There Is A Spirit World

There is a spirit world.  If you don’t believe me then you may not know for sure until you get there! When your physical body quits working and no longer continues to live, your soul will exit your body.  It feels like you are fully awake.  You can see your body and know that you are separate from it.  You are no longer in your body, but you are still you.  It is a lot like getting out of your car, stepping back and taking a look at it knowing that was the car you were just driving.  Your soul has an opportunity to go into a white light.  Go there.  That is your entry to heaven.

There are different neighborhoods in heaven.  “In my fathers house there are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you, I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2.    After we enter heaven, we stay connected to those we loved.  The vibration of love allows us to send love to those who are remaining on the earth whose time has not come to exit their body.  During our time in heaven we are given an opportunity to send messages to our loved ones.  You will feel them around you at random times.  You will feel surges of electricity rush through you and give you goose flesh, and the hair on your arms will rise.  There are a number of ways to get messages.  Look for them and ask your loved ones to communicate with you. 

The movie “The Secret” tells us to (1) Ask (2) Believe (3) Receive.  Our guides, angels, and heavenly helpers  are waiting for you to place your order with the universe.  What are you asking for?  Remember to feel what it would feel like to have what you are asking for and vibrate to that feeling, pretending you already have what you are wanting.  Keep believing and you will receive!  

You do not have to receive help fro a psychic medium because you can receive messages on your own.  If you want some help, I will be available for you!

  Have a great summer and place your order with the universe.  Your loved ones are waiting to hear from  you!

"Deceased Sister Gets A Good Laugh After Death"

When you see me for a reading for the first time I read a brief statement to you explaining how I work and what to expect during your time with me.  The reason for this is that there are some things I find important and one of them is this. You need to know that once I speak what I am hearing or seeing I let it go.  I use PVC pipe and how water flows through the pipe but does not absorb or hold on to it as an example just as I do not absorb the information that comes through for you.  So many times people will call me back saying “Remember when” and the truth is I may not remember you and what I said to you.  I remember voices most of the time, but names and what was said to you during your visit just does not stay with me.  The following are a couple examples.

On my phone a specific voice I remembered said “I wanted to call and tell you something I think you will be glad to hear.”  She was very calm.  I said “Okay.”  Continuing she said, “Remember when you told me my sister was talking about her butterfly tattoo and I told you she didn’t have a tattoo?”  I did remember as the woman was pretty clear on that day her sister did not have a tattoo.  She said, “Well I called the Coroner’s office and they couldn’t validate it.”  “I called all around and no one knew of her having a tattoo.”  “I ended up calling a close friend of hers asking if she knew of a butterfly tattoo, and she said, “Yes she had a monarch butterfly tattooed on her left butt cheek.”  The client went on to say, “I just thought you would like to know.”

 I do appreciate people validating things that they cannot identify or relate to after their reading.  I knew that her deceased sister had a butterfly tattoo and I never gave it another thought.  For the client however her reading wasn’t over when she walked out the door. 

Her deceased younger sister had her calling all over the place asking about a butterfly.

 At that moment I felt the side splitting laughter and entertainment the spirit of her sister was displaying.  She was completely entertained knowing she left this earth leaving everybody she knew to talk about her butt. All of the friends and family would learn that she had a tattoo. Beyond the grave she got a great big kick that people were talking about her ass!

That same day a message came through on Facebook from another client.  A male client wrote “So I talked to you about a friend of mine several months ago, about her ex-husband and custody.  You said for her to be careful because she could be having another baby before the end of the year.”  I messaged back “OK”.  He went on to type “Well she is pregnant and due before the end of the year. Not by her ex, but by her fiancé.”

 Immediately my heart went to the personality and identity of the baby.  I seem to have a gift for identifying whether unborn babies are boys or girls, and also the personality traits that I am picking up on from the womb.  I have a pretty accurate record for predicting future dates of birth as well.   I have character references on that if anyone wants to hear those stories!

So while I am in the trenches each day doing readings for people who find me, your loved ones are still sending love and messages to you.  Remember to thank them, and ask your team appointed by God to help you with what you feel you need help with as they too enjoy a good butt joke!

Holiday Messages From Our Loved Ones

Through the holidays I was deluged with different reports of loved ones who have passed on sending messages to those still here on earth. One grieving mother wrote me the following:

Hi Allyson… I received this text from an unknown area code and phone number yesterday... I know it was from my son…

“Merry Christmas Family! I love all of you and thank you for all of the prayers. A second chance at life is the best Christmas present that anyone can ask for.”

It was amazing for me! He was with me alllll day, I felt! God bless you and yours…

Another woman told me she had been sending love to her deceased grandfather, asking him to come around and join them for the holidays. Christmas was quickly approaching and she knew he would be terribly missed, as it was the first Christmas they would have without him. She asked her grandfather to let her know if he was near. On Christmas morning her phone rang. She said the caller’s number was showing as “UNKNOWN”.  The woman said she would not have answered it, but she works for an organization whose calls show up that way on people’s caller ID, so she thought it might have been her boss calling on Christmas morning. She answered the phone and the elderly man on the other end of the phone said, “Good morning, this is your Grandfather.” She said she stood in silence, completely caught off guard and then blurted out, “This can’t be my grandfather!” He responded, “And why not?” She answered, “Because my grandfather is dead.” She said the phone went silent and there was no one on the other end. After the woman hung up, she was shocked to remember she had asked to hear from her grandfather and indeed understood the call was no accident. 

Some of you may think that it was all just a coincidence. Really? Did you receive a call from your deceased grandfather wishing you a Merry Christmas? I know I didn’t.

The most difficult thing for us as physical beings is to understand life really is as simple as “asking and receiving”. It helps us to believe. What are you asking for and are you ready to receive it? 

The Bean Pot

One of the really nice things about having a smart friend, is they occasionally share something they read that directly applies to what you are going through in the present. This good friend, who shall remain unnamed, said to me she was reading that Carl Jung once said, “The souls of our ancestors reside in the pots in the kitchen.”

Several weeks later, I was on the phone with a friend in Los Angeles and all of a sudden it hit me to share that with her. So I said to her, “Spirit is telling me to tell you that Carl Jung was quoted as saying, “The souls of our ancestors reside in the pots in our kitchen.” She paused, and said, “ Well I have my Aunt Gerri’s bean pot right behind me.” That was all it took and in popped Aunt Gerri, here in Arnaudville, Louisiana -- in my house. She was standing to my left and somewhat behind me off to my side. I described her stature. She was a little chunky and funny. My friend confirmed this. I loved Gerri instantly. She reminded me of my Aunt Bea. As a matter of fact, I think she was wearing an apron as my Aunt Bea always wore. She gave me the letter “S” and showed me a chalkboard with chalk. I was relaying this to my friend on the other end of the phone who was weeping and laughing through her tears. She said “S” is Gerri’s granddaughter, “Sarah”. The schoolteacher is Aunt Gerri’s daughter, Eileen.

For some odd reason, my husband Charlie, who had the whole house to himself, came at that very moment and stood in front of Aunt Gerri. I mean, it was like a cat or a dog might do while you’re trying to watch television. He was just blocking my view of her. I said “Charlie! You are standing in front of Aunt Gerri!” He stood speechless for a moment, as though he was in a far away place. It took him a moment to react with, “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know.” Even at that moment it seemed weird and I was shocked at his behavior. Charlie has learned in our four years of wedded bliss to keep his distance from me at certain times, especially if I am on the phone. I do a lot of phone readings and he is really good about giving me my space and honoring the process.

Our conversation ended and Charlie and I went on with our day. A couple of hours went by, when I received a text from my friend in Los Angeles. She was telling me that after Aunt Gerri came through so strongly, she felt the need to call her cousin Eileen the school teacher, to tell her she had heard from her mother today through a medium. When she called and delivered the message, her cousin Eileen broke down in tears, telling her that Gerri’s son, “Charlie” (Eileen’s brother) had just received a diagnosis today of brain and bone cancer and was going to be in hospice care immediately. She had been grieving terribly. With her mother coming through, Eileen was provided with healing knowing that her deceased mother was saying, “I am here. I know what is going on. I love you all.” 

My friend in Los Angeles thanked me and said it was obvious Aunt Gerri was letting her know she needed to comfort Eileen and Sarah. Sarah is Charlie’s daughter and was also grateful for a call as well describing the events. 

After receiving the text, I went straight to my husband Charlie and said, “I owe you an apology. Remember today when I was on the phone and you came and stood in my space and I scolded you somewhat by telling you that you were standing in front of Aunt Gerri?” He said he remembered. I told him I was wrong and apologized. It was simply spirit’s way of trying to get me to say the name “CHARLIE”, the name of Aunt Gerri’s dying son.

It reminds me that I have to live by faith and trust each moment, that all things are exactly as they should be. Charlie innocently said, “That’s ok, I didn’t see Aunt Gerri.” I replied, “But, she saw you and led you to stand right in front of me, trying to get me to convey the fact she knew about ‘Charlie’.”

So it’s true, “The souls of our ancestors reside in our pots in the kitchen.” You might look around your own kitchen and see who is there. They might have something very interesting to say!

I received the following response from the client:

I was floored when Allyson started describing Aunt Gerri -- she was so spot on. She was always my favorite aunt and not just because we shared the same birthday. Gerri was truly the kindness person I have ever known. As my mother used to say, “There is not a mean bone in your Aunt Gerri’s body.”

Aunt Gerri gave me that bean pot many years ago on my wedding day. She told me it had been my grandmother’s and on down the line for generations. It meant a lot for her to hand it over to me.

After talking with Allyson, I brought the pot down and looked inside. It was filled with champagne corks written with the dates of sentimental milestones on them – most of them happy, some of them sad. As I rolled each cork between my fingers, I remembered each moment so vividly.

So yes, the bean pot I inherited from Aunt Gerri is filled with the souls of my ancestors. In the meantime, my sweet cousin Sarah got it so simply right. She said her grandmother was letting them know she was there to “receive her son”.

Thank you Aunt Gerri and Allyson, for helping us in our grieving for Charlie.