"We Are ALL ONE"

I believe we are always learning and one of my favourite past-times is to attend workshops. Some think I should be teaching myself, but my thirst for knowledge is too great to give up the freedom to absorb knowledge from others. Perhaps one day I will surrender more my free will and listen to 'My Peeps' upstairs and teach more.

This weekend I attended a workshop which was fascinating for 2 different reasons. One, was the fact that we were blending with the 'Energy of Spirit' and not just relaying data. There is a huge difference. Since I was assisting in the workshop I was able to observe without being the student and without being the teacher. It truly was beautiful to observe how others work, and how they either cluelessly 'got it' or how they thought they got it, but they really didn't.

I admit there was a time when I thought I got it for the longest time, only to realize that I didn't quite get it.

Today I get it, but it is such a responsibility to be 'In the Energy' that I wonder if I will ever be able to. I hope so.

The other part of the workshop, where I was also able to assist and observe we spoke a great deal about the fact that 'We are All One' and that we are all a part of that greater energy and consciousness regardless where you are from. It is the 'ego' that fight battles and wars, but the Spirit that always seeks peace and oneness.

I do hope there will be a day, when we will all be able too see regardless of culture, nationality or language, that we are all a part of that greater source.

Getting Back On Track

I haven't written anything for a while. Not because I haven't been working, rather because I've started questioning myself as for why am I sharing some peoples stories? Are they confidential or not?
I think this would be a question answered in so many different ways, especially depending on a person's cultural views.
It's an ethical question above all.
I have decided to continue this writing, and I will try and update more frequently.

Some people who pass, I feel strongly have a story to tell, because of injustice or other traumatic circumstances.
It's a passage of learning to pay attention to what spirit has to say.
As spirit can act as a warning for us, and then it truly is up to us to listen, or Spirit can also bring us great advice.

Being one with Spirit, or the God source is essential to live a life in harmony.

Trusting Completely in the Ocean of Life

I love listening to stories that carry hidden meanings of trust and faith. Stories that are metaphors for anything you apply it to. The stories that truly resonate with me, live in my heart.

The other day I was speaking to my acupuncturist about intuition. I have this theory that those that practice any kind of healing, that truly 'listen in' and pay attention to their intuition make for the greatest practitioners.
This goes for western and eastern medicine, as this is our nature by birth, to listen to our intuition, to listen to our thoughts and our insights.

I asked my acupuncturist, who's last name refers to one of my favourite disco songs, how she did it.

She became quiet for a minute. I suppose she may have been slightly shy to share her technique with me. I had already praised her for knowing what she was doing.

When she was growing up, living in one of the northern most states of the United States on the east coast, she told me that she would sometimes go out to sea with her father. They would at times return late at night, and her father would have to navigate ever so gently back to shore through lobster traps.
As it was pitch dark when they returned, they'd have to find their way through the quiet waves of the sea without getting tangled up.
Quietly but surely they would find their way back to shore.

Her narration of her childhood memory was very vivid, and I found myself re-living her own adventures. As she'd hang ever so slightly over the rim of the boat, looking into the sea watching for those lobster traps, inhaling she scents of seawater and seaweeds, I could sense the calmness of the sea, the mystery of what was hidden in the deep darkness. And I could see her father, ever so gently row between those traps without ever getting tangled. It's a vision that carries faith and trust.

She said, not once did they ever bump into one or even get tangled up in one of those. They are completely impossible to see in the dark, and it was all done by trust. There were no lights to show them the way, they had to listen in, to their inner voices and have faith.

Something, and someone was guiding them.
Just as life is. If we allow ourselves to trust we will find ways through the ocean of life by having that absolute faith that somehow, some way we always find the right path.

That is how mediumship is also, trusting that the information come through clearly, and that we don't get tangled up in lobster traps as we're relaying the information to the sitter.
Each human life is a lobster trap floating around in the ocean, and we too must be ever so gentle in handling those lobster traps.

Be Mindful - Trust - The Ocean of Life Awaits you

Watching Excellence at work!

This week I went to see one of my absolute favourite mediums at work. John Holland is quality through and through. One of his greatest gifts is to connect not only with Spirit, but with people here on the earth plane. He truly is a people person and he's a joy to watch.
His humour is contagious, and it's becoming more and more evident to me, when doing stage work how important it is to bring through humour and loving messages.

This event took place in an auditorium of about 500 people and the excitement was in the air. He explained quickly how he works and I know for those that do not work as mediums, it's fascinating and entertaining to hear. He brings a laughter to peoples hearts and he brings a smile to every ones face.

I was there with a few of my friends, and suddenly John said over the crowd: "Someone in the audience has an authentic Picasso!"
No reply.....
John repeats what he had seen and heard before taking a nap before the event.
Someone has an authentic Picasso.
My friend three seats down from me raises her hand and said: "It's questionable whether or not it's authentic"
John continues and said, your father is passed isn't he.
She said yes
John: "And he had an authentic Picasso"
L: "Well, it's under appraisal right now"
John: "So, it's authentic"
L: "We're not sure"
John: "Picasso's signature is on the painting"
L: "Yes"
John: "Ok, so I have your father here talking about the Picasso"
L: "Ok, I guess so..."
The message continuous and my friend understands everything.

I have to say, there aren't many people that have authentic Picasso's hanging in their homes, and getting a piece of evidence like that is amazing to me.
No wonder though, because John Holland himself is extremely creative and artistic.
I take my hat off for him for all the work he does. He truly is an amazing medium.

The Blueprint in Life

With my previous blog with J and L, they were really hoping to hear from their brother first. Interesting enough, S started the reading and then a young man in his thirties comes in to the reading. He starts by showing me holding on to the steering wheel of a motorcycle. He wouldn't let go if a few pieces of information and the young women initially didn't want to acknowledge it. Until J brakes down and said a long time ago she was involved in an accident where a man in his thirties died. She hit a motorcycle and she never even saw him. I described the damage to her car, being mostly on the right side of the car. She acknowledged that. I then spoke briefly about him leaving a wife behind and she responded positively to that too. She had met her once.
It seemed like it was a freak accident, but ever since then she's changed her life in such a way that she makes sure that people never go on the road, tired, drunk or not in a condition to drive. She's even ripped car keys out of peoples hands, that should never go on the road.
The young motorcyclist told her how extremely unfortunate it was that she was the one taking his life. It was in the blueprint and it's heart wrenching.
It was a freak accident.

"I'm in One Piece Now"

Two young women J and L came to see me today. As they come in the door a third young woman was with them, and I invited her to join us. She really didn't want to and for some reason I kept on asking her are you sure? Are you sure, inviting her over and over again. She was positive she did not want to sit with us.
So, I let it go and got started with the reading with the two sisters while the friend sat outside waiting.
As I begin the reading the two young women did not understand a word I was saying. I kept on with the same information in different words. I was allowing spirit to speak. I had connected with a younger male energy who was talking about Arlington cemetery, he showed me Washington DC, Virginia, the copying of someones name off the wall. He spoke about a military connection, yet being very young.
The sisters didn't understand a word of what I was saying until one of them said: 'Wait a minute!' Isn't that Shane, doesn't that sound like Shane.
I continued to describe his hair colour, his age and other physical things about him, and then went on into saying his passing was very violent. He showed me being picked up from the side of the road not in one piece.
He was adamant about saying that he was in one piece now.
Because the two young women didn't understand, we called the third one in K, because her best friends fiance died in Iraq.
Once she joined us in the room I very quickly told her that her friend was there, and I described the passing, not being in one piece. I continued and said his fiance or wife had to know that. He pointed at the ring finger and wanted to get a message to her. He also said his son was with him.
The friend took all this information, and I then asked if she could pass it on to his fiance.
She did and once the sitting was over with the two sisters K comes back to see me and tells me, his fiance just found out that he was not in one piece when they found him. She just got the news this past week.
So the message today was "I'm in One Piece Now"
Reminding his fiance, of the fact that his Spirit was in tact and that their unborn son was with him.
He was only 19

The Head Exploded

A lady came to see me, anticipating a psychic reading. Those that know how I work, I tend to lean more towards the mediumship. Spirit knows this too.

She told me she had been there, the previous week and she had a good experience with another medium. Yet she was hoping to get a psychic reading with that medium too.

It appears she wasn't meant to.

Before she sat down with me, I could hear 'Bang Bang' and a memory of one of my colleagues telling me about an experience she had, where a young man had shot himself in front of his friend. The friend got so terrified when he heard the message, he left the room. His wife was in the audience and told the medium to continue.

When this lady then sat down with me, I smiled a little and told her that my strengths is the mediumship, and not so much the psychic reading. She was ok with it, as I told her, my focus though would be on the psychic.

As soon as I began the reading, I felt this enormous headache, and I told her so. It was on my right hand side.

She grabs her head and said yes that is my husband.

I said to her: 'Did his head explode'?

She said, yes they had to pick his brain up from the highway and bring it in a separate plastic bag to the coroners office.

I then proceeded and began describing the young man that was with her. She gasped for air once again, and she said, no this is my other husband. He was tall 6'2 and build like a bodybuilder, just as I had described. Height and everything.

And I continued, do you understand the head exploded?

She said yes! He took a gun to his head and it literally exploded his head.

I continued the reading as her tears came running down her cheeks.

She had lost two husbands in less than 10 years, and both who's heads exploded.

I said to her: 'What is your karma in this life'?

As I continued, her first husband was extremely apologetic and all he could say he was sorry over and over again.

She said she understood.

He had done somethings with younger girls he was not supposed to.

He said in his defence that he touched them but he never touched them like they thought he did. His crime was not as severe as they thought it was. But he was devastated by everything and he couldn't live on with a burden like this. He was never convicted of anything but it was on his conscience.

His crime was not worth taking his life, and he was so extremely sorry.

As those words were spoken softness moved over the woman's face and she said yes I know. He also had come to her in a dream, and he had said the same thing, that he was so sorry, and that it was not worth loosing his life for the accusations.

The sincerity of the reading was intense, the woman then seemed content with what he had said, so I brought through her other husband.

He was a joy to work with, he was funny and kept the laughter going.

He talked about so many things, one thing that came up in the previous reading was about his ashes.

He had been cremated, and when his wife was upset with him she'd move his ashes from one room to another so she wouldn't have to think of him. He then proceeded to tell her about the trip he wanted her to make. He had always wanted to see Egypt and he asked her to bring his ashes to the river Nile.

All which came through in the reading was confirmed by her.

She was thinking of taking his ashes to Egypt to see the pyramids, and to spread the ashes somewhere in that area.

She walked away, thinking finally she'd get a psychic reading but ultimately getting yet another mediumistic reading. I do believe that people come to see mediums, because they're meant to go. They're meant to get the information that is there.

It is absolutely not up to the medium to tell people what to do, and there is a difference.

Trusting the information is key