Who is ParaLarry?

Fun facts: 

• My favorite singer and entertainer since I was two has been Whitney Houston.
• I also sing and write music.  If you search on the karaoke singing app Smule, you can find me there singing my heart out!
• I am a passionate martial artist, specializing in taekwondo and Krav Maga
• I am an avid writer of poetry
• Dystopian novels are my favorite.  The series “Ashfall”  by Mike Mullin, “Life As We Knew It” by Susan Beth Pfeffer, and “Dorothy Must Die” by Danielle Paige are some of my favorites.

 

 

I’m Larry, fondly nicknamed ParaLarry by a close friend. I’ve been doing readings as both a psychic and a medium since 1999. I never considered sharing this gift with the world as my experience with psychic phenomena began in tragedy.

In fall 1998, I was a typical 15 year old high school freshman, enjoying time with my friends and my (extremely large) family.  As was typical at the time, some friends and family were at a friend of the family’s home, eating, laughing, and having a great time.  This was the day that my world would change dramatically.  As we sat laughing in the kitchen,  I was mentally lifted from the conversation and transported to what I’ve now dubbed my spiritual IMAX theatre.  What played on screen was the impending death of my oldest brother, Karl.  Though he had long left the nest being nearly 15 years my senior, he and I remained close.

After the vision lifted, I came to, aware that I was back to the kitchen.  I felt as if I had been gone hours, but I couldn’t have been gone long at all–the laughter and talking continued around me.  It was as if no one noticed I had “left.”   I was understandably shaken up.  When I returned home later that evening, I told momma what occurred.

“Momma, I saw that Karlie was going to die.  It was so real,” I began.

Although extremely God-fearing and devout, she maintained an open mind and had a natural curiosity to all things paranormal and supernatural having had her own experiences with Spirit.

“Don’t say that, boy!” she said sternly to me.

I couldn’t shake the feeling; it felt too real.  However,  almost a full year passed and the IMAX-vision had not come to fruition. No other visions had occurred during that time, but still my brother’s fate stayed firmly planted in the back of my mind.  Having replayed the vision several times throughout the year, I was adamant about what I’d seen and somehow knew I’d recognize it if it were playing out in real-time.

If this is true, I reasoned, momma and daddy are going to have friends over to play cards, listen to music, and have drinks.  I saw that much and I saw the friends that would be in attendance, after all.  Mid-afternoon, the doorbell began to ring and I remember walking out of my bedroom as the adults began to arrive.  Immediately, the scene was uncomfortably familiar.  As the night wore on, I knew I was in the beginning scenes of the vision.

I know what I’ll do, I thought.  I’ll leave.  Maybe if I change something about where I am, it’ll change the outcome of the overall vision!

My parents had gotten me my first set of wheels, a blue and grey 1989 Pontiac Sundance, and I was a fully licensed driver.  I asked if I could run up the road to my aunt and uncle’s home to hang out with my closest cousin.  He would be there and able to distract me with his humor.  As I parked in front of my aunt’s house, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Whew, I changed it!

As I walked up the drive and placed my hand on the doorknob to go in, that uncomfortable familiarity returned.  I realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be according to the vision.  If I were correct, I’d open the usually always-locked front door, and see my aunt on the phone at the bottom of the stairs.  She’d drop the phone and rush past me on the stairs in a panic, saying “we gotta go!”  It happened.  Just as I had seen.  As my aunt rushed past me, I sat on the top step, defeated.  put my hand on the doorknob to go in, I realized that I was exactly where I was supposed to be according to my vision.  I thought I had changed the vision, but I had ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.

That was Friday, October 8, 1999.

I was pretty much reared in the Full Gospel Baptist Church.  However,  the answers I needed about what happened to me couldn’t be found there.  I asked very directly several times only to be told I was dabbling in familiar spirits.  Not finding the answers I needed in church, I took matters into my own hands.  The internet was still in its infancy, so I high-tailed it to the library.  I checked out every book about psychic and supernatural phenomena that I could find.  I needed information.  I had to make sense of how this happened.

As I read and learned, I did the exercises in the books.  My gift awakened and strengthened.  I finally told a friend who lived several states away about what I had been happening and he encouraged me to read for him.  He helped me develop my gift and was able to provide feedback on its development.  He would eventually have me doing email readings for classmates at his university, and the details I could provide were beyond accurate.  In fact, they creeped me out.

I began coming out of the psychic closet slowly but surely (hilariously juxtaposed with me coming out of the closet sexually at the same time).  I began telling classmates, friends, and coworkers what was happening and I read for everyone who asked.  As I read for all these people, and to this day, I never believed a word of what I was saying.  I was skeptical of my own words as they escaped my mouth.  That was of no consequence; the gift believed in me even if I doubted it.  I always say this is spirit’s way of keeping me humble.  While I welcome and love reviews and feedback, I never believe my own hype.  I know what I know and I stay in my lane.

In late 2011, I was with a friend doing a reading for her and she asked, “Have you ever thought about doing this online?”  It had never occurred to me.  She encouraged me to try.

“Dude, just setup a page on Reddit or something and charge $5 for your readings.  It’ll at least get you feedback and more experience.  I can tell you what you’ve told me is spot on.”

I did just that.  And ParaLarry was introduced to the world.

Human Design

I knew nothing of Human Design about 5 years ago.  And when my manifestor friend initiated me into it,  I actually rejected it.  Even to my uber-spiritual ass, it seemed a little too out there and hard to grasp.  But little did I know that she had already started her experiment with it and had begun deconditioning. 

 

Because we talk daily and cover a lot of emotional,  somatic, and spiritual territory, I unknowingly began deconditioning right alongside her until one day I looked up and Human Design called out to me–and made sense!  I took a hold of it and never looked back.  

 

I am now nearly 6 years into my experiment and the amount of growth and knowledge I’ve acquired about how everyone is divinely designed is astounding!  I often hear, “I have never heard anyone explain Human Design concepts in the way you do!  You explain it in a layman’s way that ANYONE can grasp.”

 

So there is now a merging of all my gifts, all of which are present in my chart:  spiriituality/mysticism, music, writing, and teaching for the collective.

 

Nice to meetcha!

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