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

I’ve heard of spirit haunting locations and paranormal investigators trying to help people find peace, but does it ever happen that spirit can be haunted and needs our help to find peace? When that question recently popped up in an email, I had to stop and think for a moment.

If this is supposed to be the Age of Aquarius, why is there discord in the world? It’s the age of enlightenment, where we embrace peace, love and understanding, right? We should be embracing love and recognizing we are all brothers and sisters in spirit. Unfortunately, current events tell a different tale.

Just as we often have to struggle against the tsunami of misinformation in the world, so too must we lightworkers try extra hard to correct distortions of belief we unfortunately often encounter. Last week I got hit with one such bogus half-truth, and it made my blood boil hotter than the tea kettle whistling in

My husband tells me the story of seeing his father’s spirit two days after the his funeral. He was in his parents’ house with his mother and siblings, when in the corner of his eye he saw his father walk down the first-floor hallway toward his parents’ bedroom. When my husband looked straight at the

The words stopped me as I was reaching for a plate in the cupboard. They were spoken by my father, and were as clear as if he’d been standing right behind me. Except my father had died more than ten years ago. And his words kinda freaked me out.