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!
Each year hundreds of thousands of people make cemeteries a tourist destination. They visit the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery in Paris to see the grave of Jim Morrison; they stroll through the spooky Highgate Cemetery in London reliving their favorite horror films; in New Orleans people go to the St Louis Number 1 Cemetery to see Marie Laveau’s tomb and trinkets hoping to win her favor; and here in Western New York, people go to Forest Lawn cemetery to take in Frank Llyod Wright architecture and stroll the quiet grounds. Cemeteries bring an incredible peace. But, they carry a stigma and, as such, bring a thrill. That stigma - “Are cemeteries haunted?” The answer (in my opinion, mind you) is a loud and resounding NO. Well…. MOST of the time they’re not.
However, I understand people’s fear of cemeteries. They are where we put our loved ones remains as their “final resting place.” We go there with flowers and to “talk” to our deceased loved ones. Additionally, in horror films the dead are depicted crawling out of the grave and lonely spirits are shown wandering between the gravestones. So there must be Spirit, in cemeteries right? WRONG!
Cemeteries are really quite quiet and peaceful. I realized this when I was about four. My grandfather had taken me and my two older cousins (five and seven) to the cemetery to visit my grandmother. Much to my grandfather’s displeasure, we were goofing around in the back seat of the car. When we wouldn’t quiet down, my grandfather got a brilliant idea. He stopped the car and kicked me out telling me; “If you have so much to say talk to all the spooks in the cemetery, look around, there are plenty that could listen. They don’t have anything better to do anyways.” My cousins’ jaws dropped when he shut the car door on me and DROVE AWAY. Now, I’m sure he didn’t go far. I was probably within eye shot the whole time and although it felt like forever it was probably only for a couple minutes. But can you imagine doing that today? CPS would be called! I get off track… back to my point. As I was standing there alone in the cemetery, a little frightened, I realized something… I was ALL alone. And I wondered, where were all the spirits?
After my grandfather came back for me, I was a little sheepish (and proud) so it was a few weeks before I asked my grandfather my question. His response, “Why would they want to hang out there? Cemeteries are depressing. Will you want to hang out in a cemetery when you’re dead? I know I wouldn’t… I’m going to come and haunt you!”
He made a good point. And, it has been my experience he was right. About all aspects… He sure doesn’t hang out there, he is definitely my Casper.
So at there you have it, that’s why cemeteries aren’t haunted. But as I mentioned earlier, that’s most of the time. Which means there are some occasions when there IS spirit activity. One of those times occurred this week - Memorial Day! Over Memorial Day, whenever passing a cemetery (especially military ones) I hear bugle horns and see seas of soldiers in military attire paying their respects to their comrades.
Why are cemeteries busy over Memorial Day? The same reason cemeteries see an influx of living visitors over the holiday. Spirits go to pay their respects just like we do here. Something that is important to remember, when we die we continue to live and continue to grow. Hence our actions over there are very much like they are here. So it should come as no surprise that cemeteries are busy on Memorial Day. And, since Spirit’s activities mimic those of people here… just as fast as the cemetery got busy, they have quieted down. Until next time…
I’m not ashamed to say, I call on my guides to help me with EVERYTHING. They are my BFFs and they NEVER let me down. While I was pregnant, I discovered they were particularly good at helping me get parking spots.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I was doing anything I could think of to assist my little girl in making her entry into the world. Per my midwife’s advice, this included A LOT of walking. My husband and I would walk the neighborhood, stores and the malls. When we’d be out someplace, we learned quickly that it was important to get a spot as close to the door as possible. Not because I had a problem getting in, but by the time I was done I was really done and trekking across the parking lot wasn’t going to happen.
So I would ask my guides for help. And, they always got me a great spot. The most notable was one evening at about 5pm when we decided to stop at Wegmans to pick up a quick dinner. As we drove into the parking lot, immediately I thought, “Are we sure we want to do this?” the lot was its usual crazy mess. Perfect time to ask my guides for help… so I focused on the Expectant Mother spot and asked my guides to open it up for us.
As we approached it, not only was it open… but the cart boy had blocked it with the carts he was collecting to bring back to the store. Soon as we got close, he moved the carts as if ushering us to our spot. My guides definitely did some good work that day!
They’ve also lent a hand when they aren’t asked. While in Rochester about a month ago, my husband and I were debating over what to do for dinner. It was 10pm, I’d just gotten out of a house party and both of us were hungry. Unfortunately because it was almost 10pm, our options were limited. We really didn’t want fast food and wished we knew where a Wegmans was as that would allow us to pick up a quick bite and grab food for the psychic fair that weekend. No sooner had we spoken those words when we came up over a hill and rounded a corner and like in the movies we saw the lights of a Wegmans beckoning us. Thank you Spirit Guides! Especially since it was at about that time we realized we had missed a turn AND coincidently the turn to get us back to where we needed to be was the corner the Wegmans was sitting on. If that’s not divine intervention, I don’t know what is!
I don’t know what I’d do without my guides. While they don’t make my life perfect, still waiting on those lottery numbers, they do make life a little easier. And in moments like these, bring a smile to my face.
If you aren’t using your guides already, when are you going to start?
There are some days I kick myself and ask, “Why didn’t you listen to Spirit?” Today was one of those days.
In the next month, both Don and I are celebrating birthdays. With baby girl at three and a half months, we thought it would be a great time to get away for a night. My mom and aunt enthusiastically volunteered to have a sleep over with the little one, and his mom traded in hotel points to get us a room in Niagara Falls.
Everything was all set and we started the day by going to a new, hip bar for “Booze and Bagels.” The food and drinks were great. As we lingered over coffee, we debated how we would spend the rest of the day. We threw around the idea of going to a museum, seeing a movie, hitting a winery, but ultimately decided the Seneca Niagara Casino as it was right across the street from the hotel.
Soon as we made the decision, I heard “Play Little Red Riding Hood… You’ll win BIG.”
At around 5 o’clock, we headed over and had a great dinner at the buffet. Afterwards, we wandered the casino. Choking on the smoke, we made a bee-line to the non-smoking section. Once there, I felt the need to pee and handed my purse to Don. On my way out of the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks and pointed to my husband in a loud whisper – “There IT is. Lil Red.”
A woman was sitting there. So we stalked the machine and once the two machines next to her freed up, we sat down there. As soon as we did, the one I sat at paid out. Not a lot, about $20. But the woman on Lil Red turned to me and said, “I’ve been waiting for mine to do that!”
It was obvious she wasn’t going to budge from Lil Red, so after a few more spins on my machine, we got up and moved. I thought, maybe the message was meant to direct me to the machine next to Lil Red.
After leaving Lil Red, Don and I wandered the casino aimlessly. I couldn’t get Lil Red out of my head. I searched to see if there was another one, but there wasn’t. Tired of my randomness, Don went to the bathroom. When he didn’t come back right away, I made my way back and found him on none other than Lil Red. He told me he had the feeling and was holding the machine for me. At that point however, he’d dropped almost $20 (our individual playing allowance) into the machine. I thought he was foolish for doing that and urged him to walk around the casino.
We bounced from one machine to another. I’d sit down, the machine would pay out and then we’d move on to another. Once we more than doubled our money, we felt pretty good and cashed out. My philosophy is always, stop while you’re ahead and don’t get greedy!
On our way out, we passed Lil Red. Couldn’t help but notice it and my jaw dropped to the floor. The lights were flashing and we could see that the payout was up to 12,000 credits and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Just as Spirit has said, Lil Red was winning big.
The rest of the way out, in the car to a drug store for drinks, back to the hotel and in the elevator up to our room I couldn’t talk, I was just so flabbergasted. Don couldn’t help but laugh and say “You should have listened to Spirit. They’re teaching you a lesson. Not only to listen, but to be grateful for what you did receive.”
And he was right. While we didn’t win big… we DID double our money, which covered dinner and snacks. Another thing is for sure, I’m going to be sure to listen to Spirit moving forward.
Spirit never ceases to amaze me.
The promoter of the Evolving Essence, New York’s Favorite Psychic Fairs has expanded into Florida. This is as a great opportunity to not only expand my business, but also visit my Pops who lives just north of Orlando.
The debut of this fair circuit was in Apopka, FL this past weekend. It was set up very similar to other fairs I’ve participated in that there was a door fee with readers throughout the room each charging their individual fees. Unique to this fair was customers were given a raffle ticket to enter a drawing for a door prize, a beautiful silver wrapped agate pendant.
Being a new fair in an area that doesn’t have many of these, this weekend was a slower than usual. That being said, I had an experience that knocked my socks off and reminded me that Spirit works in mysterious ways.
Sunday morning, when the doors opened we were greeted by a slightly hesitant, but definitely curious and excited woman. She walked in and made her way around the room speaking with each one of the readers. This is typical as we recommend that before you choose a reader, walk around the room to get a feel for all the readers. Once you’ve done that, sit down with whomever you feel comfortable. This woman did that, but when she got to the end of the room she walked right out the door.
I was a little surprised, as it was apparent she was searching. But shrugged it off thinking no one struck her fancy or the prices (readings were starting at $40) were a little higher than she wanted to pay.
That was not the case.
About twenty minutes later she walked back to the door, albeit a little frazzled. She misplaced her ticket and was concerned she would have to pay the entry fee again. There hadn’t been many people through the door, so the promoters immediately recognized her and once they understood her confusion ushered her in.
Once through the doors, she headed straight over to me and my table. When she was about ten feet away, she stopped short and let out a laugh that filled the room – there on the floor, in front of MY table was HER ticket!
She bent down and grabbed it with a huge smile on her face, and as she waved the ticket in my face she told me – “While I was sitting in the car I knew I had to come back and see you. This just confirmed it!! I’m obviously meant to see you!”
Again, Spirit never ceases to amaze me. This woman was curious, yet hesitant and wanted a sign she was supposed to do this. She revealed that in the car, she prayed that she receive a sign and guidance that this was the right thing. Spirit provided. And while the messages I shared with her were valuable, they paled in comparison to the sign Spirit provided with the ticket. That ticket proved to her we ALL receive messages, we just have to ask and listen.
A few years ago, it seemed like everyone I knew was getting married. We’ve now moved into the “Age of Babies.”
Despite being told by medium after medium that a little girl was in my future, I never really understood the desire to have babies.... Babies are NOISY, smelly, and expensive, not to mention a parent can forget about ever sleeping soundly through the night again or spending frivolously on themselves. That being said, having a baby was never something I saw as my purpose.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like babies. I have been very happy for my friends who welcomed their little bundles of joy into the world. And thoroughly enjoy buying gifts for the little rugrats. I even empathize for those women who desire a child but struggle to conceive.
That has been the case with two of my closest friends. 2013 was a roller coaster for them as they tried time and time again but conception continuously eluded them. About half way through the year, both were about ready to give up. It was at that time Spirit spoke. The message? “They are coming, THREE at the same time.”
The only word I could utter in that moment was “Shit….” followed very quickly by, “Hell’s NO!”
How could Spirit honestly believe the three of us would be pregnant at the same time? Don and I had decided we weren’t having children – and it was completely unfair to tie the children together. But the message kept coming (check out future blogs to see how!) and the guilt set in. Although they told me, “Dawn it’s not your fault,” their looks said otherwise. So after being barraged with the message and seeing my friends’ continued disappointment. Don and I decided to give Spirit three months during which we wouldn’t prevent anything, but we also would facilitate it figuring if it happened, it’s meant to be... if not, Spirit tough luck you had their chance.
In early January, my friend was surprised to find out she was pregnant! It happened without her evening trying. From that point on, every time I shuffled my deck of tarot cards, the three of cups jumped out at me with the message – three at the same time.
It was on January 17th, the message took its next step at becoming reality. I… am… PREGNANT.
Needless to say, my other friend is doing a dance for joy right now knowing that it will happen soon – three at the same time was what was prophesized afterall! And, the three of cups still keeps popping out… with a new message: “Leo, Virgo, Libra – perhaps Sagittarius?” We’ll see!
And for those of you who are wondering, my biggest fear right now is… will my baby start talking to me from the womb? And what do I do then??
On New Year’s Eve, my husband and I created vision boards (available on Instagram @revdawnlynn). As a family we are dreaming of a getaway to someplace warm maybe Puerto Rico, putting money away in a savings account, eating more veggies, exercising more, instituting a game night once a month and several other things.
I was also instructed by my guides to make a vision board for my business. Clarissa, my primary Spirit Guide, has been pushing me to come out of my shell and increase my presence in the public and online. After finding a perfect image for this, I resigned myself to doing it in 2014… My thought at the time was, “Just because I say 2014 doesn’t mean I have to do it immediately, I’ll worry about it in November… that is eleven months away!”
I should have known better!! On New Year’s Day (less than twenty-four hours later mind you!), a friend of mine who had offered to assist me in the filming of my first YouTube video sent me a text to see if I wanted to film then! My Spirit Guides certainly didn’t waste any time! Over the next couple of days we proceeded to coordinate a time, and after a house party ended early on Saturday we sat down and filmed.
In total it took about four hours, during which most of the time was spent getting me comfortable in front of the camera. After filming, Hilary stated “Phew!! What a relief! I have to tell you that I have felt compelled and anxious since the beginning of the year. Someone or something has been pushing me to get this done. To be honest, I didn’t want to do this tonight but someone was pushing me and wasn’t going to let me go home!!”
Michelle, a friend who was sitting in on the filming promptly responded, “Oh… you were feeling the wrath of Dawn’s guides. They are PUSHY!!”
Not surprisingly, like me, my guides can be insistent. Unfortunately for my friends, my guides’ pushiness is really my fault. As I tend to ignore my guides advice believing I know what is best for me (I know, foolish right?), my guides recruit (aka push) my friends to prod me… it’s a game we play and unfortunately for Hilary, she was the latest pawn.
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There are times that being a medium sucks and I wish I could be “oblivious” to Spirit like the majority of our population. This week was one of those times.
Over the past few weeks, I’d had an awful wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. In addition to the feeling, I’ve “known” there would be a death in the family on or around Thanksgiving. Catch is… I didn’t know who.
Logically I thought Don and I were going to lose one of our remaining grandparents – my Nana (she’s 91!) has had a series of mini strokes since this summer, my husband’s Mom-Mom is in rehab after breaking her back (osteoporosis), and his grandmother’s husband, Bill, is in a nursing home after a series of strokes. Each has a limited life span, so it made sense that it would likely be one of them. With this in mind, I had prepared myself and my husband mentally for a loss of one of them. I’d even mentioned to several friends, “I have a bad feeling. Both my grandfathers died on Thanksgiving, I think I may be losing another grandparent this holiday.”
As it turns out, I wasn’t wrong about the feeling. I was wrong, however, about the person. On Wednesday evening, my stepbrother committed suicide.
I wasn’t particularly close to him – we saw each other on the holidays and that was about it. But there has been a tremendous amount of guilt. I KNEW something was going to happen. And I’m usually able to use these feelings to help guide other people. Why couldn’t I use the feeling to help my own family?
The reason is… I probably wasn’t meant to. As I tell many clients, I’m not going to get anything that you don’t have the control to change. And I know, there was nothing anything could have done for my stepbrother. That being said, knowing there was going to be a loss… Don and I were prepared for the shock. Guess I won’t be turning in my “gift” just yet….
Messages, be it a visit from a loved one or a premonition, come in all shapes, sizes and forms. You may continually see a string of numbers. It may be an animal that crosses your path unexpectedly. A song may pop on the radio that triggers an emotional response. Or someone may say something that confirms what you were thinking or answer an unspoken question. You never know exactly where or when Spirit is going to drop you a message so it can be tricky to catch them… What can also be frustrating is the message isn’t always clear immediately.
I had an experience of this recently with my home. As I mentioned in my last blog, I absolutely LOVE my house. It’s my sanctuary. It’s what I need… AND eight years ago (five years before my husband and I purchased it), my counselor described it to me.
At that time, I had been recently released from neurological rehabilitation and had just settled a court case. I was beginning to feel physically healed from the life-changing automobile accident, but emotionally I was a wreck. My life had been dramatically changed and I felt as though it was in shambles. So I began seeing Nancy, a counselor, to help me pick up the broken pieces of my life and determine where to go next.
Nancy helped me tremendously. She was integral in making me see sometimes “Bad Things Happen to Good People,” and that I had a choice as to where I wanted to go next.
When I started seeing her, I was living at home with my mother who served as my primary caretaker. Nancy helped me establish boundaries and guidelines for not only myself but for my mother and gave me independence. She also encouraged me to start thinking about getting a house of my own.
I thought she was crazy!! How would I be able to manage?? I couldn’t drive. I forgot things frequently. I didn’t trust myself. But, despite my objections, I entertained her recommendation and we spoke about it at length.
She thought a quaint cape cod would serve me well and recommended “reasonably priced” neighborhoods not far from her office. These neighborhoods were on a major bus route with many shops and restaurants within walking distance. We talked about the importance of community and how these neighborhoods could offer a sense of belonging.
Again, although engaging in the conversation, I thought she was nuts. Not only was I concerned about how I would manage on my own… but she wanted me to consider a home in the NORTHTOWNS? Who would ever visit me? My whole family lived in the SOUTHTOWNS!! Which for any of you familiar with the Buffalo area know that people in the southtowns generally stay in the southtowns. Basically, I believed it wasn’t going to happen and went along my merry way.
As with all signs and messages, however, they make sense in their time… not ours. Sometimes it takes years… for this message it took eight.
I drive by Nancy’s office often as I pass it to get to New World Gifts where I do readings every Friday. A couple of weeks ago while passing by suddenly it struck me. She was RIGHT. The home my husband and I purchased is smack dab in the middle of where she recommended I look AND all the things we had talked about were exactly why Don and I chose the house we did. I hadn’t recalled the conversations Nancy and I had while house hunting. Wish I had as it might have made the process easier for the message, albeit an unlikely source, was there all along.
I love my house… unfortunately, so does Ernie.
Who’s Ernie? Ernie is the gentleman who built and died in the house…
This might have creeped some people out, but it didn’t bother my husband and I. When we walked around, the house felt like a home Don and I could grow old in. It was almost perfect – and the things like only having one bathroom that weren’t ideal didn’t bother us as we saw potential. Best of all, it had a room I could do readings in and I didn’t see or feel any Spirits.
Don and I were sold and not long after seeing the house, we made an offer. There were a few bumps in the road, but after seven weeks, the house was ours… or so we thought.
Anxious to be in our home, the night we closed on the house we bought wine, take-out and an air mattress and trekked over to our new place with the plan to celebrate and spend the night. Other than that air mattress and some pop up chairs, we had no furniture. That night, uncertain were to sleep, we camped out in the middle of the living room thinking it was going to be the most peaceful sleep we had in a long time… we were wrong.
That night, we met Ernie. We’d been asleep for about an hour when we started hearing the creaks. Our house was built in the forties and it was slightly windy and dismissed them as noises old houses make. We could get used to that.
At about one, Daphne (my fur baby), woke us up with her barking. She’s not usually a barker, so her behavior alarmed Don and I, but we dismissed it. This was the first night in our home and she may just be out of sorts and like us, need to get used to the noises.
At two, we realized there would be more for us to get used to than just the noises. It was at that point we were all woken by a thump. The whole air mattress shook, as if someone had kicked it! In my grogginess, there he was… Ernie.
Over the next few months, Ernie continued to make himself known. The knocker on the bathroom would knock in the middle of night – even after we taped it down, lights would go on and off, and doors would open and shut. As we made more and more changes to the house, more and more activity occurred. In his mind, it was still his home and he wasn’t happy we were making it ours.
At first, I gently encouraged Ernie to go into the light. He didn’t want to. So then, I offered to allow him to stay as a guest in our house, but if he did he would have to coexist peacefully with us… Don and I needed our sleep and he had to stop harassing Daphne! He didn’t like that either.
I had to get pushier… It’s not my way to force anything on Spirits. They still have free will and it’s not for me to determine what is for their highest and best, but he was intruding on my sanctuary. So, I forcibly pushed him out of the house… but what shocked me was I was unable to get him to leave the property. This had NEVER happened before!!!
Fortunately, once out of the house, we’ve found a coexistence with Ernie. He putters around the yard and protects the house. Every once in awhile he tries to sneak in, but like a vampire… he has to be invited in.
We’ve been in our house three years now. Last summer, Don and I found out why it’s been a struggle to get Ernie to leave – he and his wife, Ester, had their ashes buried on the property. It’s what Ernie wanted. He loved his home. It was his… and by placing his ashes on the property, he has become part of it.
Yesterday my Pathways to Spirit mediumship development classes took a “field trip” to Lily Dale. It’s been a trip that has been in the works for ages!!! Events, however, always happen in their time and the trip couldn’t have come at a better one. The Lily Dale season ended a couple weeks ago so we had the grounds basically to ourselves, the first cohort of students just completed the first year of unfoldment curriculum, and the second group is just beginning. Talk about timing!!
Between my students and their loved ones, there were 22 of us. Each of these individuals is on their own personal path to enlightenment and the day’s activities were designed around that. We walked the Pilgrim’s Path Labyrinth, did a Trust Walk, meditated on the Cycles of Truth Medicine Wheel, and, walked the grounds. It was a beautiful day.
My group, however, were not the only “seekers” at Lily Dale yesterday.
As the day was coming to a close and I was making my way down to Inspiration Stump as it was time to formally recognize each individual who for the past year has dedicated themselves to mediumship development and for them to stand where so many other student mediums have stood to practice passing messages, I was approached by a couple who inquired about activities occurring in Lily Dale (I must have looked like I knew what I was doing??) In our conversation, they expressed that they had felt drawn to make the trek from Attica to Lily Dale today (I couldn’t blame them, it was a beautiful fall day and a great day for a motorcycle ride!), but that once there they didn’t really know what to do. To which I had to inform them that unfortunately, since the Lily Dale season had ended a couple of weeks ago, the public services are not occurring but that they may be able to get a private consultation (although it was late in the day, so I wasn’t sure) and the grounds are always available to wander and enjoy. Additionally, there may be events happening that I’m not aware of. I also mentioned my students would be practicing at the stump. At which point they asked if they could sit in. As it is open space, of course I said sure! Plus it would give my students an opportunity to pass messages to people they didn’t know.
The three of us chatted on our way down to the stump. They were a very nice couple interested in spirituality and drawn to Lily Dale. When we arrived in the grove, most of my students and their guests were already in the pews so I bid my companions adieu and went about my business. As there were a few additional groups of people, not with my group, I greeted them, explained we were not Lily Dale registered mediums but that several individuals would be practicing their message passing. Some stayed, some left – hopefully they all got what they needed.
Each of the first year students got up and passed the messages. Most were nervous. Many surprised themselves. They did a beautiful job (this is one proud mama!)
At the end, all the additional groups had left. Except the couple I walked in with. At which point, the wife thanked us for allowing them to join us as she felt comfortable seeing that mediums are real people, and not how they are sometimes portrayed on TV. She also asked a question – the flood gates then opened and the messages poured for the two of them.
At the end, the couple walked out with our group and chatted with us for about another 45 minutes!! Many of my students interacted with them, sharing their experiences and listening to this couple’s. It is my belief that Spirit guided these individuals to us because they needed something. Some reassurance… some faith… some connection… and, hopefully they received it.
Today my husband and I celebrate our fourth anniversary. We truly believe that spirit has played a significant role in our relationship – from our meeting and engagement (stories for another time… for as my best friend says, “You know it’s a good story when it takes at least three people to tell it right!”) through to our wedding and the last four years. Then again, we invited spirit in.
On to today’s tale!
Upon our engagement, to assist Don and I in determining the best day to get married, we consulted two talented astrologers for their advice. Fortunately, a date selected by them coincided with a time my father and step-mother were already planning on being in Buffalo!! So without hesitation we moved quickly to plan the affair as the selected date, August 23rd, was only two months away!
Don and I really wanted a small wedding. Prior to being engaged I never understood the need for a big, elaborate wedding and had even gone as far to joke that IF I were to get married (I never saw myself as the marrying type) I’d elope. But, when it came down to it, we didn’t want to disappoint anyone. So in two months time, we planned three days of wedding events: a blessing ceremony which mimicked a traditional wedding reception with our closest friends and family, the only caveat - WE WERE NOT MARRIED YET; a backyard barbeque where we invited all our friends and family, NO ONE was left out with over 300 invitations being sent; and, the actual commitment ceremony where Don and I were able to do it OUR way.
As with any wedding weekend there were some hiccups and disappointments, but overall it was truly beautiful. Family members still say it was one of the best (and most unique) weddings they’ve been to in awhile. People loved the music (Friday night we hired Nick Battistella who croons to songs by the Rat Pack and Saturday we were serenaded by Total Eclipse, a local cover band who even allowed Don’s Best Woman, Chris, to get in on the action and knock out a song on the drums); others loved the caricaturist who did pictures for wedding favors; others continue to comment on the beautiful invitations designed and created by my good friend Teresa, the proprietor of Willow Branch creations; others it was some the cheesecake from Say Cheesecake; and, others just appreciated the flowing spirits and hired bartender (it’s not an Irish wedding without an open bar!)… The one aspect that EVERYONE remembers and reflects upon however is the GEESE.
After the Friday and Saturday celebrations, on Sunday morning we had an intimate ceremony in Yates Park (aka Green Lake) conducted by one of my best friends, Reverend Amie Michaels. We hadn’t arranged a place, but were glad to see that the small gazebo next to the water that sat about twelve (perfect for our guests) was empty. It was there that we exchanged vows.
As we professed our love and commitment, the wind picked up slightly and just as we were saying our final “I dos” not one, but TWO flocks of geese flew overhead. Everyone present scrambled to get a picture… for we all knew it was something special.
We have taken the geese as a sign that spirit was blessing our union as a goose is a symbol of marital fidelity for a goose never leaves one of its own kind behind. Should a goose become injured during its migratory trek, another goose will leave the migrating flock to stay with its partner. This goose will stay with the injured until s/he has recovered or until its final breath. As such, Don and I knew this marriage was for the long haul.
Now four years in, we’ve had ups and downs in the road. But we always keep the geese in mind and one of us is struggling, the other stands by and helps the other. As I say to Don when he annoys me, “Oh goodness… at least it’s only for the rest of YOUR life…” which hopefully will be longer than shorter.
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.