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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!
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!
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.”