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!


Thursday, May 8, 2014

"Do Not Try This At Home"

One of the prayers that I have learned to repeat often is "What's next God?" "I'm available!"  This prayer comes with one of those "Do Not Try This At Home" disclosures.  If you want to stay busy seeing real evidence of the universal source of God, pray this prayer.  If you don't want to stay busy and have each day be something new and adventurous then you are safe not putting this message out to the universe.

Where do I begin to explain?  If you follow me on Facebook you may have noticed that Charlie and I recently returned from Maine.  While there I was in a class with 50 other Spirit Mediums from all over the US and Canada.  We were working under the instruction of John Holland.  Three days can be physically draining doing this work and at the end of the event I was ready for a nap, but Charlie met a couple and they requested I would do a reading for them.  I immediately had a reading booked and went straight into that.  I sat and read for a couple from New Hampshire.  Spirit showed me the spine and neck and up through the top of the head while reading for the man.  He confirmed he has bone cancer. I saw a green light around him which I know to be healing.  He was encouraged and replied "This is good!"   I don't have a clue why I read for those who come to me, or what it is they need, but God knows and our heavenly helpers know.

The next day was a free day for me to do anything we wanted.  Charlie drove the rental car and explored the area while I was in class so he already had ideas on what he thought I would find interesting.  Our morning started with a trip to Kennebunk, Maine.  When taking a wrong turn finding a different route thinking we were lost we happened upon a cemetery, Hope Cemetery.  We did think we were lost but we were exactly where my team of angels and guides and heavenly helpers expected us to be.  We got out and walked through the grounds.  I would spend an hour of my morning here getting grounded releasing tears of gratitude of all of those who have gone on into spirit ahead of us.  This is a historical area with many Revolutionary War grave markers.  I decided to do a walking meditation and told Charlie.  He went one way and I went another.  As I walked this path there were messages along the way as I prayed and wept in gratitude seeking guidance from above.

I took pictures of headstones along the way that were messages to me.

This first picture posted listed the woman's last dying words.  It reads "I am weary and long to rest.  They are all waiting for me and I want to go."  I took this as a message from the Divine that our loved ones do greet us and Mrs. Walker in 1866 saw them and knew they were waiting for her.



The next photo was simply the family name of "Wise".  I was praying in my walking meditation asking for guidance and was given the word "wise".


There will be more stories coming about this trip, but the main thing I want you to remember from taking time to read this blog is that there are messages along your path.  Make certain you notice them even when you think you are lost.







Wednesday, April 9, 2014

What Messages Are Your Loved Ones Sending You

I am grieving from loosing someone I loved.  For me to be writing about loosing someone may not seem like such a shocker to you since I am a psychic medium and I speak with people all the time about connecting with those they have lost but it does come to me as somewhat of a surprise.  Let me tell you why.

 When I deliver messages from your loved ones such as details of the pet duck you had when you were a child, you are receiving confirmation that your loved ones are still around you.  Some of us are sensitive enough in order to relay the message that your grand father is here in spirit and speaking of a duck.  We do not always need mediums though to help us because there are messages for us all the time.  We just need to be sensitive enough to recognize it and not write it off to a coincidence. 

My heart is still heavy from a recent loss of mine.  As I sit and type today my eyes still fill with water, my nose drips and I can barely swallow from the tightness in my throat.  I am grieving the loss of my 55-year-old first cousin who went to sleep one night and did not wake up the next morning.  I am telling myself all the things that I tell you when you make an appointment with me about soul being eternal and the physical body giving out and that our loved ones are still with us.   It hasn’t made the tears and the sadness go away even though I believe he is sending love.

There have been many signs from heaven since Ray passed.   The day he died his sisters and I were going through pictures of all of us growing up.  The pictures were all mixed in together in a large container some pictures were in boxes, some in photo albums.  I was sitting there when I found a piece of schoolwork dated 1966 that Ray had done when he was in elementary school.  He had written, “Today is Thursday. “  (It was Thursday and he had just died that morning.)  “It is a beautiful spring day.” “The sky is blue the flowers are blooming.”  March 31 1966.   He died on Thursday and he was buried on March 31, 2014.  I felt this was a message from heaven that Ray made it to be with God.  It was too much of a coincidence to ignore.

During the funeral the minister mentioned Ray fishing with his Uncle Alton.  Alton was my Dad.  After the funeral was over, I noticed the Funeral Director from the funeral home had a name tag on and as I got closer to get a good look, his name was “Al Moore”.  My Dad was Alton Moore.  I knew my Dad was there to greet Ray as he entered into the after life. 


Ray worked for the water company.  We have lived in this little town for four years and never had our water turned off.  I woke up one morning after the funeral and we had no water.  I immediately though “Ray has been here!”  I called the city of Arnaudville and the woman told me the entire town was without water and at that time no one knew why.  I thought, “Ray your good!”  I shared this with his sister and she made me smile by saying “You’re funny!”  I felt unconditional love from that reply because we all have our own beliefs about what happens when we die yet we love each other anyway.

Friday, February 28, 2014

"Surprise Me!"


On this date I want to talk about all the many ways that Spirit can communicate with us.  I always seem to go to the recordings I do each day in preparing for my readings.  I listen because there have been occurrences of disembodied voices on the tape and some clients have reported back voices that weren’t in the room being recorded when they play their session back.

Yesterday day I had something happen to me that was most unusual.  I was writing my grandson a birthday greeting when I felt compelled to acknowledge his other grand mother on his father’s side who is deceased.  She died a couple of years ago from lung disease at an early age.  I know my grand children loved her and miss her.  So in my note to Logan I reminded him that he has two grand mothers.  One in the non-physical who I'm sure is his biggest cheerleader from the other side and sending him love.  I reminded him that just because the body gives out that we don’t stop existing.  Soul is eternal.  We send our love and I felt that “Grand” his other grand mother would want me to wish him a “Happy Birthday” from her too! 

I just recently had purchased a wind chime with a hummingbird on it.  There is only one bell on it and it is made by hand and quite small.  I placed my new purchase on the inside of the kitchen door so that it would ding when the door moved.  Charlie was leaving the house and I was walking out of the kitchen area.  As he closed the kitchen door behind him that one little bell played the first five notes to “Happy Birthday To You”.  It was as if on a piano one note at a time was touched.  It stopped me in my tracks! Turning around quickly I knew Spirit just acknowledge and was thanking me for the birthday greeting I sent to Logan from the other side from his grand mother Sharon. 

Today I am preparing for a reading and listening back to a tape as I record when I prepare for a reading.  During that reading I ask, “Is there someone here named Louise who wants to send a message?”  This bright light from behind me filled the room to where I had to close my eyes from the brilliance.  It was similar to a fluorescent light coming on flickering into full brightness.  There was no audio response on tape to my question but there was no doubt “Louise” allowed light to fill the room to where I had to close my eyes. 

I am a physical phenomena medium, but I can’t recall anything similar to each of these two separate phenomena.  I see angels all the time with my eyes closed as symbols for people when I am doing readings but I haven’t seen an angel with my eyes wide open knowing I was seeing an angelic being.  This light was what I think it would be like if an angel or God filled the room with a white light.


Never under estimate what our loved ones can do from the other side when we ask and even when we don’t.  I would encourage each of you to ask each day!  As Sonia Choquette suggests, ask your guides and angels and heavenly helpers to “Surprise me!”

Friday, January 24, 2014

Don't Ask Why - Just Go With Your Gut


     Many of you have asked me "Where do I begin to learn to develop my psychic abilities?"  I have answered the same way every time with an answer that includes the author Sonia Choquette with one of her earlier books "Trust Your Vibes".  The following story happened to me last week and is an example of receiving messages from your guides and angels and heavenly helpers.  This is also a good demonstration of why you should listen to what your gut is telling you.  This is called "learning to trust your vibe".

I was home alone all day from the moment I woke up.  I am currently learning to live without sugar and wheat and gluten and most dairy so I have to cook for myself.  My sweet husband usually enjoys the kitchen and cooking breakfast each morning but he wasn't home.  I made myself some scrambled eggs using the stove and a lovely little breakfast infused with a lot of "self love".  I sat alone and enjoyed my food.  I even took a picture of it because it was perfect.

After I fed my body I moved into my room sitting at my altar praying and meditating.  This is how I prepare for readings before my clients arrive.  I had no client coming but it was my personal time to go within listening to whatever God had for me.  When I finished praying I got up and moved over to my computer to do what tasks I normally do.  I heard Spirit say "Blow out the candles."  I looked at the two burning candles and thought "No they are safe."  I continued with the computer. Two more times I heard "Blow out the candles!"  I argued with my inner guidance saying "The candles are fine!"  I couldn't concentrate and just said "OK!" It is really similar to an annoying pet begging for attention or something that just won't leave you alone.  I got up from my desk walked over to my altar placed my hand behind each flame and blew them out.  I was now at peace.

While up and away from my desk I decided I would pour myself another cup of tea.  I opened the door leading to the kitchen when I ran into a  shockingly heavy odor.  My nostrils filling from butane that was filling the room.  The gas vapors were heavy like a wet blanket.  I apparently was not successful completely turning the gas stove burner off.  The flame was not burning to the eye of the stove but the gas was still being released.  I was shaken and had a moment of panic opening the door leading outside and turning on the fan to move some fresh air in.

I walked away feeling foolish and ashamed and said "Oh!" " So Thats why you wanted me to blow out the candles!"  "Thank you God!"

I put you through an exercise before you leave my house when you come for a reading reminding you to ask your Guides for help.  Maybe I should include the instructions to also "Listen!" Word.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

"The Love of Joy"


 The readings I enjoy the most are those when there has been a recent death, and clients book to see me because they hope to hear from those who have recently passed.  I will book these appointments but I tell the client that I am not positive we will hear from the person they may want to hear from.

I have a family member who accused me of telling a cousin of mine that I could help connect her to her father.  My sister said that I did this at her Dad’s funeral.  I would never, repeat NEVER; tell anyone that I would be able to do that.  Let me tell you why I wouldn’t.  I don’t know that I can!  It isn’t me that dials them up and with my one of a kind telecommunications system where I have a direct line to the after life, hand the receiver over and say “Your Dad is now on the phone!”  What nonsense that is!  I don’t know if the deceased person you are hoping to connect with wants to or is available to come through.  I don't know that I will get anything at all!  I never promise that I will connect with just whom you want to speak to.  I know it is possible for some, but it comes from soul, their soul.  I just happen to be sensitive to hearing them.  I cannot make the dead talk to me.  

Today I have a situation of where the woman down the streets mother died about a month ago.  She wants to connect with her mom.  About two months ago the woman across the street from me, lost her Mother.  I was visiting at her house recently looking at her Sunrider products to make certain she had what she needed for a healthier recovery from surgery.  I sent this woman a gift while she was in the hospital.  I didn’t know what to send, but I shopped and decided a housecoat would be appropriate.  I found one that I thought would serve her well as she walked up and down the halls of the hospital with her new knee replacement.  When my husband delivered the gift to the hospital, she called and said, “This was perfect!”  “How did you know I didn’t have anything to use as a cover up?”  She went on to tell me that she was using the house slippers her mother had worn when she was living, but needed the robe.  It was the perfect gift! 

Today I was sitting and preparing for a reading for my other neighbor whose Mother died just a couple of weeks ago, when a pair of house slippers popped into my minds eye.  I am clairvoyant, which means I see symbols.  When I close my eyes, behind my eyelids in darkness I will see things.  When I saw the house slippers I thought “OH!  I think Ann’s Mom is here!”  Then I started getting a download of information.  Her main message was “do what you are suppose to do” and "take your medication the way you are suppose to." I then saw the bottle from Sunrider that I ordered for Ann while I was visiting her. This is an herb for enhancing the muscular skeletal system called “joi”.  That was the only item I ordered for Ann as she is already on the program and using Sunrider foods.

 Today I called her and told her that during my meditation for the other neighbor, her Mom popped in to remind her to do what her doctor told her to do.  I said, ”By the way, your Mom is telling me her name, it has a strong “L” and Ann said “Lee her middle name was Lee."  I said "What was her first name?" and she said, “Joy”.  I said, “Ann the only product I ordered for you that I felt you needed to add to your routine yesterday while visiting you was “Joi” pronounced, “Joy”.  She and I both broke into tears and thanked each other for the love, and ended the call. 

The day before I told her I felt her Mom around and she cried during our visit yesterday as she did today on the phone, saying that she had been wanting to pick up the phone and call her Mother.  I could feel her Mother near.  Her Mother let us both know that she is near.  She did this by sending the bottle of “Joi”.

Monday, July 1, 2013

"Buckle Up"

Each morning when I wake up I thank God for all that I have.  I include clean sheets, comfy pillows, air conditioning, and just about whatever crosses my mind I am especially grateful for.  I normally wake up in gratitude every morning feeling joyful.  I am not in pain.  I am not sad. I am glad that life has given me all that I have and all that I am.  This is pretty much every day except there was this one day however a couple of weeks ago.

 I felt angry before my feet touched the floor!  It was an especially difficult night for me not sleeping.  This morning I felt bitter and anxious.  I was not connected to my God source at all.  There was craziness in the air!  It was one of those mornings with surprises in our banking, surprises with the home owners insurance coverage and with the mortgage company.  I knew there was just bad energy coming at me.

Charlie needed to make a trip to the bank.  As he was leaving I wanted to remind him to drive safely saying, "Do not break any rules and drive carefully!" This meant don't speed, don't cross double yellow lines, do not take any risks because you won't get away with much!   Like a teenager with a bad attitude he turned to me and said "I won't!"

He returned home from the bank with things having calmed down quite a bit.  I was feeling more calm and everything seemed fine.  About twenty minutes passed when there was a knock at our door.  It was more like a knock that screamed "...ON THE COUNT OF THREE I'm coming in!"  It scared me so badly I jumped behind a tall book case to take cover.  Charlie went to the door.  I could hear a lower deep voice of another male.  Charlie stepped around the corner and said "Come talk to this man."  I thought it was a salesman or someone delivering phone books. "Tell him about Sunrider" Charlie said.

I was still shaking in my flip-flops walking to the door where my eyes fell upon a giant man.  He was at least 6'4, a policeman with the title of "Chief of Police" written with his name on his shirt.  Fortunately I had my wits about me enough to invite him inside the house. He didn't speak a word.  He seemed possibly like the cat had gotten his tongue.  He was not chatty making things more awkward.  I launched into a speech about how Sunrider is a company out of California where we buy vegan foods made from Chinese herbs that are live food cultures.  I go on and on without him saying a word.  Abruptly I stopped talking. He was just staring straight into my eyes with no facial expression.  I said "You didn't come here to learn about Sunrider."  He said "No."

I didn't know why he was in my home! His uniform said "Leonville Police Department".  He wasn't even from around here.  Then it happened!  I said there is a man here in spirit who is deceased about 5'10"standing in front of you.  He is telling me his name is T- O-....I was in the process of spelling the name when he blurted out "Tom!"  I said "I was going to go with Tony, but ok."  Then I was hit with a shortness of breath as I felt I had the wind knocked out of me.  I said "He can't get a breath and that is how he passed." The policeman said "He died of a lung aneurism."  The policeman was his son Joe and Tom was his Dad.

  The message from the deceased was acknowledging the girl while sending his love.  Joe had one child, a daughter.  His Dad Tom, wanted him to know how proud he was of his son, and came through to wish him a "Happy Father's Day!" Joe said his Dad died 17 years ago.

Holding back tears that were now flowing down Joe's face he said, "Your husband got a ticket for no seatbelt and drove off without it." Joe explained that when taking Charlie's drivers license he could not believe the date of birth. That is when Charlie said the reason he doesn't look 70 and is in perfect health was because of Sunrider foods.  Joe went on to say "I forgot to give Mr. Charlie the ticket and then decided to drive here to give it to him."  I said "OK." "Thank you I guess."  He said "Have a nice day."

  I turned to Charlie and said "I told you there was craziness in the air!"