Adventures, Author, Creative, Family, Gift, Guardian Angel, Heaven, Higher Self

It Just Got Better!

Who knew that my life would amplify? Well it has. Since I have embraced my purpose and put all the love behind it my life has changed exponentially!! I am finally on my path but it did take all those experiences good and bad to get me where I am and to help the people that sit before me in sessions. There are many stories to tell and they truly stand out. Five o’clock wake up time by Spirit as she tells me, “I was invited!” This was the day of a psychic party and as I entered the hostesses kitchen with people sitting around the table remarked about this 5 o’clock wake up call. I carefully described the lady in question to all and then I had a person laugh out loud and say to all, “That’s my Mom!”

Spirit comes in tippy toes or as loud as they were when they were alive. They show me vignettes of their lives, here and there, past and present. Strong attributes come through or memories made to mention. The healing messages do follow, some small and some long as I dictate or scribble down so fast. They also have there own messages to deliver as I have had people present there questions and they come up with something entirely different or they just answer. I never know what it is that I will channel through a session.

So let’s go back to how afraid I was of what I had when I was younger. I overcame that fear and got to where I am now. The anxiety that came as a side has lessened and I express gratitude to all the people that guided me, the workshops and especially my dear auntie. She has brought my family love to me and made me grow like you don’t know!

Adventures, Family, Heaven, Home Sweet Home, Loved Ones, Medium

Did You Hear That?

I sit here this Sunday morning and muse about the events of yesterday morning spent in an old 1930’s bungalow near the city center of Edmonton. Visiting with the local artisan and her niece was such a delight and we spent a few hours talking naturally of interests that were dear to us, namely art and intuition. It was my second time meeting this sweet lady and revelled in her company and in this house. A house for over time that I drove by and always wondered what it looked like with it’s dilapidated back porch hanging on for dear life. It housed a photography studio and then a hairdresser shop but now this dear lady has her art studio with all her wonderful works there.

We sat in the old dining room with it’s built in cupboards, this after looking over the spacious rooms with her niece, her first time there. Hardwood floors, wood work around each doorway, built in cupboards in kitchen and dining room, roomy closets and that claw tub was to die for! I sound like a realtor pushing but it was a sight to behold. We talked each telling story after story about life experiences. Every once in a while I would have that similar feeling when I am do readings for clients. It’s a definite heaviness in my chest. It’s not uncomfortable but a definiteness there. I would then say to the ladies, “There is a man here wearing a 1940’s style of pants and rolled up shirt sleeves. Large forearms. He is standing in this room.” We would all agree and then continue on with our conversation. Every once in a while we would collectively get up to check out her art and then I would spy children on the stairway, a boy curiously looking at us.Sitting in my chair my sweater was pulled and I felt it on my skin as the artisan remarked that she had seen it move. Again, pretty groovy! I told my friend that I could hear laughter and running, they were so happy. This was a happy household. We all went back to the dining room to resume partaking of the hot coffee and cookies and talking excitedly to each other. It was like meeting up with old friends. As I was saying something we all heard a noise in the kitchen. The owner remarked that it was the top of a container now on the floor. A few minutes later a folded up chair behind the glass doors fell and in turn moved the door. We seen it happen before our eyes. There was no way for that chair to do that, no energy to push it. Continuing on again as if nothing happened. To me, it was pretty cool. Again the artisan wanted to show us something, this after a card on a easel was pushed over, another anomaly in this huge home. As I left the dining room I looked over to the fireplace and seen a brilliant bright light and knew without a doubt Spirit was here. Talking more as we moved from dining room to living room and back again I heard the sound of children running through the kitchen to the back porch which by the way no longer existed. The sound of a back porch screen door as it banged and the mother yelling to keep it shut. By the by the old back porch which had been previously been there was now replaced with a modern deck.

So this is how I spent my day yesterday in this old home that I finally did get to see with it’s past life intact in spirit of course. The artisan had asked me to walk through the house on the first visit which I did but being in an hurry was not to experience the going on’s at that time. I am sure a nice relaxed visit like the one we had where we were talking of mutual interests brought out the lively household where halcyon days were spent with much laughter and loud rambunctious children.

Family, Guardian Angel

Here I am waiting to hold you.

My life has gained greater momentum now with decisions made in the beginning of this new year. Asking the great universe for signs as if this would be the right time to sell my house and it was to be. A new condo to move in was procured. The little dream home that I so look forward to being in.

I awake this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It is my aunt. Answering it, I was soon to be in stitches and thinking how wonderful it was to wake up so happy. Imparting my dream of my father who stood next to a bulldog.

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To see a bulldog in your dream signifies that some protective force is helping you move forward in life.”

With this she told me that he is around to make sure I am taken care of. I know he is around me. The sound of a loose floor board that moves on its own and thus makes the dresser move and then also moves the purse on the door to shift as well. This is him.

I now have daily conversations with his smiley face emitting from the picture frame on my dresser. This is my comfort. It seems as though days go by with nary an adventure to be had and then you wake to something so beautiful it makes your heart sing! #GratitudeForThisLife

Family, Heaven, Intuition

30 years since you been gone…

This is what I know of you. That you were fearful on that first try attempting your first parachute drop. My stories are from my Aunt who remembers you in bits and pieces. All the more for me to savor each tale of you, your life. You were my dad, my everything, your essence was so overpowering. I am sure I could have rode in your pocket all day long just to be with you every moment. What happened in the years growing up as I became a young woman?  Hundreds of miles separated us and my mother needed me at home for her new family.

So now I live on the memories from a close family member. Auntie answers my question, if you were intuitive. She says that all the men in the family were. They were also strong and fearless which brings me to the beginning of this story. During a conversation not too long after he did his first jump he told her that he had to be pushed out of the airplane. Yes, he had been afraid. But he overcame it. So many that in time he became an instructor in the army. I now look back on life with you and consider myself to be lucky to have known you. To be your child. To be proud of you as I know that you are proud of me. Those dreams that I get from time to time of you where you stay all night are so precious. My visits from heaven as I say.

I suppose if anything that I have been able to stand on my own to have resiliency stamped in my passport of life. Add to that the badges of courage, strength and don’t forget joy. I hear that you had a wicked sense of humour and it has been passed onto me. Almost forgot focus because man do I have my eyes on the ball, that being the intuition. It has been a long time of reading books and now getting to know this precious gift. You have heard this before my friends, but as Auntie says, “You have always had it in you. It has always been there.”

So Dad, I raise my cup of tea to you, for teaching me the game of life. It has been 30 years since you have passed and maybe it was meant to be. It is what it is. Back then I would say how lonely I was without you but now know that it was meant for me to attain all this on my own. And now knowing those signs are from you or from my grandmothers gives this gal peace of mind. That truly I always had you by my side. Always know this dear reader, that we are never alone. They are always there.

Family, Story Teller

4 am

I seen your two boys walking down the alley yesterday as I was shoveling snow. They walked with a older boy coming out of the second hand store wearing very large ski suits, two with a backpack, the other with a folding chair. The weather here in Canada can get bitter and of course they would need the suits to to keep warm and especially at night. You see the local youth shelter is all full up and the other one down the street does not have enough funds to house anyone at all much less feed these kids. I was to watch them as they walked the block and half from Value Village down the snow covered alley talking all the while amongst them. As they passed me the older boy remarked out there, “New clothes, new boots.”

They were walking toward the mall that seems to draw many people down my alley to do there shopping but today not for them. Finished up the shoveling to get my car out of the garage and drove to the library which is on the other side of the mall and who should I see sitting outside were the three boys. The two younger ones nervously standing there with no purpose and the other with a ipad in his lap and a cord hanging out of his backpack. You see the library has free wifi and where better to do what he was doing on the internet then there. I dropped the books off and got into my car and seen them start to leave and once again heard the older boy speak up, “I got money for your supper, c’mon let’s go.”

Dear Mother’s they look scared like they didn’t have a clue and all I kept thinking was what was it that made them be here in this space and time. Was it a fight for control of there manhood and pride of youth. The streets can be cruel and so harsh and I fear for them as you are probably doing right now. I woke up at 4 am with the thought again of them out there and with no clue as to what to do with the scene I was given before me. I had woke thinking about that folding chair the one boy had slung over his shoulder, an unusual item for the winter that just hit us. My theory is that he wouldn’t have to sleep on the ground.

As I sit here and write this I only hope for the best outcome for them, that this will be a small time that they are out there. This is not meant to be and I know as a mother I would be worrying  where my son was and if he was safe. If you asked me right now if they were okay in there world, I would say no. silverw

Creative, Family, Letter Writer, Universe

Set On Spin

I have noticed as of lately in my little part of this dreamers world that many and yes there have been many experiences that have popped up. Experiences in a way that I thought I had put away in the back of the linen closet and never to see the light of day. Yes I am waxing eloquent as is my want and just for today.

Let me enlighten you and make this story oh so much clearer for the reader, you.

I am in the drivers seat and wanting to park along side the curb but unable to do so as a truck is coming out the parking lot and has his nose out there and I look at the driver and he is gesticulating wildly at moi. You see I had the right of way but obviously not going at a faster rate of speed for this man. It was funny to watch as he mouthed naughty words my way. I on the other hand was pretty darn calm. Now before I would have been actively participating in this dance but not today, actually now it was going to be never, I felt. It was a choice and I felt no need to be out of control. It felt liberating on my end. In that same week I had comments thrown my way which normally would have crushed me but now I gave it no consideration. All this in one week. Whereas a few years back I would have dramatically phoned one of my best friends and cried on her shoulder but now handling it all on my own.

Today visiting someone whose opinion mattered to me slung a low handed remark about me. I gave it no matter. As I talked out loud to the universe saying that he lived in the past where it concerned me, where he didn’t really know me at all so why should it concern me at all. There was no basis to his thought pattern. It was like fluff you find on your sweater and blow out to the air. My growth is amazing to see and I wonder what will come next. What type of challenges that I will face that I stuck in the back of the closet as I have forgotten.

I also know that I am making room for better things to come and so I wait in anticipation like a little girl at Christmas time, excited for something but not knowing what, but knowing it will be indeed, brilliant!

Family, Heaven

My Sister

May I say she was a slip of a child, well I will because she was. She was funny, she was everything to me, she was my confidente, the one person who I totally trusted with my little girl secrets, my fears. The family dynamics in my early life were not the Dick & Jane of long ago although I wonder what that would have been like. I lived in the country with my grandparents as my father was in the army and gone much of the time. My mother worked in the city and when dad came back home, they would meet up and then come pick me up. Those times were so precious as I was so excited to see them both. There were a few of us like this, my cousins and I who went to stay with other aunts and uncles when my grandmother passed away when I was three. Call me confused too because I thought she was my mom and my cousins my brother’s and sister’s. Funny!

Let’s get back to my cousin who I called a sister, Julia was her name and we were always together, thick and thin. Her mother Flora was to pass away in the middle 60’s leaving little Julia with no mother, no father but she had us, she had me. In all this my mother had divorced my father and remarried  and we lived that life I was yearning for, the stability everyone needs to grow emotionally. My stepfather and mother decided to take in Julia to come live with us forever and I was so freaken excited that I cajoled them into picking her up and soon. My auntie had her and they were in a far off town, trying to make money to feed her family so we would have to wait until they came back. My mother received a phone call one night. Julia had passed away. She had contracted pneumonia after spending some time out in the cold.

You know that feeling when someone so close leaves you, when they pass away. It tears a part of your heart out. You try to make deals with God to bring them back, crying all the while, so desperate. And so the years went on and the feeling was always there and I would think of her time to time. I still do. Time passes and the hurt diminishes and now I think of the fun stuff we use to do. She always has my heart…always.

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Gail, Julia and Mary in the background.

I have always had many people who I met that had gifts that would pass on to me that they would see a little girl with me, with short hair and a cowlick, much like Julia, wearing a long dress much to big for her. My theory about the dress was the one she wore in when she was buried, that can only be. So many to tell me that she is always there. I have to think that this why I have childlike qualities and this is due to her. To add to this my father who passed in 1986 is seen with me wearing a army uniform and my grandmother Julia wearing a long dress and her scarf around her head as well. All three travelling with me and me without a clue until my early 30’s. Boggles the mind now, doesn’t it. Believe that Spirit is always with you, giving you signs and they all have there own, you just have to ask.