Max Was a Mighty Good Dog: When Pets Cross Over

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.

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Affirmation and Intention: Powerful Tools for Living and Giving

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.

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Forgiveness: Truly a Two-Way Street

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?”

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Sleepless in Phoenix, Restless in Ukraine, Part Two

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.

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Sleepless in Phoenix, Restless in Ukraine

On Friday (7/17) I found myself feeling rather cross, and attributed it to not sleeping well, which I attributed to the heat.

As the day wore on, I also began hearing voices. Given my ability and profession, that’s not unusual. What was odd is that I was hearing multiple voices, none of which I could decipher into any sort of message. I also had several different moments over the weekend when I felt physically cramped, as if I were somehow boxed-in.

Many mediums report getting what I call, “woo-woo,” which is similar to a fluttering sensation in the chest. At times it’s almost indistinguishable from a panic attack, which makes it difficult sometimes to figure out just what is going on.

At this point, as I type this post, I am once again feeling “woo-woo,” and it points to a conclusion I came to earlier this morning: I’m hearing several occupants from the ill-fated Malaysian Airlines flight that was shot down over Ukraine.

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Gratitude

Recently I had a phone conversation with someone I think of as both a friend and colleague.

In what has become fairly commonplace, I first “met” him via Facebook, as a “friend of a friend,” meaning that we’d never actually met, but we had a (presumably) “real” friend in common.

This man used to live in the Phoenix area and had since relocated to Los Angeles to study acting.

There are no accidents.

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