I was visiting Paletta Lakefront Mansion in Burlington, which is supposedly haunted by the ghost of industrialist Cyrus Birge, the founding director of the Canadian Steel Company. I’d heard Birge, who built the mansion in the early 1900’s was a rough, hard-nosed businessman. When I walked into the room that was his library, I sensed […]
The holiday season is special for everyone on both sides of life. Christmas, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa mean parties and family gatherings, and the chance to reconnect with distant relatives and loved ones. It’s also a time when our friends and loved ones in spirit welcome the chance to show up again at a family dinner
Bringing a message about wheels to Mark from his grandfather in spirit brought tears to Mark’s eyes and made me think of the phrase “the circle of life” – and not just because I’d seen the movie The Lion King a few days earlier. The communication also reminded me of the famous “Riddle of the
Martha was dying, and it was time to get rid of her. The idea saddened me – my friend and I had been through a lot together. But I had to face reality – the old girl was costing me too much money, and it was time to let her go in peace.
Gabbie told me she was taking a relaxing stroll through her favourite section of a nearby park when a shocking vision stopped her in her tracks. She loved walking along a path that skirted a creek that burbled over rocks jutting up from the creek bed. A moment of dizziness gripped her and when she
Micah described his life as if he was talking about an article of clothing that no longer fit. He said he’d been feeling this way for a couple months. Micah had just turned 40 years old, was unmarried and believed he’d accomplished nothing in his life – even though he was a well-liked, tenured university
What amazes and intrigues me about my work is when I meet people who say they don’t believe in spirits and the supernatural – and then go on to tell me about something miraculous and inexplicable that happened to them.
“I don’t know why I’m talking to you,” said Tessa, who had booked a telephone session. “I don’t think you can help my Raoul.” She was quiet a moment, then added softly, “I just hope he’s not suffering.”
I chuckled when I looked over the newspaper’s long list of “The Favourite…” winners in numerous categories. I think every newspaper and magazine has a yearly readers poll where people write in, nominating their favourite burger joint, hair stylist, chiropractor … and you name it. Yet in my weekly community newspaper, there was no category
When I opened the email attachment and saw the photograph Toni had sent, my breath caught in my throat. A wash of sadness flowed over me, even though the photo showed a wizened grandmother with twinkling eyes and a cherubic smile. I had to look away and focus on something in my office –
