Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Haunted Bay: SF Barbary Coast: (Part 2) Walk with a Medium

In part two of this walk the Native American Miwoks are encountered with a sad tale to tell. While the wee  watchman in the alley continues to share his laughter of once-upon times in the infamous Barbary Coast and why should he not stay? Part One also available along with Interview with Ying, producer and me. Review more at www.juneahern.com - my consumer's guide about psychic readings - don't have a reading until you read this book and my novels!

Sunday, August 17, 2014


My horse Luna
My horse taught me to go beyond my psychic communication abilities.

Along with talking to the dead, and giving psychic readings for humans I also communicate with animals on occasion. The care take (aka owners) are always happily amazed with the details and what the animal wants us to know.

Sparrow and Red Play time
Recently I talked to a herd of horses. There were about a dozen grazing and playing in a field. I moved around them. Some were not so chatty, intent on grazing and/or chasing away another horse that might want to graze, but some had a lot to say!

A mare wasn't happy with having to train. Yes, said the barn trainer, that horse had been the princess at her home and came to learn some manners! I said, good luck and you better let her know that you mean business.

Another mare liked bling! I described a shinny metal, what I thought was a saddle piece, turned out it was the caretakers sweatshirt that had shinny metal buttons. The horse always nosed them. Plus that horse liked to showboat. Again, affirmed the horse used to ride in parades.

A beautiful grey young gelding showed me he felt divided.  Yes! the trainer said, he is divided between two owners. He didn't like that and felt confused.

More about talking to animals and what you can expect to Tuesday 8/19/14, 9:10 to 10 a.m. PST radio show streams. Listeners can email a question about their pet(s) and I'll choose a few to address. Email: skyeinjune at yahoo dot com.
Listen in archieves about a week after the show at yerevan dot com - look for achieves - past shows and then June Ahern.

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Sunday, August 10, 2014


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About how to get the most from a psychic reading and learn how to avoid scammer cons who promise you everything and only take your money. Plus take my ESP Quiz at end to find out about your own psychic abilities.
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Friday, August 1, 2014


I've been viewed as tough  tuff- "Why are you so tough?" - "You're a tough chick."

Can I say, I was born in a town where tough was a way of life?
My father encouraged his children to be tough. He was an amateur boxer in Glasgow and taught his six daughters how to box. Being brave and standing up for yourself was honorable.

Age and my spiritual quest and teachings have mellowed me. Nice to be more peaceful. 

My novels, The Skye in June and City of Redemption are about tough times, tough situations and tough people.

FROM SCOTLAND TO SAN FRANCISCO: Both novels give readers a history of tougher times and are set in two different cities and countries:  Glasgow, Scotland and San Francisco, California,  U.S.A.

In Skye the main characters are from 1950's Glasgow, a tough town to thrive in the immediate postwar times and for a long time thereafter - poverty continued as read in my novel City's setting of 1966. 

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Photo: "Weans in a puddle." Mitchell Library, Glasgow. About 1950's Glasgow, Scotland

Friday, July 11, 2014


San Francisco's Summer of Love in 1967 was an experience as never before. I know. I was there. Summers in San Francisco are usually foggy and windy with sunny days here and there. That didn't keep the flower children from dancing, often near naked, in streets (see Chapter 14 below) and Golden Gate park for the free concerts. 

Flower power ignites into firepower when a lonely young woman

entangles herself in a treacherous plot and murder during the Summer of Love.

City of Redemption is an enthralling novel about the turbulent days of the 1960's free sex, drugs, rebellion and murder. Set in San Francisco during the Summer of Love the story's voice gives vivid  color and power to an unforgettable time and place in history.  The strong plot and dialogue of City of Redemption exposes the seldom seen seedy side of the Summer of Love.

-->In 1967, partly to blame for her young son's death, Liz flees Scotland to San Francisco. She wants to lose herself with free love among the groovy people. Instead, she is unwittingly drawn into the dark underbelly of violence and addiction with a callous drug-dealer and a treacherous plot to bring down the Black Panthers.  Her unlikely friendship with Black Panther Toni Bordeaux, leads Liz to redemption for her shameful past.  
By chance encounter she met an old man who foretold her future.

March 1967 – Evening

“BUGGER OFF!” Liz said crossly.

The gnome-like man at the next table chuckled at her response to his offer of a cocktail. Lifting an empty glass in the air, he caught the bartender’s eye then flashed two fingers up with his opposite hand, a gesture not lost on Liz.

Under her eyelashes Liz peeked at the gent’s gnarled hands, which were a deeper shade of red-brown than his weathered face. Between his coloring and pea coat, she reckoned the shabby little fellow was a seafaring man.

He set the glass down on the table and resumed rummaging through a worn leather satchel. He brought out a pen and a black journal. They were placed next to an ink bottle and a scroll. Along with the two empty glasses and newly added items, the table was fast filling up.

Liz slid her eyes away and raised her glass of whiskey to her lips to discover it was empty. 

San Francisco

From the Haight to Eureka Valley

July 11 1967 – Midday

MIDWAY DOWN THE 33 Ashbury bus, Liz sat forlornly, looking out the window at the dreary San Francisco summer fog. Uncombed hair hung loosely around her face and landed on the shoulders of a wrinkled, white peasant blouse. She wore no make-up. Two teen girls sitting in front of her laughed about the stories they told to get out of school for the day. The girls, like so many young people coming from the suburbs for the day to be part of the action, lied to their parents about their whereabouts. Then they complained about how they hadn’t expected such cold weather in the summer, and wished they’d dressed warmer. Both wore light cotton blouses, long flowing skirts and sandals. Liz realized she didn’t feel the cold. She didn’t really feel much of anything except the growing need to make some money. Her bellbottom jeans, slung low on her hips, were tattered from constant wear. Patting the large leather bag on her lap, she thought of the red-beaded earrings she’d made that morning, hoping somebody would buy them today. When I get some money, I’m getting a new pair of Levi’s and a couple of blouses, she decided.

Next to her sat a middle-aged woman with a boy about six-years-old on her lap, fidgeting and whining, “Are we almost there, Grandma?” The woman answered, “Almost,” in a voice which told Liz she was as fed up with the delay as much as the boy.

Like them Liz’s patience was running thin with the parade of people dressed in tie-dyed tee shirts, jeans, long flowing dresses, and flowered wreaths. Here and there bare chests were painted with blue and red paint or big flowers. They were too stoned to feel the fog’s damp sprinkles. Banging on pots, they danced around wildly, and waved placards reading MAKE LOVE NOT WAR and U.S. OUT OF VIETNAM. Laughing and singing they were oblivious to the blocked traffic. 

The raucous singing drifted through open windows on the bus. Liz recognized the song. It was the band Buffalo Springfield’s popular, “For What It’s Worth.” The words conveyed the unrest of the young people in the United States.

There’s something happening here.

What it is, ain’t exactly clear.

The words were often taken up as a battle cry for the turbulent times.

There’s a man with a gun over there, telling me I got to beware.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2014



I am not trying to convert you to believe in a subject you might be opposed to, but rather to share my, over thirty-five years, experiences as a psychic reader and metaphysical teacher and to dispel the mysteries, superstitions and misconceptions surrounding psychic readers and readings. Even if you doubt that people possess psychic abilities or that readings are worthwhile, I am confident your thoughts regarding this subject will change after finishing the book. 
My ESP Quiz at the end of the book will help you to determine what your psychic or ESP abilities are the strongest.  

 Photo courtesy of George Sedlag
Possessing psychic abilities (also known as ESP––extra sensory perception or in Russia as super sensory perception) is not the exclusive property of a select group of people. ESP occurs often daily and it can be developed to use at will.  
You can develop your abilities by conducting some easy fun experiments, such as using a deck of playing cards and “guessing” or “reading” the cards by color or suit without looking at them until after your prediction.
Types of ESP: Telepathy, the most easily accepted and recognized ability, is nonverbal communication. When one picks up another’s thoughts from across a room or the world, the communication is telepathic. Think of a time when you had a sudden urge to contact a particular person––perhaps the face flashed across your mind––and after contacting your friend he remarked, “I was just thinking of you!” Obviously, both of you were on the same mental waves as you communicated telepathically. Telepathy is a great source of communication when words cannot be expressed.
Psychometry is the ability to receive information about a person or an object through physical touch. For example, when you are shopping for a book and you pick one up, then another, and finally sense which book feels right for you, you are using psychometric ability by shopping through touch.
Psychokinesis is the ability to alter the physical environment through the powers of the mind. Have you ever carried anything that was very heavy, and for that moment, told yourself it was light as a feather and finding the heavy object to suddenly feel lighter to you?
Clairvoyance (clear vision): visions, dreams and images that can be of the past, present, or future without prior knowledge. Test your ability by writing your predictions about the next day’s news or headlines. You can check out your accuracy the following day. What did you mentally think? This is called precognition, which is the ability to predict future events. Clairaudio: (clear hearing) hearing messages or information unknown to you with no prior knowledge, or thinking of them. Clairsentience (clear feeling): sense through the body of changes, events to happen or that which happened without prior knowledge.
To purchase this ebook go to Amazon.com and to learn more about me see june ahern dot com plus links to my ghost walks in San Francisco infamous Barbary Coast and what I "saw" and "heard". History revealed through the psychic eye.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

SOCCER! The Rough Sport More than a Game to the Scots

With World Cup Soccer matches hot in the news, I reminisce the many Sundays playing behind the Beach Chalet in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco while my father played "fitball" (football or soccer) as the Scots say. The game was a big deal in my family although rarely watched or talked in the U.S. back then. My father would get newspapers from home (Scotland) to keep him updated on his favorite team, the Celtics' wins or loses. 
What team you rallied for meant much more than picking a sports team, it was about your religion too. In Scotland the team you were cheered told of your religious connection. Therefore, the feelings were intense at games brawls could easily erupt in the name of God and soccer. 

Being such a huge part of my growing up life I included sentiments about soccer in Scotland in both my novels. The excerpts below are from "The Skye in June."

Learn Scottish words, customs and immigrants' challenges in my novels.

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 " The driver, along with so many others in Glasgow, deeply respected Willie Buchanan, or Mr. B, as he had been known for as far back as anyone could remember. Mr. B had earned a reputation for being a fair man. Years ago he had rallied a group of well-off citizens to provide funds in support of youth soccer teams for the town’s underprivileged children. He had insisted that the money be shared equally between Catholic and Protestant teams––an unusual act, since prejudice between the two religious groups was still very intense in Scotland. Although some people protested, most citizens supported his efforts."

"The men began to talk about football. Sandy told Jimmy that in America, football was played differently, and the Americans called Scottish football, soccer. For a Glaswegian man, soccer was a passionate subject. Arguments about the two rival teams, the Protestant Rangers and the Catholic Celtics could easily lead to fist fights. Sandy said there were many football teams in the States and religion wasn’t associated with them. He went on to say American football was reserved for “pansies” that needed gear. “They’re afraid they’ll get hurt, poor, wee lassies,” he added, laughing.
June enjoyed herself looking at all the new scenery passing by and listening to the men talk. She liked seeing her father relaxed. Everything seemed better when he laughed. He told Sandy the story about when Peter’s wife, Janet, gave birth. The doctor, who was also a Ranger’s player, had rushed from his game to deliver the baby without taking time to change from his soccer uniform. When he arrived at Janet’s bedside, she screamed at him to get away from her. She didn’t want any Protestant touching her body, let alone her baby!
With tears of laughter running down his face, Sandy choked out between laughs, “Och, away with you. You’re full of it, man!’
“I am not! I’m telling you the truth,” Jimmy could hardly talk for laughing. “They had to call in a Catholic doctor. But I never did find out if he was a Celtic fan.”
The humming of the car and deep laughter of the men finally lulled June to sleep with her head resting on the front seat. When the car stopped, the girls woke up and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. Outside they saw a parade of cars following a bus."