An unexpected visit from an unexpected source. The pictures and messages came in rapid fire. I could see the lake, the pride, the name on the sign. His name. I could see the love he had for his sons. Brady Bunch. Brady Bunch? That represented the 3 step boys. 6 boys in total. That’s a mighty team for any proud Father. I could see the sickness. I could feel the sickness. I’m going to vomit. Cancer. Tubes. Machines. Death. Long and drawn out. I could see the stories being told, the love being expressed and the surrendering to Spirit. The crossing over. From over the bed. So nice of him to show me the crossing. I could see that he loved his stepson so very much, like his own. I could see the quiet moments they shared. I could see the son telling him it was OK to release. I could feel the love. I could now see the beautiful cabin. This is where his ashes were spread. He loved that. His soul soars throughout the greenery every morning. He wants me to tell his son that he loves him. That he’s proud of him. That he appreciated him being there for him. He was always the rock of the boys. The one who would be by your side in times of need. The one who won’t let go first. He’s the son you can trust. With your life. His messages were to say “thank you”. Thank you for taking caring of him. Thank you for giving him dignity when it seemed like an inconceivable concept considering the situation. In his words he said “I like my name still on the cabin. I like that my family enjoys it. I built it to share and now I share it with them. My spirit is around. When you hear the whisper in the wind, the rustling of a leaf, the crash of a wave. That is me…checking in and letting you know that I am there. As you were once for me, I will now be the Rock for you.”
A stunningly beautiful young woman with a scarred soul. She gives unconditionally to the men in her life, falls in love with them so that she can heal them, then they release when they are ready to be in the wild again. She has a definitive pattern, but didn’t understand why. That’s where the Rebel came into play. It was important to explain to the Empath that she is a healer. Has been doing it for many lifetimes. She is to love and then love some more. That’s how she heals. She takes in the heartbreak, the disappointment and processes it within her being. Cleanses the hurt for them. NOW she is seeing it! For the first time it’s hitting her…so painful in so many ways. No bandaid will fix this boo boo. It will come down to acceptance. Accepting this is her soul’s contract in life. She chose it. Now she must live it. She gets it on some level, but her craving for true love eludes her like the seductive dance of a flame on fire. Now her family life is coming into focus. What family life? Where’s the love? Where’s the acceptance? Black sheep? Misfit? Why? Why so much jealousy and judgement against the Empath? Even by her own mother? Sister? She represents their own fear and not having the courage to take chances. They prefer their safe haven while the Empath allows her wild and free spirit to take flight. I see her designing. “NO..I’m in commercial real estate”. Yes, I get that you trying to pursue the industry you feel will be more financially lucrative, but you are a business woman who was meant to work in the design industry. “Design is my passion-but there’s no money”. I have to explain to her the concept of Free Will. She can chose her own destiny, regardless of what I say, but I have to stand in my commitment that spirit is telling me that she should be in design. I asked her to at least consider a design class-just to entertain the thought of allowing it into her life. But, we all fear what makes us most passionate, don’t we? The important lesson is to not PASS on Passion.
It started slowly. Simply. She didn’t know his dirty little secret. She reached his soul like no other. She could see right through him, like a glass of water.That both filled him with excitement and fear. He didn’t know where to turn or how to turn away. They communicated via email while he was away for a family funeral. Grief. He had so much grief and loss in his life. So much death surrounded him. He met her and felt alive again, felt whole, felt like she could see his soul-because she could. They had a connection. No doubt. I could see a ring. A proposal. A fiancee. Oh, yes, he had a commitment alright. Did he not think I wouldn’t pick up on it? On the other woman? On the secret? Silly boy. I could see his struggle. His pain. His guilt. His conscience spinning out of control. I could see he had two paths to take. One ended in divorce. The other…in spending the rest of his life with his soul mate. Then I could see the 9 year old girl around him. Always around him. Did he have a daughter? Nope. He had a cousin who had been his best friend that he lost many many years ago tragically. The pain he carries for her loss. The inability to accept. The dreams she visits him in. The messages she tries to convey. Yup, that was the angel surrounding him. She was so energetic. Sweet. Kind. An Angel indeed. She showed me them playing as children. She told me she liked the new girl. She liked that he was listening to his inner compass. But no, he wouldn’t listen to that inner compass after all. He refused to allow himself such happiness especially if it meant making a difficult decision. He didn’t deserve happiness his inner belief system convinced him. Especially if it meant leaving his box of fear. So much easier that way. Just pull the covers over. It will go away. She will go away. Forever. You can give the soul the lesson. Doesn’t mean they will listen to it. Easy enough. Enough said.
The Performer-A triple threat. She has it all from the voice, to the talent… to the look. Then what’s holding her back? Where’s the level of success she deserves? Through the reading it was discovered and uncovered her own fear of not wanting to make others feel “bad”, less fortunate or that she had a “chip” on her shoulder. She was worried about what others might think of her success. Others opinions? Her own fear had become such a debilitating factor in her career that she had no career. She had once tasted success and had managed to push it away. Like the scorn lover who cannot allow their heart to love again. I could see her new look, she needed to darken her hair, grow the bob, sharpen the image, own herself and allow the powerhouse she was on the inside to show herself on the outside. To express herself naturally and without hesitation or limitation. To be free and open and allowing the presence of spirit to guide her in her choices. Ahhh…her mother wants to visit. Such a kind woman. Came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, said “my baby girl”. “That’s what she always called me”-said the performer. The mother is showing me the illness, the drawn out sickness sucking the life from her being. The performer taking care of her, denying, resisting, bargaining-the classic 5 stages of grief in the works. I see the performer looking for cures in books, but what the performer failed to see was this lesson was about release not remission. The performer has a show to prepare for-wants visions-ideas. The mother is now excited! She wants a part in it. Showing the details and the music. What song is to be played for the performance? “I will always love you” by Whitney Houston. “That’s my favorite Whitney song!” exclaims the performer. Well, then perfect. The performance should should be simple, with the symbol of the mother in all black sitting on a stool while the performer dances around struggling to let go, release, holding on, resisting, resenting, the anger, angst, hurt all in one performance. Then the acceptance. Now…this is art imitating life. The performer is on a path of accepting her own gifts and giving back in a way that doesn’t hold her back from her potential because she is…after all…a triple threat.
Some people are born with a gift. Some know it. Some learn it. Some ignore it…. Some flat out run from it.The healer…she knows her purpose. She just hasn’t fully accepted or embraced it, but it excites her, tantalizes her, intrigues her like a fling on a hot summer night. She’s ready for this leap, this jump, but she must first trust herself. It’s always wonderful to be validated, but more rewarding for the recipient to be surprised, caught off guard at how well you know them. It’s as if you know their soul. As if there’s a connection. As if? What IF we are all connected? Knew she was working from a separate space. I mentioned a fountain in the room, she’s not too far from the stream, where you can hear the water running from outside. Mention renovations..oh, yes, working on that now she said. Knew she needed to open up. Expand her limits, expectations, and let go of the infamous “checklist”. Yes. She had one of those. Going to toss that out the window now. Knew she had never been married. Knew her father was worried that she would think he wouldn’t be there to walk down the aisle with her, but even on the other side…he will be there. He will walk “his little girl” when the time comes. Not yet though..there’s a little more learning to do. This person has an amazing soul…she is incredible. She will now move forward and help others…she just must believe in herself. Isn’t that what we all need? A little faith? Saw her dad had a piece of jewelry on a chain. She needs that on her wedding day, it was a necklace she said. Her grandmother is proud of her. Very appreciative that she helps to take care of her mother at an elder age because the others have bailed out on the responsibilities. Her grandmother has passed, but like any mother, that worrying for their child never ceases, not on this plain or any other that exists. That bond is NEVER broken. I hope I gave the healer enough direction, motivation and inspiration to move forward. She is amazing and I want to make sure she is “unleashed” to the world because truth be told, we could all use a “healer” in our world.
Sadness, depression, feeling hopelessness. That’s what I saw from her photo. It was hard to allow my vibration to raise to meet her soul for our appointment, but I knew I had a few messages. I knew she needed to hear them. She’s in the wrong field. She should be helping people. She could’ve been a nurse. Helping children. Something with children. But, how is she going to pay the bills? How does she take that risk? That leap of faith, but her soul is at risk. How does she NOT? I said she was a natural healer of people. Her grandmother is her guide. There is something about Pearl. I can’t figure this one out. Pearl necklace? Pearl Harbor? What???? I’m hoping the answer will present itself because she (the grandmother) wouldn’t let it go.I saw both her cats had passed. They were her guides here. They are her guides there. One the feisty trouble maker. The other? He just sits casually on his throne throwing orders around like sardines. Told the nurturer that we have to find the light in her eyes again. It’s dark and diminished there. Turn on the light Let the sun shine through. Open the blinds. Whatever it takes.
She was lonely. I could feel it immediately. A sense of neediness, but such a gifted, genuine human being, she’s the giver…not the taker. She hasn’t learned to ask for anything for herself, rather she sacrifices her own spiritual well-being to make those around her feel loved. Her reading was based on her father stepping forward and her guides trying to tell her to push her boundaries. To fulfill her soul's desire to fly, run, relax and be present. She has dreams of sailing and realities of settling.
He is a gifted writer who became lost climbing a corporate ladder that he didn’t even want to be a part of anymore. He was unable to release from the rung so his guides stepped in and stepped on his fingers forcing him to release his grip. The fall left him confused, nervous, and unable to get up and find direction. That’s when he came for his rebel reading. I let him know that he was truly has a talent that he is to use, to share and to earn a living from. He is to write what he knows, express what he doesn’t and be brave enough to know the difference.I helped him see that he doesn’t need the approval of others to feel good about what he is doing nor does he need it as confirmation that he is on the “write” path. His soul is telling him loud and clear what the next step is to be for him.I guided him to find a job that will “pay” the bills, use his body and connect to people who are more like-minded. Then his mind will be at ease and his soul will take over and guide his hand to write the most moving and incredible words that have been caged inside of him for much too long. Through fear we hide, we remove ourselves, we “go with the flow” because that’s what society tells us to do, but I told Writer…to move beyond the fear…Go. Write. And he did. That night and each day thereafter.
Last night I had a wonderful reading with whom I will refer to as Warrior. A young soul with an old cycle. His surprise, perplexity and deep thought inspired me to want to reach deep inside of him to guide him see what was so obvious to me. I was able to know that he was a nature man, a warrior man, a man of core and strength. His deep thoughts and constant questioning of the universe has made him feel unfulfilled in this place we call the here and now. The buzz of people and the business of work.I knew he should go away, in the middle of nowhere, Be a survivalist-to go get himself. He wasn’t lost mind you..he knows exactly where he is… he just needed to go reclaim himself. I felt it should be Alaska or Canada (Vancouver to be specific). Yes, now THAT he could relate to.I knew he was in post-production, I also know that it doesn’t fill his soul. He is an artist, he is a solo soul. Meant to help others, change the perception of those around him.I knew he suffered from depression, liquid suicidal thoughts move through him like water down a stream, but his core and strength push him through those moments of despair and disconnect. He is a warrior.Once he finds balance, he will begin to have hope. That is the key. He can no longer allow this realm to swallow him whole and leave him feeling worn, tired, hollow. He has a mission to accomplish.
Read for a friend’s sister last night and a few lovely messages found their way thru. One was that the sister was about to embark on a 2 year expedition for work and was taking her dog Cobe. I mentioned that she should leave the ashes there and not bring them home. She started to cry and I said that I was sorry as I didn’t know why I would say that, but she confirmed that both she and her sister had literally just talked about that scenario a couple of days before so it was an incredible validation. We then started talking about a great friend who had passed away. You know, it was one of those friends that makes you feel connected, loved and accepted. I asked if the family was religious and she said “no” that they claimed to be atheist. I replied “that’s strange because I see people praying over him on the last night with a father”-She then told me that they had his last rights read to him by a priest on his last night. Remarkable! Even if you aren’t sure how the pieces will fit together and you are afraid of putting something out there to only be completely wrong…remember….you can only be validated if you take the risk!. *Update: Cobe passed away 13 months after this reading.
Today I was able to give the best wedding gift of all to a beautiful newlywed couple, the message from a loved one who has passed on.
Last night I met my girlfriend for our usual Wednesday night drinks. However, this time, she brought her friend who I’ll refer to as “the Baker”. The Baker wanted to get to know me better in her search for a life coach. Unbeknownst to us, she was about to get a visit.