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Adventures, Crystal Clear, Family, Gift, Guardian Angel, Higher Self, Home Sweet Home, Intuition

Day 5~ Daily I Think

Gail

Day 5~ Daily I Think

Watching “Psychic Kids” and it has been an eye opener for me. A child who has the gift of ‘sight’ was seeing a ‘dark looking spirit’ hanging around her home. What she was experiencing was similar to what I went through as a small child. I had always been of the mind that having someone that could have told me everything was going to be alright as she did in this show. This little gal’s story had a psychic come over to check out her abilities and the home. After overcoming her fears and able to contain and also instill confidence was she able to move forward and this with the help of her new mentor.

Growing up in an old 1930’s bungalow with my bedroom in the basement sharing it with my little sister and cousin gave me night/day terrors when we went to the bathroom as it was tucked in the corner or when we went to bed. Funny enough those two were not affected as I was. Told I had quite the imagination by my stepdad, my mother did indeed know the truth as my Aunt Doreen told me a few years ago that mom knew I had ‘sight’ as it was on my dad’s side of the family. My mother used ‘good indian medicine’ to rid/cure me of whatever was compelling me to run willy nilly up those stairs fueled by fright. Knowing that I was being stared at or hearing as clear as day whispering and searching for the source and realizing that I was alone gave me great anxiety. This was to go on for many years and there could be days/nights when all was alright and then times when it was quite active. It was not isolated to the basement but also to an upstairs bedroom where I was situated when we first moved in. With a home renovation and new floor and two new bedrooms and a furnace room did I think that it would all go away. But alas it was not to be. By the time I moved out on my own at a early age did I sigh a breath of relief.

I always had this belief that it was only spirit attempting to make a connection with little Gail but was quite afraid to have that experience but with no mentor in sight much like the little girl I watched tonight in this tv show.

Gail~

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Healing, Home Sweet Home, Letter Writer, Love

Day 3~Daily I Think

Gail

Social media can be a great source of entertainment or information as we all know this to be true. Last week when the seriousness of this world wide sickness sunk in, the newsfeed in my facebook community began to come alive. I am not exaggerating when the same informative posts was shared a few 100 times over the next few days. Does this continuity of posts create anxiety in the minds of the average person? Becoming proactive my newsfeed was cleaned by deleting many posts and notifications and lo and behold two days later the wall has once again taken on a sense of peace and tranquility.

The wall has taken on another aspect of stories of business owners who have closed down for a indeterminate amount of time and share their last day in the shop. The not knowing when and hoping that their clients come back to them ‘if’ they have a business when this is all over. But as always there are the community groups that are there to assist those in need. The teachers who go ‘live’ to teach elementary students their grade four curriculum. I, along with a few hundred adults were to learn some insightful aboriginal history. These fb friends are the ‘helpers’ who lend a balance by posting positivity. All good to see.

This is but a drop in the bucket to the whole extent of what is truly working behind the scenes and the mass of energy it is taking to control this situation but I believe we are in good hands. This has been an a challenging experience for many, many people, this we have no doubt but it is one day at a time and we are all in it together. My prayer is for all to stay safe. Until tomorrow, g’nite.

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Day 2~ Daily I Think

Gail

Day 2~ 8:00 am has me musing this early morning about what I will do for this day. A self reiki session is in order as it supports well being and the immune system with what I call energy vitamins. And speaking of energy vitamins a dose of Vitamin D and visit Mr. Sun sometime today with a walk in my community. Laying down to sleep last night had this gal praying and expressing gratitude of having all my needs taken care of with another prayer for this morning. Energy vitamins. Good for the soul.

A bowl of porridge with a side of real time vitamins, a good hot cup of coffee. My exercise program has been done and same with my toiletries. Check, check and check! ✔️ This is my routine and nothing has changed for me with the self isolation. Same thing, different day, a much different day.

10:16 am: Taking a break from an NLP online course. Doing this in small increments. My mind is already thinking of supper, can you believe that? Seriously it will be prep work for now and divide the meat after it is cooked into other meals which I can either add rice or vegetables to them. Oh and lo and behold the temperature is in the plus celsius so going to get dressed for the weather and a have a walkabout in my neighbor after the prep.

11:23 am: Back at the course. Productivity. That has always been my sense of purpose for as far as I remember. It’s the staying on course, focused that sometimes has me off kilter. It is for me, “Oh look, squirrel” Hahaha. But I persevere.

1:45 pm: Got the ground beef done and created 4 dinners out of it. Gave the course a rest and may pick it up sometime tonight. Did a little house cleaning and washed some bedding. All in all a most productive day for this gal. Last week I thought of doing a 3 card reading for The World and so I just finished posting that on my facebook page. I wasn’t surprised when I turned the cards over but all in all very positive in the way you look at it.

3:28 pm: So this is just a short snapshot of my life as it is. A good day to wake up with a clear head and a grateful heart. Many projects to be done but no time limit and no hurry on that score. My intentions are good for all and I spread those seeds where I can. So until tomorrow my friends.

Guardian Angel, Home Sweet Home, Letters to Heaven, Loved Ones, Thankful

Missing You

Gail

Your names come out and I say I think of you when I hear this song.

“I’ll Be Missing You” by Puff Daddy

Rob Schiffner, Greg”Granny” Gravelle, Alan Pappin, Christina Collins, Daddy, Joey Love, Norbert Mosa, Helene Lavigne, Murray M, Debbie Susan Badger, Edward Ginther, Gordon “Leroy” Lukenbill, Al C, Murray M, Dora S, Little Kitty, “Evel” Sally Dube, Terry Malec, Donald “Cap” Henderson, Doug Smawley, James “Bowie” Gibson, Colin M, Terry Barkhouse, Jimmy Glabais, Allen McDougall, Corby M, Rick Britton, Ron Stewart, Leona Stowell, David Boyko, Greg Rowland, Kevin McNeil, Doug Champagne, Jumar Corpuz, John Chitze, Al Ginther, Anthony “Tony” Saunders, Rick “Red” George, Wyatt “Jimmy” Herbert, Gary Belter, John “Tramp” Kerr, Terry Cavanagh, Kevin O, Michele Caron, Russell Spencer, Wendy,  Kenny Myers, Archie Wabasca, Emieliene Wabasca, Ralph Wabasca, Will Wabasca, Julia Collins, Daniel Collins, Jackie Collins, Jonathan Badger,  My Baby.

Some died of a life lived well and some didn’t. At the time I didn’t understand why you went away. My heart broke. I was not alone in this. Each one of you left broken hearts. Shattered. I now look back with fondness and so much love that you were in my life for some time. Each one of you had so much purpose for me. Grandparents who raised and loved me and did all they could. Friends who told great stories, made me laugh, fed me and my child, sometimes irked me (I will not lie Russell..hahaha!) some that told me there deepest secrets. There were a few that shared there lives and included me in their own family celebrations, and one that I got a tattoo from. Some that sat with me and gave me great advice and made me laugh and told me that life wasn’t so bad. Some that put there arm around my weary shoulder and told me to keep on keeping on. There were also my two dogs, Brownie & Blackie that I had when I was very small who I have never forgotten and my kitty. Cannot forget them. Never. They gave unconditional love.

Thank you.

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

Did You Hear That?

Gail

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.

Adventures, Higher Self, Home Sweet Home, Loved Ones, Medium, Musing Daily, Psychic

Thus Far

Gail

Whoa, I tell myself. You’ve done quite a bit and need to re-group. You sold your home that you lived in for 30 years, found the place of your dreams and am nicely ensconced. Moved in, bought new furniture, a better vehicle and in all this your psychic development grew. Then when you thought everything was going well, a relationship ended but for the better. We go onto be better than we were, we both agreed. Then the people started to contact you slowly and you were booked for events.

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The place is quiet. It is like a dream I tell myself. I have never had this much peace in my life. There are days when the phone doesn’t ring from clients and some days when I am booking and it’s busy. I love it. Had I known that being part of giving readings to people would definitely give me total purpose I would have sought it years ago. There are some that have past who have so much vibrancy when they come in and then other’s that hang back. Every reading is different. Laughter comes in unexpected at times. It catches me when I “see” something and have to convey my vision to the client as they tearfully say, “Yes, yes, he was such a card!” The reading could start with someone “coming in” and showing me how they passed away or what they loved to do creatively when they were alive.

Ask me two years ago if this is where I would have been. “No way!” would have been my reply. No way that I would have moved, let alone move to another suburb. But I see this is all meant to be, everything! With so much gratitude I thankfully take on this blissful peace, the mornings with the sun streaming in, the people that come my way for healing messages. I Thank God.

#Gratitude #SoMuchFreakenJoy #PeaceEqualsHappiness

Adventures, Higher Self, Home Sweet Home, Intuition, Universe

I Feel A Change Coming On~

Gail

These past few months with re-grouping, reconnecting, recharging, I am actually settled in my life. I haven’t been out as much with my photo shoots with bands but will get to it in the future. There is the odd photo shoot during the day time to be on my creative bent and to fulfill a client’s request. There is so much to do with Mediumship readings and I do so love this side of my purpose. If someone would have asked me 10 years ago that I would be doing this I would have laughed and said, “Not me”. Taking classes with Carmel Joy Baird, St. Brigids, mentors Nottie, Brenda my Aunt, I have come a long way in my intuitive development. Reading those many, many books doesn’t hold a candle to giving messages to people from there loved one’s that have passed. Also having the belief in Source, Spirit, God that through this I could do what I do.
As a little girl I was to “see” and “hear” what other’s couldn’t but I thought that everyone did. I was considered a person who day dreamt all day long and told stories. I am sure I drove my mother crazy with the information I was to tell and make her wonder how I knew what I knew. In school, at math problems I knew the answer I just couldn’t show how I got to it. That was pretty vexing with the teachers. I was considered a cheat. In later years I was to push it away because I didn’t understand it and it scared me. But it’s not. And I do. Those many years I questioned myself and thought I was crazy, was me picking up feelings, hearing, seeing all that was around me in the crowds. The anxiety of all that made me cocoon which probably didn’t help at all in hindsight.
Now to have all this to become much more clearer for me and to have people come my way to teach me in my gift has helped exponentially. All the experiences in my life has brought me to this and I look forward to what comes next. This year has surely been defining with the big move and living here in this quiet comfy place and sure settled my soul. Being on my own after many years in relationships has also gave me the strength and courage and given me the confidence to face life head on with zeal. This year has not even ended but I am in wonder what the next moment, hours, days, weeks, months will bring for someone who is so excited to accept it.

Adventures, Home Sweet Home

33 Days

Gail

One room is empty as I start the process of packing and leaving this old gal, this old home built in 1955. The number of boxes, too many to count line the dining room wall. I have given away a lot of stuff to the second hand stores and know that there will more trips there. I feel lighter.

It was bought in 1986 to house my child and my boyfriend at the time, Colin. He was the push to find somewhere to live and settle down. The premise was to eventually marry but this was not to be. There were many problems and his drug addiction was one of them. The emotional abuse was to follow and I was his to do with whatever when he came home after days away. I was to stand up to him one day when I had had it and told him to give it to me with all that he had. He laughed and walked away. In that defining moment I was to find my strength. Thank you Colin for showing me that I could do this on my own.

And yes I made the payment of the mortgage on my own. To find a job as a bank teller and to learn more about investment side of life. Also to rent out the basement suite to bring in more monies.

The tenants that have lived in the basement suite and to move on and purchase there own homes were many. There were some memorable characters such as the woman who brought a dog in the suite. I have always stated a no smoking, no pets rule you see.There were many stable people that lived with me, hard working people and people that needed a helping hand. My last three tenants were finally the initiative to find a better way of life. The first, last summer was to party at all hours of the night. The second was to bring a cat in and smoke incessantly. The third loved his loud music and told me that he was deaf and this is why it was loud.

They all three did this gal a favor. It was time to let go. To let go of the upkeep of this old gal. I see the beauty of her. The rounded corners on the doorways. The big windows. The beautiful doors. the huge yard and garage. My most awesome neighbors. But I am so ready to find out what is out there in another community, in another albeit smaller home. But I started with this in mind. The adventure. This is what it is all about for me. Another month of being in the now to savor my time alone and to always remember what this stability got me.