I find television shows that feature mediumship are both a blessing and a curse to those of us who practice this profession. It’s a blessing because the programs have brought spirit communication to the general public and legitimized what we do. Polls often show that a great percentage of people believe in life after death. […]
When the same question from clients comes up in session after session, I have to take notice. Especially when that question is one I have lately been asking myself over and over again.
Ava was in tears. Not only had she just lost her best friend, but people close to her – folks she usually counted on for support – were acting cold-hearted by telling her things like, “C’mon, get over it!”
Jessica was feeling the kind of guilt some of my clients express when they tell me they’re falling in love with someone – and they’re troubled because they don’t want to think that they are replacing the spouse that had died.
I could tell my Zoom session with Bruce would not go well. When the middle-aged, mustached fellow appeared on my screen with a scowl glued to his face, I took a deep breath and centred myself. Then, what he said didn’t make my life easier.
My client’s deep grief was like a tsunami that pounded through my video screen as we began our Zoom session. The sadness caught me unaware, even though I had meditated for ten minutes before the sitting (which I always do to open myself to spirit and my guides). But Beatrice’s sorrow was so strong, so
Agnes was a cancer survivor – no, Agnes IS a cancer survivor. The semi-retired life-skills coach is still with us, still seeing clients (though not as many) and still volunteering at the food bank when she can. And she can’t wait to begin taking tai chi classes. To what does she attribute her positive attitude
While collecting stories for a book about people who work in hospice and palliative care, my husband spoke with a Buddhist chaplain, who explained how he helped to turn one mother’s grief into a healing process for her whole community. Here is his story.
My Zoom session with Phyllis began well. As I centred myself and asked for guidance, I sensed a young male energy nearby. I described the spirit – tattoos on his arms, a stud piercing the skin below his lower lip, among other details – and Phyllis confirmed that was her son in spirit, who had
Facebook has just classified me as a “grey.” No, not one of those greys from the Pleiades or whatever dimension ETs come from. My Facebook account has been given the designation “grey,” meaning my page is “a security issue.” Seems that some trolls have tried to get into my account and failed, so Facebook finds
