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

Day 5~ Daily I Think

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~

Gift, Healing, Higher Self, Intuition, Love, Loved Ones, Medium, Thankful, Universe

Day 4~Daily I Think

Managing my own energy as I have done many times before is paramount in this time of strife and uncertainty. Connecting through reiki on a daily basis has grounded, healed and expanded that healing to whoever I have been working with. A month ago a spark of an idea compelled me to ask for volunteers to participate in distance mini reiki sessions with the intention of spreading inner healing, love and compassion. Who knew that this idea would go forth into long distance reiki healing sessions for groups of people and at this time. My intentions pure and purpose set to laser beam focus of healing energy. Invited two other reiki facilitators to be a part of this event happening this weekend as the more energy the better I say.

My experience with this navigation of energy shifts has been an emotional re-alignment where the stress levels in my body and having a restful night’s sleep have enhanced my lifestyle. A sense of calm and peace has permeated this emotional, spiritual and physical body but has also given rise to my insight and clarity. For me this is abundance, tenfold and why would I not share this gift.

Gail~

Gift, Guardian Angel, Higher Self, Intuition, Medium, Thankful

Dancing Rainbow Woman

He asked, “Why are you here? I looked at you and seen you are healed.” I had been asked this question by a elder, Stuart Brown in 2013 and was with a group that had been invited to see this healer. I joined them because I was curious. My answer popped out of my lips. “I would like my name” I say.  He then prepared a ceremony for me. I gave him his tobacco. I was calm and at peace. After a time he told me my name, “Dancing Rainbow Woman.” He then gave me counsel. What an honor. I felt complete.

To see ceremony opened my eyes to the spiritual realm of our people. I had always considered a healer to be such as this man but I do know that healing comes in different aspects. My way would be through the messages that would come through me to client. Being told that I would be healer caught me off guard and I didn’t equate it with what my mind desired. My mind said you will lay hands on people. To make connections with spirit is what my heart desired and then it was so. I consider my life blessed and thank Creator with so much gratitude and for the people either teachers or students that have come in my life. Not everyone get’s to stay that long in your lifetime. Some stay a short time as in my instance with this elder who gave me so much with empowerment and a sense of self and also guidance. For this, I give heartfelt thanks.floating_feather_by_shadowlight_oak

Adventures, Family, Gift, Guardian Angel, Higher Self, Intuition, Loved Ones, Medium, Slightly Burnt

Guide Me

There have been times in my life where I knew not where I was going. One minute I found myself wondering how I came to be here on earth. And I asked myself why? Happy times spent as a family unit and then thrust into isolation without mother and father. Is isolation time spent with aunts and uncles? With grandparents? You know what I talk about when I say the love is different. They care about you but not on that level as you do when you love the smell of your dad and his smiles and silly talk. I knew my family cared about me but I felt so lonely growing up. That small girl who no one explained to, “Hey, we got to take care of business so we can live, you know! But we’ll be back for sure!” This was also the time of my first sexual assault as a very young child with no one to run to.

My first guide in my life besides my father was my maternal grandmother, Julia. I loved her with all my being. Totally. She died 3 days after my third birthday. One minute she was there, the next gone. It ripped me. My grandfather was desolate. He was to go shortly after, a few years but still. It has been said that the ages between 0-3 are the years that a child is nurtured and learns security, love, comfort, confidence and making choices. Thank goodness for grandma. Where would I be without her.

The years pass by me and it’s all learning as this girl doesn’t listen. Too much control going on with parental units in the way of my mother and my stepfather. Maybe I did listen to them when I was young but I grew headstrong and did what I wanted. After all did I not have the freedom to do that when I was with my aunts and uncles and roaming the countryside. I had so much trouble happening in my head and not having direction was to run away time and time again. I left home at 16 as I had a job and lived with my brother for a time. I became pregnant at 17 and left school. My one saving grace, school. I blossomed there. I excelled under the guidance of my psychology teacher, Mr. Bianchini and the art teacher, Mr. Zipp. I understood the mechanics of the mind and gained high marks for that. Mr. Zipp seen a spark in me and I was to become the class model for those years in that big old high school. Mr. Bianchini asked me why I wasn’t returning to his class the last year and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that there and now that I was pregnant. I wasn’t brave enough. Would my life been different then the path I decided to take and follow my choices. I do not know. I had the child but did not attain the mother of year award. My parents stepped in and took him. After a time they adopted him. My heart broke. It broke into a million pieces. It sounds cliche. I was to have no contact with him. None. This is the way they wanted it.

I became homeless. Depressed. I discovered there was another side to life that knowing now would never, ever enter. Ever. I stole to eat. Raiding gardens, going into stores and stuffing a bag with whatever I could get. That time was not a good time but I was not to stay in that space for long. Entering into relationships hoping for security and receiving nothing gave me disappointment. Finding a house to live in with five other young people my age was to present huge parties. Not a stable life. But it was so much fun back then. And then it wasn’t. There were problems and once again I was homeless. I persevered. I moved for a time with my friends and found a job. Good old 7-11.

Time passes and in that air I have two more children and one to give up for adoption as this was the time I was living on the streets, sleeping on friends couches. Aimless. The third child I took courage and wanted more out of life. My father was still alive and came to see us in the hospital. I so loved this memory. My father was to pass on my son’s 3rd birthday year. Abusive relationship were to follow for me. My self esteem in shatters. There had been no time to grieve any thing that had passed. No time to grieve the son that was taken, the daughter I gave up for adoption and then my father. No. Time. To. Grieve. But I did find the courage and strength to overcome that man. That man that yelled and hurled abuse on me. I was to find a letter the other day of him writing from jail. How he was so sorry for hitting me. I have no memory of that. Absolutely no memory. He was very graphic and gave so many details but nothing sparked in my memory banks. Now is that a saving grace. I say yes to that. I had to find this guidance on my own and crawl out of that hole.

Life does indeed go on and sometimes at a snail’s pace and sometimes in light streaming down the road. I have had trauma, but also joy mixed in with mine. It has not all been bad. There was the joy of having my children. The happiness of my heart seeing my 3rd child grow. It has all been an experience and for this life class I have been in to be used for people that are going through the same thing. It amazes me with the gift that I had had and how it came in handy for me through the younger days. It got me through so many good times too. I just didn’t know what it was.

I sit here in the morning sun and thank god for all that have some into my life to make in into what it is today. All those experiences that have made me a strong, confident, empowered woman. The guides now are spiritual and some earth based as in my friends or my tribe as I like to call them. They are all my touch stone. They ground me. I know that I am in safe hands. I know there is more for me out there and I can hardly wait!!

Intuition, Medium

Purpose

I suppose it was about grade 10 when one is picking the career of there choice. I sat there and couldn’t get a handle on it. Now many years later with jobs that I truly loved I have found my purpose or maybe my purpose has found me.

I love helping people make the connection to receive messages from there loved ones that have passed on. As I say to my clients it could be 30 years since they have been gone or a few months and you’re still going to hear from someone, unexpectedly. Even I was to receive a message from my Aunt Christina a month after her passing. She said how thankful she was that I helped her pass on. This was after she hung on after many operations and it was not meant to be. The day of her last rites we gathered around her and she was saying her goodbyes.After the room cleared and she laid there, she exclaimed, “I’m still here, what now?” Her daughter and I softly laughed because Auntie still had her sense of humor, even then. Bending down so she could hear me, I proposed that she give messages to each of her children. She then whispered that when I popped into intensive care the night of her arrival to the hospital that I had come back from the dead. This after not seeing her for perhaps 25-20 years. It gave her a start but she was so happy to see me and she always thought I was a cool and groovy chick. Her words. Her words which I will never forget.

Recently I was to say to a fellow medium that anything that we receive as a channeller, that is, messages from Spirit, is to convey all that you hear. It may not make sense to the reader but it certainly will for the person sitting in front of us waiting to hear anything.  Spirit leaves me with a feeling of being so definite, so knowing. Images come popping into my mind. Some talking very fast as to say what they need to say.  My surprise was to read a cat that had just passed away a few months before. It had walked down the hallway of my clients home and came up to me, showed me how hard it was to breathe. And at another reading through Skype, a dog but who was living to convey how happy he was and yet having a sense of ADHD.  That, my friends, was pretty cool. I have left clients homes after a session of laughing  or crying or both. Laughter through tears is the best and it is also healing. Many AHA moments come to mind. Intuitive messages also come in and it can be a most productive session.

So now my sense of purpose to be a Medium. I love what I do. To give healing messages, with the help of Spirit. Each night I go to sleep but not before thanking God, my spirit guides, my ancestors, my angels as everyone gets a nod from me. This is my blessing.~

 

Gift, Guardian Angel, Intuition, Love, Medium, Psychic

Who Knew..

Who knew that when I let go all would work out to be the way it is. Let it Be. I look back on the fear that permeated my being by saying no to encouraging my growth. Being stuck in Anxietyville was the only thing I knew and believe it or not felt safe. To go beyond meant facing something that I could not endure in that space and time. I look now on the peace and freedom my life brings me and I shake my head at those fear based thoughts. Look at me all tied in knots, afraid of her own shadow and bites the hearts of those that would reach out with her harsh words to keep them at bay. Yes, I was that person. “Give me my space!” I demanded. Did anyone have a clue what I was going through. Man, I was a mess. Hahahaha. If I could I would go up to the former Gail and say, “Hey slow down, give yourself a break, do not give into the demands of life and go easy on yourself. Know that the Universe has your back.”

Five years ago or maybe more I was encouraged to attend class for psychic development. Omg, my mind went south to heck in a hand basket. Ego decided to hitch a ride and give it to me full blast. “You do not have what it takes, you will fail. It will be too much work. You are not intuitive, quit kidding yourself.” Yes, this was my cheerleading section in my mind. Ego was having a party and I was the only attendee. Slowly I came around with baby steps and being in a relationship at that time had a bit of encouragement to try it out. More and more I came out of my shell. Made new friends, trusted them with my heart and talked of things that interested me and they knew what I was going through. This was my tribe. I had finally found them.  This tribe consisted of women that had similar stories to mine. They had seen stuff happen around them that no other could see. They day dreamed a lot. Too much so that they were accused of living in another world. To be accused of being a liar crushes a young person’s spirit and deny’s them there truth. Know this.

Today you will see a vibrant, empowered, say it like it is, take charge of my own life kind of woman. Meditation is what centered me. Starting that off was such an endurance test but I passed it. Having made attempts to try it but not finishing a session only made me want to overcome it. Instead of pushing myself to sit in silence for 15 minutes I then went on Youtube and found a great guided meditation by Naomi Nonu-Carling called “Angel Contact” and started off with a minute. I came out of that psyched and ready to move on to add more minutes. So in one day I meditated for a whole hour, again starting off with that one golden minute. Today when I have a session with a client I actually bring them into meditation for a minute or three to show them how easy it is, starting with breathe. Telling them to push out those thoughts with your breathe. Steady one’s mind. Surprised looks are the norm when they come out and how it took for minutes to go by.

If I can do anything to help a person go beyond where they are now and if this is through a reading then I have fulfilled my purpose.