May 162013
 

jayespanolaAPPEARING IN ESPANOLA, MAY 31, 2013

Royal Canadian Legion, 370 Annette Street

Come out and be AMAZED!!

Spend an intimate evening of Mediumship with Medium Jay Lane at the Royal Canadian Legion, 370 Annette Street in Espanola, Friday, May 31st, 2013 - 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

TICKET OUTLETS IN SUDBURY:

Tree of Life North, 227 Regent Street N. (705) 671-2000

Nature’s Cave, 976 Lasalle Blvd. (705) 222-4367

The Spa at 61 Elm, 61 Elm Street (705) 586-7722

Rainbow Center Mall Office, 40 Elm Street

 TICKET OUTLETS IN ESPANOLA:

Jean Country at the Espanola Mall

Donna’s Hair Studio by Cortina

M.Y. Social (705) 863-0900

 

LIMITED SEATING!  SEE YOU THERE!!!

Feb 092013
 

Hello everyone,

It’s been extremely busy, and I’m so happy to be doing what I’m doing.. and it’s all because of YOU! You have all made me feel so welcomed in this community and abroad!

As I’m getting busier and busier, I’ve now had to implement HST pricing to my rates. Here are the rates for each of the services that I offer.

Rates for INPERSON Sessions: 

1 PERSON: $80 (HST included)

2 PERSON: $120 (HST included)

3 PERSON: $170 (HST included)

4 PERSON: $220 (HST included)

 

Rates for GROUP Sessions

$60 per person (HST included)

 

Rates for Skype Sessions

$125.00 Cdn + HST

 

Thanks again for understanding my growing pains! I appreciate you and your business.

 

Love you all so much! Hugs.. Jay

Oct 172012
 

Congratulations to October’s Vlog Winners:

A message for:

1. Annie
2. Carole & George
3. Monique

To learn more about Jay’s Vlogs and how you can enter to receive messages from the otherside, visit Jay at:

http://facebook.com/jaylanemedium

http://videopsychicadvice.com

http://mediumjaylane.com

Feb 012012
 

Do our loved ones visit us in our dreams? Do they communicate with us or send us messages? I say they do! Let me continue…

He stood in front of a burning wall, the tub behind him full of water. I still remember his white shirt, pants and the belt that he wore; the look of serenity that enveloped him was breathtaking. There were no other walls that I could see, other than the white ceramic tile one behind him which was on fire. I could see the blue skies on each side of him when I realized that we were both suspended somewhere in time. Was this a dream or was it a visit?

As we looked at each other, I could hear his voice in the distance saying “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”. Not sure of what I had heard, I asked for him to repeat it again… the message was clear “you’ll know this is true with the sign of the axe”.

I awoke suddenly, and with purpose. I had just received a clear message from my father. I made my way into the den, and with pen in hand, started writing everything I could remember about this message. I felt a bit of a worry with what was whispered to me. I couldn’t quite understand what it meant. Where was this bathroom? Why the fire? What did this “axe” mean?

When Brad woke up, I told him of my dream. He also felt that this was also a message of sorts. A few days later, we decided to go out for our usual Friday night “fish and chips” at Sam’s local diner. It was a great meal as usual. As we were making our way out of the restaurant, an elderly gentleman asked Brad if he knew where the “Railway Museum” was located. Brad mentioned that he had never heard of it and referred him to an information centre where he could obtain more information. The man thanked him and then said “oh, thanks young man, you see, my grandfather forged his way into this city with this axe, one that I donated to the “Railway Museum” years ago. I was in town and thought I’d go see it”. Brad and I looked at each other with amazement. There was that “axe” word, one that normally doesn’t come up in conversation. We started conversing on the way home about it. This truly was a sign for us that my father had come to me with a message. But was did it mean?

A few days later, I was helping a friend in the lobby of the building where I lived. We were standing in front of building’s maintenance panel, when suddenly, the building fire alarms went off. The panel lit up like a Christmas tree and all I could were the words flashing “warning warning warning”. Before she could reach to unlock the system with her key, the alarm shut off by itself. We looked at each other and thought it was strange. As we started to walk away, the alarm sounded again, and we turned to see the panel lit up like it had just moments before. She turned it off. We looked at each other again, and then heard the sound of many fire trucks roaring by. Not knowing the situation, we checked the building, every floor until we felt everything was fine. The fire trucks were on route somewhere else so needless to say, we were relieved.

When I got home, I received a call from Lydia, the Administrator of the long term care facility where my mother resides. “Jay”, Lydia said, “Please do not be alarmed, but I must tell you, there’s been a fire at this facility. Your mother has been taken to another area and is safe. You see, we’re in the midst of demolishing the building in order to stop the fire because it started in the ceiling. If we don’t, the fire will continue down the wall into your mother’s room. We’re hoping it didn’t.” I thanked Lydia for the call and before she hung up, asked her which wall of my mother’s room was affected. She replied “oh, it was the wall in the bathroom Jay, the white ceramic one.” I sat there for a minute in total awe. The message was indeed intended for me. The sign of the “axe” was a message of love from beyond, and one of concern for my mother. Thanks for watching over us Dad and for stopping by for a visit! xx (PS Happy Birthday)

 

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!

 

Feb 012012
 

Connected? This question teases people all the time: Are we connected to each other? What the other side has taught me is that we are! In our experience of daily life, some people do feel these connections, while other people don’t. I’ve also referred to these connections as “gut feelings.”

I have always been tightly connect to one particularly person — my sister. From the earliest memories I have, I can remember feeling her pain, her joys, her losses, and so much more.

After doing readings all day, I felt very tired this one spring day in 2007. One woman who had come to visit for a reading that day was experiencing high levels of distress following the loss of her husband and daughter in a recent traffic accident. It was an emotional time for her and even long after she had left, I could still feel her emotional energy.

I had a number of early morning appointments so I went to bed early that night. At 3:00 a.m. I woke up suddenly, gasping violently for air. The dream was so vivid, so real, and left me shaking and trembling.

My sister stood under a dim light which seemed to grow weaker and weaker. Her face was expressionless, and her arms hung limply at her sides. Like a ghost, she stood there, saying nothing, a vacant look staring straight ahead. Reaching, to wrap her in my arms, I felt the pain through her chest.

I looked into her eyes as I asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She didn’t answer, and the immediate sense of doom enveloped me. Awaking suddenly, this is the feeling that rattled me still, as I sat there recalling the dream, with a mad desire to call my sister. It being 2:00 a.m. in her time-zone, I couldn’t possibly disturb her over what might only be a bad dream. What could I do!?

My nervousness and movements woke Brad, sensing that something was wrong. I told him I had a horrible feeling for my sister and told him the dream. He listened intently, and when I had finished, agreed that it was too early to phone. Agreeing, and reassuring him I was okay, he managed to fall back asleep. I, on the other hand, lay there thinking about my sister as I watched the clock tick-tock its slow route to 6:00 a.m. so I could phone her!

After Brad and I had our morning tea together, I picked up the phone and called. Not wanting to alarm her to anything, I let her ramble on about her week, telling me of her cooking ventures, and new recipes she planned to share with the volunteers at the local church. She is my older sister of 12 years, and is the most cheerful person I’ve ever met, with a voice that carries on melodically even as she speaks. She never fails to put a smile on people’s faces.

This morning, her stories seemed to go on forever, and I finally blurted, “Lin! I had a dream about you last night and woke up because of it.”

“Oh really? What time?” she asked, and I told her it was about 3:00 a.m., so 2:00 a.m. her time.

“Geez, that’s funny Jay. I was up at that time too. I couldn’t sleep; I had the worst heartburn.”

“Did you go to the hospital?” I asked. Lin didn’t, of course, not wanting to wake her husband up, and he hadn’t been feeling well either. Despite having taken something to remedy the heartburn, it was still bothering her a great deal.

“I don’t feel good about your heartburn, Lin,” I insisted. “Can you please do me a favor and go see your doctor? I’m concerned about your heart.”

She promised she would call him that day, and that she would call me to let me know the outcome.

The very next afternoon, I received a call from Lin’s husband. With tremendous concern and emotion, I remember the flood of him saying, “Jay, I don’t want to alarm you, but your sister went to see her doctor yesterday. After a check-up, they had her transferred to the hospital which, thank-goodness, is just across the street! She’s had a heart attack and is not out of hot water yet. I don’t know much more, but they’re running tests. At least she’s in good hands. I’ll be in touch when I get word. The doctor’s are just thankful she got there in time. I don’t know what made her go, but I’m sure glad she did.”

We chatted a bit longer about everything and I thanked him for taking the time to call me with the news. He reassured me that she would call once she had rested as ordered by her cardiologist.

Could this have turned out differently had I not called my sister and told her about my dream, and my “gut feeling” that morning? I don’t know, but I do know that I’m glad that I trusted myself enough to express it the way that I felt it.

Know that we are all connected, and when you get that “gut feeling”, give yourself permission to trust yourself and what you feel. You’d be surprised what it could mean for you!

 

Feb 012012
 

In the heart of what she feels,

Is this lifetime too surreal,

What she knows keeps her safe,

Whispers hints of her faith,

 

Eyes opened like mirrored doors,

Shut too tight like weathered souls,

Keeps her safe for just a fee,

For her soul’s eternity,

 

Weave us more your tales and woes,

Will you find which seeds to sow,

In the heart of what she feels,

Is this lifetime too surreal…

 

Jay Lane

(c) Copyright 2009

Feb 012012
 

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

Feb 012012
 

Tell me all I have to hear,

Love me only when you’re near,

Judge me not, I’ll prove my fate,

Broken heart inside a cage,

 

Lie to me your perfect way,

Dead to you is what I’ll play,

Pleasant dreams are not so near,

Teach me what it is you fear,

 

Is my pedestal much too high,

Do you think for you I’d die,

Mourn me now, why would you wait,

Put my heart inside a cage …

 

By: Jay Lane

(c) copyright 2009