The following discourse is taken from an email exchange I had recently with a client regarding the afterlife.
Traditional religious imagery (and the significant emotional baggage it often brings with it) are sometimes difficult to reconcile when we are presented with another view of what happens when we cross-over.
Continue reading “The Afterlife: It’s Not a Retirement Village”
I’m pleased to share with you my interview with the SanTan Sun News.
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I’m very grateful for the opportunity to share my story with others.
I’m very happy to announce that my interview with Mr. Mark McNease, creator of lgbtSr.org, is now live!
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Continue reading “I Am Interviewed on the Aged to Perfection Podcast!”
This is going to be a fun post!
(Well, they’re all fun, but I have an especially good vibe about this one).
And having said that, this one might run a bit long, so stick with me, folks!
First, a brief explanation of this post’s title. “Once touched, never forgotten; never forgotten, always touched” is the greeting and farewell used by my spirit guide, Charles, and his people. It’s their version of “Aloha!”
And it’s appropriate because we’re going to talk about previous lives and how we are forever touched by the people (and pets) and experiences we have in those past lives.
Continue reading “Once Touched, Never Forgotten”
One of my readers dropped me a quick line to ask if mediums can see in the dark.
This is a great question!
Continue reading “Reader Mail: Can Mediums See in the Dark?”
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but felt I needed some time to contemplate, observe, and most importantly, grieve. You see, this past June, I was faced with the heartbreaking decision to euthanize a beloved pet.
Max was a “Schnoodle,” a Schnauzer-Poodle mix with incredibly long, spindly legs. I adopted him when he was 5 years old. When he was younger (and had all four of his legs) he could leap like a gazelle.
Over time, Max lost a hind leg to cancer, lost one eye to a torn retina, went totally blind from SARD (Sudden Acquired Retinal Deficiency) and then, as a final insult, lost the remaining, blind eye to a medication-related mistake.
Despite all this, he lived to be over 15 years old, and was swimming in the pool earlier this summer, just like every summer before.
Continue reading “Max Was a Mighty Good Dog: When Pets Cross Over”
Occasionally, a medium will encounter a spirit who is unknown or totally forgotten to the client. It isn’t common, but in my experience I’d estimate that between five and ten percent of the spirits I encounter could be deemed as party-crashers.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Sometimes.
Continue reading “Unexpected Visitors: Spiritual Party-Crashers?”
I have a dear friend. We met in a stand-up comedy class, which taught us both some valuable lessons about writing, performing and the nature of the business. It was a great experience, to be sure. But it paled in comparison to meeting this wacky and wonderful woman who I now count among my closest friends in the world.
Without really trying, she taught me the concept of affirmation.
Continue reading “Affirmation and Intention: Powerful Tools for Living and Giving”
I have been reminded recently of certain topics that nearly always come up during a reading.
The client, also referred to as the “querent” (from the Latin quærēns, “seeker”) tends to ask one or more of the following questions:
“Is ____________ okay?”
“Is ____________ happy?”
“Does _________ hear me talk to them?”
Perfectly normal, reasonable questions you’d ask about anyone you care about, whether they are in the physical world or if they’ve crossed-over.
There’s another question that seems to come out fairly regularly, and it comes from the spiritual realm just as often as it does from the physical:
“Does ______________ forgive me?”
Continue reading “Forgiveness: Truly a Two-Way Street”
Before I toddle off to bed I wanted to offer a follow-up to my previous post regarding my possibly picking up on spirit chatter from the Malaysian Airlines crash in Ukraine.
I had a “waking vision” that was rather disturbing, both physically and emotionally. I was in a small seat, surrounded by others in small seats. I looked forward and just as I focused on the people in the front row, I saw a flash of light enter the space, at approximately 45 degrees, from the lower left side of the floor, and up through the space we occupied.
Then, I heard (for the first time) a single voice, immediately to my right, say, “Oh, no… .”
And then, as the vision went dark, I felt a profound sense of falling.
Continue reading “Sleepless in Phoenix, Restless in Ukraine, Part Two”