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Gifts can come to us in different ways and forms. Some refer to gifts as presents, some “awards”, or even recognition for a job well done can be considered a form of gift. Then there’s the “just because” gift, whatever form, my definition is a little different, and after reading this perhaps you’ll agree! Let’s just say I received a “gift” from a higher source… A gift from above!
Back in October, we had lost our little boy, Chewey, our 14 year of Shih Tzu. He was my very first long term pet, one that was always by my side. My grief was unusually heavy, I had suffered a few losses within the last year and his death really hit home hard. My husband and I were barely able to function the first few days afterwards. All I could envision was my little boy, closing his eyes and taking his last breath. I had made him a promise from the first day I had set my heart to his, that I would never let him suffer.
As this memory set in, I turned and suddenly blurted out, “Brad, we’re getting another dog”. Brad, shocked at what I had just said replied, “We are?” and laughed nervously. He really didn’t know what I was thinking, all he could see were the tears streaming down, like a dam that had finally let go, and all I could do was sob as I said it.
Things seemed to fall back into place as we were getting used to our new routine of “no Chewey” in the morning, afternoon, evening, just no Chewey. We had started accepting the fact that this was indeed the best thing for him as there would be no more suffering. Recalling our conversation, Brad started asking about the comment I had made a few days earlier, referring to the fact that we were going to get a little heartbeat in our house… another Shih Tzu.
In discussing it, we started getting excited about the potential of another family pet, after all, our cat was also grieving the loss of Chewey and we thought that it could potential benefit him as well. It was just sad to see him walking around, looking for his little “brother”, howling like we had never heard before.
Reality set in when we started to think it had only been a few weeks since our little boy was gone… we couldn’t possibly ever replace him, no other dog really could! Talking our way out of this altogether, we agreed that it was just a great fantasy, however, in all due respect to our family pet, we would just leave well enough alone.
Besides, I really didn’t want to start training a pup.. I just had a strange feeling about it and thought to myself that if I ever did get another pet, he would have to be at least 18 to 24 months old. Was I feeling this or was I receiving this message from somewhere or someone? I left it as a wishful thought!
A few days had gone by when we received a call from Sara, the lady at the “doggy dressers” who groomed our Chewey. She had called after learning that Chewey had gone over to Rainbow Bridge, offering her condolences. I thanked her telling her that the dog she had bred was indeed the most amazing dog I had ever owned, and started to tear up. She didn’t say much until I started apologizing for my emotions; I still found it difficult to talk about him and asked her how she knew.
With a bit of nervousness, Sara said “Listen, I really need to say this, but I don’t know how Jay, so I’m just going to say it. My mother and I have a dog that we’re unable to show or breed and because he has a bit of a anxiety problem, we thought that perhaps you might be interested in taking him as a family pet. He’s amazing and I’m sure you’re going to fall in love with him! We know you just lost your little Chewey, the vet mentioned it when we were there yesterday. We know it’s a little soon, but we think you’d be the perfect family for him.”
I wasn’t surprised and felt there was a reason for this, and repeated what Sara had just said to Brad, who gave me the greatest little smirk! We immediately made arrangements to see the dog the next week. I think it was the longest wait we had ever experienced!
There he was, 10 lbs soak and wet, sauntering over to where we had been standing outside. As Sara approached us, she called out to us, “Jay, Brad, this is Sgt. Carter.” Leashed and by her side, he was the cutest little dog we’d ever seen, half the size of our Chewey, with a great big attitude and heart to match. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Tough looking perhaps, but you could tell there wasn’t a tough bone in his body… he was just so full of love, that’s what he was!
We immediately knew that we would have a big decision to make, because we had already fallen in love with him, but wanting to be fair to Sgt. Carter, we wanted to make sure that we didn’t adopt him just to fill a void or to have false expectations of him. After all, he deserved a good and loving family. We left with an agreement to call her back within a week to give her our decision.
The week was filled with fantasies, and questions of all kinds entered our minds; the thought of having another little one around us, depending on us for every single thing was something we took very seriously. But the writing was on the wall and the decision had been made. We were adopting Sgt. Carter!
We called Sara and made arrangements to pick him up a week later.
The day had finally come and we were ready, like expectant parents! We had thought of everything; from bedding, bowls, food, right down to a Toronto Maple Leaf Sweatshirt for cold winter days. Sgt. Carter was visibly happy to see us when we arrived, and Sara was armed with papers, photos, bags of food and loads of toys.
She took me aside as Brad socialized with Carter, going over his documents and discussing his diet. She assured me that if things didn’t work out, I was to call her and she would make sure to take care of the matter. Going over the documents, I started reading Carter’s birth certificate. It was quite different from the one’s we were accustomed to, so Sara immediately offered to go over it, outlining specifics in lamens terms so that I could get a better grasp of “breeder’s” terminology.
As I glanced down, there it was, right in front of me… three very specific things!! Tears of joy streamed down my face, and I waived to get Brad’s attention. Accompanied by Carter, Brad walked over to the back of the room where I had been going over the papers with Sara. We immediately locked eyes after I pointed out 3 specific dates…
It was evident and clear…. this dog was indeed a gift, the influence of my family in spirit who had a passion for smaller dogs and a desire to heal my heart. They had sent Carter into our lives…
I believe that gifts can come to us in different ways and forms, and I can assure you that ours certainly did! We just love and treasure our little GIFT… A GIFT FROM ABOVE!
GIFT: G od’s I nfluence F lows T hrough
Your pretty little footsteps,
The way you fixed your hair,
And how you said I love you,
We knew how much you cared,
Now that you have left us,
There is so much to miss,
Your little silly sayings,
The way you blew a kiss,
Although you couldn’t speak,
The world was in your eyes,
We would have never missed,
The chance to say goodbye,
You know we’ll always love you,
For us there is no end,
Our souls remain united,
Until we meet again…
Jay Lane
© January 2011
How exciting I thought, an Elvis concert!! I wasn’t even a fan, but I was thrilled to be accompanying my sister-in-law to Vegas so that we could attend no other than the “King’s” concert! I still remembered sitting on the two storied bus, sitting facing the inside aisle, lights shining through the windows. It was still and dark outside and I was so excited… afterall, I had never been to Las Vegas. My sister-in-law Liz was sitting to my left. Her arm craddled around my shoulder and happy to be by my side, she was paying attention to something outside the window behind her. I was so elated to see her and she looked amazing. Looking much younger than I remembered, she was wearing the neatest glasses I’d ever seen.
Turning to see what was keeping her attention outside, I remembered not wanting to take my eyes off of her. She was looking at my niece Natalie and her husband who were standing in front of a fountain taking pictures. It was a beautifully moonlit night, busy and bustling with so many people, and I thought that it was so nice that there was not a drop of snow in sight.
As the light grew dimmer, I could hear the sound of reality setting back in. I suddenly awoke. Grabbing for the nearest piece of paper, I recorded what I could remember from the dream that I had just had. It was 4:12 a.m., February 18th, 2010. Everything that I could feel, smell, sense about my dream of my deceased sister-in-law Liz, my concert companion, was written down as quickly as I could replay its memory. What an amazing visit I thought… and my niece and her husband were also there. I couldn’t wait to share this with her!
The next morning, Brad asked why I had awoken so suddenly and asked if I was feeling okay. Responding that I had received a visitor from beyond, he chuckled and started to poke guesses as to who he thought my dream visitor could be. When I recounted to him my dream, he asked if I was going to call my niece Natalie to let her know. Liz was her mother and she’d always had an interest in learning of my dreams as we called each other often to talk about these types of things. Later on that day, I called and left her a message to call me when she had a moment.
A week or so went by before she returned my call. She apologized for not getting back to me sooner explaining that she and her husband had been out of town on a much needed vacation. We chatted and laughed about the fact that she had kept the vacation under wraps as she didn’t want anyone knowing where they had gone. She then reminded me of my message.
As I started to recall the reason why I had left a message, I asked if I could refer to my dream diary because I wanted to make sure I was accurate with the details about what I was going to say. Returning to the telephone with diary in hand, I started recounting to her my dream about her deceased mother Liz and the visit that we had. I told her that she and I were on our way to Vegas to an Elvis concert and that we had made a stop at some posh hotel. I told her that while we were there, her mother had caught a glimpse of her and Mike, standing outside of the bus taking photos. Laughing, I told her that I recorded this dream on February 18th at 4:12 a.m. Natalie had become unusually quiet during this time.
After recalling my dream to her, she asked me if I was in front of my computer to which I replied, “I could be”. As I went down to my office in the basement, Natalie had sent me an email a few moments later with an attachment. As I opened the attached, I could see a two storied bus parked by a water fountain with many people walking about. This place seemed familiar to me somehow. It was dark out. Still on the telephone, I asked her about the photo.
She replied: “Auntie Jay, Mike and I were in Las Vegas on February 18th. We went there without telling anyone. We had just arrived to our hotel “The Belagio” when I decided to take this picture of the fountain in front of the hotel. As I went to take the picture, a two story bus had just pulled in so I waited for it to stop, then took the photo with the bus in it. That’s what you’re looking at. It’s the only one I took of that area. Oh my god, Auntie, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Liz had accomplished exactly what she intended… to let her daughter know that she was with her in spirit on her much needed vacation. The photo was simply a validation. So, are dreams just dreams? lol.. I’d have to say, Vegas or Bust! x
She looked so tired, as if she hadn’t rested in months… The circles under her eyes, obvious to see she has endured an emotional turmoil of sorts. Her hair framed her frown perfectly, her burden evident from afar. She didn’t say much at first, as she listened to me explain what it is that we were going to do. She offered no information, and didn’t care to choose her cards.
“Davianne”, I said. “What a beautiful and unique name.” Smiling, she nodded in agreement. “I’ve chosen these Angel cards for you because I feel a deep loss has overcome you; you wear your heart on your sleeve!” She agreed that she was grieving. As I started to read for her, she validated the two energies that had come in to visit. “RO” was clear to me, “Robert” as she named him as being her brother by the events that I had recounted about his life.
The other was “Al” as I heard it, “Alex” as she called him, her father who passed a few years afterwards. She laughed and interjected to add details to the stories I was telling her. About 40 minutes into the reading, I asked her if she had any questions. She replied that there was a reason she had come to see me. Her voice said it all. Desperate in her request, she said “Jay, I came here for a purpose today. So many have told me of what you do, and that my daughter has come in to someone else that was here two weeks ago with a message for me. I’m sure it was her, the details were too accurate.” I apologized to her telling her that I didn’t feel her daughter’s energy. She pleaded “Jay, please, do you think you can ask her to come in?” I told her that I would try.
After some time, there was nothing that I sensed. I told her that I didn’t want to waste the time she had left in trying to bring her in. As we were discussing her daughter, I felt a sudden overwhelming rush of energy, warmth, love and understanding. I couldn’t see what it was until I blurted out “February 13th”. I looked at her and said, “February 13th, what does that mean to you Davianne?”As the tears welled in her eyes, her trembling voice said “Kara, my daughter’s birthday”. I told her, “I have someone here who tells me this date February 13th has significance. She has a message for you. I’m sorry mom, I couldn’t make it. I tried running faster, but I just couldn’t do it.” I asked her if she understood, and she nodded yes as the tears ran down her face. She asked me to ask her daughter if she came to visit her often, because she couldn’t feel her around.
I told her that her daughter did go visit her. I started to recount the details of her day before her appointment with me, which consisted of a shopping trip for shoes and lunch at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Davianne was beside herself and couldn’t believe the accuracy of the statement I had just made. She was trembling and wanted to hear more. Suddenly, the surge of energy penetrated my entire being, as if I was swallowed by a blissful loving and unconditional being. Tears came rushing from my eyes as I said “Why did you cancel Halloween? Your daughter doesn’t want you to cancel Halloween. She’s happy you decorated her grave with these decorations but she’s sad that you’re no longer living your life because she’s gone.” “Don’t cancel Halloween mom, I want to come and play and have fun with the other kids too”. Davianne, shocked by what I had just said broke down and told me the story of the loss of her daughter, Kara.
“Jay, my little girl was only 8 years old. She was killed just weeks before Halloween, as she was getting off of the school bus. I was there with my youngest son who wasn’t of school age yet. Well, as she got off of the bus, a note a young boy had given her dropped out of her hand. The wind carried it away. I guess she must have been afraid to lose it, so she chased the note Jay. But by the time she looked up, it was too late. The car was coming faster than she could run from it. She died in my arms, my baby was gone right there Jay. So, she’s right when she said she couldn’t run faster, and just couldn’t do it.
Since then, we haven’t celebrated Halloween ‘cause it was her favourite time of year. It’s just too hard. My boy saw it too. Oh Jay, why did god have to take my baby?” We cried together, and I apologized because this had never really happened to me before. All I wanted to do was hold this stranger, so that she could feel the love I had experienced, the love that was meant and intended for her from her daughter.
“Davianne, your daughter is now with your father and brother. They take such good care of her and she visits you daily, but you see, your daughter doesn’t want you to stop living your life because she’s not here. She wants you to continue to live, because she lives on within you… Her memory is never far away, the love she gave still within your heart. You must celebrate life again; she wants this for you and your husband. “As she wiped her eyes, a smile came through as if to light the room. “Jay”, she said, “I’m so happy, I can’t wait to tell my husband all about what happened today. I don’t know if I can ever celebrate Halloween again, but I know that I’m going to really think about it. I have a few months to decide. It’s been so long since we have, maybe it’s time we start”. And with that, Davianne left with a sense of relief, a knowing that her daughter is around her all the time, and that she really doesn’t need any signs to know it. She just does!
Eyes betrayed her nervousness even though her smile was warm. She was young, perhaps late 20′s, and I invited her to come in. Climbing the stairs she stopped suddenly to turn and look down toward me and said, “I’ve had readings before, but not like the reading I’m going to get today.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a little puzzled.
She began telling the story about her friend who referred her to come visit me for a reading. Specific words I said to her friend, and all the things I had said during the reading had changed her friend’s life for the better. Going on, she hoped to have some kind of relief from the reading and insights I would provide. Even so, she remained skeptical of life after death, and the spirit world.
Naturally, I hoped to be able to help her, and deep down I knew that I could. The energy inside me was eagerly waiting to jump in to the situation and show me what was troubling her. Feeling and sensing the rising energy excited me more.
We sat together at my reading table and I gave the usual spiel before I started. I explained my background, my own near death experience, the experience and training I had with astrology and numerology, when suddenly, I stopped and blurted out, “I’m supposed to tell you about the pizza party, or a pizza day. I’m just supposed to tell you. There are birthday hats and pizza boxes everywhere!”
She looked at me shocked for a moment, and suddenly broke down completely, crying uncontrollably over what I had just said. She apologized profusely as she wiped her eyes, all the while unable to stop crying. Giving her time, she gradually composed herself and said, “Thank-you, now I believe.”
We continued the reading, and on this day I didn’t have to use the cards that were sitting on the table at all. I had opened myself up completely to the love she lost, her father who was killed on her birthday, and I heard him say before he left for work that fateful day: “It’s Pizza Party Day! It’s your birthday! When I come home from work we’re ordering any kind of pizza you want.”
He never did come home that day, but he did make sure that she heard his message of love on the day that she came to see me. He brought her a message of love and peace that she so badly needed. She was finally able to make peace and come to terms with his death. Her gift was the validation of his love, the affirmation that he was still watching over her, and sending her “Happy Pizza Day” birthday wishes from the otherside
Early April, my wait in the doctor’s office was taking longer than usual. While waiting, a woman came and sat down beside me, somewhat shakily. She had a pleasant personality, yet I could feel her nervousness. It wasn’t only for herself, it was also for someone she cared deeply about, someone I felt she was losing.
She turned to talk to me and said, “Boy, the place is just packed.” She went on to say she lived in Levack which was quite a distant drive. We chatted about the weather briefly, and I allowed the trivial conversation to work its magic building rapport. I told her that I felt her nervousness when she came in and sat down. Opening up, she told me she was here to get results for tests she had, the illness her husband has been struggling with for a few months, and that there were issues there to be worried over.
Her energy was clingy, though not in a bad way, only in a needful way. I invited her to call if she needed to talk and handed her my business card. That was when I was called into the doctor’s office for my appointment. As I walked away, she looked at me and asked, “Is my husband going to die?”
“I’m not God, Jen. I’m an intuitive. It isn’t my job, nor my place to predict death,” I replied, as I pointed to the heavens with a friendly smile. I turned to see the doctor and didn’t see Jen again until later that year.
In September, an amazing soul came for his regular visit who lives in the east end of town, not far from where I lived. A good friend, we sat down for tea and as he was settling and getting comfortable I immediately sensed an energy around him.
“There is a very strong male presence around you… this visitor’s name starts with the letter “D” but I can’t quite hear the name. It’s a neighbour coming over visiting in spirit,” I said. “Do you know of a neighbor whose name starts with “D”, is 48 years old, male, who passed away after a battle with cancer? He’s been with his life-partner for at least eight years; a woman who had recently changed her hair color from brown to blonde.”
He insisted, “No, I can’t think of anyone I know that fits that description living near me.”
After we finished with our visit and his reading, I insisted he take the notes containing my scribbles about what I had felt today; just a little reminder, as I usually do.
The next day, he phoned, seeming agitated and hardly containing his excitement. He said, “You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you, Jay! You’ll never believe what happened last night!”
“When I got home after seeing you yesterday, I was taking out the garbage when a young woman approached to ask about the garbage pick-up schedule in the neighborhood. She introduced herself as Jen and told me that she had just moved into the next townhouse over and that she was from Levack. Her husband, David, 48, had recently passed away after a battle with cancer. She just sold her property and decided to move to the east end of the city where it would be more convenient to live.”
“I’m sure she thought I was crazy as she spoke to me,” he continued. “I had this puzzled look on my face while she told me the story because I remembered the note and everything you’d said just hours earlier. I asked her if she would mind waiting while I went inside to get a message for her. I haven’t even met her and I’m suggesting I have a message for her? Sure, she thought I was crazy! All the same, she was surprised, but said okay.”
“When I came back, I looked at her and said I’d been to see a friend today who is a Medium. Her name is Jay. She received a message from your husband when I was visiting earlier today. Jay sat there and told me I have a neighbor by the name of “D”, 48 years old who passed away of cancer recently, who had a message for his wife of eight years; a woman who just changed her hair color from brown to blond. I told Jay I didn’t have a neighbor like that, but I guess it seems that I do. Your husband wanted to say ‘Hi’ to you. Here is his note.”
As he handed the note to Jen, she told him that she had met a lady by the name of Jay earlier that year at the doctor’s office, months before moving to the east end of town. She went into the house and returned with my business card, which had the same name and number she just received with my friend’s note. The message was for her, this cinched it.
The message: “I promised to reach her with a message. Let her know that I made it through. I’m Home.”
The darkness is now before me,
I try to close my mind,
Can’t imagine the destruction,
Or the reasons why,
The war hasn’t settled,
In fact it grows quite near,
But before I seek my freedom,
I have to face my fears,
Why can’t there be peace,
In the world we hold so dear,
Do we have to carry on,
With our aggravated sneers,
Why can’t we live forever,
In the shadow of this man,
To deliver out his message,
To hold peace throughout the land,
Seems after all we do,
It’s no better than yesterday,
We keep trying to get ahead,
Always being led astray,
Can we keep this up,
When our bridges have been burned,
Contradictions going on,
And the lesson’s not been learned,
For the open heart is reaching,
And this is what I seek,
Hope, anticipation
For all mankind will meet,
The day when wars will stop,
The world will be at peace,
We’ll all embrace as one,
We will finally… be at peace
Jay Lane
Copyright 2009
Tell me how this got started,
The one with rights, dearly departed,
Tell me why you’re open minded,
Black from white, truth was blinded,
Gave up so much to see you through,
What can I say, what did I do,
My heart I opened up for you,
I thought forever you’d be true,
So when the rain begins to fall,
Will I finally hear your call,
To find your truth so deep within,
Shall it be known your truths were sins…
Jay Lane
Copyright 2009
Castles in the sand, bring back memories of you,
Whispers in the wind, your voice, so softly,
Trembled at the thought my friend, to feel you waiting,
While the world was within reach, you stood by…
The sky so blue and pure, up high, keeps me hoping,
That time will soon stand still, like the rivers do,
I’ll call out your name, will you be waiting,
By the castles in the sand, where I met you….
Dedicated to the loving memory of my father…. At home shall we meet again!
Jay
copyright 2001