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!

Guardian Angel, Loved Ones

Is You There?

I am in a snow covered dream. I love snow by the way. Sauntering down a sidewalk I spy my dad clearing snow off a red car. My first thought is that he is alive. He looks so vibrant and happy. Noticing that now he is looking up to a third floor apartment as now he is shoveling snow into the convertible. My dad had a good sense of humor as I am told and this to notice him more in this dream. Gazing up I see no one there only the lace curtains move slightly. Dad is still shoveling. Looking up again I see Dad’s partner Bernice walk away from the window. This is when I suddenly realize that my Father is dead and in a little girl voice I say, “I miss you Daddy!” I awake suddenly and still hear my young voice. This dream makes me happy and I know I will have a good day. My visitations from good old Dad are rare but I remember each and everyone of them. Knowing that he guides me during my waking hours comforts me. The red is always prominent in my dreams with him. It was pointed out by my friend that in my new home there is a lot of red popping out from paintings, textiles and such. I hadn’t realized until then.

This early morning I was to awake from a entirely different dream. A man walks with me on a cruise ship. He is dressed in army attire. This catches my attention as my dad was in the army as you all know. There is a trusting moment but only too briefly as he shows his true colors. I want to run away from him now and am saved by a woman who intervenes by talking to him. I then make my get away.

In this scenario I know that I should be protecting myself a lot more than I choose to. Grounding and bathing ones self in white light as I do in good intention certainly goes a long way. Always I express gratitude before I close my eyes and ask from protection from Archangel Michael at sleep time. I do. When we, as lightworker’s open ourselves to spirit the occasional rift raff do drop in but only momentarily. But I rather opt for nothing at all if that can be helped. I do not care for these visits from them. On the other hand my dreams from loved ones that have passed I would welcome every night if that was so possible!

 

Adventures, Home Sweet Home

33 Days

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.

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

Crystal Clear, Medium, Psychic, Universe

Wake Up!!

Psychic development classes and now mediumship starting next week and I look forward to what may come. I have been slowly progressing in this time past with my intuition growing ever so strong with dreams tinged with messages meant to grab my attention. Such was the one Christmas week with rainbows dotting the brilliant blue sky, cartoon like but oh so many. Looking it up as soon as I awoke was the definition stating that promises were being kept or in another that wishes coming true. Days later and on Christmas morning believe plastered all over my dream. Yes, yes I see you I kept saying in my dream. I pay close attention these days and I feel higher self knows this. (Well of course he would.)

That very morning standing outside on a day where the snow fell down, big fluffy flakes and out of the side of my eye an aura like light green. I then stared right at where I had seen the light green snow and of course it had disappeared, or did it? Again I unfocused my eyes and it appeared. Delighted I marveled at this beautiful gift. I then remembered the message from my dream..believe. Oh I truly do I stated out loud but not so loud to alarm passersby.

It is my opinion that I am being tweaked and that all that I notice or am made more aware of is to be savored and then to move onto to another delight of Creators realm. 2016 proves to be a memorable year as I am so sure of this. The days cannot fill all that I want to make happen in my life and I love the purposeful days with not enough hours. I now get it when I have been told by my elder Aunt that I always had the gift. I now know the mechanisms of this unique and wonderful world, the subtle sightings of glimmers when I stare unknowingly of someone’s aura. Yes, I do believe!

Adventures, Travel

Two Bus Tickets Please!

I was bitten by the travel bug as a young child getting dressed up to sit on a Greyhound and endure a 3 or 4 hour ride to the big city. If it was a milk run then it was all night. I can still smell the diesel of the old bus and the late night stops in some sleepy town with a quick run, my mother and I to the washroom and the store to get some promised pop and chips. The crying child, not me for I was a good little girl, and hearing a slap and a threat to be good. Yes that memory still stands in my mind. I looked at the mother of this now quiet child as they got off the bus and thought how scary she was to me.

It was to be with these trips to the city that we would be meeting up with my father who was coming back from some place on this earth serving the army. If we were lucky we would get into his vehicle and travel to the mountains and stop on the way perhaps a campground and dad would pull out the old Coleman cook stove and start grilling hot dogs. Yum, I still smell that too! And if we were not travelling for pleasure then it was travelling to move to another home or to travel for his work. Having been the lucky one to remember all the sights and scenery with all the places in Canada that I have seen.

In my early twenties I was to hitch hike across our beautiful provinces with a friend and it is something that I would not highly recommend now. I was quite lucky to be intuitive and to know what was good and what was not. To know where to go to get a ride with the truckers and how to speak respectfully so I could get that back. Creator must have been looking down on me for it was on this trip four provinces away that we were stuck in between Sault Ste. Marie and Sudbury at 4 am no less. The friend and I were arguing as to what I cannot remember and she started to walk up the road a little miffed with my carefree attitude and no sooner when she was just shouting distance than a limousine pulled up. The window in the back went down and lo and behold it was a priest. “Would you like a ride my child” he inquired. We pulled up to my friend and now she was fuming but of course got in with out a word. I woke to the smell of the sulpher in Sudbury on a hot morning with my head resting on the priest and had dribbled on his coat in my sleep. He had told me that this was as far as we could go and so we walked into the city.

My life was to take on bigger dimensions by me meeting my future but now ex-husband who would then travel by motorcycle to cities a few days away. Those days were so carefree as I seen so much from the back of that bike and smelled the clean air and took so many photos. More often than not we were to travel with other riders so it made for a idyllic time. This married time with him was getting on planes to see my all time favorite city, New York and to follow the eastern coast. On the spur of the moment we loaded the trailer and tripped down the west coast all the way to Los Angeles. So many people I have met, so many conversations, so many experiences, so many places that I have dined.

My life now reflects what I do with having my quiet time, to meditate through my photography , to travel down dirt roads to find that perfect picture. I may get lost but find my way always when I just park and sit for a few and then proceed. I always find great gems too so its never a bad diversion but a lucky happenstance.

Having met a man who is now a big part of the picture has taken us to many places in my beautiful province of Alberta and also B.C. but also abroad and to the south eastern coast. Simply put he is my other half who shares the same wunderlust as me. Being a middle aged woman I often wonder where my life will lead but I do know it will always involve travel and adventure because you have to have a great story to go along with it. Next time when I wake in the morning I will take a bottle out and spin it and see what direction it will take me. Me thinks that is good advice to moi.one (1 of 1)w

Crystal Clear, Intuition

Dreamer, you know you are a Dreamer!

I awoke this morning slowly remembering my crazy dream and laughing out loud of the images that were floating through my ride. Was I on a lawn mower, a small car? I do know that a lady was sliding into me with her big honking vehicle and I was pushing it away with my finger. I walk into a room that had many, many, many water taps and this is the part that I delighted in as water for me is the intuitiveness of me, of the insight, spiritual flowing. I was looking for my jacket as I was riding my lawn mower and found it under a pile of stuff, it was purple. Checking I found that it signifies this; Purple is indicative of devotion, healing abilities, loving, kindness, and compassion. It is also the color of royalty, high rank, justice, wealth and dignity.  

That certainly stood out! Oh yes, my dreams are in color and when they want to really grab my attention they come in black and white. And action packed and sometimes startling, vibrant and if I am lucky I usually have a visitor or two that have since passed with a message for there loved ones.

Back in the day before meditation my sleeps would be erratic and my body never got the rest it needed. Now with meditation in my life I come from that state creative and so ready to bring on the day as I do it usually in the morning. If I do happen to wake in the middle of the night, keep my eyes closed and stare at my eyelids I will be sleeping in no time and continue on with the dream state. I can usually pick up where I left off too. I had this happen to me when my father came and we did so many things. I suddenly awoke and looked at the clock. 1 am!! Slightly miffed laying there thinking that I was robbed of my visit and went back to sleep only to find my dad standing there waiting for me. That, my friends was pretty cool!!

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