Saturday, December 4, 2010

In The Light

A shadow of joy flickered; it is me.
I told you I wouldn't leave
My memories, my thoughts are imbedded deep in your heart.
I still love you.
Do not for one moment think that you have been abandoned.
I am in the Light.
In the corner, in the hall, the car, the yard ~ these are the places I stay with you.
My spirit rises every time you pray for me, but my energy comes closer to you.
Love does not diminish; it grows stronger.
I am the feather that finds you in the yard,
the dimmed light that grows brighter in your mind,
I place our memories for you to see.
We lived in our special way,
a way that now has its focus changed.
I still crave your understanding
and long for the many words of prayer
and good fortune for my soul.
I am in the Light.
As you struggle to adjust without me,
I watch silently.
Sometimes I summon up all the strength of my new world
to make you notice me.
Impressed by your grief,
I try to impress my love deeper into your consciousness.
As you should, I call out to the Heavens for help.
You should know that the fountain of youth does exist.
My soul is now healthy.
Your love sends me new found energy.
I am adjusting to this new world.
I am with you and I am in the Light.
Please don't feel bad that you can't see me.
I am with you wherever you go.
I protect you, just as you protected me so many times.
Talk to me and somehow I will find a way to answer you.
Mother, Father, son or daughter, it makes no difference.
Brother, sister, lover, husband or wife, it makes no difference.
Whatever our connection ~ friend or even foe ~ I see you with my new eyes.
I am learning to help wherever you are, wherever I am needed.
This can be done because I am in the Light.
When you feel despair, reach out to me. I will come.
My love for you truly does transcend from Heaven to Earth.
Finish your life with the enthusiasm and zest that you had
when we were together in the physical sense.
You owe this to me, but more importantly,
you owe it to yourself.
Life continues for both of us.
I am with you because I love you
and I am in the Light.
-- Author Unknown

Monday, July 19, 2010

Welcome Home, Son...

Thanks Dad. It's good to see you. It's been so long!

I know, I know. I was called away too soon by Earth's time. I'm sorry to have left you when you were in medical school, but I was needed here. Your Mother carried on for both of us.

Oh, David, my firstborn. Come let me look at you.

Mom! I've missed you!

I've been waiting for you; to help you adjust. Look over here, your grandmother wants to welcome you too.

Hi Granny! I've missed you too.

Hello David. My, you look just like you did when you were a little boy. Haven't changed a bit. But you know that from now on, you will be feeling younger and lighter as time goes on. Not Earth time, of course...

Well, I do feel much lighter. I can fly. And I can breathe......

Son, what's that light down there?

Aww, Dad......Wendy's grieving. She's lit a candle and placed it under the oak tree. Grandfather Oak she calls it. The candle is to guide me towards the light, but I didn't think I needed any help. The Light was so strong on its own.

Ah, David. Don't you know? Every prayer, every thought, every candle or light sent your way sends loving energy with it. Energy that you need to transform into your new being.
Wendy needs signs to show her that the two of you haven't lost your connection. She needs to know you are in a harmonious and peaceful place.
And you need her love and energy to guide you gently and smoothly, along your new path.
You have a lot to learn....

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Opening the Portal...

A hush settled over the faerie gathering.

All activity slowed and grew silent.

"What's happening?" ventured the Young Faerie.
"Hush," admonished the Elder. "Do not stir the energies."

The Young Faerie closed her mouth and watched.
Nothing happened.
She grew restless, wanting to move. A frown from Elder stilled her movements once more.

And then she heard it. Faintly at first. A soft tinkling like tiny silver faerie bells. A shiver of sound. One by one the faeries lifted their faces towards this beautiful music. One by one each face was illuminated.... glowing..... as if lighting a room full of candles.

A soft vibration, a shimmer, rippled through the group.
It is Time Now.
Lift your voices in song.
Spread your wings in flight.
Surround this Beautiful Soul with Love as we guide him into the Afterlife.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

A Soul Preparing to Leave....

The faeries are restless; a stirring of the Air; a gentle breeze.
A coming together of the villages.

A Soul is preparing to leave Earth.
Faeries gather around to assist.

They weave fine clothes, sewn with serenity, peace, and homecoming.

They sew gauzy wings, full of love, music, and swiftness.

What's going on, a young faerie asks?

A Soul is preparing to leave the Earth Plane and we must help.

Because this is what we do. Otherwise there would be no meeting of Worlds. The Humans would stay in their World and we would stay in ours. No Veil. No Crossings. Each World separate.

There was much movement in the Air. Faeries coming and going. Each one performing a function. Each one important in the Ceremony. Lots to do. An ebb and flow to the movement. Each one connected by the heart. Each one knowing just what was needed.

When? asks the young faerie.

We don't know.
Only the Great Spirit knows the answer to this.

We just prepare.
We just do what we are guided to do.

But what if the Human is not ready?
Ahhhh, then we wait.
And sometimes we leave that Human alone for a while and go on to someone else.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The faeries had a party last night......

.....and sprinkled powdered sugar over everything.... Oh, they are naughty.....Spring was here only yesterday....

Stone door is really an entrance to the Otherworld.....

Powdered sugar frosting the evergreens.....turning them into a delicious delicacy....

The skirt of this ancient oak tree is covered in white powdery icing sugar. I think the faeries overdid it this time, don't you?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


I have heard from a book publisher!
They want to publish my book!!!

Yippeeeeee - I am over the moon!!!

I started writing Reading Between The Lines about 15 years ago. Put it down, picked it up, life happened, etc. etc. Send it off to a publisher 9 years ago. Got rejected. Sent it off to another one. Same story. Gave up.

Over the past year, I'd begun looking at publishers once again.
Well, yesterday, I got the good news! It will take time.
My book will come out in about a year and a half.
But the process has begun!
I am sooooooo happy!!

I started writing articles on palmistry for The Journal of Alternative Therapies, here in Montreal. I wrote some more for Everchanging Magazine in Burlington, Vermont. After a while, I decided to put all these articles together into a book. It did not sound right, so I did a lot of editing, and changing. I grew along with the book.

This is a healing book; a book of my experiences reading people and helping them along their pathway.
Will keep everyone posted.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Universe works in strange ways....

A couple of days ago, I chose a card from Esther and Jerry Hicks "Well-Being Cards".

The card said: I am learning that all problems resolve themselves.

The expanded version on the reverse of the card elaborated:
When you have a problem, a desire exudes forth from you,
and Source hears it
and answers immediately.

Once you remove your attention
from the problem, you then allow
the solution.

Give birth to the question
and let it go - and allow
the answer to flow.

Timely advice. And a good reminder. Especially when worrying about Hubby's health (or lack of to be more specific).

However, on that day a couple of hours after I'd pulled this card, the doorbell rang.
It was 10:00 in the morning on a week day. Who could it be?

Over the course of the past few weeks, Hubby mentioned that someone had been ringing our doorbell, usually in the afternoon, just when he was about to take his nap. It happened 3 or 4 times. He no longer has the energy to answer the door, so if I'm not home, the call of the front door bell goes unanswered.

I opened the door to a middle-aged man, who looked familiar.
"Bonjour madame, ca fait long temps!" and he continued on in french.....

Turns out he was the technician who installed new windows in our garage last summer. I'd been calling the company last fall to come back and fix a caulking problem. The caulking had separated from the window edge, leaving a couple of gaps. I was worried that cold air and water would enter the garage. Not good.
I was angry that nobody had come back to fix this problem. Yes, it was a minor problem, but I had spoken to the sales person several times, only to be reassured that somebody would be by to fix it.

Then winter arrived. Forget it - will have to wait until Spring.
I know this is just an annoying problem, but I get really angry when I feel like I'm being ignored. After all, I'd paid good money to have those windows installed. In other words, I'd done my part. Paid up in full right away. Why then can't this company do it's part and fix their error? I felt neglected. Well, next time I will just choose another company if I need any more windows installed.

So, this morning, standing on my doorstep was the man who had installed those windows (way back in August), telling me he was in the area and would now fix the gaps in the caulking.

Ha! Well, I had certainly let this problem go - over the whole winter. And in doing so, allowed the problem to resolve in its own time. Getting angry and calling the company had not worked.

And maybe two problems were resolved that morning. Was this the same man who had been ringing our doorbell?

Interesting what happens when you shift your focus.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Reading hands

"You will have a robbery," said the woman sitting across from me, holding my hand.
"Excuse me?" A robbery? What on earth?

"Do you have a dog?"
"Oh, that's o.k. then. Your house is protected. You don't have to worry."

Protected? That's a hoot.

Fifteen years ago now. I was living in a rented townhouse with my 3 children, all of whom were attending school. The eldest two also had part-time jobs. My youngest was still in high school. As you can imagine, there were comings and goings all day long. Our doors were never locked. One morning as I was preparing to leave the house for work, I reached out to unlock the front door, when I discovered it wasn't. Locked. Somebody had left it unlocked all night.

Being the philosophical person I am, I shrugged and went on my way. How would a potential thief know that my door, out of all the doors on the street, was not locked last night? And we did have a dog. And two cats. And do thieves walk up to the front door and turn the knob? Don't they try to sneak in the back door, or break a window?

Before my divorce, we lived in a detached house in a residential neighbourhood, not far from this townhouse. It was a nice neighbourhood, where neighbours looked out for one another. I had always felt safe. Our "open-door" policy was the same back then too.

Hubby (my first husband) would leave the house first in the mornings. Then my eldest son. Then me and lastly my younger two. They took the school bus. In those days they were bussed home for lunch. I am sure most days, our doors were left open. I was never a stickler for locking doors. We had a dog back then too. And nice neighbours. No need to worry. My mother would scold me at times, but I never listened. Nor did I have the energy to enforce "lock the door" rules.

Strange thing happened. We divorced and sold that house. A young couple moved in. Both worked. No dog. A couple of months after they'd moved in, the house was broken into. I felt bad. Our doors were always open. A thief could have walked in any time at all. But nobody did.

This nice young couple went to work every day, making sure their doors were locked. How unfortunate that somebody must have been watching. Somebody knew that house was empty all day. They must have broken in when the neighbours were away too.

Back to that woman holding my hand. I was having my palm read at a Psychic Fair. Some of what she told me back then came true. Some things did not.

I believe that you attract what you focus on.