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 most of people are relaxing, eating dinner, and watching TV, Jeffrey and I are usually helping clients on the phone, returning client emails, running to business clearings, home clearings, working on our upcoming book, doing website 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.

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 tell you this 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 and claircognizant abilities. I am working to develop the clairvoyant ability I used to have.

After that, when I was 3 years old, my mother left me and my dad to join one of those crazy 70's religious cults. From then on, I would only know her via sporadic visitations the rest of my childhood, visits which were for the most part damaging and unhealthy to me.

My dad would be a single dad from then on, too, and did a wonderful job. He was the most amazing nurturing father I could ever imagine. He is to this day my greatest cheerleader and was a fantastic father to me, despite his own challenges, which were many. My dad is full of optimism and hope, and he inspires me more than I can say. He was my spiritual teacher, and I inherited his psychic abilities. He raised me with the influence of organized religion though I protested passionately with uncanny educated-sounding diatribes starting at the age of 5 years old. He also encouraged me to study other forms of spirituality, which I voraciously studied.

Another Gift

While my mother may have failed me in many ways, she did give me a gift. Psychic ability. She was known for her psychic ability while on this earth, and informally helped a lot of people with it. The majority of the nature of my psychic senses come from her, and for years I tried to deny them, make them disappear, make them go away. For most of my life I felt they were a burden because they caused life to be more difficult for me than it already was.

Never The Same Again

In 1993 my life changed forever. I became a "victim" of a vicious and repetitious gang-related crime. 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. I had to leave the state, leave my home, the city I knew, the family I loved, in order to save my own life. I was 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 use "victim" in quotes 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 and homeless 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 me emotionally or with the material things that an adult and child need, no skills or education to be able to generate the kind of income I needed to have the basics 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. 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 my own health problems.

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.

Now I work for a large Fortune 500 company. By all appearances, I have a "normal" life - I have the house, the SUV, food in the fridge, and all the basics 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 and KNOW other peoples' heartaches and struggles. Today, I am a spiritual warrior. 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. There is very little I have not experienced or conquered, though I am sure more wonderful learning experiences are coming my way. I have seen and done many things, won many more battles, beyond what I write of here. 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.

I have earned my stripes. These are my badges of honor. And now I am compelled to help other people to step out of the darkness and into the light.

With Much Love,

Amy S. Lamb

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