Saturday, January 31, 2015

How Does This Stuff Happen

      I was standing at the stove making an omelette this morning when a song came on that I had forgotten about.  It was a song by Cindy Campo that I obviously at some point in the past 5 years downloaded.  The song is "Every Once In A While".  If you would like to go and hear this song please know there are other songs with totally different lyrics with this title, so make certain if you google the lyrics you include the name of the artist.  I am placing a link here to the video where she sings it on You Tube. You will have to cut and paste this link to get there.  This is a song for anyone who has ever lost someone they love.  The lyrics speaks of all the many ways that our loved ones send messages to us.

     So this song is playing while Im preparing my omelette with the eggs and tomatoes along with a hand toss of fresh spinach.  We buy the baby spinach leaves at SAMS and use it in as many ways as we can come up with to build it into our diet.  When the dish was complete, I grabbed a plate placing the plate on top of the skillet and turned the cooked ingredients upside down onto my plate.  I placed the plate on the table getting other things in order and sat down to eat.  I had been in deep thought being alone and listening to music that inspires me.  A song about how our loved ones send messages is definitely a song of inspiration.

     With my plate in front of me while eating I noticed this perfect piece of clover off to the side of my plate as if someone had garnished my plate with a piece of clover.  When you are starting your day and are coming out a quiet fog, things don't necessarily grab your attention as if you were fully aware.  While listening appreciating this song about messages I realize there is a beautiful piece of clover with three perfect heart shaped leaves to the side of my plate.

     I thought I would take a moment to "Thank" who sent me the lovely clover, and remind all of you to continue to look for messages.  Those whose time is up here on earth and they are no longer physically present are sending you messages of love.  They are still with you on the other side!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Who Is Behind That Wall

     In the life of a Medium I would venture to say there is nothing worse than receiving messages and delivering them and the person sitting there looking at you shaking her head "No."  Ugh!  Just thinking about it makes me want to remember to "Just breathe."  I can say it once or twice or repeat what I am seeing and speak it the way it was spoken to me. If the person I am giving the message to just returns a silent blank stare I begin to question everything.  Here is what I have learned.

     Everything about this work that I do is based on faith.  I have to trust and deliver the message the way I get it.  Some of you may have received messages from me that still may not make sense.  I encourage people to record or take notes during their readings because I get a lot of returned calls from people I read for telling me of what they did not understand at the time of their reading when I gave them the message and how it now made perfect sense.   Last night I heard "Czechoslovakia" and gave that to the client during a phone reading.  How random is that?  She said "I don't even know what that is."  I said "It's a country and write it down because if it doesn't mean anything to you now chances are it will."

     Recently I was doing a reading for a beautiful sincere woman.  When she walked in the door to my home the electromagnetic field surged and I was covered in goosebumps.  We sat down together with her having a wonderful reading hearing from people that she was wanting to hear from.  Towards the end of her reading I started receiving messages for her that she began saying "No" to.  I deliver messages reading your energy with my eyes closed.  When I did open my eyes she was looking at me with complete bewilderment as if I was speaking a foreign language.

     I saw a knife.  It was a large knife like a hunting knife.  I could still describe that weapon just as I saw it. Up until this moment there was no drama in her energy or her reading where all of a sudden the energy of someone who had been killed would pop in.  Names were coming through.  She was saying "No."  I was getting frustrated because I know what I was seeing.  I felt comfortable enough to say to her "This is not a wild ass guess."  She said she understood and we agreed we would let it go.

     It was a weird time in our home as the night before a pipe had broken under our house. That night I smelled gas and called the necessary authorities.  They immediately came out and turned our gas off. We were to have someone come repair the pipe and turn our gas back on the following day.  It was late in the afternoon towards the end of my clients reading when the repair work began.  Charlie had dug dirt our from under the house to make way for the plumber to crawl under the house to make the repair. It was dark by the time the gas was back on.

      Charlie and I were grateful to be able to cook and have hot water and get on with dinner.  We were working in the kitchen together when he started telling me about how nice the repairman was. Crawling under the house with him and working beside him I guess you get to know someone.  So he tells me, "That man's twin sister was murdered and stabbed 17 times."  I stopped in my tracks and it hit me like a ton of bricks.  "Seriously?" I asked.  He said "Yes!" I immediately felt her and knew she was coming through when her brother was doing the repair work in our yard under the house.  During my clients reading I was telling her about a knife and giving her names she could not verify.  It was the repairman's murdered sister who was trying to come through for her brother.  I felt relieved yet very sad I had not been successful delivering the message to her brother but now I know.  Spirit does come through walls, but in this case it was the floor.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Dead Man's Message Was "Thank people for all of their prayers."

      Recently during a reading the client's deceased brother came through.  I don't know what he passed from but I know he went through a lot.  I know he was in a wheel chair because he showed me the wheels.  There was terrible neck and head pain as I felt the pressure behind my eyes with my head killing me so I spoke of trauma to the head.  The client confirmed he had brain surgery.  This reading taught me something BIG.  I come close to being emotional sharing this with you. He was asking her to "thank people for all of the prayers."  She said "Yes there we're a lot of people praying for him." He was communicating to me that the prayers meant something.

      He died, so obviously he wasn't healed, but the prayers counted for something he was saying.  He made me feel that the prayers were a big help and in his passing he learned this after he got to the other side.  The prayers were like poker chips.  They stacked up and added up to something.  The prayers from others are like a currency of some sort for us.  They hold value and you benefit from prayer especially when you get to the other side.  It was a new concept for me.

     You guys may see how uninformed I actually am to see that this is a news release for me! Growing up in the church I thought I knew all about prayer and the power of prayer.  I didn't!  The fact is no one ever said to me, "When you die and get into the kingdom of heaven all of the prayers will mean more to you there than they did here on earth."  I was taught when you die that is it!  You can quit praying and give it all up because your done.  NOW I know that is not true!

     We use the word "praying" frequently on Facebook and in conversation. We tell people we are praying for them but are we really?  I know we aren't always following through with the commitment  we promised to someone that we will stop and talk to God asking for healing for them or their loved one, or peace, or joy, or safe keeping for others.

     Another thing about when we pray out loud in my opinion is to remember we are not speaking the words for others in the room. The prayer is not to make you look good. We are picking up the phone to God and placing a request or sending gratitude, but please remember you are not speaking out loud to accommodate the people who are hearing you pray.

      I recently heard a man open a conference call with prayer, he stumbled with his words a little during the opening prayer, and then said "I know I didn't do so good with the opening."  How ridiculous is it to apologize to people in the room for stuttering or stumbling over your words when you speak to God.  It makes me very sad to know that the love connection and the respect from the heart is not present because we are concerned how well our words flow and what people are thinking of us when they hear us pray.

     STOP and PRAY because according to your deceased loved ones it helps stuttering and all.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Cajuns Dancing In Heaven

     I didn’t bother to turn on the lights in the funeral parlor as there was sunlight coming through the glass surrounding the entrance.  I was alone in the back of the parlor sitting on a sofa. The dimly lit area was cool and comfortable with a coffee table placed in front of me providing a place I could put my feet up. In the darkened corner I had on a pair of head sets listening to music when I looked up to see a ball of energy come barreling down the hall into the open parlor.  I knew it was the spirit of the body that Charlie was preparing.  I heard the name of the deceased while we were shopping when Charlie took the death call.  I said to the spirit, “You’re Mr. Quibodeaux aren’t you?”  Then I heard “I want my God damn shoes!”

 I have enough experience with this to not be alarmed.  My only reaction is to work with the deceased and deliver the message.  I placed my headsets on the sofa, immediately get up and walk down the hall to the back of the funeral home to the preparation area where I could hear the embalming machine running.  It makes a fairly loud noise. It is a pump mechanism with a motor.  I knock hard and aggressively on the closed door so Charlie can hear me.  He comes to the door kicking it open with his foot while holding his gloved hands up not to touch anything. He looks at me with his face glaring.  You don’t have to be psychic to see that he was completely dumbfounded why I would interrupt him.  He says one word.  “What?”  I say,  “Mr. Quibodeaux just came into the parlor and said to me ‘I want my god damn shoes’.”  Charlie returned a blank gaze.  A moment passed and he answered with one word. “Okay.”  He then kicked the door closed and I walked away.  Returning to the sofa I picked up my headsets placing them on my head and continued to listen to the music.

About twenty minutes passed when Charlie came walking into the front of the building where I was waiting for him.  Turning on all the lights, and unlocking the front door to the funeral parlor he said to me, “Mr. Quibodeaux’s wife and daughter will be here in a few minutes to bring me his clothes.”  Right away three women walked in the door.  I remained seated. Charlie walked over and greeted them.  One of the women who appeared to be the wife of the deceased was holding folded clothes that she reverently placed into Charlie’s arms.  Charlie said, “I’d like to have his shoes.”  She said with a bit of surprise “Well no one told me that I needed to bring shoes.”  Charlie answered, “Yes I would like to have his shoes.” Her response was “Well he never had shoes at the nursing home, only bed room slippers.”  “I will have to go all the way back home to get his shoes.”

 I was really proud of Charlie because he never gave her an out.  She was frustrated with Charlie asking for the shoes.  In that awkward silence he waited for her to agree to go back and get the shoes knowing that he was honoring the request of Mr. Quibodeaux.   There are a lot of advantages for the deceased to be able to place requests with the mortician who is preparing the body!  A bond is formed, as the mortician is the caregiver. Most morticians feel their finished work is their art and their craft.  I know the spirit of the decease is appreciative of the work and care that goes into making them look good.  I have told Charlie many times that when he gets to heaven he will be greeted by thousands of souls stepping up to say “Thank you for what you did for me.” Having a spirit medium tell you the wishes or the desires of the deceased is very helpful!

 I never knew why Mr. Quibodeaux wanted his shoes until his obituary came out.  He was a dancer.  He wanted to go to the other side with his dance shoes on.  If you are Cajun you know how important it is to dance, especially in heaven!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Some Things Are Harder To Believe Than Others

In the past I wanted the stories I blogged about to be meaningful and have a message.  Today it's just because I am in awe!

I had a new male client come to see me three months ago.  He called a week ago wanting to book again.  I tell people to wait three months before you come back however in some cases people may come every other month but that doesn't happen often.  This time when he booked he stated that some of the things I told him on his first visit with me came true and he wanted to see me again.  I never remember what I told you the before.  Some of you know I can't remember your name but I do know your face.  I believe it's part of the ability to forget.

Prior to him arriving I received messages for him during a prayerful meditation as I always do for appointments.  There were messages given that I delivered to him. He had a wonderful reading with his Mother coming through strongly giving me her middle name and her describing the location her body was buried.    She had not come through in the previous visit.

At the end of his reading, I asked "You told me on the phone that some of the things I told you previously came true." "What were they?" I asked.  He said "Well my grandmothers house had been on the market for over a year with only one showing and no buyers of interest."  "You told me it would sell in October".  "We go to closing this week, the first week of October."  "Also you told me I was in an abundance year of 8 with money coming in."  He said " Two weeks ago I bought a scratch-off ticket and won $10,000.00 (ten thousand dollars). "

 I hit him on the leg and said "SHUT UP!"

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

"People Get Ready…."

 There are many reasons people call me wanting to book a reading.  I have no idea who they are or why they are coming.  I do a lot of relationship readings stepping into peoples energy and telling them how things feel to me.  I received the following text message from a recent client.

    "I am freaking out.  When I came to see you, you told me there would be a Spanish speaking man from Texas and I thought there is no way…I met the most gorgeous sexy man from Texas this weekend who is Spanish.  I was so attracted I couldn't believe it.  I didn't remember what you had told me until a few minutes ago and I am stunned…"

I can sit and write numerous stories of women I have worked with first seeing them crying with broken hearts to seeing them walk down the aisle.  I see beautiful pictures of babies on Facebook knowing that I told many of these mothers the male or female baby was on the way before the mother got pregnant.  I do a lot of this work and I can be proud of the love and hope people feel when they leave after having a reading with me.  However this is not the type of work I enjoy the most.

The work that makes me the happiest is when I hear from loved ones who have gone on to be with God.  It is the simple things that make me the happiest where I feel I have provided the most healing.  A young man in spirit recently showed me pizza pockets.  I said to his deeply grieving Mother, "Is there a reason I would be seeing pizza pockets?"  She said "He loved pizza pockets!"  Receiving validation from your loved ones can be funny and so comforting.  I want to make it clear however that I tell the truth.  I do not tell people what I think they need to hear to make them feel better.

Another  woman came to see me recently over a man who had made a sudden unexpected exit.  She was in love with him.  He said to me "It would have never worked."  I wrote down what I heard and with deep regret told her what I heard.  Her facial expression changed somewhat going blank, and she said "The last thing he sent me was a nasty message from where we had been fighting."  I of course did not know that.  All I knew was that her heart was broken over a lost love who died.

There is a song in my head as I bring this to a close by Curtis Mayfield and the Impressions "People get ready there is a train thats coming, you don't need no baggage you just get on board."  That is how death can be, very sudden and unexpected.  Let your words and actions in each minute of everyday be such that you have few regrets.

Friday, May 9, 2014

I Thought It Was A Day Off

While in a gift shop in Kennebunk, Maine I over heard a woman who was shopping telling the store owner that tomorrow was the one year anniversary of her Dad's death.  She was looking for the perfect gift to place on the shelf beside his cremains.  I too was browsing through this quaint little shop.  I was wanting to be on vacation and have a "free" day from Spirit.  I 'll admit I was not wanting to get involved with the needs of this mans daughter but it was if she said it four times.  I knew this was her Dad asking for help.  So without speaking to her I closed my eyes and asked him to show me what it was that he wanted her to purchase that would be a reminder of him for her.  Immediately I saw a dragonfly.  On the coast in Alabama where I grew up we would call them "mosquito hawks".  I was not real excited about this symbol because it seemed a bit airy fairy to me.  I hate giving things as evidence when it seems so typical such as the name "John" because chances are most people have a "John".

She moved closer to me and began browsing exactly at the display where I was.  I turned to her and said "What is it that reminds you of your Dad?" She seemed stunned.  I said "When you are going about your daily life and all of a sudden something you see reminds you of him, what is it?"  She said "I don't know, birds maybe."  I leaned over closer and whispered "I'm a Spirit Medium and when I heard you talking of your Dad I closed my eyes and asked what was it that would be perfect for you."  "The symbol I saw was a dragonfly."  She responded with excitement!  It was the first time I saw her smile.  She said "My Dad was a grounds keeper on a small island here in Maine."  The dragonfly is perfect!  I said what is your Dad's name?  She said "Al".  I said I'm hearing the name "Kay".  She said "Casey!"  "That's his dog."  "Dad had to put him to sleep before he died."  I said "Well Casey is with your Dad."  She said "Thank you so much!!"  She went on about her shopping and so did I.

Charlie and I were standing at the cash register paying for our purchases when I noticed a basket of pewter tokens with words written on them.  I picked one up that said "Imagine" turned it over and there was a dragonfly on it.  I asked "How much is this?" The cashier said "Three dollars."  "I said charge it to me please."  I walked over to Al's daughter and said "This is a gift to you."  Her eyes filled with tears.  She placed her arms around my neck and hugged me.  Charlie and I walked out of the store to get into our rental car when I heard a voice directly behind me.  It was the woman.  She followed me out of the store and said "I will never forget you!"  "Can I have your card or something?"  I reached into my wallet and handed her my card.  She turned and walked away.

Charlie and I were continuing with our day driving to New Hampshire.  About thirty minutes after leaving the gift shop we were on the toll road of highway 95 when we drove up to the toll booth.  The woman working inside the booth said, "Sir you wouldn't happen to be a veteran would you?"  Charlie said "Yes I am."  She handed him a note and  said "The car in front of you paid the $3.00 toll for the next veteran." We were stunned!  We couldn't speak from the emotion.  As we drove away from the toll booth we sat in silence not speaking almost holding our breath. We both immediately knew that Spirit had just returned our three dollars to us.

 I bet Al was a veteran!