I do a lot of stuff. I mean, you know, charity work.

The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.

I know that The Other Side, and the spirits who live there, are as real as this earth we live on, and that the only thing separating "her" from "there" is a thinly veiled difference in vibrational frequency.

Animals are just pure, uncomplicated entities of creation from God. They live like the Maasai do in Kenya-for each day is forever to them and the "Now" is what they live in. You can get aggravated with your pets and yell at them, but in a matter of minutes they are licking your hand again in love.

A spirit is, like, your mother, my dad, who've made it. They can come around, but they come around in a loving way because they've already made it to God. Most people make it.

You know, bad people, I've never seen bad people have angels.

It's so sad: anything that has to do with God, people want to dispel.