The Secret of Coffee Grinds

Copyright © 2015 Sema Bal.

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-31142 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-3116-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-3115-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015908420

Balboa Press rev. date: 07/10/2015

Contents

Chapter 1    About Me

Chapter 2    Gifted Kids

Chapter 3    Psychic Parent

Chapter 4    Discovering My Gift

Chapter 5    Moved to Australia

Chapter 6    Premonition

Chapter 7    Young Darleen

Chapter 8    Dad’s Communication with His Mother

Chapter 9    My Visit to Turkey, 1987

Chapter 10    My Clients

Chapter 11    First Instinct

Chapter 12    Help Me

Chapter 13    Judith’s Grandfather

Chapter 14    Do Not Ask Me

Chapter 15    Mr. and Mrs. Caveglia

Chapter 16    Praying Dervish

Chapter 17    Approval from Heaven

Chapter 18    Sacred Night Encounter with Uncle

Chapter 19    Mother’s Concern from the Other Side

Chapter 20    Good-byes from Grandma

Chapter 21    My Last Words

Chapter 22    Grandma Ruth

Chapter 23    Angel of Death

Chapter 24    Aunt Nezire Kapra

Chapter 25    Searching for My Hero Fallen Angel

Chapter 26    Find My Fallen Angel

Chapter 27    Lana

Chapter 28    Fatima

Chapter 29    Connecting with the Other Side

Chapter 30    Clients’ Experiences

Chapter 31    We Find Him

Chapter 32    Making Turkish Coffee

Chapter 33    Reading the Cup

Chapter 34    How to Read Playing cards

Chapter 35    Sister of Notre Dame

Chapter 36    Gratitude

Chapter 37    The Remarkable Ending to 2014

Chapter 1

About Me

Hi, my name is Sema. I am also known as a Turkish coffee messenger; some people also know me as (Viktoria Ballavoski, author of Lilith’s Awakening. I am a wife, mother, and writer who leads an ordinary life. I have been with my soul mate for twenty-four years. We’ve had ups and downs, but we’ve always had love and respect for each other. We stand side by side to overcome the obstacles we face, and we have been rewarded with three incredible children. I could not ask for more.

I was motivated to write this memoir by my beloved mother. When writing my first book, Lilith’s Awakening, my mom came to me in my dreams and told me, Write what you know, what you are best at. The next day I told my husband, and he agreed with my mother. I took their suggestion but put it on hold until I finished my first book.

My clients had a significant part in creating this book. When I told them about an idea for the book and how I wanted to introduce Turkish coffee reading. I wanted to share my life’s experiences and memos because I have been a coffee massenger for about thirty years and have been involved with loved ones who have crossed over.

They said, What are you were waiting for? Do it! We are here for you; whatever you need, you’ve got it. They kept their promises and wrote about their experiences with Turkish coffee reading with me.

I want to clarify that I am not here to compare myself with ordinary psychics. I am not trying to persuade anyone. As a coffee reader and predictor, I do not see my myself approaching others. Turkish coffee cup reading is customary in all parts, of the Balkans, as well in Europe and the Middle East, and has been for centuries. Whenever there is a gathering, there always will be Turkish coffee readings; as soon as people are done with their coffees, someone will flip the cups over.

When friends and I are out dining at Turkish restaurants and have dessert and coffee, we instinctively turn over the Turkish coffee cup. It is all about having fun, and we laugh because it is our pastime.

Yes, there are some outstanding clairvoyants, mediums, and psychics in the world. Coffee cup reading is its own gift. I am able to read your, past, present, and future. Remember we seek no formation. Never prepay them online before going to see one. If they are gifted with coffee, the grinds’ images will show them. If you are hoping to hear from loved ones, I will pass along the message.

My mother’s uncle was a well-known medium in the former Yugoslavia. He lived in a town called Desova, and the people called him Hoch Desova. Based on what I have heard about him, he was amazing. In World War II, Germans found out about his clairvoyance, and they wanted him to work for them. When Hoch Desova refused to help them, they killed him.

When I was a young child, my parents told us to be open to everything we heard, saw, and felt. All the faiths, and God, play a significant role in my life. I believe in giving others a second chance. I try not to distrustful, and I strive to be a happy person. I always give my positive energy to others.

This does not mean that I do not get angry. I yell and scream as well as the next person. But I learned not to hold on to the past. Don’t change your lifestyle to please others—always forgive. However, I do not forget. We are all human, and we are not perfect; we have our faults and make mistakes, and we learn from them.

Don’t judge others until you have heard their side of the story. And don’t believe others until you have seen it for yourself. Do not judge or act on gossip. Think twice before you do or say something you may regret. Later in life, you never know when life’s boomerang that you threw will return and hit you. As I said, I am human, and I did let others take advantage of me many times in my life. Because we psychics are gifted, this does not mean that it does not happen to us—it does happens because we put our trust in others.

I have known a person who for a few years now has taken advantage of my caring nature. There is nothing that will stop me from helping others who need my help, and I still do not lose my trust of others. To all those who have taken advantage of others, ask yourself why your life is not going well, instead of questioning God. What have you done to deserve it? Maybe it’s karma,

Some psychic mediums know how to manipulate others. They know when you are almost defenseless, and they act upon your feelings. Psychic mediums and other gifted people are supposed to help others, not play with people’s emotions and rob them blind. Please don’t fall for someone who gets information about you and feeds back what you have given to him or her. When you have found one rotten apple, do not throw away the basket full off apples, because the rest are still good.

Through this book, I talk about how to be your own psychic, and I hope that I am able to teach you how to read Turkish coffee cups. I will not be surprised if you do discover a clairvoyant side to yourself. Do not forget: practice makes perfect. The more readings you do, the more you learn about yourself and others. I feel compelled to help people see different psychics out there.

I believe everyone has psychic abilities, and some are stronger than others. They may be able to discover their own gifts later in life; some gifts are passed on through generations, and some recognize their gifts after a life-changing experience.

Chapter 2

Gifted Kids

Believe me when I say my kids also have gifts in their own way. My older daughter, Mercan, does not talk about it or deal with it.

Mercan said, I saw white clouds flowing AJ. As I tried to call out, AJ’s name they disappeared.

I said, It must be her angels watching over her.

The night of 9/11, Mercan sleepwalked into our room and gave an ear-piercing scream. She said, Who is the strange man that is sleeping in my sister’s bed? Where is my sister?

Her father and I were having difficulty calming her down. We took her back to her sister’s room and showed her that her sister was in her bed and that everything was okay. It was only a dream.

I said, You see, Mercan? There is no strange man in your sister’s bed.

That evening helicopters and army planes flew low enough to shake the house. I tried to keep the kids calm and away from the TV. The fear affected all of us, but the kids were more influenced by seeing the twin towers falling down. It was impossible not be affected. All schools were closed down for a few days. In our case, we went through a stage where Mercan had anxiety. During the days, Mercan had no problems; however, at night she would have nightmares and run into our room screaming.

Mercan said, Get up! Soldiers are coming, and we are going to war. They are here to get us!

My husband and I kept an eye on Mercan’s behavior. Soon Mercan would not go downstairs to the basement by herself. I know there is a thing in our basement, but it never showed itself to the kids until 9/11. The kids and I saw a shadow of a man wearing a top hat. I supposed he was a soldier or sheriff. He was trying to tell us he was here to protect us, and we realized he was harmless.

Mercan does not want to talk about her gift, and I don’t push her on it. When she is ready, she will be open for it again.

Nurcan is my second child. Since she was about three years old, she has had her own little world. After Mercan started school, Nurcan was alone at home. I tried to spend time with Nurcan, but she wanted to be by herself in her room. She would say, I need to go to my room. We need a time-out, Mommy!

From the kitchen, I heard the conversation she was having with someone. I went to her room and asked, Who you are talking to, Nurcan?

Nurcan said, I’m talking to my teacher. She is asking for homework and we are discussing schoolwork.

I did not see or hear anyone. I assumed she had an imaginary friend and said, Sounds excellent. Make sure you listen to your teacher.

A few days later, I heard her having a conversation with someone again. I asked Nurcan, Who are you talking to now?

Nurcan said, I’m playing with my friend. She was lying down on the couch watching TV. It was unusual for Nurcan to be out of her room with her imaginary friends at that time of day.

I asked her, Where are your teacher and friends?

She said, They did not come to school today, Mummy.

Why didn’t they?

She said, They have a day off today.

Only an imaginary friend. I know how to handle this, I said to myself.

A few weeks passed. Nurcan kept getting up in the middle of the night, coming into our room, and sleeping in our bed. I thought we had overcome this issue.

Nurcan said, "I want to watch cartoons, Mommy. In the