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

Missing You

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.

Author, Family, Heaven, Letters to Heaven, Love, Loved Ones, Medium, Psychic

Sorry

It was that word I was not to understand when I had my own mediumship reading given to me by a mentor. She was bringing in my father and the one word that stuck out was, “Sorry” It took me days to get my “AHA” moment as it is when you go to a session. This word was given to me a few years ago. It was today that I had a heart to heart talk or the start of one with Dad. If you know my story, then you know he passed away in 1986. I asked him why he would leave me when I needed him the most. I remember those phone calls begging him to take me to his house hundreds of miles of away. I begged him.

My family life was shaky at the best of times and I am being nice for there sake. What was it that my own blood took her anger out on me. I will never know. But I found my dad’s number and phoned him, crying to him, to help me. It was not to be. The only times I was allowed to see him were a couple of weeks in the summer time as I was needed at home to babysit my step brothers and sister. If he came to town which was rare I would sit in his hotel room with him. One of those moments stands out as he was staying at the Cecil Hotel. He shows me his bullet wounds. The old scars on his body. He shows me his medals he received. He tells me that when he dies that I will receive those medals.

When he did pass away and I made my way up north, I talked to his sister Margaret and told her as I looked down on dad in his casket dressed in his uniform and wearing the medals that they were promised to me. It was to be presented to me when they buried him in the cold ground that wintry day. The priest put them in my hand. I felt utterly alone.

But the years pass and all I knew of what I felt of my father was the deep love for him, his essence. The word sorry came to me that day in that reading when I realized what he was saying that for. I told myself at that time it was not needed. But indeed it was. So to get back to that conversation with dad. The deep realization that he knew now what has transpired but had deep sorrow for that. “Where were you when I needed you. Where? Did you not believe me when I told you my stories? Did you not know I was the truth teller?”

Well dad the time has come to now truly forgive you. To let go. This has all come to pass and for all those experiences my body, mind and spirit took I am the better person for it. I only wish you were here physically by my side. You would be 93 though. And I am glad to have heard that word. It means so much to me now.

Much love and huge hugs and lots of kisses to you Dad!

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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!

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On any given Sunday

As a child my Sunday’s were spent at our neighborhood church a couple blocks away. I was the little girl who grew up with the nuns who wore the long black habit and the whimple and the long black veil. I can say they were kind but stern and I was a little afraid of them. Catechism was taught daily and to be wrote in our scribblers over and over, again and again. I have to say I might have memorized what I was told but I did not a clue to who or what I was praying to. It just didn’t click for me.

It has changed for me as the years went on and I found myself wanting to go back to a church downtown in our city. I love the hymns, the rhythm of the mass that I know by rote. I pray to Creator/Spirit and thank him for prayers answered. It gives me solace.

This past weekend I found myself at a Spiritualist Church I had looked up in the paper. I loved it. The topic that morning was Karma. Something that I had been reading these past few months in the books I get at the library. Before the service began we had a prayer and then a healing meditation. I felt so comfortable sitting there with a lot of like minded people and then after the service meeting a few of the ladies and ohhhh couldn’t I have had a conversation all afternoon with them about any topic about intuition.

Super excited for more to come my way!