Again, it is my distinct pleasure and honor to be with you all this evening, to feel your hearts, to be in the presence of such power, such beauty, and such spirit. It is a playground, if you will, to me, to see the joy, the peace and the love and the light that exists within you all.
For you are BRAVE, Dear Ones. You are courageous. You are one of the few in an infinite amount of souls on the other side who said yes, I volunteer to be human. I volunteer to come down to a place, a plane, this Earth, where things are dense and I will fit into this vehicle called a physical self and I will forget about home. I will allow a veil to be placed over my eyes and over my heart. And I will learn the duality of good and evil. I will learn the duality of love and hate.
But I will still choose LOVE.
And through choosing LOVE I will recognize my own light. As I vibrate at that frequency of light that veil will begin to thin. I will remember home. I will remember the soul and the strength that I am. I will remember my truth no matter who tries to dim my light. No matter who tries to tell me otherwise.
There are many trials and tribulations going on in your world now, going on all around you. And it is time, Dear Ones, for you to truly see your light and embrace it. So much fear is present in your world right now. There are those who are evil who are pushing the boundaries and limits of fear for this is what feeds them. This is what makes them feel powerful. And they will try to distract you. They will try to displace your focus and your concern.
Let me tell you Dear Ones, evil does not care what color you are, what religion you are, what your gender, your faith or your sexual preference is. Evil affects all if we allow it.
Dear Ones, where these is light there can be no darkness.
Do not feed into the fear of those who want power and control. See them for what they are. Band together as the Lightworkers that you are and create waves of light within this Earth plane and indeed within the universe. This battle has been going on for eons of time especially since the creation of planet Earth itself. Time and time again Lightworkers have won and continue to win. Light Warriors stand up tall against the darkness. I say these things to heed you, to give you warning. It is not to place fear within you, but to let you know your strength, and your power and your greatness. It is time to OWN that greatness, Dear Ones. It is time to take the leap of faith. Time to stand within that joy. To stand within the love that you were created in. To know that you are worthy. This is your birthright, Dear Ones; to live in a world of harmony and peace and joy; to be safe; to not feel threatened as you walk down a street or worry about where you may travel to.
You, yourselves, with your minds, and with your hearts can create a world of harmony. For as you shine your light brightly, as you believe in your light, as you embrace your truth and your soul, you illuminate the path for other souls themselves.
Imagine if you will, someone close to you being in a state of fear, and you illuminating your light so brightly that they remember their own. It is like a wildfire sparking and continuing on. You are fanning a flame so that others may remember their own truth and their own light.
These children that are upon this planet right now, they are old souls. Some call them crystalline, some call them indigo, some call them rainbow. These are Light Warriors, Dear Ones. Light Warriors who have been around since time began. They have been illuminating their light. They have been shining brightly so that others recognize and connect to their own spiritual truths, their own core essence of the soul they are. These children are here for reasons. Deep seeded reasons. If you think of the story of Lemurian crystals and how the people of Lemuria planted these seed crystals all over your planet to be found again, so records and memories and that history can be rediscovered – I tell you these children carry this same philosophy, have that same essence, that same meaning and reason for being here.
They are activators. For when you connect with these children, they cause you to remember WHO you are. They activate the vibration of home within you. You see their strength. You see their wisdom. And you want more of that. You want to see that within yourself. They mirror that vibration back to you, so you not only remember the childlike innocence, and playfulness and joy that is truly inside of you, but you remember the light of Home and you recognize it inside of yourself.
Treat these children well, Dear Ones. For those that are labeled autistic and ADHD are some of the most dimensionally connected humans upon your planet.
It is so important to bond together and release the judgment that you have, not only for others but most definitely about yourselves. There is a standard in which you criticize yourselves. When you belittle yourself, or when you compare your successes, or your failures, or your appearance, or your health, or your finances to someone else you are pulling your energy down. That is not a way to raise your vibration.
If you think of yourself as the God-Self that you are, would God criticize you? Would Mother/Father God come and tell you that your body is anything less than perfection? You ARE perfection, Dear Ones, absolutely. You have a beauty that exceeds any words that I could ever come up with. That beauty is not just within your physicality, it is within your light, your heart, compassion, your understanding, the way that you treat your fellow man. THAT is LOVE. THAT is NOT belittling. That beauty is not pulling away from your self-esteem or your self-worth.
I would urge each of you to allow yourselves to feel whatever feelings you are encountering at this time. If that is sadness, allow yourself to cry. Release it. Let it go. If you are grieving, if you are angry, if you are happy, if you are joyful – allow that emotion to express within your physical self. So much illness is present because those emotions are stuffed into a container somewhere within your physical self. This manifests as DIS-ease and imbalance within your body. Wherever these is dis-ease and imbalance your energetic patterning and energetic field cannot flow, cannot flow correctly. Think of a river that runs very clear, and very fast and circulates. When you cast doubt upon yourself, when you allow this dis-ease or imbalance to manifest within the physical, you create a dam within this river. Blocks are created within your physical and energetic system that may create a backache, a headache, an earache or even things like cancer, seizures and other diseases within your body – they all have an emotional connection, an energetic connection and a spiritual connection.
It is important to realize when you get an ache or a pain within your body to connect with your heart, Dear Ones. Ask your heart, why is this happening? What emotion is this tied to? Think about where you were when you first started feeling the discomfort. What was the incident right before the pain came on? Obviously, sometimes accidents happen and cannot always be avoided. But the majority of the time, the dis-ease and imbalance within your body has an emotional and energetic connection.
I urge you to work at keeping your systems clear and grounded. The more that you can do this, the more light you hold within yourself and the more light you anchor here upon this planet.
Together we can shine so brightly. So brightly.
It was always the intention, as souls first came to this planet, to create Heaven, Home, here on Earth. There have been times when we have achieved that vibration on this planet. It is possible once again. It is possible within your lifetime. Anything is possible, Dear Ones, if you set your mind, your heart and your soul to achieve it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sensing Spirits and Angels can be absolutely incredible! Being able to connect people with their loved ones on the other side is also very rewarding and healing. Some of what I see and sense is not comfortable, and has taken some getting used to. Some of it I will never understand and there are those instances when I will put up the barrier and down right demand that I not come into connection with certain energies.
Here’s a recent experience I’ve been dealing with over the last few days:
I was in the shower (and water is a great conductor of energy, btw, so some of our greatest visions and connections will happen around water) and a flash of a scene played out in my head. I saw a young man I connected with years ago. His face was vivid and clear. In the next instance I saw him on the floor, looking like he was passed out. Then I saw his soul leave his body. All this happened in a matter of moments. I hadn’t seen him in years. I was not close to him, had no way of contacting him, so I brushed it off. Just a weird flash of energy, I thought. Nothing more, nothing less.
Well that’s what I thought….until days later I heard through the grapevine that this man had died. He had died a sudden death, collapsing and being found hours later. The news saddened me to my core. It’s not that I felt responsible, for I know there was no way of me preventing this. I was sad because he was so young and such a beautiful soul with an amazing heart. The kind of guy that would literally give you the shirt off his back. I couldn’t figure out why I had the premonition. I don’t want premonitions. They make me feel helpless. It’s one thing to question if a certain event will happen and it’s another to be handed the information, whether you want it or not.
Years ago, when I had my first premonition, I was about 6 or 7 years old and I saw the death of a family member before it happened. That continued, and with family members I seemed to be accepting of it. Then ten or twelve years ago, I was sitting at my computer and I was shown a very intense scene – a father and son were washed away by a flash flood. I saw their bodies under the overpass, I got the name of the street. I felt the pain of their last breaths, the overwhelm of the Dad knowing he couldn’t save his son, the pressure as their lungs filled with water. I wrote the vision down and the next day looked up the street name. It happened to be in a town where a father and son were missing. They later found the bodies near the overpass of that street.
I was mad! Why on Earth would God give me this information if there was nothing I could do? I didn’t want to feel people’s deaths…I didn’t want to experience their pain. What was I going to do, call up a police department in Tim Buck Two and say oh, by the way, I was having a vision and this is what I saw? Who would believe me? Even I was second guessing my sanity.
A short time later I was asked to tap into a missing child’s case. A friend has asked for my input. I took the young girl’s photo and connected with her energy. I saw her in an open field and she was playing. Then I saw a man approach her. He lured her to his car where he did terrible things to her and later killed the child. I stopped the scene was it was playing out. It knocked me off kilter. I didn’t want to see this, didn’t want to feel it, and couldn’t separate my emotions from connecting with the evil coming from the man and the helplessness of the child. It made me physically ill. I threw up. I had an anxiety attack. It was more than my soul could bare.
I decided to make a pact with God, my guides and my Angels. I had the big pow-wow. I outlined what I was willing to do to be of service – energy work, shamanic travel, reading, connecting with the other side to bring through information to assist others. I told them I would slay the demons if need be and remove dark entities from people, homes and spaces. But what I would NOT do was allow my abilities to be used to see into situations I could offer no help or assistance. I did not want to see things in the future that were beyond my control and I did not want to be involved in murder cases or violence against children. I had to set my clear boundaries of what felt right for me.
Since that time, I’ve never had an issue. One big pow-wow, the boundaries were set and I thought it was all good, at least up until a few days ago. Why was I getting this information? I wasn’t asking for it, that’s for sure.
So tonight, I sat down with Arch Angel Michael. I wanted answers. I wanted to know why our “deal” was broken. What was the greater lesson here, cause all I was feeling was sadness and helplessness.
Arch Angel Michael’s response:
Breathe deeply, for I know you are upset. This has rocked you to your core. It makes no logical sense so allow me to show you the light within the situation.
When you first connected with this man, you saw his light. You felt his heart. You saw the passion for life within him and within the work he brought to this world. You experienced his greatness and this energy was imprinted in your mind. Though you had no personal connection with him, he impacted your thoughts on life, on humanity and on the light that can exist within a human form. You literally came into contact with his soul that day. You made that strong of a connection with him.
When he left this world, you felt that as well. The days that came before his exit point, as a soul he was pondering his demise, going over the issues of being complete with his lesson and path. You FELT THIS. You felt this soul that touched your life contemplating his death. It was merely an awareness coming into your consciousness. It was nothing more and nothing less. Just as we are all one, part of the All That Is, you felt the decision in the works for him to leave his human body and step completely into the light. You sensed the change in energy and vibration. Do not take this as a bad thing. It is not negative. Look at the amazing gift this man gave you – the ability to see a soul, to feel a heart, and to see light within motion.
Do not grieve the loss or the suddenness of the experience. Celebrate the way one soul touched another. Celebrate the realization and confirmation once again that the soul is eternal.
We are all one in the same. We are of the same light, created with the same unconditional love. Understand that as a soul you have the opportunity to touch the lives of others just as this man has touched yours. He impacted you because you chose to be open to the experience. You chose to open your heart and your eyes to truly see him in his entirety. How could that be anything less than a miracle?
Allow yourself to see the light in this, my Dear. Let go of the false belief that this was a bad experience.
Well, put in that perspective, how could I view this as anything less than a gift?
We really don’t know the impact we have on others. I spent less than a few hours time with this man, and yet he’s brought a profound awareness into my life. Think of how you impact others. When we take the time to be aligned with who we really are, we shine our brightest.
I am grateful to have connected with such a beautiful spirit. He is much loved and forever imprinted upon my heart.
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.
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.
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.
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
“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!
” 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 )
“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.
“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.
“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.
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.
How many times have you heard that phrase – “Get over it!” I’m guessing, quite a lot. From the time of childhood scrapes and falls to later on break-ups and upsets, the seasoned advice from our elders and peers can take the form of mandated , obligatory swallowing of emotion and unexpressed feelings.
Why? Because it’s the right thing to do? Because you are stronger if you don’t show how you feel? Does it make you look better if you don’t express that let-down, the anger, the pain or the sorrow that brims up within you?
That’s not the reason for the, “Get over it” many people advise. They say these words and offer this response because they are uncomfortable with expression, especially of subjects like pain, shame or loss.
Who determines when we are clear? When we have resolved old energies that have sat within us? Who sets the bar of the level of acceptable healing and expression?
If you allow anyone else to decide your comfort and expression for you, then you are truly holding back on yourself and willingly giving away your power.
Many of the issues in the world today are caused because of lack of communication, expression and the rush to just “get over” things. And when families adopt this as their pattern, generations are imprinted with the philosophy that pushing the pain down is the best way to deal with life. Want to know why things like cancer, heart disease and stroke are hereditary? Take a look at how these families deal with life and their emotions. It goes way beyond a simple predisposition of dis-ease.
Now it’s very easy to get caught up in the play by play – retelling the same story over and over, explaining your feelings and emotions. Sometimes an addiction can form by identifying so much with the drama of the story itself, as well as the reactions given when the story is shared. That is something quite different from suppressing trauma.
I am reminded of an incident that happened when I was six years old and in first grade. A little boy, named Sean, came up behind me while we were in line getting ready to go back to class from recess. He lifted up my skirt, pulled down my underwear and kissed my butt cheek. I was mortified. I began crying uncontrollably and ran to tell the teacher. I explained what happened, and Sean was punished. I was sent to the restroom to wash my face, but still the tears kept coming. I could not stop crying. I returned to class and much to my teacher’s dismay, it was quite apparent that I had not calmed down. I remember her grabbing me by my shoulders, looking down at me and grimacing, “It’s done. It’s over. Get over it. Suck it up and move on.” She shook me by my shoulders and I was scared to the point that I knew I needed to stop crying.
Get over it.
To anyone else, this may have been an overreaction of a six-year-old girl who was embarrassed to have her underwear pulled down. But to someone who’d been sexually abused, like I’d been, it was something entirely different. I had never been able to tell anyone about my uncle that molested me. I was told to keep it a secret, and I did – for decades. Who knows if the truth would’ve come out that day if I could have let the rest of that pain and shame out. It’s a possibility. Maybe the abuse would’ve stopped. Maybe my entire life would’ve been different. Who knows. I don’t put that responsibility on my teacher, but I use this as an example that we never really know all that goes in another’s life other than what we see on the surface. To hold them to a personal standard or curtail their expression because it’s more convenient is a travesty.
Want to know what happens to those emotions and pain that we readily stuff down? They manifest in the physical. That energy has to go somewhere. Many times it will appear through personality traits and redirection, but that only allows so much release. Until an emotion is dealt with and healed, it lays buried in the physical body expressing itself in a much different way. Sometimes the pain is so deep seeded, that the only way for the brain to deal with it is to hide the memory. This can result in PTSD, personality dissociation, and many other psychological issues. Because once again, that energy has to go somewhere.
I was diagnosed with ovarian issues at the age of twelve and had to have my first female exam at that time. I’d had a lady family doctor, so going to see an OB/GYN freaked me out enough, but knowing that I would have a male doctor was much worse. This man was an old school MD. His office was dark, with paneled walls and a musty smell. His desk sat on one side of the room and the exam table was on the other side of the room. We sat and discussed my symptoms, and soon I was directed to get into a gown, lay on the table and place my feet in the stirrups.
The first thing I noticed when the doctor came back into the room was the heat coming from the lamp at the end of the table as he moved it closer to me. The second thing I noticed was that he didn’t put exam gloves on.
He began his examination, which was quite painful, and I began to cry. I was embarrassed. I wanted to die. I wanted him to stop. He said he’d found a “blockage” and proceeded to get a set of surgical scissors and without any numbing agents cut me. I screamed as he did this and began to move from the table, trying to escape. He held my legs down and scolded me, telling me not to be a baby, that it didn’t hurt that bad. And as he grabbed tissues and began mopping up the blood, he said, “Get over it. You have nothing to cry about now.”
Get over it.
Well, things didn’t work out that way.
Those memories and experiences took their toll on me, both physically and emotionally. They shaped my life and by not releasing them, I faced several hurdles I had to cross. In my late thirties, this all came to a head, when one night I was pushed down on my bed by a trusted member of the family. He had followed me into my room, told me he loved me and wanted me for himself. For the first time in my life I stood my ground and said No. I pushed back at him and demanded that he leave. And that is when the childhood memories started to slowly come up to the surface. That one intense experience, where I was able to align with my power, opened a door that had been closed for sometime.
Within a few weeks, after severe bouts of pain, I had an ovarian cyst burst. As I moved through feeling the physical trauma, the emotions that I had hidden away for such a long time came flooding back into my conscious memory. I relived the experiences of abuse starting from the age of three and going on until I was eight years old. I didn’t have the perception then, that I do now, to know that this was a process of release. The emotions had stored in my sexual organs (the ovaries) and when the cyst burst, by feeling the physical pain, the emotion came forward as well. That energy was released, so the memories were released right along with it.
I can tell you with all honesty that this event turned my life upside down. When I looked for support and assistance in working through this, I turned to a friend who happened to be in the alternative health field as well. She told me about imbalances she was picking up in my energy field, and I told her what I was feeling in regards to the sexual abuse, which I believed was causing the issue. Her reply back to me was, “Get over it. In fact get the f*** over it. It’s in the past. You will never be able to do the work you need to do here until you get over it.”
Get over it. Get the f*** over it.
While all of these people who gave this advice may have meant well, their words burned into my mind and even deeper into my soul. I believed myself to be weak and inept at breaking free of the heaviness of guilt, shame and pain. But one thing was very clear to me – I could not just “get over it.” There was no magic wand, no prayer, no ritual or therapy that would instantly sweep all those lower emotions from my mind. I had to feel them. I had to express them. I had to purge them from my very existence until I could feel them no longer.
I couldn’t get over it. I had to move through it.
There are still times when I will be triggered. A photo will come up that reminds me of a memory of that time, or someone will mention something else that takes me back. I will be saddened, but now instead of pushing those emotions away, I allow myself to feel them. By doing so, I am healthier, happier and much cleared than I’ve been before.
Don’t hold back on yourself by allowing someone to dictate your level of expression. Move through the emotions at your own speed. No other soul walks the path of your journey. There is never a time limit for healing.
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:
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.