While I’m never surprised by words or images that pop into my head – it’s how spirit talks to me – I’m often amazed by the long-lost thoughts that pop out of my memory. Case in point: During a recent radio show, I was on the telephone with an American interviewer, and she asked how […]
As I walked Rosie into my office, I watched the way the woman’s eyes darted around the room. I wondered if she was going through one of those mental checklists of things people expect to see in a psychic medium’s reading room. I smiled, remembering one client who had asked in a disappointed voice, “Where’s
My husband, Benjamin, was telling me about a shaman he had interviewed. The native woman works with the dying, and is often called to go into a hospital room and assist someone who’s either not conscious, or slipping in and out of consciousness. “She claims to be able to communicate with people through telepathy,” Benjamin
I’m just back from a week in Lily Dale, where I worked at several outdoor message services while Benjamin helped Sharon Klingler with her week-long mediumship workshop. My week had many highlights, including jumping up on a bench (like Sally Field in the movie Norma Rae) to give messages because a microphone stopped working, meeting
After a day of giving psychic and mediumistic readings to clients, it’s nice to relax with a cup of tea and a good book. A few afternoons ago, I decided to do something different – I made an avocado smoothie (great for the heart), then opened the new Nora Roberts novel. My friend Rochelle’s face
I recently taught my seminar “Manifesting Your Mate” at Lily Dale, New York, one of the largest Spiritualist communities in the world. Every summer, the gated Victorian village offers, among other things, classes in mediumship, personal growth and spiritual development. My workshop taught men and women how to be receptive to finding a likeminded individual
A few weeks ago I served as guest medium at the Muskoka Spiritualist Church in Bracebridge, Ontario. Just as I was about to begin, a spirit interrupted my thoughts and asked me to mention “earthly” patients who link in with me because they want to get their messages to their loved ones. Basically, I told
Abigail telephoned to book a session, but after talking with her for a few minutes, I realized what she needed was something I wasn’t sure I could give. She needed someone in spirit to tell her she had made a correct decision, which would lift a burden of guilt from her shoulders. I told Abigail
I was about to close the office for the day when the telephone rang. It was 4:59 pm, just seconds away from when the answering service would click on. It had been a tough day for readings; several mothers had come to me wanting to connect with their children who had passed into spirit. Those
When I greeted Juliette at my office door, I immediately sensed her sorrow. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was flecked with streaks of grey. As I escorted the well-dressed lady into my reading room, I thanked her for coming to see me, and tried putting her at ease with pleasant chitchat about the weather and her
