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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
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.”