Tag: Spirit

Aura, Creative, Event, Higher Self, Intuition, Loved Ones, Medium

Awakening Auras Workshop

Gail

Auras are a field of energy and is believed to shield and protect your subtle non-physical body. The aura appears like a glow around your physical body. It protects your energy system from the harmful effects of the environment. You will notice an aura around every living being. Discover the methods and practices that enable you to view the aura, and develop your clairvoyance to gain intuitive understanding of the colors, the shapes and hues and their meanings. Auras are as unique as fingerprints, plus they are always changing slightly dependent upon our mood, health and emotional state.
The class will encompass:
1- Understand what is an aura.
2- Understand and interpret the colors and shapes within the aura.
3- How to strengthen and protect your aura through grounding & cleansing.
4- How to interpret auras through clairvoyance and clairsentience.
5- Techniques to view your aura as well as others’ auras.

This interactive class will give you opportunities to practice your new skills as well as give you take-home handouts for you to refer back on.
Cost: $50. ~ Book now as there is limited seating! For more information please message FB@GailIntuitiveMedium
This class is designed for all levels. No prior experience necessary. Come down and have some fun and bring a friend!

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Guardian Angel, Thankful

Abraham

Gail

My first introduction to Abraham was on a cold snowy morning as I was taking a walk. Dressed to combat the chill that instantly struck my face I had barely made it to the next block in my neighborhood when I turned my head to the left to check for any vehicles before proceeding across. In the middle of the back alley lanes I seen a body laying there where no one should have been laying. This was a busy street and had a feeling he couldn’t have been there long. Running, the cold winter sucking the air out of my lungs, it was that cold. I seen a plume of air escape from this man laying in between the two alleys and then almost nothing. Standing over him shouting at him, “Are you okay, are you okay?” His eyes open there was no sign of life, almost a glaze as he stared to the sky.

Frantically looking up and down the alley a small older lady walking her dog came upon us and then a man parking his truck behind the apartment building. He came running over as I yelled for help. Asking for a cell phone I told him to phone an ambulance. He asked if this was my friend on the ground. “No, I don’t know him. I live in the neighborhood and happened to see him.” Staring down at the man on the ground who clearly was not dressed for winter wearing tattered clothes, barely there shoes and a weathered face I prayed that help would come for him soon. There was no air coming out of his mouth and the gaze was fixed.

I was given the phone and asked for that ambulance and as we all waited surrounded the man I told the dispatcher our location, who he was, how he came to be there, was I related to him, all those details that have to be taken care of. As I lived down the street from the EMS I knew it would be minutes before they got there and it was so. Those moments were a blur as me, the older lady and the man stood silently by. The man was quickly loaded onto the stretcher and into the ambulance and thus gone. The three of us parted ways but not before thanking each other for being there.

My mind would go back to that morning many times and often I would wonder of the welfare of this man. It was to be another winter morning not long after that I was in my backyard when he came down the alleyway dragging his right foot and limping along. Recognizing him from that cold wintry morning I approached this tall figure and told him I was there when he brought to the hospital. He broke out in a smile and told me that he had suffered a stroke and that he had just been discharged. He had limited mobility in one arm and his foot but was able to move around. He was homeless. He was hungry. Telling him to wait I ran to my kitchen and made him a sandwich and put that and some fruit, water in a bag which I gave him. As he was collecting bottles I also gave him mine from the garage. Off he went with thanks and a smile.

His name was Abraham Waskahat. He had been living on the streets for some time after coming in from Kehewin, AB. I do believe he was native to Frog Lake, AB. I asked him if he could go back and he told he had nothing there. He had nothing anywhere. His brown face weathered and wrinkled he carried a small backpack that appeared empty.

I made a friend. It was as simple as that. And had helped him. That was momentous. Thanking God for that morning  when I really didn’t want to go for a walk but made myself do it.  Seeing him from time to time I would give him my collection of bottles and tell him to wait while I made him a lunch. In a way I made it my responsibility to take care of him in a respectful manner. It was one rainy day as I seen him wearing a small jacket barely covering his upper body pushing a Safeway cart with all his belongings and catch of the day. Man, he looked soaked. Value Village happened to be close by so I purchased a man’s spring coat with a hood. Driving down Whyte ave I found him down a alleyway. This huge smile came over his face when he seen me. Oh the memory of that makes me happy. We traded his soaked ripped jacket for the warm one I had. He told me it was like Christmas. I didn’t have bottles but I did have water for him to drink and gave him a few bottles.

All this was in the space of two years or three. I knew I would be leaving my home of 29 years and would soon sell it the next year. Change happens and it was my time. Between the details of the realtor and packing and finding my new space my mind went to Abraham. What was he doing, was he okay as he had suffered another mini stroke just recently. So concerned for this person’s well being. Again I was gifted my last visit with Abraham as I drove through the inner city and seen him pushing a walker. He looked good and taken care of. Parking my vehicle I got out to visit him. He told me that the band chief of Frog Lake had found him and gave him monies owed to him. With that he was able to rent a house with him and his two sons. He told me that he had suffered his third stroke, hence the walker but that the Lord must have had him stay on this earth to help his two boys. He was arranging for them to receive their treaty cards. Sharing my news with Abraham that I too would be moving at the end of that month of April 2016 and was happy that I got to see him one more time. With a handshake and a smile I told him to take care.

It was this early morning, 5:00 am to be exact when he crossed my mind. It has been two and half years since I have seen my friend and wonder here he is. I hope he is okay where ever he is.

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

Dancing Rainbow Woman

Gail

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

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.

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

Sorry

Gail

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!

Intuition, Medium

Purpose

Gail

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.~

 

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.

Guardian Angel

Dark

Gail

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It’s night time, not to late in the day but I find myself in a unfamiliar part of town. I have just got off the bus and ready to make the three block walk to my little sister’s new home. Ready to step off the curb I am startled by a man’s voice behind me as he walks down the middle of the residential street. I find this odd. Where did he come from, so fast? I take stock of him, quickly assessing his appearance, his demeanor, what does he want? In a gruff voice he asks where a certain street is as he is lost. I am almost ready to look away as I say I do not know when he quickly reaches out and grabs my arm. He is a tall blond heavy set man. It was in this moment as I glanced away that I heard, “Get away!” and this in my head. His grip is strong but I wrestle away knowing that if I do not then all is lost.

I am loose. I do not know how this happens as he tries to reach out again but to throw a fist. I yell, “NO!” I run! I run so fast and do not hear him follow. I turn and he is gone. My heart beats so fast and I want to vomit but I run to the safety of my sisters place. I do not say anything to her. My very being asks if that really happened? My arm hurts. It happened.

In my city there had been a run of women being raped. Some beaten so badly, some to disappear never to be seen again. There life style was also being questioned. Even though this happened over 30 years ago I remember that very moment as if it happened a few minutes ago. I was so in that moment. I also had a feeling that this man was the reason women were scared to walk out there doors, in there own neighborhood. At that time I didn’t have a clue but know that there was an angel looking out for me who spoke to me in that moment. I have so much gratitude, so much!