A video message and update from Jay regarding live appearances, group chats and other goodies!
Have a fantastic day!
May 082013
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
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!
Feb 012012
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
Feb 012012
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.”
Feb 012012
Cast within the sand,
Of where my spirit lies,
Holds the warmth deep in my body,
For some to feel would die,
As the rains entraps my being,
Floods the empty hearted soul,
Masks the silence of my spirit,
Not to tear my world so cold,
Where will we be tomorrow,
Will we find truth once again,
How will we know which road to take,
Will the yearn to love remain,
Deep seeded questions answered,
Forgotten myths set free,
Will the warmth deep in my body,
Be released for all to see,
As the rain down-pours our fortune,
Can we tear the walls that hold,
The light that shone bright long ago,
So our stories can unfold,
We will be here tomorrow,
Reunited all as one,
We will know which road to take,
We will know the time has come.
by Jay Lane
copyright 2001
Feb 012012
Passion flame,
Burning same,
Intense heat,
Feeling lame,
What to take,
What to make,
To follow through,
Black or blue,
Guide me now,
Tell me how,
Lead the way,
What should I pay,
Hands held high,
To say goodbye,
To say hello,
I don’t know…
Dimming light,
Blinded sight,
Name your game,
Name your price,
Time will tell,
What you feel,
Time will sell,
What you steal,
Guide me now,
Tell me how,
Pave the way,
What should I pay,
Hands held high,
To reach the sky,
To save my soul,
I don’t know.
by Jay Lane
copyright 2001
Feb 012012
Set your sights on what you need,
Give yourself the chance to bleed,
Lead me not into your night,
Allow your soul to see my light,
Feel my heart within your grasp,
Free yourself from dirt and ash,
Shoes worn out and tattered holes,
To glory, love and fields of gold,
Trust yourself to move ahead,
Lay not in your messy bed,
Believe yourself, what will it take,
To lead you down your road to fate.
Jay Lane
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