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.


Reactions in the Event of Death



Reactions in the Event of Death


This subject is a very “touchy” one and one that I do not take for granted or lightly by any means.

Is there a “right” and a “wrong” way to react in the event of death?   I’ll let you be the judge of such things.  Each of us has our own coping mechanisms, our own way of dealing with the feelings that come up when there is a death that affects us.  The overwhelming waves of sadness, shock, grief, anger and rage can all be a part of reaction.

I write about this subject in the wake of the tragic school shootings in CT a few days ago.  My sincere condolences to all the families affected by this senseless tirade go out.  I can’t even begin to imagine the pain they must all be going through as well as those who witnessed this tragedy and all their friends and families connected to the event.

Within hours of the report of this violence, the debates began: gun control, mental health issues, political agendas, school safety, training our children for combat, etc. etc. etc.  Sensationalism reigned over our news feeds and misinformation was delivered about many key details.  More focus seemed to be on the person that caused this horrid act than was placed on the victims.  With all of our technology available, from video live feed to internet, have we lost our sensitivity?  Do we need to be privy to all details of how this event transpired, or can we trust our police officials to make the right decisions?  Can we instead focus on the innocent children and adults who are no longer with us?

With the deathing work that I do, I have had the privilege of being at the side of many who have passed.  I have also lost many who are very dear to me, most recently my father.  When my father passed, all I wanted was to be comforted.  I wanted to be held.  I wanted to numb and not feel anymore.  I wanted to remember every second I ever spent in the company of this remarkable man.  I didn’t want to hear about the things he could’ve done differently regarding his health.  I didn’t want to hear about cancer reforms or what political party was getting kickbacks from big pharma.  All I wanted, really, was to remember his love.  Had I experienced the negative reaction, I don’t know how I’d have been able to cope.

With the families of the loved ones I’ve assisted in transition, they also just wanted to honor and remember the person who’d passed.  Many times with the uncomfortable emotions that death can stir, people can react in a variety of ways; some helpful, and some not quite so helpful.  It is easy to push the sadness and grief away from the forefront and focus on other points to relieve the stress and anxiety.

Death is never easy, no matter which way it comes to pass.  Whether it is a known inevitability or a sudden act, it is never easy for the ones left in it’s stead.  Grieving is a vital part of the healing process.  May we assist those within this process by sending them prayer, good energy and compassion.

I received and email from a student of mine that was quite broken up by the school shootings.  She asked me how could God allow such terrible things to happen and what was the Angel’s perspective.  I replied to her that I am far beyond the grasp of God’s divine understanding, but that I would bring forth what information came to me from the Angels.  This is what came through:

“Were you to know the the reasons as to why this tragedy happened, would it make the pain suffered any less? Would the grief sustained be shortened in any way?

This is the time Dear Ones, to step out of your continual logical mind thinking  and step fully and completely into your hearts. Embrace one another. Show love. Shine your light. 

To heal these deep wounds requires bonding together, leaning on one another and holding each other tightly. It is not the time for arguing and negativity. It is the time for remembrance of what has been lost and comforting those in need. 

Do not contemplate on things beyond your control or point blame. Center your energy instead on what is within your free will – Love; pure, simple, unconditional love. 

Love shared with another is the greatest gift on Earth. Send your love freely to those who lost their lives and to their loved ones.”

I believe these statements hold true to all instances of death, and I am grateful for this enlightenment.

May we share the greatest gift of Love with each other in all times.

Angel Blessings to you all,


Looking into Other Dimensions

Seeing Into Other Dimensions

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

I am often asked the question, “What is it like to see what you see?” or “How do you see what you see?”

The best way to explain this is by showing you this photo.  I wish I could blow it up larger on this page.  I’m sure I can find a way to link to another site where you can get a better view.

On November 11, 2008,  I  had the divine privilege of helping several children cross over that had been stuck here in this dimension.  Because of the sorrow and grief still felt by their families, these children were pulled to stay where the families came to grieve for them.  I had seen these children several instances as I drove by the cemetery where they are buried on a daily basis.

A dear friend of mine, Regina Murphy, has a son, John, who is also buried at this cemetery.  One morning while driving past the cemetery, I looked towards the children’s section and saw John standing playing music to a group of children gathered around him.  It was so sweet and comforting.  I shared the information with Regina the next time I saw her.  A few days later she emailed me saying that John wanted us to help these children cross over.  I quickly agreed and we set up a time to meet.

I woke up the morning of November 11th with the image of John and the children again.  He was playing music and teaching them to line up and dance in a conga line kind of fashion.  It was like they were dancing the bunny hop.  At about 4:20pm I arrived at the cemetery.  It was still light outside and the crisp autumn air made me very glad I had dressed warm.  I walked around the children’s area, and was amazed to see so many babies buried there.  As I walked around, I could feel the children’s energy all around me.  They began to follow me.  They were attempting to play tag.  Just as they would almost touch me, I would turn around and they would run to hide behind a tree or tombstone.  These beautiful little spirits still carried so much playfulness even in a place where grief and sadness dwells.  I explained to the children why I was there and that they would have the opportunity to cross over if they chose to do so.  I looked on the ground and saw a marker with the name John Joseph on it and across from it another with the last name Murphy.  It was John’s way of letting me know he was there and soon his mother, Regina arrived.

Regina placed a statue of Mother Mary on the ground and lit a candle.  She gathered her tuning forks and began walking around hitting the forks together to lighten the energy.  I was communicating with the Angels, asking Gabriel to bring down the tunnel of light.  Regina said that the children wanted me to sing and the words to Jesus Loves Me began to come through.  As I sang and Regina lifted the energy, I could see the children lining up in a formation much like I had seen that morning when I woke up.  John was there, and each child would approach him, hug him, and then walk into the tunnel of light and cross.  I have helped people and spirits cross, but not on this level where there were so many and never where I could see multi dimensionally like this.  It looked like a big grid lines with energies and colors going up and across all through this part of the cemetery.

There was one small boy, who was frightened and did not want to cross.  He held onto the trunk of a tree not wanting to let go.  Regina went over to that area and used the tuning forks to help him.  John walked over and took his hand and led him to the light.  There standing in the light was another child who looked much like him.  She held her hand out to him.  He took her hand, they embraced and then they were gone.  I looked over by the tree and saw the headstones of a brother and sister and knew these were the children I had seen.

The energy had lifted and now a great healing could begin.  Not just for the children, but also for the families.  Regina had taken pictures while we worked.  She uses a normal digital camera and with the help of her son who has passed, captures amazing proof of spirits and other dimensions.  I was explaining to her what I had seen on a multi dimension level right before she captured the photo above.  If you look closely, you can see the images and the faces of the children who had crossed that day along with the spirits and angels who assisted them.

A picture is worth a thousand words, this is true.  There are not enough words to explain the depth of love and compassion I experienced that day.  I am completely grateful to have witnessed such a remarkable miracle.

I share this with you to show that there really is no death.  We continue to go on even when these physical vehicles we call bodies are gone.  It is difficult for we as humans to remember this when we lose people who are so dear to us.  I hope to shine the light on this difficulty by sharing stories like this one.

For more information on Regina Murphy and her amazing work, please check out her website at www.loveinactioninc.com .

To look at a LARGER view of the photo above (its much easier to see the children with a full screen image) go to my album on photobucket, here

Love & Laughter,