The Last Thing I Expected on My “To-Do” List Today

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On the way home from running errands, I heard a voice say, “You need to stop at the cemetery.” I tried to brush it aside, because I have a bizillion things to do on my to do list today, but as I got closer to the cemetery, I began hearing a little girl’s name and seeing flowers next to a grave and knew I had to stop.

I pulled up to the side of the children’s part of the cemetery and asked to be shown where I needed to go. I soon found a recent grave with a flower arrangement, teddy bear and angel statue upon it. This was under a shade tree and as I tuned into the energy around me I saw her, a little girl, looking about 18 months old, hiding behind the tree, looking lost.

All I wanted to do was gather her up in my arms and take all her fears away. I began to communicate with her, and she was very timid, very shy and very scared. I asked for one of my power animals to connect with her and as he came over and rubbed his head against her, she began to smile.

This little soul was earthbound, so much in shock from a sudden death and pulled to the Earth plane by her grieving parents, that she didn’t cross over. It wasn’t that she wasn’t worthy or anything like that, she had just resisted when it was time to cross and was therefor stuck between two worlds.

I connected with Arch Angel Gabriel and asked for the tunnel of light to open for her, and Arch Angel Jophiel came forward and started coaxing the girl towards the light. Jophiel and my animal spirit walking with the little girl towards the light when suddenly an older woman came through and reached out her hand to the little girl.
I believe this female spirit to be her grandmother, and one the little girl had not known in the physical, but completely recognized. She ran to the woman with delight and crossed over easily and with joy.

As I stood in the middle of the cemetery, suddenly my to do list didn’t seem so big, in fact in didn’t really matter at all. All that mattered was that moment, that moment of love, of peace and of joy.

We are all just here, walking each other home in one way or another. Take the time to listen to that inner guidance, even when it’s the last thing on your list to do. You never know what gift may be waiting for you right around the corner.

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

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An Unforgettable Mother’s Day Experience

Each year, when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this experience I had several years ago.  I wrote this article for a magazine and share it with you now in honor of all the Moms out there who care so deeply for their children.

 

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

My Mother’s Day experience a few years ago was one of those “ah-hah” moments that God so wonderfully puts in our path to teach us life lessons of love and wisdom.  Every year when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this event that so deeply impacted my life.

My husband was scheduled for an 11 hr shift at work putting him out of the house from 10am until 9pm.  This did not leave much time for us to celebrate Mother’s Day as a family, meaning more specifically him keeping our three kids in line while I was able to relax.  I was disappointed, but completely understood and was concentrating on the fact that my wonderful husband took an entire week off work the previous week so that I could attend a seminar.  I continued throughout the day to try to push that “being a girl” side of me away – you know the one – that overly sensitive, emotional side – well, that did not work!  Trying to push that away only attracted those feelings to me more (Oh – don’t we all LOVE the LAW OF ATTRACTION!).  It was like trying to keep the bar of Dove Chocolate away from the PMS victim – it was NOT going to happen.  So I spent a good deal of my day being angry, feeling sorry for myself and listening to the kids fight, which I am sure was more than triggered by me being depressed.  I was not in one of those “love and light” type of moods, if you get my meaning.

My husband called to see if we would meet him for an early dinner at an Italian place near his work. We went and the restaurant was closed!  Mother’s Day dinner was taco shop for me, but at least I did not have to cook!  On the way home from dinner, we passed by the site of a horrific car accident that happened a few miles away from our home a week earlier.  The area where the accident had happened had been turned into a memorial with candles, balloons, and flowers.  As I passed, I saw him again just as I had seen him in the few days previous to this one.  There stood a little boy, looking lost and confused, just staring at the memorial.  I knew he was lost.  It did not register to him the extent of what happened and his soul had gone into shock, not able to cross over with the others.  Being a medium, I see spirits and feel them, but do not always go out of my way to help them cross.  At times, this is their lesson to remain earth bound, so it just depends on the energy.  Some have unfinished business, others are stuck.  As this is a planet of free will, I do not take it upon myself to help any spirit I might see cross over.  This boy, however, tugged at my heart.  As I passed by, I promised myself I would come back that evening, after things had calmed down with my kids and see if I could help him.

I returned later that night to still find him there, standing near the balloons and flowers.  I pulled off the road and onto the dirt lot where the memorial was placed.  One single candle was still burning.  It was surreal.  I had found his name through some research, as well as the name of his mother who had passed in the car crash.  He stood there listlessly staring at the street where the drunk driver had hit his family’s car.  Flashes of the accident went through my mind – the moments before impact when the children were laughing, when the mother and her sister were discussing their plans.  I saw the force of the collision and the SUV spin out of control, flip and burst into flames.  I heard the screams of everyone inside the car.  I knew as I saw these visions, that this poor child was seeing the same scene, played over and over.

Tears came to my eyes as I called in my guides and the Arch Angels Michael, Gabriel and Jophiel to assist me.  I asked Gabriel to make a vortex of light so that the boy could see it and pass through onto the other side.  As I spoke to the boy, he was unsure of what was happening as he moved toward me and walked in my direction.  I explained that his mother was waiting for him in heaven and that all was fine.  He saw the light and stepped towards it but was still hesitant.  I began to speak the words “I love you” in his language as his Mother reached out her hand to accept him into this tunnel of pure and divine love.  They embraced and looked over at me one last time as if to say thank you and then the tunnel closed.  I knew he had crossed and that his soul was at peace.  It was a beautiful and loving experience for me.  So many lessons I learned that Mother’s Day.

I have learned that the most loving gift and lesson I can ever have is to help another.  I have learned that when I get so wrapped up in my own “stuff” the best way to get out of it if to assist someone else.  The most precious thing I think any of us here on this planet can do is to serve others through love and compassion.  That can be through a smile, a touch, loving energy, watering a plant, patting a pet on the head or simply speaking the words, “I Love You”.  Know that we ALL make a difference here. We all have the ability to express ourselves through love and light.

This has taught me to be so grateful for what I do have in my life, and not concentrate on what is “missing”.  Please, give your children an extra hug today and know how blessed we all are for having them in our lives.

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On a side note, a year or so later, I was at a dear friend’s home, who happens to be a healer.  I had a session with her in which she took several photos during the healing.  As we sat at her table while she uploaded the images, my eyes fixated on a photo laying in front of me.  I recognized the person in the image immediately.  The person in the photo was the boy’s mother.  She was in the photo, hovering above a man laying down on the healing bed.  It looked as if she was comforting him.  When I asked my friend about the picture she explained that this man’s family had been killed in a drunk driver car accident.  He had come to see her before he left the country to hopefully release the guilt and grief he’d been feeling.  I know with all my heart that I was meant to see this picture.  It was one more confirmation and a feeling of gratitude ran through me.

God gives us no coincidences.  It is up to us to see things as they are and revel in the miracles that surround us.

Happy Mother’s Day to all.

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

Releasing the Demons of My Past

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Releasing the Demons of My Past

 

Many people don’t understand what happens to a child when they are sexually abused.  I can only speak from my personal experience, but I know from working with others who have been through this type of horrid happening, that they are misjudged.  People who have not stood in the shoes of a victim should not even attempt to calculate what they “would” do, because until you are put in a certain situation, you really just don’t know.

Many children will bury their hurt and their pain.  They will stuff it and pretend that it doesn’t exist.  My abuse began when I was three years old and even as the first act happened, it was my saving grace to splinter off and go somewhere else.  I can recall witnessing each encounter with my attacker from a third person stance where I was floating above the situation, removed from it.  I believe this was my first experience with the Angels and that they were assisting in this out of body type viewpoint to save me.  I know with all my heart had I not stuffed and locked away the five years of abuse I would not be alive today.  Leaving my body helped me deal with the pain.  Hiding the memory helped me deal with life.

 

As we all know, things don’t remain hidden forever.  The “secret” manifested in my body as a physical ailment and my ovarian system was a complicated wreck!  I suffered from ovarian issues beginning at age 13 and on into my mid 30’s.  In my mid 30’s during the eruption of an ovarian cyst, the memories I had hidden for so long began to come to the surface.  It was as if the body could not longer contain the pain and the secret.  Much like a volcano builds up pressure, I erupted.  

 

It’s been a long road from that moment to now.  I find it interesting that once the memories came forward that the health issues stopped.  Physical problems that had plagued me the majority of my life simply vanished.  I wish the emotional healing were that simple.  I was thrust under the microscope of those close to me, “Why didn’t you say something earlier?  Why are you telling this now?  Why can’t you just get over it?  Are you making this up?”  

 

My saddened response was, “What purpose would I have in creating a falsity like this?”  It hurt my soul to know that by many I wasn’t believed, even though this attacker had raped another relative (no, she didn’t come forward either) as well as he had made passes and advances on other family members, all of which I found out about later.  

 

I found myself trapped between two worlds for a while – the childlike me and the adult me.  It was as if I had to relive and bring those memories back into my mind in order to heal them.  I went through various stages of PTSD as memories of the abuse would come to the surface and I could not control  it.  I would be shopping at the market and suddenly the panic attack would come over me.  I could smell him, I could feel him.  It was as if I was that little girl, sprawled out on the bathroom floor all over again.  Life and my emotions became a huge balancing act.

 

Fast forward to today.  I still can be triggered, and actually that’s been going on the last few months.  When I feel as if I am under attack, emotionally or otherwise, those last bits of memories I have not healed and released come forward.  It was during one such recent moment when it came into my awareness that though my abuser was dead, his soul had not crossed.  He was an earthbound spirit, suffering and wandering the earth plane in misery.  I will admit, this information gave me some satisfaction that karma reigns supreme.  What we do to others does come back to us in one form or another.  I was pleased he was hurting.   I celebrated that he was finally getting his just rewards for the pain he had caused.  The little girl in me wanted to do the happy dance, knowing that payback was in place.

 

Weeks passed.  The triggers subsided.  Yet still the thoughts of my abuser remained in the back of my mind.  I knew, from the work that I do, that I could help him cross over.  It was a no-brainer. I’ve dealt with earthbound spirits before and assisted in their crossing to the other side.  But did I want to do this?  Did I want to end his suffering?  Didn’t he deserve to be in misery?

 

And herein lies the duality of existence – living the human life as a soul.  For with all the tools and learning I have, my human mind and human heart are still very much intact.  As a soul, I had to address this with myself.  Could I act beyond my own hurt and pain?  Could I rise above it and help the very person who had impacted my life on such a large degree?

 

I sat in deep meditation this morning with my guides around me.  It was time.  It was time to let go.  It was time to move to a deeper state of light and holding on to this pain was no longer serving me.  I shifted into healer mode, and as I did so I could feel Arch Angel Jophiel and Arch Angel Michael beside me and gathered with them were the Arch Angels Raphael and Gabriel.  I could sense my uncle and his pain as Arch Angel Gabriel brought down the tunnel of light.  Raphael and Gabriel took him by his hands to guide him through, but he resisted.  He said that it was a trap.  He was not going to the pits of hell.  He knew what was waiting for him.  

 

I walked towards him and placed my hand on his heart.  I focused on sending as much light as possible into his spirit.  As I did so, I began to clear his energy, calling to release any vibration or lower forms that were holding him here and preventing his crossing.  As the clearing progressed, I saw an entity leave his energy field.  I recognized the eyes of this entity, for I had seen it each time my uncle molested me.  With a flash, the energies were drawn into the light and suddenly my uncle was cleared.  He was lighter and brighter and his entire structure and mannerisms changed.  He stumbled forward, to the tunnel of light, turning to look back at me.  

 

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “Please forgive me.”  And in that very moment, I did.  I let it go. I forgave him.  I released the past pains as I watched him enter a space of higher vibration and unconditional love he hadn’t experienced in quite some time.  

 

And here I am, experiencing a higher vibration and unconditional love as well, just on another level.  I am here in the duality of life, realizing that being human is a juggling act.  Sometimes it’s best to act and react as the stumbling human that I am, and other times it takes embracing my soul to truly understand what this life is really all about – LOVE.

 

 

 

Does Time Really Heal All Wounds ?

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Does Time Really Heal All Wounds ?

This coming Sunday will mark the one year anniversary of the passing of my father, Dale Wolfe, Sr.  As the approach of this day has loomed seemingly over my head since the start of this month, it has brought much reflection to my life.  Once the calendar flipped over to the month of June, I set a conscious intention to make July as busy as possible so that I would be distracted and would not have time to feel the sadness that still knocks me to my knees at times.  There is a hole in my heart that no one else can fill.  And even though I know Dad’s spirit is around me, and seen quite often by my son, it is not the same.  That human being that I am is still a very sense oriented person.  I want to hold Dad’s hand again.  I want to feel his strong arms around me.  I want to see those hazel eyes twinkle and hear that amazing laugh.  I want and I want, but it doesn’t seem to change things.

In the higher perspective, I have the conscious awareness that it was Dad’s “time” to go.  He was ready to let go of his physical form and no longer be in pain.  Cancer is a terrible illness and involves so much on an energetic level I couldn’t even explain it in words.  If I could perhaps set off a nuclear bomb that’s radiation infects everything within it’s path for miles and miles of existence, it might begin to scratch the surface of what this horrid disease does to a person.  I am forever grateful that my dear Father no longer feels this pain or struggle within himself.

It’s been a long year without him.  Milestones and tragedies have occurred in the family.  We lost my father in law, George, six months after Dad passed, to cancer as well.  Dad’s spirit was there at the hospital as I assisted George in his transition, guiding me and supporting me every step of the way.  When I had to be strong for my husband and our family, Dad was there lending his hand and his strength to me once more.  So often I am drawn to pick up the phone and call him to share something that’s happened with my kids or ask for one of his pearls of wisdom, and then I realize that I can’t do that anymore.  But now he knows without me even saying the words.  I find myself singing the songs we liked to sing or watching the westerns we would watch together.  Recently when I went to the theater to see a new western, I could feel Dad right there next to me, talking to me about how much the Lone Ranger had changed since he used to see it.

There is much that saddens me, but in so many ways I am forever thankful for the new connection that Dad and I share.  I truly feel he is the one person in the whole wide world that ever really understood me and never judged me.  To say this man loved me unconditionally would be an understatement.  He didn’t always understand what I did, or agree with my belief systems, but he accepted me.

I hadn’t realized until just recently how much guilt I was holding onto in regards to how Dad passed.  Me, being so enlightened and all (right!) just assumed I aligned with that higher understanding of each soul choosing their exit point and transitioning when it was there chosen time.  Someone should have explained that to my unconscious and conscious mind, because in the depths of those realms laid a heavy weight of false belief thinking I could have done something different to prevent his passing and the accident that ultimately caused his death.  That little girl inside me that he’d protected and safeguarded my whole life was questioning how on earth I could not do the same for my beloved father.  Why had I failed him?  How could I fail him?

Just writing those words takes the air out of my lungs.

My father was the first to step forward upon this realization and ask to assist in helping me clear that energy.  He reassured me that it was nothing I did or did not do.  He wasn’t living a life he wanted to live anymore and he was through with hospitals, chemo treatments and being poked and prodded.  He couldn’t be the man he wanted to be and so he chose to move into a different vibration that allowed him the freedom to watch over his family.  This was his solution, he said, this was his soul-ution.  As he spoke to me a clarity came over my mind and my body.  I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in some time move through me.

So where is the gift in all this?  Of course it is that my father is no longer in pain and as the eternal soul that he is, he is still present in my life.  But is there more that I am to learn from this?  Was there something else?  I posed these questions to my Dad this morning as I enjoyed the few moments of quiet time I had.  When I looked back at the last few years in my life and the losses I’ve experienced on a personal level – two very close friends and the two fathers in my life – as well as the many transitions I’ve assisted with, I felt like there was more I was supposed to understand.

So many people turn to you to bring through messages from their loved ones who have passed because they are in such a deep state of grief, my father said.  What if you could teach them to move through that grief by connecting with their loved ones from the other side?  The healing can go hand in hand, just as it has worked for you.  Think of the times I’ve asked you to give me your pain so that I could assist you.  Think of the energy, prayer and emotional techniques you’ve used over the last year and what has helped you.  What if you could teach others this very same thing?  Moving through the emotions, connecting to their loved ones and having Angelic assistance to boot!  Sounds like a great plan to me!

Yep, Dad.  It sounds like a great plan to me too.  Looks like there is another gift here to be found.  I think I’ve got a lot of writing to do and a big project in the works now.  Good thing I’ve got help with this one!

Does times heal all wounds?  I think the void that is created when we lose a loved one through death is a deep wound.  But as with all wounds, the healing begins when we find the right remedy.  Perhaps the best soul-ution for that is filling the void with the love we feel for those that have passed and making the conscious choice to connect with them.

I love you, Daddy.  Thanks for helping me to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other.

Love Never Ends; Even Through Death, A Mother’s Love and Understanding Continues

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Love Never Ends; Even Through Death, A Mother’s Love and Understanding Continues

I receive a lot of emails and questions from clients in session about deceased loved ones.  Are they okay?  How do they feel about me?  Are they still angry?  Do I make them proud?  Can you tell them I am sorry for what happened?

When we are in the state of grief, it is very easy to fall into the trap of guilt, blame and shame.  You know, the “could have, would have, should have” scenarios that we play over and over inside our minds.  What many don’t realize is that when a soul transitions over into the other side, they leave behind not only their physical body but also their ego mind.  They do not carry with them judgment or prior hurts or disappointment in others.  The soul moves onto a higher state of consciousness.  In the midst of that consciousness is pure unconditional love.

I recently had a session for a man who lost his mother.  He was her caregiver and while taking care of his elderly mother at home, he encountered his own health issues that were quite severe and time consuming.  When his mother passed, he worried that he hadn’t done enough and that he could have somehow prevented her death.  He was transfixed with the look on her face as the paramedics took her on the stretcher from their home to the hospital.  It was a look of helplessness that plagued him.

Our session was conducted through his sister who came to my office with questions in hand.  She is an extremely Spiritual person, and had made peace with her Mother’s passing.  As soon as she pulled up in her car, I began to feel her Mother’s presence.  We started the session and there was a surge of strong emotion that swept over the entire room.

The son, whom I will call Tom (not his real name), wanted to know if his mother was all right.  His mother, whom I will call Sarah (not her real name) explained that she was wonderful.  She loved not being in a physical body and now being able to do everything she ever wanted to do that she couldn’t in her former life.  Sarah explained to him that it was time for him to let go of the guilt he was holding onto.  She went into great detail of how she planned her exit point to be the way it was and the time it happened for many different reasons.  If he were completely well, he would’ve taken her to the doctor sooner, which would have resulted in her being placed in a care facility which is something she did not want.  She chose to leave in the way that she did, because she did not want to burden her family.

Her love for her son was quite intense, and at times as I conveyed her messages and answers to his questions I found myself raising my voice to make sure her point was coming across.  More than a few times, tears were streaming down my face as I used her words to convey to her son how much she loved him and how she wanted him to stop beating himself up over what he thought he should have done.  “It was MY CHOICE,” she said, over and over with extreme emphasis.  “This is how I wanted it to be,” she explained and at one point in the session she even came through with his full first name, Thomas, which I whispered at the end of one of her answers.

 The client’s sister asked, “What did you say?” I repeated the full name.  She let me know that her mother called her brother this when she was adamant about something.

The session was probably the most powerful and passionate session of mediumship I’ve ever experienced.  Sarah’s love for her son was so strong, there was absolutely no way that she was not going to make her feelings about his situation known.  She made sure to cover all the bases with him so that he could move to a place of healing and understanding.

As a mother myself, I know that I would move Heaven and Earth for my children, especially if they were blaming themselves for something they thought they could have prevented.  The amount of love that flowed through this beautiful woman’s heart to her son was a true miracle and blessing.  It is just more proof that love is everlasting.  Our souls and the love we feel for others are eternal.

I am happy to say that Sarah’s loving words have helped her son move to a space of healing.  I am forever blessed to have connected with these wonderful souls and feel the immense love they share for one another.

Questions & Answers…

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Questions & Answers

I’ve recently started something new on my Facebook Fan Page.  I’ve been receiving lots of emails from people with questions about Spirit, so I thought I would answer and share them in the public forum on my page.  I leave out the names of people to protect their privacy, but share the info as so many of us are looking for answers.  As with everything I share, if it doesn’t resonate, please let it go.  No harm, no foul!

So I’ve decided to share with you here, some of the letters I’ve been receiving, but first I want to express an experience I had yesterday:

Doing the work that I do, when I connect with a client I sometimes receive the gift of feeling their connection with a loved one who has passed. Today, a young 17 yr old girl and her mother came to see me. The teenager has been bullied and emotionally abused throughout her school career by staff and other students and has had several “labels” placed upon her that has left her self-esteem in the gutter. She is a truly loving and gifted soul and asked if her grandfather, who had recently passed, was mad at her.

His energy filled the room and was so strong it threw me for a loop. He started expressing his deep love for her and asked her to let go of the guilt and shame she’d been feeling. This girl has the most inherent and beautiful gift of healing touch, and her grandfather spoke to her about that.

With tears streaming down my face (and by this time none of us in the room were dry-eyed) he relayed the message through me of thanks and gratitude to her. Do you realize, he said, the gift you gave me? With the last embrace we shared, your healing energy passed through me and allowed me to cross easily and without problems. You were a vital part of me letting go. Thank you. You are such a light, so gifted and I know this, your mother knows this, so many of us know this but you do not. It is time for you to OWN your gifts and see the light within yourself. This is who you REALLY are – NOT what others have told you. BELIEVE in you as I do.

He then had me look directly into her eyes and ask her, “Can you own this?”

She stammered…..”I think so,” and I told her he was not convinced with her answer. She then repeated confidently, “Yes. I can own it.”

It was like watching a completely different person. Her posture and body language changed. Her voice was more confident. It was like a miracle before my very eyes.

We NEVER know when that small thing we may do will touch another’s heart so deeply. One hug made the difference to her Grandpa and his thanks meant the world to her.

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Losing a Friend…Losing Her Gifts?

“Hello Danielle,
I just happen to come across you Facebook by chance, I felt drawn to it. Must be a reason for that. I was wondering if I could ask you a question? I read your profile, and I realize that I have felt the same way as you did growing up. I felt different as child. I always have know that I had some sort of a gift or ability. I don’t always see spirits, but I have heard them. Many mediums and psychics that I have been to have told me that I have medium and psychic gifts, as well as being an emotional/spiritual empath. People all my life have been drawn to me to seek out advice. Even total strangers.
My best friend died April 2012 in a car accident. When that happened, I never felt it was going to happen, I didn’t sense it, nothing. I got so upset by that, I sort of gave up on my gifts. I felt like I should have known, so could have helped her, or stopped it in some way. My gifts are still here, and slowly coming back. I’ve had many past lives, and I’m a very old soul… I guess I’m just wondering how to put all of this together so all this makes sense, and not so chaotic? I feel sometimes like the gift runs me, instead of me running or controlling the gift, if that makes sense? I’m sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you… I just need some guidance.
Thank you”

First off, my condolences on the death of your friend. I know this has hit you very hard. 
To try to apply logic to spiritual gifts weighs very heavily on getting the ego mind involved. To me, it’s like trying to apply logic to emotion – it never works. You can get a grasp and a feel for spirit, but then a larger part of it is trust and faith. 
My sense is that you are indeed, a very strong medium. Your intuition is strong and you have gifts of empathic sense and clairvoyance. You’ve been doing this work since the beginning of time and it is something you are passionate about and that is a large piece of your heart.
For most of us, it is very difficult to read the energies of those we are close to. Your not being able to sense your friend’s death is not a failure by any means. Had you seen this coming and not been able to prevent it, the guilt that would follow you the rest of your life would be a heavy burden not many would be able to live with. 
For the benefit of your healing, I offer you a message from your friend: 
“All is not lost. I am with you always. I appear when you need me and when you think I am not there. I come to you in the words of songs that mean so much to you. I am here now for you to act still as your friend but at this time on a deeper level than before. Allow me to help you to see all the beauty within the gifts that are inside you. I SEE YOU CLEARLY. I SEE YOUR LIGHT. You can’t hide from me. I’ve seen who you really are since the day we met. Let go of any hard feelings about my death. I am at peace. I love you and am always here for you.”

Angel Blessings to you, Dear One. Thank you for taking the time to write to me,
Danielle

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Grounding…

“Do you have any thoughts or ideas on grounding techniques or rituals?”

I DO! 
Grounding is very important, especially for those who are sensitive and do any kind of spiritual practice as well as when we become taxed by our emotions. Here are some of my favorites:

1. Lay on the ground or next to a tree. This gives the comfort and peace of being connected to the Earth. You don’t necessarily have to be outside to do this. You can lay on the floor of a hotel room or apartment and with your intention bring in the vibration of the Earth. Sitting next to a tree is also very grounding and comforting. I like to envision connecting with the root system of the tree as I lean up against the trunk and feel it’s power and beauty.
2. Yoga or Tai Chi. These energetic movements are very profound and easily ground one’s vibrational field into the physical body.
3. Taking a purposeful walk. Go for a walk and take each step on purpose – think about where your feet will land, how it feels, notice the sounds and smells around you – make it a sensory experience.
4. CHOCOLATE – My FAVORITE!!!! There is a very grounding aspect of chocolate on the physical body. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t care….LOL…it WORKS and I LOVE IT! 

Thanks for writing in 

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Paranormal Sight….Seeing Angels….Am I an Empath?

” I have seen paranormal things here and there since i was little, not all the time but i did have a couple scary encounters. Once I got older, It seemed like every house I’ve lived in is haunted including the one I have now. I feel things now more than see things…i feel mostly others emotions. I grew up in Ky and in a southern Baptist holy roller church so my mother instilled in me that everything paranormal is demonic and against the bible. Once i turned 30, it seemed like all my fear was gone and i was just curious so I became a ghost hunter. Long story short, I have no idea what I am. I’ve even been in church at a funeral and felt surrounded by angels. that was the only time that’s happened. My abilities differ so i have no idea what i am. Could you be able to help me with this? Would u have to meet me to be able to give me an answer? I’ve struggled with this for about a year, researching and everything else. I was thinking i was a spirit sensitive or empath but I’m not sure thanks!”

Thanks for your question. I am picking up that you are a natural medium, that is why you sense spirits so easily. 
It’s funny how we all want to know what our intuitive strength is. I find with my clients and students that most want to find out their role or title so that they can better understand. With so many classifications out there, this can be difficult within itself. 
With you, I see your empathic ability is quite strong as well as you interpret energy through all of your senses making you clairsentient. 
Please remember that though these are very strong aspects of your intuitive sense that these are not the only ways you may get information. We are all different as to how we process energy. My guides use the analogy of someone who has a very high taste sensitivity for wine – they can take a sip, pass it over their taste buds and tell you the vintage. I could taste that same wine and tell you whether I liked it or not, but I wouldn’t have the same ability to process it through my senses as the wine expert. Make sense? (no pun intended  )

Have a beautiful day.

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Dimensional Bleed-Through and Blocked Intuition

“Hello Danielle, I used to have a strong intuitive connection but I feel it is blocked. Does this happen? Also, why would I continue to have a strong pull toward a young man who has told me that he wants only friendship? He is not a man I normally would go for either BUT I can’t stop these feelings. He says he has no interest so why am I having a hard time letting go? I usually move on quickly. I am confused mentally and spiritually on this subject. Will you please help me?”

Hi. At times our intuition can become blocked because of fear or trauma that has occurred. My question to you would be what happened in the months previous to you not being able to fully connect? There is a trigger here.

In regards to the attraction towards the man, this is what Steve Rother of Lightworker refers to as “bleed-through”. Allow me to explain. Our souls are so vast and large they cannot exist within one body, therefore our souls occupy several physical vehicles at one time. You may have heard of parallel universes or other dimensions. Well, our souls occupy bodies in other dimensions at the same time – eleven other dimensions to be exact. In another dimension (another parallel life of yours) you are experiencing a very loving relationship with this man. That is why the draw is so strong for you. By coming to this realization, that the connection exists in a parallel life, it helps to release the attraction from the here and now. At times an energetic cord cutting is also needed to severe the connection.

Hope this helps!

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Seeing Loved Ones Who Have Passed in Dreams

“Hello I have a question about a loved one that has passed that I feel is trying to communicate with us here she is coming to us in our dreams I myself had one dream of her last week and she was showing me her earrings and what I really focused on was her red sweater..my sister in law had a dream about her and in my sister- in-laws dream the focused on her showing her red earrings I do not know what she is trying to say and I am a healer and I do not understand can you please help me???? ”

Hi, thanks for writing in. Our loved ones often come to us through our dream state. It is an easier time of connection because our conscious mind is at rest and our subconscious mind is active and receptive. With this person that you mention, I feel she is showing you signs of her that are very distinctive of her energy. She wants to make sure that you know it is her – the earrings are something she always loved. They brought out a playfulness and feminine power within her. She’s coming around because she wants to make her presence known to the family – that she is still with you. That is why she is showing up in other dreams as well. This is a way of creating the connection, to see how receptive you are. By acknowledging her energy, you allow her to utilize other methods to connect with her. 

Good luck and enjoy your time together!

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Discovering & Strengthening Intuitive Gifts

“Hello, I was so happy to find your page. I am really enjoying it so far.
I am an empath and intuitive. I feel as if my gifts are really starting to get stronger and im wondering if you can advise me on how to be cautious of absorbing others energy. With my work I am in and out of others homes all day. I often feel very drained afterwords and am curious if im picking up others negativity or baggage. Also how can I distinguish the intuitive voice of spirit from my own thoughts. Im on a very zig zag path right now and really need to have things made clear. Can you tell me of some sort of meditation or other practice that might really help me to get more in touch with my intuition? Thank you.”

Thanks so much for writing in! You will find lots of tools for empaths to clear and disconnect on my page. Check out the white light exercise video I’ve posted as well as the other methods of filtering. One other way that always works well for me is to brush my hands against on another, imagining brushing the energies I’ve picked up from somewhere else, then I place one hand over my heart and the other hand squared (as if you were swearing on a stack of bibles in court with your hand raised) and then say, “I disconnect and release all energies other than my own.” This works well and it’s very easy. I also like the physical act of it. Feels very complete and powerful.

To work with your intuition, I encourage using Angel Oracle Cards. You can play around with these and get lots of good insight. It helps to build up your confidence and flex that intuitive muscle. You can find great deals on Amazon. I really love Doreen Virtue’s Angel Cards. 

In regards to the intuitive voice vs your own voice – we all question this. This was a HUGE hangup for me when I first started out. I would always try to apply my logical mind thinking to my intuitive guidance. If I got the nudge to do something or say something, I would question whether or not this was my mind’s way of encouraging me, my intuition or plain out right imagination. When I asked my teacher about it, she answered, “Does it matter? So long as it is positive, does it really matter?” I took that to heart and realized that every time I stopped and tried to analyze the information coming through, I blocked the flow. The more I was in the flow of things, the easier it became to distinguish between my intuition and my guide’s assistance. 

Bottom line, figure out what works best for YOU and HAVE FUN WITH IT!!!! Good luck in all that you do.

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Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us ~

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Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us

I never quite know what kinds of requests I’m going to receive, and when I got this one it was a shocker for me (yes, I still get shocked over things…hahaha).  A client had been contacting me for clearings since she started working at a particular location and was still feeling “off”.  Her energy as well as the energy of other employees were low and drained as well as sales were not what they should be.  She then asked me to tap into the location where she worked to see if I picked up anything.

Energy is energy.  Just like a satellite signal can travel through your television station, I can trace and sense the energy of a location from a distance without being there.  We all have this ability, as do all animals.  When I tapped into the vibration I got the distinct feeling of a whirlwind of energy and FEAR OF DEATH coming through very loud and clear.  My client asked if this was affecting her health and her job, which it definitely was, as well as that of the other employees.  I caught the vibe that the place needed to be cleared and blessed, along with some shamanic work and that there were 4 or 7 souls that needed to be crossed over.

As I explained my findings, the client asked me, “Can you clear it?”  This area is a local Las Vegas housing community being built that is still under construction.  “How big of an area is it, ” I asked.  “Fifteen acres, ” she said.

Fifteen acres…..that’s a lot of land.  My ego mind began to fill with doubt and all the reasons why I shouldn’t, but my Spirit relaxed.  I told the client I would think about it and let her know.

I worked with the energies of the land from a distance, and the story began to unfold.  There was a small group of Native American Indians that utilized this land.  It was a place they would set up camp in the change of seasons as they migrated back and forth.  One day a group of soldiers came to make them move.  They wanted them to relocate.  They proclaimed that this was not the land of the Indians, though their ancestors had been using it for centuries.  Seven strong warriors from this tribe did their best to protect their land and their families.  They perished in a short-lived battle against the white soldiers and their armory of weapons.  The braves took out four of the soldiers during the fight.

The souls of the warriors and the soldiers were still tied to this land.  The Indians were incredibly angry over what transpired and vowed to never allow anyone to take their land from them.  This land was sacred.  It was a part of their heritage.  It was a part of them.  The soldiers were earthbound due to the trauma that had happened and in essence, their energy was being drained and used by the warriors to fuel their anger.  Imagine being trapped in a room, outnumbered by your greatest enemy.  Now imagine that same feeling, multiply it by a thousand and extend the time for all eternity.  Not such a pleasant predicament.

A few days ago, I drove out to the site with my 8-year-old son, Adam, who is also a sensitive and medium.  I hadn’t told him anything about what I’d felt.  I just told him I needed to make a stop at a place I was clearing on our way home from running errands.  As soon as we pulled onto the property my stomach began to churn.  I felt nauseous.  My head began to spin.  I pulled over and parked the car.  Adam told me that the spirits were not happy to have us there and that his stomach was hurting really bad.  I thought I was going to vomit, so we got out of the car for a few minutes before leaving.  I’ve never had that strong of a reaction to any clearing work I’ve ever done, or any area I’ve been to, and I’ve been to some really dark places before.  I knew that this was not going to be an easy process.

With the Shamanic work I do, many earthbounds, especially the ones causing trouble, do not like me at all.  They will try to scare me, hurt me and cause me pain.  They sense that I am there to aid in their crossing and they are not too happy about it.  I made sure that Adam and I left quickly and we began to clear our energy and release the vibration that we’d walked into.  No wonder the client was feeling out of sorts!  There is no way I could concentrate with all that going on.

I sat in meditation with my guides about this location.  I was shown a way to connect to the souls of the soldiers during the full moon.  I used this opportunity to help them cross over.  This weakened the anger of the warriors and it also lessened their resolve.  They had been fully confident that the soldiers would remain with them as a form of punishment for what had happened.

I needed to be on site to finish the clearing and it had to be a time when the construction crews were not working.  The moving and shifting of the land caused great torture to the warriors.  There was no way I could reason with them while construction and building was going on.

Spirit showed me that today was to be the day.  I sat in deep trance before I left to the site.  The warriors wanted me to feel their pain, their sadness and their agony over being torn away from their families and all they loved in this world.  There was no honor in what had happened to them and to their people.  I allowed their emotions to pour through me as tears ran down my face.  I spoke to them of understanding betrayal and disrespect.  I projected my soul’s energy to them to prove to them that along my soul’s journey I have encountered similar experiences.  To stay in one place with such negative emotion was to hold constant to a lower vibration.  It was to be away from those that loved them and held them dear.  It was to be alone, not amongst great Spirit and their people.  Still, they held doubt.  I had them thinking, but not quite believing.

Each shift in consciousness begins with a baby step.  I was happy to know that I at least got them thinking.

I did not see these warriors as bad people or evil spirits.  I saw them as being in pain.  All anger is a result of pain, and they had lots to feel angry about.  My intention was yes, to clear the land for the client, but most of all my deepest purpose was to bring these brave men peace and rejoin them with their family.

I asked Great Spirit to allow me to be a vehicle to bring forth wisdom and healing.  Guidance brought through that I was to dress in the manner of my own ancestors out of respect for the warriors and their people.  With my hair braided and turquoise adorning my neck and ears, I began to make an offering to honor those who had made their life on this land.  Tobacco, sweet grass, sage, turquoise stones and other rocks filled the medicine bag and soon I was out the door and on my way.

I arrived on site and was guided to build a medicine wheel near the back of the property that is closest to BLM land.  My guides told me it was important that the clearing and blessing be complete by noon, so I wasted no time getting started.  I began to build a medicine wheel out of rocks, and as I did so, the warriors gathered around me.  They were quite curious as to what I was doing but asked no questions. They did not try to hurt me.   Sweet grass was used to call in the ancestors, the grandmothers and grandfathers who walked the land before us and tribute was paid to the four directions and elements.  I entered the wheel and began sacred prayer of blessing and clearing.  I called to the warriors and told them I meant them no harm.  I was there to help them heal and release their pain.  This place was to be used by others now, as a community for others to share and experience love and prosperity with their own families.  As I spoke the words and opened my heart a crowd gathered inside the wheel.  Loved ones, power animals and the souls of other warriors stood with me.  We are all one, I told the warriors.  We are all connected.  Your blood is our blood.  Your pain is our pain.  Our light is your light.  Allow us to truly pay honor to you and this land by helping you to cross over to those you love so dearly. Let go of the anger and allow this land to thrive once more.

The beauty and emotion experienced in those moments that the warriors entered the wheel and were led home will forever be imprinted upon my heart and my soul.  It was a sacred, holy instance and I am grateful and honored to bare witness to such a miracle.  Their homecoming and celebration continues, I’m sure.  Many gathered to lead them home.

I got back into my car, looked at the clock to see it was 12:00pm on the dot!  All in divine time.  A feeling of peace washed over me and my heart seemed to feel a bit larger knowing that these brave warriors were finally free.  The Universe is much lighter and brighter tonight as these brave souls released their trauma and entered once again into the loving vibration of Great Spirit.

Sometimes….I Freak Myself Out

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Sometimes….I Freak Myself Out

Being able to see and sense spirits, angels, ghosts, demons and energy is not always a simple thing in life to deal with.  There of course is the judgment factor from outside sources, along with the doubt and fear that you really are crazy.  When you’ve dealt with this issue for as long as I have, it is interesting that sometimes, I still freak myself out.

I’ve had several of those “ah-hah” moments with clients where I’ve tuned into a long lost loved one and given words of comfort; private messages that there was no way I could know about, or even guess.  I still remember a session I had a while ago.  It was with a woman and her uncle who had passed came into the room with us.  He was a very strong, masculine energy with an amazing sense of humor, but with still a very “tell it like it is” kind of personality. The woman was asking several questions and everything was flowing quite easily.  She then asked about a business venture she and her husband wanted to invest in.  She gave no details, but wanted to know if this would be a profitable step for them to take.  I heard the answer instantly and it was not coming from my guides.  Her uncle sat in the corner of the room and said, “Tell her the online sex toy business will do very well for them.”  My stomach dropped.  I had never met this woman.  I didn’t know where her opinions on this sort of thing were.  My ego and fear began to take over, causing me to get out of the flow of information.  I felt a loving presence place a hand on my shoulder and say, “It’s okay.  Trust.”  Taking a deep breath, I repeated the message from the uncle.  The woman laughed hysterically and said that was exactly what their business plans were.  I don’t think I have ever been so relieved in my entire professional career!

I’ve encountered more of those types of “wow” experiences within the last few days.  I was recently clearing a home for a family and was on site for the process.  As soon as I arrived at the front door I felt an incredible sadness, yet it did not feel associated to anyone living under this roof.  I walked in and began to hear sobbing, screaming and feel pure desperation.  The heaviness on my chest was immense as I began to empathically take in the emotions of a woman my guides called, “she who does not rest.” I immediately recognized that there was a soul here who had passed in the physical but had not crossed over.  She was confused.  She was overwhelmed.  She was lost.  I sat with the family as they explained some of the disturbances in the house – things breaking down for no reason and repeatedly, items being moved and lost, bite marks on belongings, physical scratches and thermostat changes.  I told them of the deep grief and sadness I was feeling and asked to tour the house.  I found the room where the woman most liked to occupy and sat in meditation to connect with her.  She had lost her husband.  She was looking for him.  She did not understand where he was, where she was, or why these people were here in this place.  The woman had been gone from the physical for almost 200 years, and for all of that time in between had been experiencing the torment and turmoil of the accident that had caused her death, along with the loss and grief for her husband.  There was a lot of emotions stirred up – grief, rage, anger, fear, denial, hurt, despair – you get the picture.  She was not happy in the slightest, and the energies of her feelings were causing disturbances for this family.  I explained to her that it was time to cross and reconnect with her family and friends.  She did not believe me and was very resistant.  I asked for the assistance of Arch Angel Gabriel to bring down the tunnel of light and as it appeared, the hand of her loving husband extended out of it beckoning her to join him.  With a huge smile on her face, she ran to him and was gathered up into his arms.  Such an amazing sight to witness.  I came out of trance, and as I turned to go down the stairs to report to the family, I was shown a vision of the couple’s death.  They were riding in some sort of a house drawn buggy from the 1800’s.  The rainstorm came out of nowhere and they became trapped in a flash flood.  She was thrown from the rig and both she and her husband drowned.  Oh…and did I mention the family had suffered three major cases of flooding in the home?  Twice downstairs and once upstairs.  No coincidences here.  The continued trauma of this lost soul impacted the  surroundings of where she allowed her emotion to release and express.

My next recent “freak out” was during an energy session with a woman who wanted to clear a past life relationship that was affecting her current life.  A bit about past lives: when we die in a manner that is sudden and violent, many times we will hold that cellular memory within our current lifetime.   The cellular memory can impact our health, our relationships and our actions.  I think of it like loading a program on my computer a long time ago.  Sure, it may be outdated and very old, but I can still access it when I want to.  And it’s components can definitely influence the operation of the entire computer.  (Sorry….worked too long as a computer tech not to have that come up!)  Your cellular memory can always be accessed it’s just a matter of knowing what right path to take to get there.  I could readily see this lifetime with my client and that it was brutally ended at someone else’s hand.  She lay on my healing table and I knew that the best course of action was to regress her back to the moment of death, remove any impure energies exchanged in that moment and then re-script the outcome.  The regression began, and we were in the midst of the interaction.  My client began to flinch, move and spasm on the table and I could see in my mind’s eye a large sword being plunged deep into her chest.

Here is where the subject gets a little tricky to understand.  Bear with me, I will do my best to walk you through it.  Take a deep breath.  Here we go.  There really is no such thing as time.  Time is a human creation that we use to justify and measure our experiences.  Every single thing you’ve ever done as a soul is recorded in your brain and can be recalled, just like memory on a mainframe computer.  When we access that memory, it can be very real, much like you can bring back those smells in grandma’s kitchen from a long time ago, or the happiness you felt on your wedding day.  This is how the brain and the soul work.  In a regression and re-scripting, the client and I both journey back to the point in time that requires healing and through shamanic technique, I become the observer to the situation; meaning I can see exactly what the client is seeing and feeling.

Back to the freak out….

I began to pull the sword out of my client.  It was long and deeply embedded within her.  I’ve pulled daggers, swords and various weapons out of many people before, and most come out quite easily.  This was not the case this time.  I pulled, I yanked and I used various energetic techniques.  This was something that needed to come out before any re-scripting could take place.  There was a stickiness to this sword for when I pulled on it there was a sucking sensation that drew it back in.  Finally, together we released this terrible implement of hatred.  There was immense pain and I quickly began to energetically close the wound, clear and heal it.  Placing my hands on her chest and channeling in light, my guide whispered in my ear something about “the sword of darkness.”  Well, heck yeah…that’s a good name for it!  We completed the re-scripting and session.  My client also remarked that there was something different about the sword she saw.  I told her that what I saw was a sap like substance covering it and she agreed that this was what presented to her as well.  She was pain free by the end of the session and said it felt like everything looked quite different now.

I happened to be in line waiting somewhere a short time later and got the nudge to look up poisonous sap used in medieval times.  My guides know I have been a computer nerd, thanks to my Dad, my whole life so they incorporate this into giving me information.  I was guided to a specific link that spoke of a plant commonly called Monkshood.  Here’s a small portion of the article:

“In ancient Roman times, monkshood was recognized as a potent poison and was sometimes used by assassins, such as the killer of Emperor Claudius. Soldiers sometimes coated their arrows and sword blades with the sap from the plant before going into battle.”

It went on further to explain how this plant held the most toxic poison in Europe and was used extensively in medieval times.  Talk about a freak out!  I had no clue that people would put sap on their weapons to ensure the victim’s death.  The poison within the sap would cause paralysis, vomiting and organ failure.  No wonder my guide called it, “the sword of darkness.”  During the session, I had seen the attacker preparing this sword with the sap in a dark room in a castle.  All the puzzle pieces fit together.  It made sense.  Still freaked me out by the huge confirmation, but made sense nonetheless.

I can’t explain why these things come through to me other than I know that they just do.  It’s like trying to figure out how a camera works…I have no clue, but I know I can use it and it will work when I need it to.

Pay Attention to the Signs

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Pay Attention to the Signs

 

Depending on your belief system of life and death, you may or may not believe that souls communicate from the other side of the veil once they’ve passed on.  If you doubt the fact of after death communication, I would invite you to keep an open mind and pay attention to the signs.  Heck, don’t just pay attention to them – ASK FOR THEM.

I am reminded of a time in 1993 when I’d been married for two years and my husband and I were trying to conceive our first child.  After one year of trying, I was getting pretty hopeless and down, doubting my physical issues and thinking that I was the cause of our seemingly infertile state.  I joined a prayer group at church, and we began to pray for one another’s goals.  As I repeated my prayers and affirmations, I asked my grandmother, who had crossed over, to help give me a sign that I was pregnant.  About six weeks went by, and as I was counting a deposit at work, I found my sign.  I had asked for a twenty dollar bill with my birth year on it (1969) to come into my life.  Anyone who deals with money knows that most bills in circulation are quite new and older bills are pretty rare.  I bought the $20 out of the deposit and stopped at my doctor’s office on the way home from work.  You guessed it – I was pregnant!

Much of the time, those signs show up for us when we’re not expecting them.  They are a little reminder from our loved ones that they are okay and that they are thinking of us.  I’ve been experiencing those instances quite frequently since the recent deaths of my father and father in law.

My husband and I were out to lunch last week when a Santana song began to play over the sound system at the restaurant.  Not out of the ordinary for a Mexican restaurant, but then the following song that played was the one that came on our IPod in the hospital right after George, my father in law, passed.  We took note of it and then a short time later, the song that plays in the background of the online memorial I created for George began to play.  I looked at Tim, my husband, and told him that I thought his father was trying to tell him something.  The ever doubting skeptic looked at me, smiled and laughed it off.

He then received a phone call from the minister that was performing the memorial service to go over details.  As they planned and spoke together with my mother in law, I could feel George’s presence very strong.  Tim was tasked with finding music for the ceremony.  As we returned to our meal, the song, “Somewhere in Heaven” began to play.  This is the song that plays during the memorial video we made for the service.  It is a very obscure song, beautiful in fact, but never a hit and I’ve never heard it played in public anywhere.  Tim gasped in amazement and said, “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!”

Coincidence?  Is there even such a thing?  Is it coincidence then that after that song as we discussed music to play at the service other songs began to flood through the sound system we’ve never heard before that were spot on perfect for his father – a flamenco guitar rendition of Stairway to Heaven followed by a Latin version of Dust in the Wind.  And even more so, was it coincidence that the restaurant sold this CD?  We’ve been dining there for seven years, since it opened, and we’ve never seen music for sale.  The waiter told us about the artist and when we checked the CD label it was recorded in La Mesa, CA, a few miles away from where George lived much of his life.

Other signs appeared.  George’s ashes arrived a few hours before the service while both his sisters were at the house.  We were not expecting them to be delivered till the following week, but in true form, George was never late for a party!  The technical system went crazy at the service – mics came on and shut off, music was played while other songs were supposed to play.  The video was delayed.  But it was all divinely orchestrated and perfect in it’s own right – just like George.

I remember standing at the pulpit, waiting for the background music to begin to play so I could sing the song, “My Way.”  The song did not start right away, but it was nice to have a few moments to catch my breath.  As I did, I could feel George right next to me.  The first few verses went fine, and then I began to shake.  I had to hold onto the podium because I thought my legs might give way.  I could fully feel his energy all around me, whirling around like the tornado he always has been.  He chose that song to convey to everyone what his life meant to him.  I began to cry through the second half of the song, but finished strong as his energy moved through me.  I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but as you read the lyrics to the song, I think you’ll understand what George wanted  everyone to understand:

“My Way”

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

 

Allow your heart to be open to the signs.  Watch for them.  Ask for them.  You’ve loved ones, guides and angels are always near, lovingly waiting to make known their presence.

 

 

Farewell, George. You Will Never Be Forgotten ~*~

George Garcia

How do you sum up a life of 66 years in a word?  A sentence? A paragraph?  It’s impossible.  Life is a series of experiences.  It’s a multitude of lessons combined with laughter, tears and lots of epiphanies, if you’re lucky.

One week ago today, I sat in a hospital room and witnessed my father in law make his journey home.  He’d been diagnosed with cancer about a year and a half ago, had undergone surgeries and treatments, and had devoted all his time and energy to fighting a good fight.  He loved his family more than anything in this whole world.

 I sit back and ponder the  events that all lead up to that moment in time.  Six months prior to that day, I lost my own father to cancer.  Ironic, isn’t it?  The two men in my life I’d seen as “Dad”  left this world not that very far apart from one another.  In the last few months, I’ve relied on my father’s spirit to guide me when it came to assisting George.  I could hear my father’s voice, ever so supportive and with that uncanny ability he has always had of being honest yet loving, “His body is giving out.  It is no longer able to support what he wants to do here.  He’s deciding what to do.  It’s his choice.”  The two situations so very similar to each other, as my own father’s body was not able to sustain what he wanted his own life to be.  Those words coming from someone who’d experienced the likeness of what was happening with George really hit me hard.

 How do you prepare your family for something like this when you’re feeling it energetically?  You can’t.  It’s not your place.  There is never a definite decision made until a soul makes it.  It is so similar to the birth of a baby.  A mother can get all the indications she is ready to deliver, but that baby is the one calling the shots! They will not arrive into this world until they are good and ready, just as a soul will not depart until it is their time.  All you can do, is to gently offer your love.  You give your comfort.  You offer insight when asked.  You allow the process.  But it’s never an easy thing to witness and experience.

I’ve assisted many souls transition, but with George it was quite different.  Not a huge shocker there, as George himself was one of a kind.  Most of the work we did together was done from a distance.  It was an understood agreement.  I supported him on his process and what he wanted to accept and receive.  I worked with him constantly on seeing his true worth and that the illness was not some type of punishment that sought him out because of his short comings or failures.  There were times when I would connect with him and he would not want to receive anything.  I respected that.

To all who knew and loved George, he was very opinionated, to put it mildly.  Things were “my way or the highway” on many aspects of his life. He was passionate about his family, his integrity and his ability to make things work.  He always strove for  a better way to do things, make things better.   He loved working with his hands, always creating a new project.  As I held his hands in the hospital I realized how similar they were to my husbands hands.  Funny how I never realized that in 27 years of knowing him.

And even while he was leaving, it was all “his way.”  And with his way, came lots of gifts in the process.

Many people were in and out of George’s room, paying their respects.  I watched the night before as a younger male spirit was hanging out near his bed.  I could see him so vividly and he had this huge grin on his face, knowing George would be joining him soon.  This spirit came to me in our hotel room that evening, appearing again, making sure I could see every last detail of his features.  He wouldn’t give me his name, but would instead laugh, saying that he and George went way back.  Day’s later as I saw Alfred’s face in a photograph with George, from their younger days,  I was thrown for a loop.  I’ve never experienced details so vivid and such a confirmation as the photo I saw.  Other family and friends on the other side of the veil had been gathering close to his side for quite a while.  His sisters, his friends and coworkers were all awaiting to celebrate him home.

There were so many God-winks during this time.  The ICU doctor that day, had the last name of Garcia.  She was loving, compassionate and kind as was his nurse, who shared the same name as my daughter, Ashley.  After being told he wasn’t able to talk and communicate, George woke up for an instant and looked around the room asking, “What is everyone doing here?”  He said it in the same determined voice he’s always had, and with that bewildered look we’d all grown so used to.  When his son, Cameron, hugged him for the last time, George let out a huge sigh.  When his wife, Kathy, would talk to him, you could see his face change in response to her voice.  As I was holding his hand, he kept raising it up to his head.  I would try to put it back by his side, but he wanted no part of that.  There was resistance in him when I would do this, so I let go and let his hand do what it wanted.  It went up to the side of his head and began scratching.  After being hooked up to tubes and restraints, I’m sure he had quite an itch!  It was so funny to watch him lean his head over to me as I started scratching his head.  That little smile that crossed over his lips was priceless!

George has always been very private.  It was no great surprise that he did not want to pass with a room full of people around him.  He waited until the crowd cleared out, and all that was left was his wife, Kathy, his sister, Maria, myself and Tim.

Kathy and Maria went downstairs for a break, and while standing outside, a woman came up to them.  She appeared to come out of no where.  They were both shocked and surprised as she told them, “he’s going to be fine.”  Maria explained that they were losing someone, and the woman persisted, telling them that she was sent by God with a message that he was going to be fine.  God was going to welcome George home and that he would be an angel that would watch over his wife and sister soon.  The woman gave them peace and comfort.

Shortly after they came back upstairs, we were all gathered around George’s bed, remembering the past and swapping stories.  We were laughing with one another when his breathing began to shift and change. The monitors began to go off, and we realized that what we’d been anticipating was going to happen.  I kept my hand on his heart and held his hand.  In the minutes that followed, it seemed as if time stood still.  Even with the staggered breaths he took, there was still an immense feeling of peace within him.  I could feel so much love in that room, so many angels, so many loved ones had gathered to help him release and go home.  Such a feeling of loss came over me, yet still the sweetness of seeing the light of the tunnel back home and so many gathered in his honor was a blessing all in itself.

The moment he took his last breath, the song, Winning, began to play.  George was a huge Santana fan and had talked about seeing Carlos Santana in concert when he was cancer free and strong enough to make the drive to Las Vegas.  Sadly, he never got that chance, as he was too weak to travel.  My husband, Tim, had been playing Santana music all day long for his Dad.  I’ll never forget the surreal feeling of watching George’s soul let go, and hearing the chorus to that song, “I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning and I don’t intend on losing again.”  So appropriate.  So George.

As I move through these days of grief, I remind myself of those God-winks and of all the gifts George has given me, his son, and our children.  I choose not to think of his days in pain, because that was not who George really was.  Yes, it was a part of his experience, but he never, ever let that define him.  What I will hold close to my heart are all the loving memories I have of him.

I will remember the times we would talk and he would let down those walls he kept up for most everyone else.  I will remember him looking at me in my wedding dress the first time.  I will remember the hug he gave Tim when we told him we were going to have a baby, his first grandchild.    I will remember him calling to check on me when my father died, leaving me messages when I know he knew I didn’t feel like talking.

Most of all I will remember how important family was to him.  He loved us all very much.  He leaves behind a legacy of laughter, opinions, love and pride to all in our family.

Now begins a new phase for George.  And as I write this I just keep hearing someone saying, “Just put the damn wings on, George.  You’ll still look hip, slick and cool.”

Go figure…even in Heaven, he’s gotta do it his way.

I can honestly say I’d expect nothing less.   You keep them on their toes, George.  What do they think this is, a hotel?

I love you.