Meet Eddie Conner of San Fernando Valley

Today we’d like to introduce you to Eddie Conner.

Hi Eddie, we’d love for you to start by introducing yourself.
I have been psychic for as long as I can remember. Growing up in North Carolina I assumed all kids had paranormal experiences and spiritual gifts like me. Seeing ghosts, watching spirits come-and-go and conversing with angels was normal to me.

I am a third-generation psychic on my Mama’s side. While the women on Dad’s side did spells, worked with herbs and did root magic. Growing up, I learned to keep my psychic abilities to myself. Also, I had no control over the psychic phenomenon. It controlled me. Leaving me helpless and at the whim of its phantom-like grip.

Once I was in high school I did my best to tune out the otherworldly experiences and worked hard to be normal. Whatever that is?

After graduation I moved to Raleigh-Durham to pursue dance, design and visual marketing. That’s when I met my best friend. Tim was the first person I dared to share my psychic, “I see dead people” experiences with. He was open, curious and supportive about the spiritual realm, the human soul, and how we create our realities.

This move and Tim threw my dormant psychic doors and windows wide open. After a lifetime of suppressing my intuition I felt like a caged animal set free. For the first time I was able to authentically be myself. That freedom allowed me to take classes, research and study with other healers, psychics and mediums. Finally, everything began to make sense for me.

All through the 80’s and early 90’s my life revolved around creative professions. Which was in perfect harmony with my intuition. In the 80’s I also started doing psychic readings for others as part of my training. Once the word was out, other people came for Soul Intuitive Readings, Channeled Meditation Classes and Past Life Regressions.

How woo-woo is that?

At the time, I was a full time Visual Marketing Manager and part-time dance teacher. I did readings for people between jobs. I was busier than I’d ever been and happier at the same time. I was doing what I loved to do. I could finally talk about all things paranormal and metaphysical without hesitation.

A THIN VEIL BETWEEN WORLDS

In late 1989, Tim was diagnosed with AIDS. We were devastated. Though we were emotionally paralyzed, Tim did what he always did. He took the bull by the horns and did a deep dive into all things about the disease, medicines and therapy. We were scared, and even more inseparable. We talked even more than usual. My spiritual work turned to helping him further understand the other side by developing my mediumship skills and learning about life-between-life and near-death experiences. Together we studied every book, class, film and workshop available. Tim did the physical world work, while I tackled the spiritual realm. We met in the middle and worked in unison while walking a fine line between the seen and unseen worlds. The whole time looking for answers that might heal and save my best friend’s life.

Because Tim was also very open to mystical experiences, he began having more of them, even years after his diagnosis. In his last weeks, a full-bodied apparition of my dead Grandma visited Tim in his hospital room. Tim was gob smacked!

Why?

Because Grandma was a full-blown, Bible-thumping-holy-roller and she didn’t take kindly to people of our persuasion. At. All. Tim met my grandma once. Which was one too many times, but in the afterlife, she did come to Duke University Medical Center to visit him. She even wore her tattered, old butterbean hat so Tim would be sure to recognize her. Without words, let Tim know that he was not going to hell, just before she vanished into thin air. And God knows, I love her for that.

A week later, our good friend Ken came to visit Tim. Ken (we called him Kenisha) hung out with Tim all day. They had the best time talking and catching up with each other. I remember calling Tim that evening to see how he was feeling. His mom answered the phone and told me, “Honey don’t get your hopes up because Tim’s been acting strange all day.”

“What do you mean,” I asked?

“He’s been talking to the walls and mumbling to his self all day,” she said.

I thanked her for the heads up as she handed the phone off to Tim.

“What are you doing?” Tim asked me. I reminded him that I was babysitting my dance teacher’s son and that I would be over tomorrow night after work to see him.

There was a little bit of a pause before Tim said, “We’ve been over here waiting for you all day.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“We,” I asked. “Who? You and your Mama?”

“No” he said, “Me and Kenisha!” A bolt of electricity ran from the top of my head and down spine covering me in goosebumps. I was completely caught off guard.

“Ken,” I managed, “Really?”

“Yeah Queen,” Tim continued, “Kenisha said that when you got off work you’d take us to Hardee’s to get biscuits and gravy.” My mouth hung open, hair still standing on my arms. I heard a faint burst of static on Tim’s end of the call. “And Kenisha wants sweet tea,” he said laughing.

“Sweet tea,” I smiled.

“Yip,” Tim answered. “Hold on a second I’ll give Kenisha the phone. He wants to say, “Hey-girl-hey.”

I immediately told Tim that it was okay, that I had to go. Ending the call with, “Tell Ken I love him, and I love you too.”

Tim said that he would tell Ken, and that he loved me. As Tim’s voice faded on the other end of the receiver I heard him say, “Eddie loves you…” just before hanging up. I wanted so bad to speak to Ken, but I was afraid. I feared Tim would hand Ken the phone and when he did, that it would drop from Ken’s hand into thin air and hit the floor.

My thoughts were spinning. The image of Grandma’s spirit coming to Tim in the hospital flashed in my mind. I felt her energy flowing past me. Tears fell from my eyes as goosebumps raced up my spine once again. I could not believe what had just happened. Because…

Ken died the day before I had made that call to Tim. You see, Kenisha had been diagnosed with AIDS one year after Tim’s diagnosis. Tim was sick almost three years. Ken was sick for two.

When we heard about Ken’s passing, Tim’s parents and I decided not to tell Tim. We did not want to upset Tim. We knew Tim was going to pass any moment himself. Our hearts were in the right place. We only wanted Tim’s transition to be as peaceful as possible.

Ken died January 13th. Tim died January 15th.

The visitations from Grandma and Ken brought the absolute assurance Tim desperately needed. Which was proof that being gay would not stop him from going to heaven. Ken’s visit from the afterlife had released the last bit of fear Tim held. The very next day with his family and I standing by his bedside, Tim let go of his physical body and slipped peacefully into expanded consciousness.

HOW DEATH, IS LIFE CHANGING

Tim’s friendship is important to my life’s work. I cannot talk about how I got started professionally without sharing how Tim’s love and support helped guide me here. I am where I am today because of his love. Which is funny because Tim begged me to move to Los Angeles with him for 11 years. He talked about us moving to California the whole time I knew him in his physical form.

Tim’s background was in broadcasting and journalism, mine in dance and visual marketing design. Tim would tease and say things like, “When we move to L.A. I’ll work at a TV studio and Eddie, you can dance in a go-go cage in a nightclub.”

Before Tim passed he made me promise to continue doing my psychic-spiritual work. Tim said, “You are happiest doing spiritual work and at your best when you are helping others with it.” And just as I’d helped Tim with the spiritual side of life when he was physically alive, he told me that he’d be pulling strings for me from the spirit world once he got there.

True to form, less than two years after his passing, I was picked to work with a world-famous psychic on the biggest FM radio morning show in North Carolina. Together, the psychic and I trans-channeled-transferred the spirit of Nostradamus, live on the air, in the Bible belt!

Talk about a, “Psychic Coming Out” party!

As a result of that show, I met new friends in the entertainment industry. My friend, DJ Mitsch introduced me to Randy before he moved to Los Angeles to manage STAR 98.7. As a result, I flew to L.A. that same year to do psychic readings for the L.A. market.

I’ll never forget that trip. I felt like a country bumpkin fresh off the turnip truck. But, once I landed in Los Angeles Tim’s spirit was with me. In my heart-of-hearts I knew he had orchestrated it. During that trip I was offered an opportunity of a life time. I took that offer and moved my Southern Psychic Self to the big city, planted roots here and I’ve been in the City of Angels for 30 years this September doing Soul Intuitive Readings.

Alright, so let’s dig a little deeper into the story – has it been an easy path overall and if not, what were the challenges you’ve had to overcome?
There have been a lot of highs and a few lows. If I took the past 30 years and spread them out end-to-end, the pattern would look like a relief map filled with mountains and valleys. But, with way more mountains.

The highs are not just the amazing opportunities, the well-known people I’ve met or the fact that we live in such a beautiful state. The happiest highs I experience come from how much I appreciate going this work. How grateful I am playing in the spiritual realm with other people that love spirituality as much as me.

The practical, every day highs are that I get to create my schedule. I come and go as I like. I get to spend time with people I love. And Los Angeles is a great place for continued psychic-spiritual education and deep dive research.

The lows happened when I first moved here. The pace was slower, more connectable and centered back home. People bonded and looked after each other. Los Angeles has a fast, urgent energy about it and most people seemed skittish connecting. And, that took some getting used to.

I was also homesick for Mom and Dad. I missed family and friends. I had finally gotten to a point where life was beginning to feel bearable after Tim’s passing. For the first time things were steady and comfortable. I had finally achieved what I had worked so hard to have and then, BAM! I up and moved my sassy pants to Los Angeles.

Back then I flew back and forth to see Mom and Dad, but finally eased into the LA groove. I don’t go back to North Carolina since their passing. I know they are here with me, as is Tim. Energetically speaking. And today, I call Los Angeles home.

Alright, so let’s switch gears a bit and talk business. What should we know about your work?
I AM A SOUL INTUITIVE

After decades of doing psychic-medium readings, clients have taken to calling me a, Soul Intuitive. They came up with this term and it stuck. Plus, I like the energy of it.

In layman’s terms, I am a psychic-medium. A psychic energetically tunes into the person in front of them. While a medium does the whole, “I see dead people” thing. I personally feel that medium’s traverse deeper dimensions than psychics. Mediums communicate with deceased loved ones. Psychics connect with the living.

HOW I DO WHAT I DO

I am a psychic and a medium. My strength is tuning into a client’s energy and bringing them clarity. I do this using what metaphysician’s call, the “Psychic-Clair’s.”

Clairvoyance – psychic seeing.
Clairaudience – psychic hearing.
Clairsentience – psychic empath.
Clair cognizance – psychic knowing.

In short, I see, hear, sense and know things psychically. During a reading, I see images, much like watching a movie in my mind’s eye. I also hear spirit guides and angels during a psychic reading. Receiving audio references from them is much like listening to a clear FM Radio station deep in my mind. The messages are crystal clear. Then, imagine sprinkling in a little empathetic energy and clear knowing into the mix and you have a fun recipe for what it feels like to be in my brain during a psychic reading.

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE

For me, connecting with dead people is a whole different animal. I’ve seen ghosts, spirits and freaky-ass things since childhood. As a kid, seeing the dead people freaked me out. Which is why I pushed my mediumship skills to the back burner and ignored the disincarnate souls wanting to chat with me at all hours of the day and night.

Note to self: Ignoring dead people doesn’t work. They find ways to break through from the other side to get their messages heard. Which is probably why dead people are popping into my psychic readings now, more than ever. Which surprises even me.

As a medium, I use the same four psychic-clairs used during a psychic reading, then expand my personal frequency outward, multidimensionally to get messages from a client’s loved ones. Once I feel a deceased loved one’s energy come through, I immediately reach further into their energetic field to get specific information from them.

For me, hearing a dead person talking sounds a lot like listening to a choppy, static-filled portable AM radio that is duct taped to the back of a donkey’s ass going through the Mojave Desert. With deceased loved ones, I only hear every 5th or 9th syllable in a sentence when they speak. And that’s on a good day. From there I have to piece the rest of their messages together as an empathic knower.

If you grew up in the 60’s and early 70’s you may remember listening to AM Radio. Or trying to. Instead of hearing anything consistent or solid coming across the invisible air waves, you’re inevitably tuning the radio dial back-and-forth-over-and-over, desperately trying to grab ahold of a clear signal in the hopes of hearing at least one whole song from start to finish. Good luck, right?

That’s what it’s like when dead people talk to me during a reading. Believe me, there’s never a dull moment. Which actually, keeps me on my toes and makes it more fun.

WHAT ARE YOU KNOWN FOR?

I asked friends and associates to help me answer this question. They said my sessions:

Are always fun.
Make people feel good.
Bring peace and greater clarity.
Everyone always feels seen and heard.
That I connect with them on a deeper level.
They also like receiving specific guidance and predictions.
And they leave feeling so much better than when they arrived.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST PROUD OF?

Personally speaking. I am grateful I was there for Tim’s passing. Not just in his final days, but for the three years he was moving through his illness the best that he could. The same is true for Mama’s passing. I was grateful to be with her. It sounds weird to say, “I’m proud” of those moments. It’s more appropriate to say that I was honored and grateful to have been by their side.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done. The most rewarding, but the hardest.

Professionally speaking, I love doing this work. I appreciate getting to be of service. I love connecting with loved ones and spirit guides on behalf of clients. I am more amazed than clients are at the mind-blowing moments that take place during private sessions. These experiences make me proud to be a part of walking between worlds and using these moments to elevate others. I’m proud to be a catalyst in that way.

I still pinch myself because I get to do Intuitive Work for a living. And it’s fun.

WHAT SETS YOU APART FROM OTHERS?

Most people working in the same profession get bored and go through the motions. Some may take their profession for granted. Not me.

What sets me apart from other readers is that I love doing this. I enjoy private sessions. I love teaching and uplifting others. Each session is a brand-new adventure. I learn something new every, single day. I know that we are here in these physical bodies to expand our consciousness. Doing sessions helps me accomplish that.

It feels good to help others to connect with their inner guidance system. In sessions, I organically weave in humor. I have fun and clients laugh a lot. I am a bit of a sassy southern psychic. I have a colorful sense of humor which flies out of me during sessions. I’m sure that’s another thing that sets me apart.

We’d be interested to hear your thoughts on luck and what role, if any, you feel it’s played for you?
I love this question! Back in the day I did not believe in luck. I was pessimistic. Not that I started out that way. I grew up developing a cynical disposition. My belief system was a byproduct of growing up in poverty. If there was such a thing as luck, it would have been bad luck. That’s what I believed at the time. Therefore, that was the only kind of luck I created, back in the day.

In my 20’s I set out, determined to find answers about why bad things happened to good people. My curiosity brought me to the doorstep of Abraham-Hicks, Jane Roberts and other spiritual teachers. I learned about deliberate creation, the art of allowing and the law of love. Among others.

That’s when I understood that we create our realities. Our luck is a direct reflection of how we consciously direct our thoughts and feelings. I’ve had great luck in my professional life and I attribute those opportunities to living my life purpose.

It’s true, the more grateful we are, the better our luck becomes. When I first came out of the psychic closet I was obsessed with all things psychic and spiritual. It was my oxygen. I loved learning about angels, spirit guides and the human soul. I loved knowing that I had the power to create my life.

As a result, that was the first time my friends and co-workers noticed I had changed and shifted into a higher mindset. They said that I was a completely different. Happier. Others around me noticed my new luck before I did. Once friends pointed it out, I also noticed things flowed smoother for me. Even when going through challenging times, my life was still somehow lighter and more purpose driven.

Difficult people were suddenly kinder and my hardships slowly melted away. My new-found thoughts and feelings (let’s call it luck) kept putting me at the right place and at the right time, with the right people that would influence and change my life for the better.

It turns out that all of the love and focus I had unconditionally given my spiritual practice had been stacking up in my energy field. My cup of happiness and joy had been consistently flowing over and it essentially changed my perspective for the better.

My normal hardships were suddenly, at an all-time low. While my acceptance, lightness and joy were at an all-time high. Higher than I’d ever experienced. Unbeknownst to me, this exact energy was preparing me for the magic carpet ride from North Carolina to Los Angeles that would very soon change my life forever. Who knew!?

Thanks Tim!

The short answer is, “Yes.” Good luck played a part in my professional life. That “luck” was driven by my love, inspiration and desire to be of service to others. As a result, I get to live my life purpose, doing Soul Intuitive Readings, Deliberate Creation Classes, Podcasts and so much more.

Pricing:

• 60-Minute Private Consultation: $300
• 90-Minute Private Consultation: $400
• 120-Minute Private Consultation: $450

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