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.

"Russell Has Died"

Last night, while sitting in a circle group of like-minded people who were working to develop their sixth sense, I received a message for Vicky. The message was that there would be a man coming to her who just adored her.  He was commenting on how small her waist was and how perfect everything about her was. I told Vicky he was sincere and had no ulterior motive such as trying to get her in bed. I thought I saw them slow dancing together. The man thinks she was a Goddess and admired her in every way.

As most of you know, I work with my eyes closed. The room was dimly lit and I heard Vicky say in a loud forceful voice heavy with Cajun undertones, “Oh no! I’m not having no drunk ole man pawing all over me!” She jumped out of her chair because it made her feel so uncomfortable. I didn’t even know what she was doing, but she rearranged her chair or something to that effect and created quite a stir. 

Without opening my eyes I said, “Vicky! Listen to yourself! I am saying he has a good heart and pure intentions and who said he was drunk?”

Vicky teaches this class. It is her Thursday night Intuitive Development Circle where we are connecting to our intuition in a safe, loving, positive atmosphere. She tells people to receive the message that someone gives and say, “Thank you.” Her reaction was not what I had expected! I had to work at getting her to hear me when I said he felt good to me and I didn’t feel any ill intent.  When she settled down I said, “Look, I’m just trying to deliver a message here.”  She laughed apologetically and said, “Thank you.  I accept your message.”

This morning I am sitting at my laptop, when I hear Spirit say to me, “Russell has died.” Without giving any thought to it, I do what I always do -- when Spirit delivers random messages and I don’t know where they go, I will text it to Vicky. When a similar message pops up again, I will know and Vicky will also remind me what I have received.  This is my way to not only keep track, but to get a time and date stamp on it so I can refer to it if necessary.

Her normal response is “ok” or “I wonder who that is for?” This time she said, “Oh no! I have a friend named Russell who has been sick! I’ll check on him now.” A few minutes went by and she wrote, “Russell has passed.  His funeral was last week.” I said, “Well he wants you to know that he made it to the other side just fine. He seems to adore you!” 

Then it hit me! I said, “Vicky could this be the energy of the man that I told you was coming for you?” She declared, “Yes most definitely!” She said he was an older man in his 60’s (As I am sitting here writing, he says to me “Grand Paw”). She said he was usually drunk by sundown every Sunday when they would go dance. She said he smelled heavily of stale cigarette smoke. She would always go over and say hello and give him a hug. I told her he appreciates the kindness you showed him and he loved you from a distance. She explained how he would always tell her how beautiful she was and how perfect and would lay the compliments on heavily. I said, “Well he meant it!”

So, as it turns out, Vicky and I were both right.  She didn’t want “no drunk ole man” and I said he was “coming for her”. He showed up today!

Be kind to people. They will carry that moment of kindness with them forever…even to the other side.

Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton Help Jim Come Through

Dealing with the loss of people we love can be the most difficult experience of our lives.  It takes time and prayer to let go of people we love when it is their time to die.  Even though I am a medium and I see proof everyday by passing along messages to people from their loved ones including their pets, I too have to deal with a broken heart on many occasions from various types of loss, even though I understand, my heart remains heavy.

 Spirit can begin giving you proof that your loved ones are still around you.  This proof will lead to a shift in the way you feel which allows giant steps towards finding your own path to spiritual development.

The following is a note I received from one of my clients.  I often hear from people I have read for.  This note describes how Spirit can find ways to show up in different ways.  


i just wanted to share a cool thing that happend to me last night. I was watching the CMA awards when Miranda Lambert won the award for her song "Over You". She came up to the podium with her husband Blake Shelton who wrote the song. He wrote it about the deaths of his Father and Brother. During his thank you speech, Miranda was bawling almost uncontrolably which, of course made me think of the loss of my dad and brother....it upset me a bit seeing her cry and because I knew EXACTLY what that feels like, so I got up and went to my room to fold clothes. After I was in there about 3 min folding clothes, my right bedside lamp (the side I sleep on) went off by itself while I was standing near it. I figured the bulb blew out (although it didn't make that sound) so I didn't mess with it since the other lamp was on and I could see. It stayed off about a minute and a half and then came back on by itself when I walked over near it again to put the folded clothes away. I immediately felt like my brother was there. I didn't feel my Dad, but I definitely felt Jim. 
I just stopped, politely said "Thank you, I love you too." It was a neat moment and I just wanted to share it with you. 

It's All In The Family

I have been trying to recall all of my memories of seeing the green glow that seemingly emits from my body.  Fortunately, others have seen it around me too.  I am not just Crazy Pants talking about a green light that glows.  It looks just like a glow stick that is used to light the way in darkness—or whatever those things were designed for.  I used to dismiss it when I was told that I was a physical phenomena medium, which means that things happen when I connect with Spirit…lights flash on and off, candles re-light wicks that had been completely snuffed out.  Then there is also this green glow emitting from my feet when I was alone in the dark. Others have also seen it when I was sitting in the dark in a circle group of mediums.  All of that became easy to understand—accepting that I am a conduit for the non-physical to show their presence. Then something happened when we were visiting at my son’s house in West Virginia. 

My daughter-in-law is someone that I love.  I don’t just love her, I like her, which is saying a lot more than simply saying I love her.  She is the kind of girl I would hang out with and get in trouble with in some way if we were just friends and had no responsibilities.  Natalie not only is fun, but she is smart, and she is a very deep thinker.  When she had leisure time before she became a mother of two small children, she read a lot.  Her ability to spell correctly is much better than mine.  She is passionate about women’s rights, gay rights, and justice for all.  I simply admire and enjoy her.  She and I find the same things funny.

 I have such fun teaching her children bad stuff that she resents, but she will be nice and just go along with it.  I don’t teach them bad words, but I do teach them mischievous things. 

Once while she was out at the grocery, my 3-year-old grand daughter, my 14-year-old grand daughter and I had a wedding with toilet paper.  It was great fun! Her face was a look of shock when she came in the door and saw toilet paper hanging from all the light fixtures and the stair well. Ava was the bride, dressed from head to toe in all white Charmin.

Natalie did scream at me once because she found Coca-Cola in Cooper’s sippy cup, but if ever you had been left alone with that breast-fed child, and you aren’t lactating, you would give him Coke too—anything to stop the screaming! 

Once the Disney cops came to our hotel room when Natalie and my son tried to slip out by themselves for a few hours.  Cooper woke up, and OMG people apparently were calling the front desk of the Disney resort where we were about the crying baby.  Security came knocking on our door. If I had had a Coke then, Mickey, Minnie and the whole Disney gang would have given it to him straight from the soda can!  Although Natalie can and does resent some of the mother in law things I do, we have never really had a cross word between us.

Recently Charlie and I were there in their home visiting when in the middle of the afternoon, Natalie somewhat glided into the room (possibly floated—I didn’t notice if her feet were touching the ground) when she said, “Can anyone tell me why Ron’s sock drawer is glowing green?”  My heart skipped a beat.  She was really pale, sheepish in color, and still holding folded socks.  I said “Oh no! I know exactly what you are talking about.” I described and showed her what I thought she had seen, and she said, “Exactly!” She went on to explain how she tried to find the source but couldn’t. It was then she realized it was unexplainable. 

Natalie is a Licensed Practical Nurse, and she always remains calm when there is an emergency.  I, on the other hand, am the last person my daughter would want to have in the room if she is giving birth, or experiencing anything else that involves pain, because I would literally be freaking out.  I could see that Natalie was affected by what she had seen. She was trying to understand and at the same time shake off what had just happened. 

My daughter also experienced this round ball of green glow hovering over her face one night while sleeping in an old home in Atlanta.  She told me that she was on the sofa for the night and woke up to see this ball of glow hovering over her face.  She placed her hand over it, and it would be covered up.  She removed her hand, and it was still floating there.  She sat up and away from it and tried to figure out where it was coming from.  She said that she watched it float up and behind the sofa and disappear. 

When I Google or Wikipedia “Green glow” or “ectoplasm” there are all types of things that appear—most were made up in Hollywood.  I have yet to find any reasonable explanation for the paranormal light that hovers over and around my bed at times and in other places like Ron’s sock drawer. 

Truthfully I believe it is Spirit.  It is not negative.  I am so confused as to why and how it forms. It is not a substance—it is light. It feels kind and loving—not scary or harmful.  It is simply another way of Spirit trying to get our attention.