium then says, “She wants to say Hi.”

At the time of this reading, Paula and I had been friends for a few years, she told me all about the session and that the Medium talked about a “Liz”.

Paula had recently divorced and looked forward to dating again. A year later she met a new man and started a relationship.

After they had gone on a few dates, he mentioned that he was a widow, and that his deceased wife’s name was “Liz”.

Confused and anxious she tells me and wants to know why and how this “Liz” would know her and had wanted to say “Hello”.


I suggested a Past-Life Regression. A month later, spring 1999, Paula drove up to my house in Pollock Pines CA for this session.


Anxious but curious, we start.

She sees a white tent, she and her best friend are nurses. The “War to end all Wars” is taking a huge toll of life. The girls have left school in the French country side and volunteered to be nurses on the fringe of the battle fields. Within days of this assignment, they were both given a young patient to tend to. They both fell in love with him. Having taken turns picking up wounded men, it was Paula’s turn to go to the field. She remembers lifting the arm of a young soldier when everything went black.

She pauses and seems confused and frustrated that she is not with the young soldier whom she loves. Her voice quickens and she says, “My friend will love the man.”

In this in- between life place, I asked her if she recognized any of those people in this current lifetime. She quickly replied, “My new boyfriend is that young soldier and it is now my turn to love him. In this lifetime, his first wife was my best friend from the battlefield. Elizabeth was her name then, and they have finished a contract now.”

I did record that session and we talked about it in length. We realized that it is now her turn to love the young soldier in this lifetime. Her friend Elizabeth came during a session with a Medium, to bring forth a hidden memory of a lifetime they had shared together.

This silent trigger had to be given for Paula to want to investigate and resolve the mystery of “who is Liz?”

Yep, Paula did marry her new boyfriend; it was her time to love him.

The Angel And The Lovers

Around 2001, Kim told me the below story. As I typed this story for you, I recapped it the best I can remember. I have changed the names to protect her and her privacy.

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Kim relayed this event to me several years ago and has contemplated the “what if” outcome since then.

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I had been single for several years and when I met Rick, I completely fell for him.

Yes, we had differences, but we each felt we were a good matched and ready for the next step. That is I thought so. As the discussion of commitment came up, it was clear that I was ready and he was not.

I became short-tempered and found myself not wanting to continue the relationship and waste no more time with him.

One of Rich’s favorite pastimes was to attend off-road vehicle races. One particular weekend we went to Plymouth California for an event. Hot, dry and noisy the crowds were mulling about between the big race events.

I was trying to be attentive to him, but found myself holding his hand and just looking around while he talked to his friends.

I had my left shoulder to his right shoulder and turned to look around. I am looking down at the dirt ground and noticed a man standing a little too close facing me. I look up quickly and a very tall man in a dark suit is looking directly at me!

I am 6’ tall with the boots I was wearing; this man was at least 6’2” and I looked directly into his eyes and gasped. He was very good looking, long blond-white semi-straight hair with blue as the sky eyes. He was young looking probably around my age (30ish), yet he so stood out in this crowd with a dark blue suit on.

I probably stood there with my mouth open, and all I could say was, “Hello?” As though I did not know what I should say next. I thought to myself, “This man is really handsome!” Yet here I stood holding Richard’s hand, I felt guilty.

He spoke, “Do you love him? You need to tell him.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes or my ears. I turned quickly around to get Richard’s attention, pulling on his arm to get him to face me.

As he did, I said, “This man here…” Turning around to look at him again, he was gone. I franticly looked around, he was really gone! 10 seconds and he is not within visual? With hair like that and a blue suit, he would really be seen easily.

Richard tugged on my arm again and asked, “What did you want?”

Looking back at Richard I said, “There was a tall blond man there! Now he is gone!”

He turned back and continued his conversation with his friends. I stood there dumbfounded and misbelieving my eyes. Now what do I make of this?

I should mention here that I am a policewoman, and not prone to missing details.

I did not tell Richard I loved him. I had been backing off and so did he, within a month we stopped seeing each other.

I believe that this was an Angel visitation, telling me I’d lose him if I did not speak up. In my mind, we were on two different paths and I had been in similar situations before that led nowhere.

Did I miss my chance with the man I was meant to be with? To the unborn children that were never conceived?

Several years later I met someone new. We dated three years, and then got married.

I’ve always wondered what role that “Angel” was meant to have in my life. I wonder how my life would have been if I had told Richard I loved him. I take it that the “Angel” implied our relationship would have had a different outcome. Would that “Angel” come back into my life again, I guess I’ll never know.

Unknowingly Predicted Two Deaths

Here it is fall of 2010 and our first Tucson Psychic Fair since last spring. Our turnout was great with more people working the fair and a greater number of people visiting us.


As usual, getting ready for an event of any kind is time consuming and I need to be careful not to forget products, tapes, recorder, flyers, etc. Of course after 20 years of doing events, every once in a while, I wonder how many I will do before it becomes too much work.

Until I get to the event and unpack and start saying hello to everyone, only then I feel relaxed and excited to have the day begin. Over the years, many good events and a few not so good, always I am very grateful to have spirit kind bring those people to me who can hear my words my way to facilitate their personal journey. If I were to worry that I’ve have a few clients and watch others who have many, puts my Ego in front of Divine direction. I cannot give help to those who cannot hear my words.

Over the years, I’ve received many ‘thank you’ notes and on my web site I do have a page for just ‘Testimonials’. Yet, I personally struggle with the Free Will idea; or, do we have a written story for our lives and life is already pre-designed? Free Will vs. Destiny how and why does that choice or decision exists for us? Do we live just in each second of life, making each moment truly just our own thought and choice? Over the years, I have seen the yet to be born to a grandmother, a move for a couple describing their dream retirement home or to a budding actress her secret wish to be famous. Having an Engineering background, I strive to interpret the future as carefully as I can. To think I have the power to predict a non-fallible future is wrong and I cannot think I am that important. The information I receive of a future event, needs to be embraced by the client to help the future to happen if desired; and if not so, whatever free will we do have to re-shape their future to suit their life needs.

What if a predicted future event is not your choice or within your control? Does the Divine Universe, work through us to soften the blow of an event not desired? Is it possible that certain events may be not emotionally survivable for some people unless forewarned? That statement is so huge that if we could have prepared would we want to know?

I will not forget the grandmother who came to visit me in 1992, very stately and proper lady. She brought her close friend to keep her company while she sat with me for a session. Her concern was masked with other ‘ordinary concerns’ about her life and that of her business. While we were talking, she casually asked about a 15 months old granddaughter who seemed to be struggling with her health. She low-keyed asking about the outcome of her illness. In my mind I was show the 2nd week in February 1993, assuming a positive outcome I said that a turning point would occur (I told her that date) and that I hoped for the best for her.

This graceful lady took in her breath and finished her time with me and left. At the end of February she called and asked to visit me. She told me that she was braced for the worse as the doctors had predicted. Knowing that the end of this child’s life was soon as the doctors would not and could not guarantee a survival for this child. So this lady left knowing that the week given to her was of a negative and not a positive outcome. She came to tell me that this time to prepare was good for her to see and understand that a date was already seen and could not be changed at least not by her. This precious granddaughter passed the 2nd week of February 1993. This was told to me with grace and a ‘Thank you’. Not one I was expecting, and up to a short time after I moved to Tucson from Sacramento “Carol” had been a continual client. She also sought out my ‘opinion’ to how her mother was doing and the length of her ‘illness’ and then after ‘Mother’ passed how she was doing with her family on the other side.

Now to tell you the story that prompted me to write this blog. The below dialog was told to my husband after my lecture, at the September 26th Psychic Fair in Tucson. A woman walked up to him and told him about her session that I gave her at the last psychic fair held in late spring.

Evidently, I had an opportunity to talk to a woman about her life, ranch and casually mentioned an up-coming trip. I vaguely remember this woman, perhaps she was the lady that had the light-brown hair and wearing the light-leather jacket.

We discussed her business and I spontaneously told her of an upcoming trip. Where she would fly and have a ‘brown suitcase’ of significant importance. Very strange for me to say, “For some reason the brown suitcase was important.” She got a little excited and stated that she would not go on any trip, especially one at this time that she was not planning. I was surprised at her resistance and she stated she had too many horses and dogs on this ranch to leave to do any traveling.

I vaguely remember thinking why did I bring this up, since she did not ask about any travel plans.

August 31st there was an unfortunate Crane accident in Oklahoma, one man was killed and another man injured when something fell from the crane hitting them both. The man who died from his injuries was part of this woman’s immediate family.

Grieving family and the stress of taking care of details this woman made immediately plans to travel to Oklahoma.

Taking care of the plane ticket, her man friend came to see her and after explaining what had occurred she started fretting that she had no luggage for the trip. It just so happened that this man had in his truck a suitcase and offered it to her for her trip. Gladly accepting, he went out to his vehicle and came in with a ‘brown suitcase’.

At that moment, the woman recalled my prediction and, “Oh my God! The trip!” came immediately into her mind. To further this prediction and the "importance of this suitcase," that while at the airport both wheels came off this large suitcase and she ended up dragging that suitcase all over the airports.

Why and how did I pick up this trip? Clearly on her time-line I probably picked up this ‘emotional’ incident, but why did I feel the immediate need to tell her of this trip? I believe that the universe ‘made’ me see this, her spirit people directed her to talk to me. She could have chosen anyone else at this event, but she chose me and I told her of this ‘trip’. The bottom line is that this ‘death’ was divinely programmed to happen; she emotionally was able to deal with this event and the crisis of her suffering family.

She finished telling this story to my husband and that she offered to write this up for my "Testimonials".
If you are interested in reading what I have received from other clients, please go to www.NancyMatz.net/testimonials.html
Nancy

Love Triangle Case #1 – What would you do?

I received a difficult client call today and have decided to share this client's story; as this is not typical of most love-triangles I am asked to give advice on. This client has been calling me for some time as I have been  giving her survival tools through all the below difficult twists and turns.


This couple originally met as singles. She was left by her husband and He had already separated from his wife.

Her husband asked that he be given another chance, there were still children at home and she felt it would not be fair to the children to say ‘no’.  Her husband immediately moved back home.

The man reconsidering that he was not dating anyone, and that his ‘ex-wife-to-be’ was giving him ‘grief’ running his family business, also decided to move back home.

Meantime, husband that moved back home did not give up ‘girlfriend’ and was found out. Again, he moved out and filed for divorce.

My client kept getting calls from this man asking how she is going, while her husband files for divorce and the drama of dealing with the divorce and children.

They have pleasant communication and she sees him as kind and caring.

His business gets back on track and he tells Her that He and his wife tolerate each other to make the business do well.

After the divorce, my client had lost some weight and had some ‘cosmetic work done’.  She decides she is ready to date again.

Man talks to woman, before she finds a new dating partner, and proclaims undying love for her.

Fresh out of the divorce she welcomes him into her life, because man claims ‘he is in a loveless marriage’. Two years later, woman decides she wants a ‘potential relationship that will go to marriage’. She decides she prefers marriage to being single and says to the man, “When, if ever, do you plan on leaving your love-less marriage?”

He admits it will be difficult to leave because he has not set up the family business with someone else handling his wife's services and book keeping. He travels for his business, out of state often and for now cannot see his way free. He does add that he loves her and that before two more years are up he will leave his wife.

Up to this point, their on-and-off romance has lasted 5 years. She works, has no other boyfriends and sees her man once or twice a month whenever he can slip away.

She has advanced with her company, oldest of her two children has moved off to college and the youngest child has two more years of high school and eventually plans to move out. She sees her personal life shift where children kept her busy, seeing this man ever so often was good enough.

She is now 43 years old and within two years will be completely free of family responsibilities. She is thinking that a husband to share life with her is what she desires for her long-range plans.

She tells man, to be honest and give her his plans on leaving his loveless marriage. They talk, fight, cry and make-up several times over the next two years. He seems to have crisis after crisis, either travel out of state, illness of wife’s mother and then his mother. This takes up the next two years.

He proclaims love for her, calls and whispers sweet nothings, she calms down with him. She calls me to say he told her that he was ready to move out.

We are now at year 7 of this relationship. She is now 45 years old and youngest child is deciding to spend the 1st year of college at a local JC, to live at home and save money. Man tells woman, “How can I move in with you, since you still has a child at home?” Woman comes back and says, “What an apartment of your own is not good enough?” Conversation goes back and forth; she admits to him that he should get divorced before immediately moving in with her.

Year 8, promises made and broken, frustration of getting older and not seeing this man more than twice a month has left her lonely and frustrated.

She confronts him and questions him of her true role in his life. He does love her and proclaims his life lost without her. Within in a few days, text’s to her that he may never be able to be the man she wants him to be. That at this time in his life, he cannot divorce his wife and break up his business, clearly the wife’s involvement in his business would cause them to bankrupt, if he had to split it with wife.

So, what would you reply to this man if you were this woman? Remember she does love him.

Leave your comments below. I’ll let you know what this woman decides to do next, as this story is still unfolding.

"On a Clear Day You Can See Forever"

A couple of days ago, I received a call from a new client, he gave me his last name as ‘Nelson’ and I commented back to him that my maiden name was also ‘Nelson’.

I wrote into my 'Log' his name and phone number and asked when he wanted to talk with me. After the booking, I looked back at the log and noticed written down on the column to the left, the name one of my favorite movies, “On a Clear Day, You Can See Forever”. I remember writing that movie title a few days earlier, as a note to refer to that movie in a talk.


Thinking about that movie and the client’s name of Nelson, made me think of my deceased Father who had been killed by a drunk driver when I was six years old. My thoughts of a long-ago parent and what I’ve missed by not having him in my life. Thinking of the movie and soul survival I wondered if my Father has had any influence in my life.


I walked out of my office to talk to my husband, and let him know I was going to the Post Office. He was cleaning out his lunch box, and I asked how the night before work had gone and if he had received any tips for his part-time airport taxi service. He had received a very minimal tip from a couple of elderly people. We talked for a new minutes and I said he would appreciate any ‘tip’ because most careers are ‘tip not-included’ in salary.


Our talk took a turn and though I have given much more time with each and every client and endless hours of talks, church ministry, and other activities I have only had two ‘tips’ in over 20 years of work. I had never thought of this before; nor should it ever conflict with my true intent of helping others and never should I ever feel silted or deprived or to expect otherwise because I have established a fee for my services.


So feeling confident that I have earned my income, I took hold of mail and keys in hand and headed to the car.


Settled in my bright yellow VW, I put in the keys into the ignition and on came my car radio. To my surprise Yves Montand, the star of “On a Clear Day You can See Forever” was singing this theme song! The words I heard first were,


                         “On a clear day, rise and look around you


                          And you’ll see who just prove you are.”


Catching my breath, I listened to the rest of the song.


Turning off the engine I rushed back into the house and told this story to my husband. Breathless I put together my thoughts of my Dad and the timing of Mr. Nelson asking for a session just as I would log his name next to the name of the movie, “On a Clear Day”.


I thanked my ‘Dad’, Bruce Nelson, for visiting me that day, for moving me ever so slightly to get to the car just in time to hear that song. We all need to be validated for our life’s work. I wasn’t aware that I needed to be reminded, but as with all of us in today’s climate of uncertainty we must move forward and trust that the universe has us just where we need to be.

                 

Turning a New Page

Nancy's original search for Soul Survival has evolved to a new Reincarnation-Psychic/Mediumship, NDE's, OBE's, Ghosts; Haunting direction!



My focus is on the Paranormal (Particularly Ghosts and Spirit Communication) and these Blogs and future books will be part of the "Two World" series of books. In addition my first self-help book is "Help! Get me out of the Funk!" and more to be added as part of the "Help!" series

To acquaint you readers who are not familiar with  me let me give a little background.  I am originally from Northern California, where I raised a family. At 39 developed Cancer, obtained a divorced six months later ending a 21 yr marriage to find my life purpose before (as I felt at that time) for whatever time I had left. Four yrs later, left my 24 yr. career as Engineering Office Supervisor with Pacific Bell Telephone Company Sacramento CA, to pursue a career as an Intuitive Psychic Consultant.  Five years ago my 2nd husband Larry and I moved to Tucson AZ.

Just this past week I joined CreateSpace.com . I have just submitted my first two (listed on Amazon) published books to CreateSpace, to be scanned after several editing changes and issued new ISBN numbers for "Editions 2". Adding these two books to Kindle has been idea I've wanted for some months and re-issuing these two books will open up more purchase opportunities for the public. I have three books underway. Two complete course materials offered on my web site that will be PDF'd and added to Amazon's list of offered materials. I have read volumes recently about the benefits of offering eBooks, Kindle and regular old-fashioned paper books. We can all see the direction "reading" is going, and this week I've joined the new direction of on-demand and downloadable books.

My course materials will be eventually offered on Kindle and the CD/DVD's offered in the Music Section of CreateSpace. All to be print-on-demand and never do I have to again, "Shipped to Amazon" to be forwarded to a Customer issues. What a great idea!

Well this afternoon I'll be downloading the newest version of "Word", newest program on PDF Conversion and then downloading a program on "Chicago/Apa Editing" to compliment my efforts in writing the next three books.

To find out more about me or if curious who this "wordy" lady is, please go to: http://www.nancymatz.net/

Until the next Blog,
Live with Enthusiasm,
Nancy