As a medium, there are many times while passing a message I wonder – “Why must the message be figurative? Why can’t the messenger give me a message that’s straight forward?” Some loved ones and spirit guides, after all, do not waste words and the point is as clear as day. Unfortunately, more often than not, I find myself and the client trying to piece the messenger’s words together like a puzzle.
This is particularly irksome right now because I’m experiencing the splotchy communication with my guides. Over the past couple of weeks (as indicated last week with my sign Blog), I have been receiving lots of signs. The signs are great. Thank you Spirit. BUT, do you think they would give me an indication of what they mean? NOPE. I’m in the dark.
For example, this past weekend we (my husband, baby girl and I) went to the Niagara Falls Music and Art Festival. As we made our way back to the car, my phone (which was tucked away in my purse mind you) suddenly started to playing music. Hearing it, I rifled through my purse. Once I located the phone, I then tried to turn off the music. Only problem, I couldn’t find where it was coming from! I opened up my internet explorer, wasn’t playing there. I opened Pandora. This killed the song, as another station started playing as it hadn’t been coming from there. Puzzled as to where it may have been coming from. I looked through my settings bar and even checked to see if perhaps it was coming from Facebook. No success.
I was stumped. After a few minutes, my husband mused - “Was that a U2 song? They recently released an album for free… maybe it was automatically downloaded somewhere.”
I checked my IPhone’s music app (which I have NEVER used mind you). Sure enough it was the U2 track, California (There Is No End To Love), and it was coming from the music app… mystery solved. But, and the story gets a little odder. The track that was playing, wasn’t the first… it wasn’t even the second. It was the third! So obviously there is some message in it for me.
Now just to figure out what. I listened to the song. Nothing. So I went and checked out the lyrics. Still nothing resonated. Thinking maybe I was being dense, I read the lyrics to my husband. He didn’t get it either!! Nevertheless, we both feel in our hearts that there is a message. But we have no idea what.
Now is a time to be completely honest. While I’ve spent a good amount of time trying to rationalize what it could mean, I have not spent the time to meditate on it. And if I am honest with myself, if I took the time to meditate on it the message would become apparent. But, I’m being stubborn. I want the message to be clear and not a puzzle to put together… so I’m waiting for the next piece of the puzzle to come into place. Wonder what that will be… Stay tuned.
If you’ve ever seen a medium or psychic, you’ve probably been told: “Your loved ones are always around, just look for the signs.” I know I am guilty of it. But, if you are like me you find that lip service very frustrating… After all, what constitutes a sign? And what do they mean? It’s not like feathers or pennies are like driving signs where all stop and yield signs mean the same thing. Fortunately, if you pay attention you’ll find that the same signs show up time and time again. They can be the feathers, or butterflies, or cardinals, or pennies…
Or in my case, SONGS. When things are on the verge of change (usually good), my husband and I hear one of our wedding songs. You might be thinking, “So what? Songs are played all the time.” That’s true… but not this one. At our wedding, we opted to have a singer who sang Frank Sinatra and rat pack songs. He had his song book, but as is typical of my husband and I… we strayed. We wanted, Someone to Watch Over Me. He was a wonderful man who learned it just for us. Because it is a little more obscure, we don’t hear it very often.
But… we do hear it. And as I mentioned, it is usually at profound times.
The first time we heard it while we were out was less than a year after we were married. At the time we were in the middle of closing on our house. It was stressful as a situation had arose that was delaying our closing and due to the delay, put our mortgage in jeopardy. To clear our heads, we met friends at the Anchor Bar for dinner. They had chosen the place. But we were glad they did, because when we arrived we found Nick Battistella, gentleman who sang at our wedding, performing there. We had barely gotten settled, when we heard him dedicating the next song to us. It had been months, but not only did he remember us, he also remembered the song. In that moment, we knew at that everything was going to be ok. And, it was.
The next time we heard the song was April last year. I was just about twenty weeks pregnant and we were going for our first sonogram. Don and I were super excited. At this visit, not only were we going to see the little one for the first time but we were also going to find out whether we were having a little boy or a little girl. As we sat not so patiently in the waiting room, I was startled when I noticed the tune playing softly in the background. Clear as day, there the song was. Smiling I leaned over, grabbed my husband’s hand and gave him a kiss. In that moment, we both knew that the baby was meant to be. And, she was.
That brings me to today. I just finished an early afternoon reading and wanted to grab a bite to eat before the rest of my appointments. Don and I wandered over to the Elm Street Bakery in East Aurora – they have the best molasses cookies! It is a beautiful day, so after ordering our food we sat outside and got some vitamin D. Only a couple minutes had passed, when my hubby suddenly gave me a look, teared up and leaned over to give me a smooch. He then said, “Listen.” There it was, our tune!
Now the question is… what does it mean? It’s always been a sign that something was meant to be and that we are on the verge of something big. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see…. a little unfair, if you ask me!
A little more than a month ago I took a leap of faith and opened an office in East Aurora. It’s located in the WillowLight complex on Route 16 across from Knox Farm. I was excited, but nervous at the same time. Why? Mostly because I committed without actually ever seeing (or feeling) the space. Being sensitive to energy (and a little bit of a control freak), this was a big move for me. But, I trusted my guides and my friend, Judy Hartke, knowing each would do right by me.
Nevertheless, on move in day I was armed with my sage and copal. I was ready to bless the space and clear out anything that was not for the highest and best. To my shock and relief, none of it was necessary. The office space was energetically clean and sterile, a blank slate.
At least at first. That changed VERY quickly.
Within days of moving in, the practitioners and many of my students began to notice (as well as comment on) that there was A LOT of Spirit activity. No one felt threatened. The Spirits seemed to be loving and well intentioned. There just seemed to be a lot of it. And I naively thought the energy was high because there are such amazing light workers here and that the Spirits had shown up because they were excited at what we are creating here. The Spirits were good after all, so why should I worry?
It wasn’t until the Spirits began to be distracting that I realized something was amiss. During a lunchtime meditation I found myself having to close the door because a little girl was playing hide and seek and kept vying for my attention. Later that same day during a practice circle, several accomplished student mediums found themselves communicating with Spirits whom the sitter didn’t seem to recognize or connect to… Something wasn’t right.
It took me a couple days, but then it hit me… I had been so worried about the energy that might already be in the office space I didn’t even consider the energies I was bringing with me. The Spirits that had been hanging out were MY CLIENTS.
Over the years, I have found that it is not uncommon for Spirits to show up early for a reading. I’ve always joked that the back room of my home (the space I do readings in) is my “waiting room.” My rule has always been, as long as they stay in my reading room and don’t bother me, my husband or my babies (fur babies included!) they are welcome to hang out there as long as they like. I hadn’t thought what this would mean when I moved into my new office.
What did my new office mean for the Spirits? It meant they suddenly had somewhere else to hang out. And at the office, because I didn’t specify, they now not only had more than triple the space, they also suddenly had the opportunity to interact with people… The office had become a giant waiting room for my Spirit Guests to wander around and poke anyone who was around. Not COOL!
After realizing this, I immediately took action and began to clean up my mess. A “waiting room” has been created and there is now only a couple of places Spirit can hang out. And under no circumstances are they are not allowed to bother the other practitioners or students.
Now back to the peace, tranquility and quiet.
Over the weekend I met with a dear friend. We talked about our families, but as usual the conversation led to Spirit and life purpose. Having young children, she was particularly interested in my venture, My Kid Sees Sparkles. And she wanted to discuss an experience her daughters had with me several weeks before.
Let me start off by saying, both her daughters are incredibly intuitive. My friend supports them every way she can which recently included bringing them to a gallery session to observe me and two other mediums. During the session the girls were very well behaved, but as typical elementary school aged kids do, about half-way through they begin to squirm in their chairs. I recall seeing this and in an effort to engage them decided to pass them a message. After passing a message it is forgotten, but apparently it was their uncle. The younger of the two was very pleased as it validated what she has been seeing and talking to her parents about. My friend reported that her daughter smiled from ear to ear for days telling her father and family any time they’d listen that Uncle B really was around!
When we spoke this weekend, my friend expressed her gratitude, for she feels she doesn't see. And just before she left she said to me, “It is so important for intuitive kids to know ‘It’s OK… I see what you see.’ That is a gift you have.”
It’s a gift that went used again this past week when a father brought his ten year old daughter to check out the Branches of Light Open House. He’s an empath who has been coming to classes to develop his own intuition but when his daughter came to him discussing her “visions”, he wasn’t quite sure how to answer her questions. But, he thought the medium he’d been developing with might. That’s why he brought her.
He came early, and spoke with the other medium for some time. She was able to share her thoughts, but she admitted that she hasn’t worked with kids other than her own daughter and thought he should talk to someone else… and he was in luck because that person was at Branches… ME! She introduced us and then the three of us spoke for a good half hour. I gave lots of tips, but what was most profound to the little girl was the fact that I was able to describe the spirits she was seeing. It was okay, I saw what she saw. As, an aside… it also helped dad because he's pretty sure the spirits she’s seeing are his grandparents!
I was able to tell these kids, it is OK. It is nothing to be afraid of. I see what you see…. that reassurance is so important. And not just to kids.
This afternoon I met with a gentleman who sees auras vividly. For YEARS he believed the haze he saw around people and plants was a result of wonky contacts or perhaps a touch of glaucoma. That was until a friend’s daughter informed him, “No… you see auras.”
Since that revelation, he’s honed his ability. But books have only gotten him so far and he has a desire to understand this energy more. This desire led him to ask if he could watch while I do a reading. Intrigued and curious, I answered OF COURSE!! I even had the perfect guinea pig in mind – a mutual friend who loves getting readings.
So we tracked her down and played. It was a really cool experience. I was able to validate and explain what he was seeing while I was doing the reading (he saw three spirits come in and a direct connection between me and the sitter). AND, he was able to validate that what I feel and hope to accomplish during a reading really was happening! It was SO COOL!
These interactions proved to me there really is something to, it’s ok I see what you see. Perhaps because we all want to know we aren’t crazy… or if we are, at least we have company.
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.