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Psychic - Intuitive - Healer or simple Graphology / Handwriting Analyst?



Jen’s Story

 

 

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Jenifer

 

 

 

Jen & Grandma

 

 

 

Jen & Brad

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Exchange Student in Paris

 

 

 

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Jens art

“Cry baby” …

From the first day of pre-school that seamed to be my name. I would cry and I wouldn't know why. My friends (the few I had) would say I either cried too much or laughed too much.

 

They said I could never just be normal.

 

Little did I know that I was picking up on their emotions and expressing their sentiments as if they were my own! I wouldn't figure this out until 30 years later.  But I loved everyone no matter how they treated me. I grew up like this.

 

When I was in the 3rd grade one of my "friends" was on the bus with me. She was sitting on the floor and using the seat as a table. She was using this pretty green marker and writing really neat. I asked her what she was doing. She replied, "Calligraphy." I asked her where she learned how to do it. She responded, "Girl Scouts."

 

I ran home and begged my mom to join the Girl Scouts because they were teaching Calligraphy. The next day I went to school with $3.00 firmly gripped in my hand to join those Girl Scouts. By the next Tuesday, I was firmly ensconced in Girl Scouts just in time for the Calligraphy classes to be over. I was devastated. I did not intend to go back. My mother had other ideas. She had paid $3.00 I was staying for a year.

 

My dad was a teacher at the time, at Great Oaks Police Academy. He spoke to the Art Instructor there and explained my situation. That year for my birthday, I received a beautiful book on Calligraphy along with 9 different colored Calligraphy markers. I was in heaven. I taught myself how to do every kind of Calligraphy in the book (there were about 50). Every Year after that I received a new Set of Calligraphy Pens. Every one nicer than the last set. By the time I was in the 8th grade, I was good. That is also when I changed from a private school to a public one. I went from a class of 23 to a class of over 200. My first day of school (it was 2 months into the school year) I entered my new art class.

 

. This was the first time I had gotten to take art as an elective.  I was very excited.

They were into there 4th week of Calligraphy. Coincidence?

The teacher was very curt with me when she explained I was very behind and would have to catch up with the rest of the class on my own time. She quickly showed me the first 5 letters of the German black letter Calligraphy and said, "You watch me do these, and then you do them. If they are good enough I will show you how to do the next 5." Little did she know this was my favorite type of Calligraphy. After I had finished the 1st half of the alphabet she asked me if I had done Calligraphy before. I nonchalantly replied, " Once or twice." By the end of the class, I finished the German Blackletter Calligraphy and the Chancery (the prior lesson). By the end of the second class, I was 2 weeks ahead of the class and had already finished my final project- a poem written in Calligraphy.

 

As I went on through high school, I continued to take art as my elective. Once again, the teacher there concentrated 6 weeks on Calligraphy. The teacher actually asked me to help the other students. By this time, my own writing looked like Calligraphy. I also started getting on other people when their writing was illegible. My comment to them was:

"Why do you bother writing if no one can read it. Writing is a form of communication. If I can't read it then you must not want to communicate."

 

I won a lot of friendships that way. LOL!

 

Shortly after high school, I went back to the school everyday to help my art teacher teach Calligraphy. I graded the papers and helped the students with there writing. I loved it. After high school, I went to Art College and designed my own type of calligraphy. I took 2 completely different types and combined them together. The professors thought I was joking when I told them I was going to do this. They stopped laughing when I showed them my final product. They were impressed. Sometime that year I realized I loved art but would never be able to make a decent living at it, so I went into the finance industry. I've worked for credit card companies, mortgage companies, banks and finance companies, all as management. The finance world was a great source of income. I approved loans and met many clients. This was before everything was done on computers. Everything had to be handwritten.

 

Shortly I was able to sense who was going to pay and who wasn't by looking at there writing.

 

I never understood it and I couldn't explain it. I thought it was me being anal because of my "perfect handwriting."

Then I discovered a little book on Handwriting Analysis. I was fascinated. I studied the book from cover to cover. Then I began finding more and more books. I jumped in with both feet.

 

I discovered that if a person's handwriting is illegible it might be because they have something to hide (depending on a lot of other factors). 

 

Then I discovered how to read dishonesty in the writing. Wow. I had a feeling about people’s handwriting and now I understood why. I began taking Graphology courses wherever I could find them. I began giving handwriting analysis to anyone that wrote in front of me. I had a lot of clients who poured their heart out to me when I saw something in their writing. I then began studying psychology on a small scale.

 

(Graphology is a part of psychology- psychology intrigues me to this day).

 

I found that handwriting is brain writing and if you change your handwriting, you can change certain things about your personality. So, when I read Handwriting I often offer samples of how to improve your handwriting.

 

I am not a doctor and I can not diagnoses illness but I can see problems both physical and

mental and can suggest you see your family doctor

 

Over the years in the financial world, I had created a very tough exterior. I was in a man's business and had to act like a man. I suppressed all my feelings. I became very good at my career. One day I had a disagreement with my boss. I tried to walk away from him but he just kept following me around hounding me. The floodgates opened. I left work that day and went on a disability leave. I didn't feel like I could report him because I was supposed to be management...If I couldn't handle him then how could I handle my employees?

 

I went on disability diagnosed with bi-polar II disorder, severe depression, borderline personality disorder, and severe anxiety attacks. I was afraid to get off my couch to even go to the restroom. It was that bad. I was on disability for 3 months then they canceled my benefits. I had no money. I began to lose the materials of my life slowly, one by one.

 

For someone in the finance industry this was death.

 

At that same time, I lost my boyfriend, best friend and a friend with longevity. I went deeper into depression. I had one friend left and I treated her terribly. I treated her worse than the others. She was the only one who stayed by me.

 

After 9 months of lying on the couch, I decided to look at my handwriting. It was beautiful and very legible but...

all those loops and perfection were affecting me. I had become such a perfectionist that failure devastated me. That was where I was. A failure. At life. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and began reconstructing my writing.

 

Within a month, I was able to get off my couch. I actually left my house at one point.

 

Then I found The Herbalist.

 

She got me off all my prescriptions (great without insurance they cost a fortune). She began to heal my physical problems with spiritual insight and intervention.

 

Then I met Vickiveil a psychic & medium.

 

I told her my story. Inside of my reading with her, she was able to explain my emotions to me. Simply put I am an empathic. I pick up on other people’s emotions. I didn't know how to control it. Me an empathic? I had always wanted to be psychic. All this time I already was?!?!

 

She explained a method called psychometry to me.

 

I actually hold peoples energy in my hands when I do Graphology. That is psychometry. Getting the mental picture of a person with something they have touched.

Since then Vickiveil has been working with me to hone my skills and control them. What a blessing she has been.

 

 Since that time I have changed my handwriting little by little. My doctors are amazed at the change in me. I no longer suffer from bipolar II disorder, borderline personality disorder, or severe depression. They really wonder what has happened to me. It is because I changed my handwriting. My family has watched this transformation and are happy to see me now. They like the person I have become. I like the person I have become.

My friend who had stuck with me through everything was Debrah. She started her own Aura photography business, and is doing quite well. We are closer now than ever. The owners of the Herbalist and I have become very good friends. They are Erin and Greg. So with the help of  Vickiveil, Debrah, Erin and Greg, lets not forget handwriting therapy. I have become a new person. A much better person. I have finally found what I enjoy doing (My handwriting supports my chosen path). I do calligraphy with artwork, I also teach calligraphy on an individual basis and in classroom settings. Now I am teaching Handwriting analysis. I always look forward to meeting new people and new handwriting.

 

How can graphology change your life?

 

 

 



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