I See Your Dream Job: A Career Intuitive Shows You How to Discover What You Were Put on Earth to Do

by Sue Frederick

Overview

For anyone in a dead-end job, stuck in a rut, or out of work, this timely and ground-breaking book is the solution!

Have you ever wondered what you were truly meant to do in life? Have you ever felt that you have a higher calling? Let career intuitive Sue Frederick show you the way.

In this first-ever book to combine ancient mystical teachings with current career knowledge, Sue reveals how to read destiny clues (the way she reads them for clients) and create a practical plan for moving forward. She illuminates the negative patterns stopping you in your tracks and teaches you to remove them. You walk away with a fresh perspective on your life's direction, and a realization of how powerful you truly are.

I See Your Dream Job is a book for anyone who:

- Feels stuck in a job
- Feels unfulfilled at work
- Questions if they're on the right track
- Yearns to do something more creative
- Dreams of a different path
- Has been fired
- Has been downsized
- Is underpaid and underappreciated
- Simply wants something different.

"A must read for everyone who would like a step-by-step approach to discovering their life's purpose." - Leslie Gail author of a Life Simplified

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781429928953
Publisher:	St. Martin's Publishing Group
Publication date:	09/01/2009
Sold by:	Macmillan
Format:	eBook
Pages:	272
Sales rank:	931,760
File size:	830 KB

About the Author

SUE FREDERICK is a career intuitive who has been called the "Emeril of Enlightenment." She's a frequent guest on radio shows and has presented workshops at venues such as The Crossings Retreat Center, New Hope, American Business Women's Association and the National Career Development Association. She lives in Colorado.

SUE FREDERICK is an intuitive who has been called the "Emeril of Enlightenment."  She's a frequent guest on radio shows and has presented workshops at venues such as The Crossings Retreat Center, New Hope, The Omega Institute, American Business Women's Association and the National Career Development Association. She’s a regular contributor to Astrology.com.  She lives in Colorado with her soul mate and their two kids.

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CHAPTER 1

GROWING UP IN THE CITY OF SPIRITS — NEW ORLEANS

I'm a career intuitive, a medium, and I see dream jobs. When I work with clients I see their gifts and potentials: what they came here to do, the careers they would love, and where they should live. This information comes to me as photographic images, auditory messages, and powerful sensory feelings that I transmit directly to my clients. Sometimes I see my clients' departed loved ones, who come to the session to offer career guidance.

This joining of two seemingly disconnected worlds — the divine realms and the world of work — seems to be my particular talent. I was born in New Orleans to a French Cajun mother who came from a long line of women with "the gift." I inherited a double dose of telepathy, clairvoyance, and precognition from her and her mother, and back through generations of her family — the Degas women (whether we're related to the famous artist, we're not sure).

These unusual gifts were nurtured by the mysterious city of my childhood. In the haunted alleys of the French Quarter, almost everybody gives respect to the "unseen" world in some form or other — whether it's through voodoo, Catholicism, psychics, vampires, or Mardi Gras.

My early years were flavored with this spicy magic — from my grandpa's stories of the swirling Mississippi River to the unforgettable images I absorbed in the dark recesses of Crescent City life. I thrived on the rhythms of my crazy Cajun ancestors.

Like them, I heard other people's thoughts and had too-vivid dreams of events that would happen in the future. Sometimes this was helpful; mostly it just contributed to my "nerdy" childhood. In first grade, when the school bully had me cornered behind a building, I spoke his thoughts out loud, and he took off running as if he'd seen a ghost. In high school I dreamed the exact details of a car wreck and was able to prevent it from happening the next day.

For most of my childhood I was sensitive to these other realms — whether I wanted to be or not. And trust me, I didn't want to be! Being psychic was not "cool" in the fifties; it was more "crazy" than cool, and didn't want to be crazy. Gidget wasn't crazy, and neither was Hayley Mills. In the days of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley, ponytails and sock hops, normal was in. That's all I aspired to be.

Southern girls from middle-class Catholic families weren't allowed the luxury of psychic powers. When I talked about things I had dreamed that came true, people left the room; they told me I had an overactive imagination. I lost friends. So I learned to keep it to myself.

But the dreams were relentless; I dreaded going to sleep because it meant entering an alternate reality of precognitive dreams and astral travel that was terrifying for a kid. Today I would be diagnosed with "night terrors" and given drugs to knock me out. But in the fifties I was on my own. So I taught myself to pray the Our Father incessantly — even during my sleep.

As a child I took great comfort in Catholicism's rituals and saints. In that world my dreams were nearly acceptable. I prayed fervently to the Virgin Mary during mass — which attracted the admiration of my third-grade teacher, Sister Mary Leo. She took me aside and said I was well suited for the "religious life," meaning that I would be a good nun (or nerd — my interpretation).

The idea of convent life was strangely comforting — until seventh grade, when I saw the Beatles perform on the Ed Sullivan Show. From then on my future was clear — I would marry Paul McCartney.

My mom's Cajun family had a long tradition of intuitives. Yet these powerful strong-willed women kept pretty quiet about their dreams and their ability to know what was happening to faraway loved ones, until we got together for family gatherings. Then I heard the whispered stories of dreams that came true and of waking in the night knowing when someone had died — before the phone rang to bring the news.

Besides passing along the gift, my mother supplied me with a most essential tool: unflinching determination. Without her tremendous strength I would have gotten lost in the confusing world of telepathy and clairvoyance. Mom's message was clear: Fit in, be strong, and have a conventional life. There were no options.

I kept the dreams and visions to myself. I knew that I had the power to see the other world, but I saw no good reason to do so. It would only cause trouble. And, hey, Gidget never saw spirits or had weird dreams. Neither did Paul McCartney. And, as my mother pointed out, talking about this stuff could get me a stint in the local mental hospital.

Meanwhile the dreams continued. We spent summers at our beach house in Long Beach, Mississippi, where I often woke the family with piercing screams about the wall of water washing over our house and sweeping away everything we owned. This vivid precognitive dream was repeated throughout most of my childhood. My brothers learned to throw a pillow at my head before the screams could wake our baby sister.

But the dreams made my grandfather uneasy. He had weathered numerous hurricanes in the house and was confident that our home was built like a fort. Yet as I got older, he would ask for more details of the dream, which I would relate as best I could.

One night, when we were sharing stories, he put his hand into the moonlight shining through our window. "You see that light, Sue Ellen. That's perpetual light — that's what God is. And God is always with us."

That simple conversation became the foundation for my lifelong understanding of God as ever-present divine light. This awareness helped calm the fears that my dreams inspired.

The summer I turned seventeen, in 1969, Hurricane Camille sent a thirty-foot wall of water over our Long Beach house and left nothing but the concrete foundation. We had evacuated, so no one was hurt. But the loss of Long Beach was a trauma from which our family never fully recovered. It marked a turning point in my life; I left for college that same summer and seldom came home again.

Another recurring dream was of seeing the city of New Orleans under water. In the dream I was in a car with my family on a city street, and suddenly we were submerged under five feet of water. Or we would be driving across the Lake Ponchartrain Causeway when the road would disappear into the water, and we would drive off the edge.

In 2005 Hurricane Katrina destroyed the city and the Lake Ponchartrain Causeway exactly as I had seen it in my dreams for thirty years.

When I got pregnant at the age of forty-two, I dreamed of my unborn child — who told me her name was Sarah and that she really loved me. I saw her perfect face as clear as a photo, and it's the exact face that I see today when I look at her.

My psychic gift is most powerful now that I use it to help others. The precognitive images that I see help me guide my clients to their true work. But it took me more than fifty years to embrace this ability to see the unseen world and learn what it had to teach — rather than being ashamed or afraid of it.

CHAPTER 2

THE DEATH THAT WOKE MY SPIRIT

One of my strongest experiences in confirming the power of the unseen realms began in 1978, when I met and married a fellow mountaineer, Paul Frederick. We were both mountaineering instructors, crazy in love and planning a family when he was diagnosed with colon cancer and given two weeks to live.

From the moment of his diagnosis, we were determined to overcome it. Paul, who was only thirty-five, would survive. We explored conventional and alternative healing methods; Paul went through two surgeries to remove tumors from his colon and several rounds of chemotherapy. This conventional approach made little difference as the cancer spread, and we quickly became immersed in energy work, visualization, herbal medicine, and Native American medicine. Paul was part Cherokee, so his mother and sister provided us with books and healers from the Native American tradition. They got us an audience with a famous Sioux healer, Chief Fools Crow.

Over the next few months (even though Paul was given only two weeks to live, he lived exactly one year from the date of his diagnosis — July 13), as Paul's health deteriorated, I experienced many extraordinary other-realm experiences with him. Chief Fools Crow became Paul's constant dream companion. Paul awoke each morning with a new story to report about something Fools Crow had taught him the night before. The most dramatic was Paul's sudden ability to speak Lakota — the language of the Sioux.

In the last few weeks before he died, Paul woke up singing a Lakota death song every morning. He said Fools Crow taught him two songs — one to deal with the pain and one to help him die. When the doctors heard this strange singing, they thought he was either speaking in tongues or was delirious, and they reported this in his medical charts. In college I had studied Native American history and was very familiar with the language of Lakota. I knew exactly what he was singing.

On a rainy summer day in July 1980, Paul slipped into a coma. For nearly twenty-four hours the accumulated stress of the past year washed over me in waves of nausea. Eventually I fell asleep on the floor. As soon as I dozed off, Paul appeared in front of me. He was smiling and quite happy. He touched my arm and said, "Don't worry. I'm free. But what are you waiting for? You said I could die in your arms."

I awoke with a jolt and cleared everyone out of the room. Paul's mother and I stood on either side of him. We rubbed his arms and legs and told him it was okay to go now — that we wanted him to be free. We told him to leave his body and fly out into the soothing summer rainstorm.

As soon as we spoke those words, Paul's breathing changed for the first time in forty-eight hours. He took one long peaceful sigh, and his spirit left his body. I saw it leave as clearly as you can see your hand in front of your face. It was an image I'll never forget. It was Paul's gift to me.

I would never again doubt the spirit world or my ability to see it. That final moment was a confirmation of what I was here to do. I realized for the first time that we (our souls, not our conscious minds) are in charge of how and when we die — even how and when we take our last breaths. And I knew with every cell in my body that death was only a passage of the spirit into the unseen realms.

A few years later my best childhood girlfriend, Crissie, died after a two-year bout with leukemia. A decade later my father died one month after being diagnosed with lung cancer. I wasn't able to be with either of them when they died (I had just left the hospital to pick up my daughter from the babysitter when my father passed, and Crissie and I had spent a heartfelt time together just weeks before her death). Yet they both appeared and spoke to me at the moment of crossing over.

By this time I was clear beyond all doubt that we are spiritual beings having a human experience — rather than the other way around — and that we've come here on a mission. Eventually I understood that my work was to help people remember that.

Today I'm abundantly grateful for my work, which is my passion. My intuitive gifts are finally out of the closet, and I'm able to share them freely with others. The images and dreams that have always guided me are now guiding others through my work as a professional career intuitive.

CHAPTER 3

HOW CLIENTS REVEALED MY GIFTS

In the year 2000, after a long journalism career as a health writer (spurred by Paul's death), I launched my business as a career coach. I planned to do traditional career counseling the way I had been trained at University of Missouri thirty years earlier. And at first I did. But the more clients I had, the more relaxed and open I became — which allowed my intuition to blossom. Soon I was amazed and baffled by the images and information that came to me during my work with clients.

While we calmly discussed job searches and résumés, vivid photographic images of my clients working in certain types of settings (such as being a pilot, teaching in a classroom, or being a detective) flashed before me. What did these images mean?

When I asked clients if they had ever worked in those specific careers, I found out that these were the hidden dream careers they hadn't had the courage to pursue or even tell anyone about. Yet these were the careers that excited them most.

For example, Roy, a depressed software engineer, dreamed of being in the FBI but was in his early thirties and thought it would be impossible to get accepted. He came to see me in the unhappy pursuit of yet another engineering job. While he sat miserably describing his dreary cubicle working conditions and oppressive daily tasks, I saw colorful images of him chasing someone through dark alleyways and working in an office with a large government seal on the wall.

When asked about this vision, Roy shyly admitted that he had always dreamed of working for the FBI. His whole being lit up with excitement as he talked about this secret dream. We worked for months to move his life in that direction and overcome the negative beliefs that sabotaged his efforts to pursue this lifelong dream. Today he's a successful student at the FBI academy and loves his new life.

Other times, written words and impressions appeared above my clients' heads. For example, John, CEO of a retail business, lived in Denver with his wife, who worked in the medical field, and their four-year-old daughter. He and his wife were both unhappy with their work — which was hurting family life. They were contemplating divorce. From the first time I worked with John, the word "Vail" kept popping into my visual field.

When I mentioned it, he explained that he longed to move his family to Vail but didn't think they could make a living there. He was afraid to even mention this dream to his wife, because she would tell him it was unrealistic. After a little intuitive career coaching, he and his family now live and work happily in Vail. She's a fabulously successful high-end realtor, and he's the CEO of an international corporate consulting company. Their marriage is better than ever, and their young daughter is becoming an accomplished ski racer.

The strangest occurrences were when the spirits of departed loved ones began showing up during sessions. For example, as Craig described his job unhappiness at a large corporation where he was a project manager, a young girl with straight blond hair, bangs, and blue eyes made herself visible to me beside him.

When I asked Craig about her, he said his wife had blond hair and blue eyes. I told him I was sure his wife hadn't come to the session in spirit form, because she was very much alive. Then he reluctantly told me a tragic story about his younger sister, who was killed in a car accident when he was in his early twenties. Craig brought an old photo of her to our next session, and I could see she was exactly who was showing up beside him.

As we worked, it became clear that his sister, even though she had died more than twenty years earlier, had a message for Craig to follow his dreams of being a teacher. She was quite insistent about it, in fact. This divine guidance from his sister helped Craig find the courage to change career direction. He was deeply moved to know that, after all this time, his sister still cared about his happiness and wanted him to pursue his dreams.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments,
Preface,
Introduction: A Message from Beyond,
PART 1: HOW I SEE YOUR DREAM JOB,
1 Growing Up in the City of Spirits — New Orleans,
2 The Death That Woke My Spirit,
3 How Clients Revealed My Gifts,
4 A Powerful Ancient System to Help You Find Your Path,
5 You, Too, Can Learn to Read Destiny,
6 People Just Like You Who Found Their Great Work: The Successful Man Who Couldn't Find a Job,
PART 2: FINDING YOUR INTENDED CAREER PATH,
7 The Path You Chose,
8 Perils and Potentials of a Great Path: Insights for Those on the Path of 11 or 22,
9 The Flavor of Your Work,
10 Your Current Career Cycle,
11 The Talents You Brought with You,
12 If It Matters to You, It's Your Mission,
PART 3: USING YOUR LIFE FUEL,
13 Pain Is on Purpose; It Reveals Your Mission,
14 Fear Is Your Power,
PART 4: TAPPING INTO YOUR OWN INTUITIVE CAREER GUIDANCE,
15 Your Inner GPS System,
16 Tuning Up Your Vibes,
17 Stop the Pitiful Thinking,
18 Your Dreams Are by Design,
19 Meditations on Your Mission,
20 Taking Inspired Action,
PART 5: THE WAKE-UP WORKBOOK,
21 Six Steps to Remembering What You Came Here to Do,
1. Tap into Your Intuitive Career Guidance System,
2. Own Your Power,
3. Find Your Destiny Path,
4. Let Talents and Dreams Guide You,
5. Use Your Pain as Fuel,
6. Put It All Together and Go!,
Appendix: A Brief Summary of Scientific Research on Our Ability to Affect Reality,
What to Do Next,