Hi, I’m Bernadette King
Thank you for visiting my ‘About’ page. It’s an honor to meet you.
As for me, well, here’s how I’ve spent my life so far;
- Attended Florida Fire College & graduated as a volunteer fire fighter.
- Stand up comic – 4 years.
- Designed, manufactured, and sold topiaries to Lowes and Home Depot in 15 different states – 4 years.
- Managed child and young-adult actors in Hollyweird – 10 years.
- Master Level Acting Coach – 14 years.
- Psychic, Medium, Tarot Reader – 25 years.
- Psychic, Medium, Tarot Teacher – 15 years.
- Shamanic Practitioner – 5 years.
- Spirit, Totem, and Power Animal Reader – 5 years.
- Animal Communication – 45 years.
- Animal Rescue – 45 years.
- Internet Publisher – 5 years. BuildingBeautifulSouls.com & WhatIsMySpiritAnimal.com
On the Internet, there are thousands of psychics, mediums, tarot readers, angel communicators, Shamanic practitioners, and more. But you landed on my page. That happened for a reason. Perhaps you need some inspiration, guidance, or clarity. Maybe you're supposed to take classes. Whatever you seek, I sincerely hope I can help you along your journey.
However, the most important thing anyone will ever need to know about me is...
Why I Became a Psychic Medium
On January 5, 1997 my mom, Patricia B. Carter, was killed due to medical negligence which resulted in her wrongful death. When she presented in the ER that morning, a staff member at the hospital pulled the wrong records and my mom was treated based on a complete stranger’s medical history. Erroneously applied procedures and medications induced her fatal heart attack.
Perhaps if the attending cardiologist had recognized my mom as his own patient from private practice, perhaps if he’d gotten to her bed sooner than the 18 minutes that are documented…
She was only 61.
Patricia B. Carter
We’d never been a spiritual or even religious family so I didn’t ascribe to any particular doctrine’s outline of what happens after death. The only thing I believed in back then was the excruciating pain cocooning every part of me.
After attending a wide variety of church ceremonies in an effort to find out what happened to “her”, the only thing I knew for sure was that my mom was still ‘out there’…somewhere…and I was going to find her – whatever it took.
Over the next couple years I spent more than fifteen thousand dollars on readings with any psychic, spirit medium, clairvoyant, tarot card reader, medical intuitive, channeler, spiritual counselor, etc. who appeared even remotely credible.
The books and CD’s I bought could fill a New Age store, I never missed an episode of Crossing Over with John Edward and lemme’ tell ya, there are more psychic fairs and metaphysical expos in this country than one could shake a smudge stick at.
In all my travels, there were definitely intuitives who connected with my mom. And others who were connected only to presidents – specifically those who appear on legal tender.
The only consistent message I got from the clairvoyants was that I was "a very gifted psychic and would work in the field one day". To which I always responded, "Baloney."
One morning, exhausted and depressed to very depths of what I now believe to be a soul, I thought to myself, "OK, look, you know there's some truth in all this boogedy-boogedy 'stuff'. Don't be a schmuck. See if you can connect to your mom yourself."
So, I decided to take a psychic development class.
That's when the woo-woo got really real.
My teacher was the incomparable Rev. Maureen Eslick of Woodland Hills, Ca and teacher at the Harmony Grove Spiritualist Association.
The first day’s psychic experiences shocked the poo out of me. They also convinced me there is life after death and every single one of us is a psychic medium. Further, I became perfectly clear regarding my purpose in life.
Rev. Maureen began the class with a meditation. I'd never meditated before but I figured it was just like concentrating so that's what I did.
When she "woke us up", it felt like I'd been drugged. I had no idea I was in an altered state of consciousness.
Then she handed each of us a trinket and casually said, "See what you get from this." I had no idea she was testing our psychometry skills.
In a nano-second I was sobbing and saying over and over again, "It's love. I love him so much. I miss him so much. There's just so much love."
Just as quickly, the sobs turned into a steady stream of thoughts spoken aloud. I had no idea I was channeling.
"She wants you to know she will be here this weekend. She says it's a special event and she will be here to celebrate it with you and your husband." I said in a tone of voice not my own.
The episode was over just as soon as it began.
My breathing slowed, the tears stopped and I felt limp.
Eventually, I became aware that the other students were staring at me, slack jawed and still as...well...death.
Rev. Maureen calmly said, "That ring box belonged to my mother-in-law who passed away last year. She and my husband share a birthday. It's this Saturday. We're having a party."
I barely spoke for the next week.
When I had made my decision, I called Rev. Maureen and said, "I'm going to be a professional psychic medium. I want to help as many people as I can, connect with their family, friends and pets who've passed away."
And so I am.
You see, as hokey as the ol' "if I can help just one person..." line is, I never want anyone to experience the kind of anguish and hopelessness I did when I believed my mom was dead and her love was no longer accessible to me.
This is why I do what I do - and for no other reason.