Vegas or Bust

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Feb 012012
 

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

 

Halloween Angel – A Message for my Mommy

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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!

 

Dream Messengers

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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)

 

Believe! Always Believe

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Feb 012012
 

Angels work in mysterious ways. Do you believe in Angels? They’re always around, if you really look for them.

It was a particularly hectic winter the year my mother had been hospitalized with a back problem. The doctor’s, however, were more concerned about her dementia, and that she had become a hazard to her own well-being and safety.

I had always had such a strong connection with my mother; she was my mentor, the love and light in my life. Her dementia affected her speech and it became difficult to communicate; something that we held so dear in our relationship. I wasn’t my usual happy-go-lucky self when all this was happening, as I thought about the ‘sentence’ this placed upon her life.

She no longer had the freedom she once had to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. It was so difficult to accept that she would be locked up in a facility, just because a medical professional deemed she was unable to care for herself.

To help out with the expenses, I had taken on extra duties in the building where I rented an apartment. There was one particular day that I will never forget.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and even so, I felt like I was walking around under dark gloomy clouds. I went out for a walk, where I had a conversation with my Angels. I was looking for a way out of the gloom I felt myself in, and I asked for a “sign” of any kind about my angels. I was certain it would lift my spirits; anything remotely resembling angels always made me feel better, a feather, an angel song on the radio, anything angel. So, I made my request very specifically, setting 9:30pm as the latest time I would have to wait. I needed my angel fix so badly!

Well, it wasn’t long before the day neared its end and 9:15 p.m. there had still been no feathers, angel songs, nor any mention of angels of any sort. I was down in the basement of the apartment building, taking care of the clean-up in the laundry room, when a voice called out for me.

“Jay, Jay, I have something for you,” I heard.

Turning around, there was Mr. Vendi, an 87 year old resident in the apartment building. He was rather sickly, and had great difficulty walking. Just minutes away, I remembered how it would take him 30 minutes each way for him to go buy his bread, shuffling to and fro with his walker for support.

“What did you get, Mr. Vendi?” I asked.

“You know, Jay. I don’t know why, but I thought about you all day long,” he said.

As he led me down the hall toward his apartment, he went on to tell me about his walk to the mall to get something for me. At his apartment, he asked me to wait in the hall, with the biggest smile that no one could ever say no. Returning a few minutes later, he held up a little box.

“There, a present just for you,” he stated with his usual charm.

I was surprised, and thanking him, asked what it was.

“Open it,” he said, so I did.

Inside this tiny box was a crystal cube, and inside the cube was a beautifully carved angel surrounded by clouds and stars. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and the tears streamed down my face.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Mr. Vendi asked.

“Nothing, Mr. Vendi, absolutely nothing!” I burst out. “These are simply tears of joy! Thank-you so much!” And I gave him a hug before leaving. Looking down at my watch, it was 9:30 p.m.

Believe! Always believe.

 

Ice Castle Believers

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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!

 

Think You’re Down and Out? Think Again!

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When you think you’re at the end of your rope, your luck has run out, and there is no where left to turn, there just might be angels around the corner waiting for you to simply ask for help.

I had gone with my husband, Brad, to visit Halifax. We were looking up an old friend of his, someone I’d never met before, John. Brad found him easily via telephone, and it seemed he’d never left home, as he was living with his parents. The real truth, however, was that a series of hardships resulted in John seeking solace and support through his loving parents who extended their small basement apartment to him after his ex had torched the boat he used to live on.

When we arrived, John introduced us to his common-law spouse, Kerry, who he claimed saved his life. She had helped him and restored his sense of hope, allowing him to believe in the gift of life again. He said, “I felt real love for the first time.”

To look at John, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he had suffered extreme harassment at the hands of a bitter ex-wife, who also exhibited some mental health issues. After setting his boat on fire, torching it completely, he had no alternative other than to move back home with his parents. Like many people, he had no insurance covering the loss of his property, and had to start from scratch again.

In spite of these hardships, John, although in his own state of despair, wore the greatest smile, and offered the warmest greeting as would a King. His partner, Kerry, shared a similar story.

Kerry survived Hurricane Juan, which had taken the roof off her apartment building, and her lacking insurance resulted in severe losses that would never be recouped. In spite of their hardships, the two of them decided that together they could build a great future for themselves. They were so optimistic, and I just loved their energy!

Despite the despair, there was the brightest love and energy that I’ve ever felt. I asked them, “What keeps you so positive? You have no insurance, and you have to start over. It’s just so great to see!”

Looking at each other, Kerry replied, “It can’t get any worse, and there is only one out of this, and that’s up and at ‘em! Besides,” she said, “it only makes room for something better.” We all laughed joyously and agreed.

If had been 18 years since Brad had been home to Nova Scotia, and it was so nice for me to see the smile on his face. I think I could have harnessed all that positive energy. It was a very emotional experience and I could feel everything as though it was my own person having his experience. It was simply the best trip we ever had, and honestly, the drive back home to Ontario was the hardest thing we both had to do.

We kept in touch often over the years with both John and Kerry, calling, sending cards, and enjoying the connection these routines offered. After all, there was so much joy to share every time we did call, or hear from them. It seemed that their luck was always changing for the better. John had been hired by a local factory, and while the pay wasn’t the greatest, the benefits made up for a lot. Kerry managed to get a great job at a local insurance company, and they had reached the point when they could move from the basement apartment, and into their own space.

One day, Brad and I were sitting on the patio at home when he said, “You know, I have a good mind to call John and razz him about his hockey team.” Brad’s a hockey ‘freak’ and I say this lightly, a true die-hard TML fan!

When Kerry answered she said, “Oh, hi Bradford, I’m so happy you called. Here’s John.”

John picked up the other phone and say, “Oh, you can tease me all you want Biffy, I’m gonna buy that team of yours and whip them into shape! We just won $15.5 million dollars my friend.” The look on Brad’s face was priceless.

The greatest things in life are ahead of you, if you really want to have them; if you really believe that you could have anything you want! John did, despite the suffering, having to move back home after years of being on his own, after having lost everything, and yet, he knew he could rebuild his life. He believed in himself.

When asked how he felt about his new-found luck, he simply replied, “I asked, I believed, and I received.”

 

Connected with Gut Feelings

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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!

 

I’m Home – A Message from the Other Side

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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.”