As I began giving messages to the congregation of the Spiritualist church that I was serving, I felt the spirit of an elderly gentleman who wanted to touch in with someone in the room. I described the frail, white-haired fellow: He was resting with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. The man’s energy was […]

I was certainly surprised to learn that the young man who’d asked me such an interesting question was only 17 years old. His curly auburn hair hung down to his shoulders, and he wore the kind of tie-dyed t-shirts I used to wear when I was 17. But his inquisitive brown eyes were filled with

When Janice and her daughter, Marion, visited me, they came with a dozen questions about the afterlife. Mainly, they wanted to make sure Peter, Janice’s husband and Marion’s father, wasn’t suffering anymore. Peter had died six months ago after a lengthy bout with brain cancer that had reduced the strong-willed, able-bodied community leader to a

Brenda, a family friend, called me from the hospital in tears. Marcus, her husband of thirty-two years, had died earlier that evening. His passing was not unexpected – his prostate cancer had spread throughout his body, and three weeks ago Marcus entered palliative care. I had visited him twice, giving the couple and their two

I’ve just finished the final edit of my book Compassionate Messenger: True Stores from a Psychic Medium (Dundurn Press), and while I’m excited about the October publication, I’m also a bit intimidated. Because even though I’m proud of the work I’ve done and the many thousands of people I’ve helped over the last 30 years,

When Abigail telephoned me, she was understandably terrified. Choking out words through her tears, she told me that she was going to get breast cancer. The more she gave me her story, the angrier I became. That’s because Abigail had not received her diagnosis from a physician, or even an X-ray technician. No, she was

Mrs. Malinovsky came to me because she wanted the truth. Last year, her 28-year-old daughter, Vera, was discovered in the garage of the house she shared with her husband, Dennis. Vera was slumped over the wheel of her Honda Civic, an apparent suicide. But Mrs. Malinovsky didn’t believe the police report. She was sure there

The last thing Jacques wanted was to get involved in a relationship. When it came to romance, “I’ve been burned more often than a fireman,” he said with a grin before our session. With a head of thick curls and neatly-trimmed beard, Jacques was ruggedly handsome, and it was easy to see why women were

Most of my clients and students who study psychic development are women.  And one of the things they find fascinating is learning about their psychic centres.

You don’t have to paint a picture or write a poem to be considered “creative”. Here’s the honest truth – everyone is creative. That’s because life is a creative task. Put simply, we create intentions, then shape the world to make those intentions become our reality. So, in 2010, I want this to be your