Gift, Guardian Angel, Heaven

Gift from Spirit

Love my dreams that come through. They are usually a black and white highlight of days events that had past or vibrant and lucid themes that drift in and out of me as I walk, fly, run, swim, whatever activity is needed in each scene. Mornings bring a smile to this gal’s face and the gift to remember. Such was last night or early morning with a busy walk through a army barracks and then holding unto a necklace with the word DREAM with four jewels attached to it. Messages like these I love. Messages from spirit that I embrace.

It was at Christmas time a few months ago that a colorful dream came through me with gorgeous hues of rainbows dotting the sky and the huge letters of BELIEVE tossed in with the fluffy clouds. I awoke knowing full well that I did in fact believe in myself that I had the knowingness to do what I had to do with my mediumship readings. With that belief I have come leaps and bounds. This dream of this morning is just the icing on the top to manifest my hearts desire for sure. To be able to read for more clients with healing messages, to take my photography to a different level. Stayed tuned for that one. To have a new love. I am not asking for much but something that I truly deserve. Looking forward to the future. Enjoy your day my friends!

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, 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.