Amy's Story

Amy's Story

Giving guidance to the masses is serious business. It's hard work - day and night. Most evenings and weekends while other people are relaxing, eating dinner, and watching TV, Jeffrey and I are usually helping clients on the phone, returning client emails, scheduling radio show guests, running to business clearings, home clearings, working on our upcoming book, doing website work, technical radio show work, or newsletter work, or working on the constant-and-neverending-improvement of ourselves to keep strong to be able to help others.

It's a calling. Why else would someone voluntarily give up all their free time and energy to help strangers for only enough profit to continue getting the message out? We have other sources of income - we certainly don't HAVE to work STARCLEAR for a living. We work for STARCLEAR because we WANT to. We work for STARCLEAR because we believe in its message so strongly and we know it can help people. We are called to help - we are compelled to contribute to the greater good.

To give guidance of any kind, psychic or otherwise, I think you have to have "earned your stripes" - been through the war - been there, done that, won the war (but have the experience of losing a few battles). We've all had challenges that have slowed us down or stopped us. Some have had more challenges than others and that can seem unfair. But the truth is that you, me, all of us have chosen our challenges long before we became incarnated on earth in order to further spiritual growth in areas where we needed to become stronger.

So here is my story, what gives me the ability to be the helper and guide for anyone who asks for help and guidance. And, of course, it is abbreviated and written without details so as to be suitable for mass public consumption....

Pre-Birth Memories

I am fortunate enough to have strong memories of my time before birth. I used to think everyone had such memories, but most do not. I was standing before the Council. It was a long table, and a Council of about 12 higher spirits were all seated on one side in purple robes. The Council is a group of very high spirits who help you plan your life's challenges before you are incarnated. They are responsible to approve or deny what you think you want to accomplish in your next incarnation. I wanted to take a giant step to get to the next level spiritually, so I asked to take on a lot of tough challenges. They cautioned me strongly that I was taking on too much in this lifetime and almost did not approve what I had set out to do, but I insisted, and they ultimately approved of my missions. I left the Council and went into the river that was nearby, sank down into it - I recall the blueness of the water and seeing beautiful bubbles as I sank down lower and lower. I know now that this was the "River of Forgetfulness". The purpose of the river is to cause you to forget the spirit world so that you can focus on the earthly challenges you have chosen without having a painful longing for your true home in the spirit world. I believe now that I was allowed to keep this final memory of the spirit world as a GIFT. A gift to inspire me as I was faced with the brutal challenges I had chosen.

My next memory after the river was of being in my mother's womb - feeling the heaviness of being incarnated, seeing the pink flesh that was the inside of my first earthly home. And then my memory goes black.......

My First Spiritual Attack

The next thing I remember was being spiritually attacked as an infant in my crib. This happened on a regular basis - and spirits came to me in the form of a pack of wild, snarling black dogs surrounding the floor beneath my crib. I know now that these were demons. Demons love to attack children so as to paralyze them with fear while they are in the most defenseless stage of life. It is their intent to prevent the child from growing to complete his life missions by infusing them with fear, one of the lowest vibrating emotions, early on in life.

I tell you this story because this was a harbinger of things to come. It was only the beginning of the challenges I would face. The clairvoyancy I had as a baby and child I eventually would lose, and now what is left are my clairsentient, clairalient, and claircognizant abilities, along with my empathic, healing, and channeling psychic ability. I am working to develop the clairvoyant ability I used to have.

After that, when I was 3 years old, my mother left to join a religious cult. From then on, I would only know her via sporadic visitations the rest of my childhood, visits which were for the most part damaging to me.

Single Dad

My dad would be a single dad from then on, too. He is to this day my greatest cheerleader, despite having his own challenges. My dad is full of optimism and hope, and he inspires me. He and, ultimately, my stepmother, were my spiritual teachers. I inherited my dad's psychic ability to dream of future events. He raised me with the influence of organized religion, though I protested passionately against being put in such spiritual confines starting at the age of 5. It was unusual for him to hear such educated-sounding diatribes coming from a small child. But he respected and encouraged my opinion and he encouraged my critical thinking in terms of organized religion. He also encouraged me to study all forms of spirituality and religion, which I voraciously studied.

Contact (almost)

I was 10 years old. Playing in the front yard at about 8:00 pm at night with my neighborhood friend, Chelsea. The sky was cloudless and full of stars. From out of nowhere an aircraft not-from-this-earth appeared in the distance and glided towards us, then stopped and hovered about 20 feet above our heads. It was round with a dome on top, and different colored circle-shaped dome lights around the outside - one red, then purple, then yellow, then green, etc. It hovered above Chelsea and I for a couple minutes - we just stared back, absorbing every detail. I remember feeling comforted. I wasn't afraid at all. I knew that whoever was in that aircraft was "good". I felt a sense of peace and comfort. After those couple minutes, the aircraft continued on - speeding off behind us, yet by the time we turned around to watch it fly away it was entirely out of sight it had flown so fast. We ran to the door, both of us yelling about what had just happened. My Dad came outside to see what we were so excited about, but, of course, it was long gone and there was nothing for him to see.

I tell of this experience here as it is one of many odd supernatural events that have occurred in my life. I care not about being believed. This is one of my life experiences. It happened. I can't change the truth. My life experiences have always been "unusual", and this certainly is one of the strangest of all.

Inheritance

My mother hurt me in many ways (ways in which I do not so much as hint at here in this article, so I ask you not to assume anything), but she did give me one inheritance before leaving this earth. Psychic ability. She was known for her psychic ability while on this earth, and informally helped people with it. The majority of the nature of my psychic senses come from her. For many years I tried to deny my psychic senses and actively tried to make them go away. For most of my life I felt my psychic senses were a burden because they caused life to be more difficult for me than it already was. And I saw no value whatsoever in being able to channel.

Channeling Information

I always had the beginnings to being able to channel. But when I was 12 something happened and my psychic abilities "blew wide open" for lack of a better term. I channeled for 3 weeks straight. I didn't play with my friends, I could barely get my homework done, and I was uninterested in Saturday morning cartoons. Information came to me mentally - telepathically - about people - about life - about spirituality - true things that I couldn't have known otherwise - and I wrote it all down - feverishly - as it came to me. During this period, I quite alienated myself from my friends, as I made the mistake of verbalizing my notes to them. Though the information I passed along to my friends was correct, they looked at me like I was a "freak" and I was losing friends fast. I made a conscious effort to try to shut down whatever was happening to me. To my relief, it stopped happening to me after 3 weeks time and I was able to get on with my life again.

Channeling Energy

In my later teen years I discovered I was able to channel energy through my hands. Let me preface this by saying this was not medication, drug, or alcohol induced. It was late at night, dark, hot, humid, the air full of electricity. Sitting in a circle cross-legged on the floor with roughly 7 of my guy & girl friends. We were intentionally trying to manipulate energy. We were using our minds to move candle flames, bend spoons, and create a visible show of energy. We decided to try to send energy around the circle. We blew out all the candles and sat in darkness, with only the dim glow of street lights outside for light. We all concentrated on channeling energy through our hands. I closed my eyes, and focused in, mustering all the power I could. I heard a gasp, so I opened my eyes. Everyone was staring at me. I looked down and saw a twinkling blue energy ball in my hands. Someone yelled "Amy send it!", so I willed the energy in my hands to go around the circle, and the twinkling blue ball turned into a twinkling blue line that shot around the circle on either side of me and through all of my friends. After that, no one could focus any longer, as they were too consumed by the unusualness of what had happened, and the night turned into chatter and giggling and a lot of "Oh my God!"'s. I know now that the conditions in the atmosphere were simply "right" for my own channeled non-physical energy to make an appearance in the physical plane.

Never The Same Again

In 1993 my life changed forever. Over the course of the 4 longest days of my life, I experienced what it is like to be a target of gang violence. I was a completely unrelated stranger to these demonic people. I was (and still am!) a good person who "walks the straight and narrow" and had never had any kind of connection with such evil people. They simply picked me as their prey and hunted me relentlessly. Male and female gang-people alike. They hurt my physical body, damaged my car, trashed and robbed my home. They secretly video taped me, took pictures of me and put me on flyers posted on the streets of town offering money to anyone who could kill my physical body. I was marked for death, for reasons I will never know. The black dogs who hunted me as a baby seemed now to be a harbinger of this life-changing event.

On the insistence of authorities who were unable to stop the violent attacks, I had to leave the state, leave my home, the city I knew, and my family, in order to save my own life. I had no where to hide. I was then in a new state, homeless, penniless, and had nothing but a high school diploma to try to make a living on for myself, and ultimately, for my infant child. I refuse to call myself a victim of gang violence because I chose not to react to what happened to me with the "victim mentality" that could have paralyzed me from moving on with my life.

I was in and out of food pantries, homeless shelters, and women's & children's shelters for a few years when I couldn't make ends meet, but there was not a day that went by that I didn't try. Every day I tried. EVERY DAY. And the reason why I kept trying is because I never believed for a second that I deserved this lonely and impoverished fate. So I took steps each day to change the outcome of my life.

Seeking Help From Everyone But Me

Sure, I had many frighteningly low moments. Other than having my dad to "cheerlead" me long distance over the telephone, I had no family or friends to help, and no skills or education to be able to generate the kind of income I needed to have the basic things people need to live. And I was still running scared from the trauma of what I had been through in 1993.

I turned to organized religion for help - you name the denomination, I studied it, I went there, physically knocking on the doors begging for help - and was turned away by every one of them. Sure, they'd offer me canned and boxed food from donations collected by their church members, but it was cold outside, and finding shelter was even more of a concern for me than finding food was. I became painfully aware that organized religions are a business, like everything else. I also became painfully aware of the cruelty and lack of compassion of some political leaders and of the people who elect them.

I realized that I could not count on any public institution or religious organization or on other people to protect or help me while on this earth. All I had was me. And ultimately I would discover that that is all I needed.

Helping Myself Now

So I kept trying despite the fact that all the odds were against me. Eventually I got my first college degree. And when I did, I was asked to give a motivational speech to a room full of 200 local business leaders and families at a fund-raising event for impoverished families. After I told, what to that point, was my story, I walked off the stage and was inundated by the impoverished families in the audience who came up to me - many crying with tears streaming down their faces - telling me that I had given them hope and the will to try again.

An awesome sense of responsibility dawned on me. I realized I had the power to influence people for the better - to help them change their lives. I take this responsibility very seriously.

After my speech that day at the fund-raiser, I kept making goals, and I kept trying.

Life was still rough, and there would be many more challenges after the ones I had already conquered, the details of which are too long to write here. The experience of watching the mother who had hurt me in so many ways die from a terrible form of cancer which not even the worst person on the planet deserves to die from made me realize that because our time here is so short, we need to live with GUSTO and ENTHUSIASM and to take steps to accomplish our missions NOW. The natural intensity I was born with got more intense after this experience, and after my own personal experiences with coming close to death, be it via the 1993 trauma, or via subsequent experiences.

I excelled at my career, and I eventually earned another college degree. I have always been a naturally insatiably curious person. Anything I wanted to learn, I took steps to learn it. My appetite for knowledge of all kinds is endless.

Today, by all appearances, I have a "normal" life - I have the food and shelter that I fought so hard years ago to have. Most importantly, I am the mother that my mother never was to me. I am very grateful for what I have. Beyond grateful. The experience of having nothing - no food, no shelter, no one to help - caused me to learn a deep sense of gratitude. To this day I am exceedingly grateful for every kind word or gesture sent my way. And I always send much love back to the giver.

The Last Spiritual Attack

In 2005 I endured another spiritual attack, and finally put my foot down and ultimately learned the importance and the art of spiritual self-defense. Not only did it help me to fend off spiritual attack, but it also helped me to finally get a hold on my psychic abilities. When unprotected and not in control of one's psychic ability, it can be crippling to do something as simple as go grocery shopping and to feel or know other peoples' heartaches and struggles. Today, I am a spiritual warrior, and one of my missions is to help other people who are under spiritual attack. I have learned how to defend myself and others against spiritual attack, and I can help people without absorbing their emotions and traumas into my metaphysical system.

Gratitude and Giving Back

It was my gratitude for every little kindness, my curiosity, my unshakable belief that I deserved better, my fierce intensity and drive, and my taking action that caused change for the better to happen in my life. I have become a warrior in both the spiritual and earthly sense. And now I am on a journey to fulfill my greatest mission which is to use every experience of victory and defeat, every mistake and everything I did right, every psychic ability, every thought pattern that helped me in my times of need to help and guide my fellow incarnated souls out of the darkness.

Whether you are in the darkness because of a spiritual attack, whether you got there by your own decisions, or a little bit of both, there is a way out of all of it. I humbly offer to help show you the doors and windows.

With Much Love,

Amy S. Lamb

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