Feb 012012
 

Angels work in mysterious ways. Do you believe in Angels? They’re always around, if you really look for them.

It was a particularly hectic winter the year my mother had been hospitalized with a back problem. The doctor’s, however, were more concerned about her dementia, and that she had become a hazard to her own well-being and safety.

I had always had such a strong connection with my mother; she was my mentor, the love and light in my life. Her dementia affected her speech and it became difficult to communicate; something that we held so dear in our relationship. I wasn’t my usual happy-go-lucky self when all this was happening, as I thought about the ‘sentence’ this placed upon her life.

She no longer had the freedom she once had to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. It was so difficult to accept that she would be locked up in a facility, just because a medical professional deemed she was unable to care for herself.

To help out with the expenses, I had taken on extra duties in the building where I rented an apartment. There was one particular day that I will never forget.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and even so, I felt like I was walking around under dark gloomy clouds. I went out for a walk, where I had a conversation with my Angels. I was looking for a way out of the gloom I felt myself in, and I asked for a “sign” of any kind about my angels. I was certain it would lift my spirits; anything remotely resembling angels always made me feel better, a feather, an angel song on the radio, anything angel. So, I made my request very specifically, setting 9:30pm as the latest time I would have to wait. I needed my angel fix so badly!

Well, it wasn’t long before the day neared its end and 9:15 p.m. there had still been no feathers, angel songs, nor any mention of angels of any sort. I was down in the basement of the apartment building, taking care of the clean-up in the laundry room, when a voice called out for me.

“Jay, Jay, I have something for you,” I heard.

Turning around, there was Mr. Vendi, an 87 year old resident in the apartment building. He was rather sickly, and had great difficulty walking. Just minutes away, I remembered how it would take him 30 minutes each way for him to go buy his bread, shuffling to and fro with his walker for support.

“What did you get, Mr. Vendi?” I asked.

“You know, Jay. I don’t know why, but I thought about you all day long,” he said.

As he led me down the hall toward his apartment, he went on to tell me about his walk to the mall to get something for me. At his apartment, he asked me to wait in the hall, with the biggest smile that no one could ever say no. Returning a few minutes later, he held up a little box.

“There, a present just for you,” he stated with his usual charm.

I was surprised, and thanking him, asked what it was.

“Open it,” he said, so I did.

Inside this tiny box was a crystal cube, and inside the cube was a beautifully carved angel surrounded by clouds and stars. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and the tears streamed down my face.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Mr. Vendi asked.

“Nothing, Mr. Vendi, absolutely nothing!” I burst out. “These are simply tears of joy! Thank-you so much!” And I gave him a hug before leaving. Looking down at my watch, it was 9:30 p.m.

Believe! Always believe.

 

Feb 012012
 

It seems like it was just yesterday when I met Maureen, a woman who didn’t trust a soul. Regardless of this, I knew I was up for the challenge, as I had the direct-line to someone that was waiting who had so much to offer her. Let me share the story.

It was a beautiful spring day when three women arrived after a long drive from Toronto. I was overwhelmed by the simple fact that these women hired a driver to take them on this day-long adventure just to see me for a reading, so many hours from their homes in Toronto. My energy levels were high, and I was very excited by the prospect of giving them a great reading.

My readings throughout the day were simply amazing, and my last appointment felt that it would change all that. As Maureen walked in, I sensed her skepticism, and at the same time felt tremendously excited about the presence I felt lingering around her. Maureen didn’t know it, but she brought a new visitor that I hadn’t encountered in my last two readings with her travel-mates. The energy of this presence was very clear; a very strong male presence.

As I always do, I offered Maureen tea, to which she replied, “No, thank-you.” I continued with my introduction as preparation for the reading, feeling it might relieve her of her nervous tension. I handed her an angel card deck and asked her to shuffle.

Immediately, I received a message, an intuitive vision which I began sharing as she shuffled.

“I see a late model 80′s Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up truck, dark blue in color. It has a beautiful red bow wrapped around it, and the other side of the truck is old and rusted.”

She seemed completely uninterested in my statement, and I had her spread the Angel Cards out, instructing her to pick seven cards that she felt an attraction toward. As she handed over the seven cards, she blurted out, “I don’t know anyone with a truck.”

I repeated to her that this energy, male was showing me an 80′s model 1/2 ton pick-up truck with a bow, and just as suddenly I received another vision. Sharing this, I explained that I was seeing the man standing on a bed of ice, like a castle. Next, his name in the paper and his picture on the front page. This male energy sharing this information and vision was insistent so I kept repeating everything.

Following this, I continued with the Angel Card Reading, but Maureen was now very disconnected and frustrated. After her reading, I asked if I could answer any questions or elaborate further on anything I’d already shared with her. She got up, looked at me, and said she was very disappointed with the reading.

“I don’t know anyone with a truck, let alone an ice castle!” and was visibly upset. “I don’t know where you’re getting this from, but it is not for me, and I’m very unhappy with the reading!”

She bent over, put her shoes on, and left. It was a very uncomfortable few moments.

Later that evening, speaking with my biggest fan and supporter, my husband Brad, I told him of the experience and how uncomfortable I felt. The phone rang. Answering it, the friend that referred these three ladies to me greeted me saying, “Jay, we need to talk.”

“The lady you saw today just called me and she wants to apologize to you,” he said.

“I can’t share any of the details of the reading and conversation with you,” I told him. “My code of ethics won’t allow that.”

“Jay, I don’t want or need you to say anything, I just want you to listen,” and he continued. “Today, you saw some of my relatives. The last lady you saw, well, she just called to tell me that she saw you today and was upset with your reading.”

He went on saying, “You don’t understand Jay. When they left your place, the first two ladies you read for were really excited and happy about their readings. They were comparing notes on the drive back, and really happy with the things you shared with them. When they got to Parry Sound, they stopped for a bite to eat. Maureen had been quiet during the 2 1/2 hour drive there, listening to the other two talk and keeping her own experience with you to herself. The driver they hired even turned and said, ‘you’re pretty quiet. Didn’t like your reading?’ Maureen told the driver you were way off and that the reading was terrible.”

“The driver asked her why, so Maureen recounted the story about the 1/2 ton pick-up truck, the ice castle, and newspaper clipping. She continued on and said you weren’t very good. The driver pulled off to the side of the road, turned, and asked Maureen, ‘can you tell me again what you just said?’ This really surprised Maureen, but she told her again all the details of the reading. The driver was visibly shaken – shocked even. The driver said to Maureen, ‘I guess I owe you some money for that reading then, don’t I?’

Carrying on with the story my friend said, “Maureen asked the driver why, and the driver told her story.”

“My husband was an auto-body man. He loved to fix up cars, trucks, paint them, and all that stuff. He had bought an old truck, late 80′s model Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up truck for our son as a gift. He had fixed the body and had painted half of it. It was intended that way so my son could finish it. In part, a joke, and in part, a project the two of them could do together. Two weeks later, my husband went to a convention out of town. After a few drinks and dinner, he and some his colleagues were out for a walk. It was a beautiful evening, and the Carnival events were in full swing. They ended up at the ice sculptures. He and his friends went up an ice castle, and as they reached the top, it collapsed. My husband was killed instantly. It was all over the news and in the papers. Thank-you so much for sharing this with me,” said the driver, weeping joyfully.

“Wow! What a story, and thank-you so much for calling to let me know all the details,” I said to my friend who had called with all this news.

Of course, what a relief this was for me. I knew I hadn’t imaged all of this, but a question did remain: Why did this energy come to visit me that day? Why did he choose Maureen, a skeptic, to bring a message to his loved one?

Perhaps we’ll never know, yet this was a validation for the driver that day. One that she needed to hear; to know that her husband had made it through and was okay. And she knew it too, perhaps more since Maureen was such the skeptic. It was a sure sign, and one also for Maureen, who is now a believer!