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.
I’ve always been curious about a bench I pass whenever I take a walk through the park. A bouquet of silk flowers is tied to the metal arm rest at each end of the bench, and a small plaque is affixed to the centre of its back. No other bench in the park is so
A recent session with a client who believed her father had telephoned her on her birthday – three years after he had died – reminded me of a similar story that still sends tingles up my spine when I think about it.
When the fellow telephoned in for our session, the first thing that hit me was: “Why am I getting Santa Claus?”
“Fourteen years ago, I had a session with you,” said the young woman at the other end of my Zoom call. “You told me you felt I was very intuitive and suggested that if I wanted to strengthen my psychic potential, I should read up on the subject and do some intuitive-strengthening exercises.” She paused
A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about Caroline. I’d seen her as a client several years ago – I can’t remember what we had talked about, but how could I forget someone whose name is so similar to mine? So imagine my surprise when a day or so after her face popped into
Last Saturday evening, reflecting on my day as I began to write in my gratitude journal, I was profoundly amazed to realize I had experienced something that I hadn’t felt in more than a year. That afternoon, I enjoyed six hours of happiness.
