Last week I received a reminder of the upcoming Holistic Chamber of Commerce conference in Manhattan Beach, CA. While the conference was appealing because it advertises and will provide tremendous content that I could apply to my business, I did not intend on attending. California is quite the hike!
But when I heard my phone buzz and saw the reminder e-mail, something caused me to click the link to find out more. Perhaps it was because I had twenty minutes to kill before my next client arrived. Perhaps it was the curiosity to see who they had added to their speaking line up. Perhaps it was the universe prodding me. Whatever it was, I clicked the link.
During the autumn months, my phone rings off the hook with people looking for readings and advice regarding how to deal with things that are going bump in the night. This never surprises me as I wrote in this Blog, the “veil” is thin. In the fall, it is easier for Spirit to communicate with us causing people to fear the paranormal activity they are experiencing (advice calls) or have a greater desire to communicate with their loved ones (increased readings).
I know all this. I expect an increase in calls. I expect my “waiting room” to be more full. I even expect to see more Spirits when I am running errands. What I don’t expect is for more “bumps” in the night IN MY HOUSE. But, that’s exactly what I’ve been experiencing recently.
It all started a few weeks ago...
When I started writing, the book I intended on penning looked NOTHING like the book it has become. At the time, I intended on writing about the basics of mediumship – grounding, protecting, centering and listening.
Why did I think I was going to write about the basics? There were several reasons which included:
But, alas, that book was not meant to be… this time at least. And, don’t worry… I didn’t scrap the copy. Rather, that material was put in a parking lot for another book. In fact, even upon the last review of this book two whole chapters got cut and pushed into a future book!
So why did I change the premise of the first book?
Well the premise of the book never actually changed. When I set out to write the book it was with the objective of writing to engage individuals who don’t think they are mediums. I wanted to reach the people who are “spiritual but not religious” and the people searching for something and aren’t sure to what or where to go. More importantly, I want to normalize mediumship by demonstrating EVERYONE is a medium. Unfortunately, I quickly realized this is something the basics would not do. Why? It’s simple. While I believe everyone is a medium. Yes – You and You and You and You – not everyone believes they are.
Realizing this, I was stumped. How do I do that? Fortunately, my days in health care consumer engagement flashed before my eyes. As I reflected upon that work, I recalled that consumers could be divided into four categories: Phase One, the deer in the headlight who knew nothing about the topic and needed to be made aware; Phase Two, the individual who was aware but who lacked education; Phase Three, the folks who are engaged and want to take action, but just need a little assistance as they modify and adopt new behaviors; and, Phase Four, the individuals who are already doing it but might need a little assistance in maintaining their way of life. Upon remembering this, I smiled as I noted that everything we do in life prepares us for something. I also, I realized the book about basics would engage individuals in stages three and four. Not my target audience.
So, before I could write a book about developing that intuition, even if it was a book about the basics, I needed to first write a book for the people still searching to figure it out. But what would engage people in stage one and two? That’s when I realized I would need to describe not only why one would want to use their intuition, but more importantly how it works. By describing how it works, I’m able to demonstrate why mediumship is not reserved for the special few but is something that is within us all.
I would have been remiss, however, to leave this information without simple things to be aware of to enhance their intuition and trust it.
And with that, One was born. Had I wrote the basics book first, those with an aversion to mediumship would have dismissed it and perhaps other books. One opens the door for them.
With Mother’s Day this coming weekend, I have reflected on the many ways I am grateful for my mom.
Like many mothers, she was loving and supportive. I know she sacrificed for me and my brother many times. There were times she worked two jobs. Times where she would work an overnight and, despite lack of sleep, be up for us the next day. It wasn’t always easy.
Not only did she sacrifice, she was always there. As a child, she was attended each and every extracurricular activity I participated in. She was there for every award ceremony, band concert and competition. While in college, she would send me care packages a few times a month and come down to visit regularly. Then after the car accident, she was my advocate ensuring I got the best health care possible. I accredit her persistence and unacceptable of “wait as see” as part of the reason I was able to recover beyond the doctors’ expectations.
I always knew she loved me. More importantly, I knew my parents supported all my gifts and talents.
As children, my brother and I had one responsibility: Education. My parents wanted us to do well in school and learn as much as we possibly could. We could learn through travel or clubs, reading or writing, volunteer work or jobs. It didn’t matter, as long as we were learning. My mom never encouraged or pushed me to choose one activity over another. Once I decided, she was behind it one hundred percent. She did her best to make the dream a reality.
That was the case when I expressed an interest in honing my intuitive gifts. At first, she responded with a big smile. Afterwards she expressed, from the time she heard the woman in my room, she knew intuition would be in my life one way or another.
To help me, she took me to classes. In fact, she attended many classes with me! Together, we discovered more about our spirit guides, how to read auras and about the different forms of intuition. But I wanted more. And when I found the Northeast Holistic Center for Healing and Psychic Development, my mother (and aunt) did not hesitate to facilitate the education. Every other week, they would make the forty-minute trek (back and forth) to the center so I could attend classes.
When I started doing this professionally, she assisted me. And she has continued to do so. With an office in East Aurora, she watches Baby Girl once a week to lessen the burden on us. And, upon publishing my book, she was one of the first people to pre-order it. She didn’t have to. I would have given her a copy… but she wanted to purchase it.
Every day, she demonstrates support.
One could say, that’s what moms do. And each mom, in their own way does. But, I like to think my mom is special and I’m grateful to have her support. Without her support, and her intuitive genes, I may not be where I am today.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! And, to all the other moms out there.
When the time came to say good-bye to Daphne, my first baby, the universe aligned to ensure her brother Seamus would not be alone.
Seamus was our special needs dog. We adopted him in 2011 from Buffalo Pug and Small Breed Rescue. When he joined our family, he was about six years old. Prior to that, he lived his life at a puppy mill. From his demeanor and posture, our vet theorized that he was the stud and spent very little time outside of a small cage.
Being a mill dog and accustomed to being part of the pack, Seamus took to Daphne right away. She was the alpha dog and eased his transition into our home. Without her, even though from the moment he met me he was attached, I don’t know if our home would have become his. It took him a good year and a half to become comfortable enough to not feel the need to keep himself awake.
Knowing this, we worried how Seamus would handle the loss of Daphne. Especially since I was pregnant and a baby would be joining our family in a mere six months.
To make things easier on Seamus, we knew we needed to get another dog. Which, to be honest, was the last thing either my husband or I wanted to add to our pile while I was pregnant, but we reasoned it was the best thing for Seamus.
At the time, a puppy was out of the question. Neither my husband nor I (or Seamus) had the time or patience to house train a puppy or deal with a puppy’s energy. Plus, there are so many dogs out there that need a home, we decided to adopt. To find a dog to fit our family, I went on the Buffalo Pug and Small Breed Rescue website. Unfortunately, we knew we were also not in a position to manage another high-needs dog like Seamus and none of the dogs available for adoption at the time seemed to be a good fit. So upon the recommendation of our vet, I checked out Joyful Rescues, another non-profit animal rescue. And there was Rodney.
From the description, Rodney appeared to be a perfect fit. He was a pug, our breed of choice. He was ten years old, the same age as Seamus. And, he had come from a family with children. According to the website, the only reason he had been surrendered was because his previous family had gone through a divorce and could no longer provide for him. Not only that, he had JUST been surrendered and his profile posted that day.
I felt the universe was aligning. And the serendipities continued. When I called the rescue, I spoke to the founder who, having also recently lost her pet, was eager to make this match work. She encouraged me to fill out the application and we arranged to meet Rodney two days later. If we liked him, at that point we could take him home.
And we did. Rodney fit right in. So much so, that while adopting him people who walked by thought he was already part of our family. They thought Seamus was the one being adopted… I did mention he was our “special” guy.
A few days after adopting Rodney, we said good-bye to Daphne. Then a few months later, we welcomed our Baby Girl.
That was our family. The five of us. For several years.
Until this past fall, when we had to say good-bye to Seamus.
Rodney, unfortunately, was not been the same. A sadness came over him. Which we were warned of and we tried to manage by giving him extra love. We even started bringing him to my aunt’s on the days she watched Baby Girl so he wouldn’t have long days to himself. This seemed to help.
But, the inflammatory bowel disease, a chronic disease he has had since we got him, continued to worsen. Since his bowel movements became more and more unpredictable, we found it harder to bring him to my aunt’s and we could no longer allow him to sleep in bed with us.
And, he continued to steadily decline. He would refuse meals and treats, which for pugs is unheard of. He would stay in his bed in the kitchen instead of snuggling. He was having more bad days than good.
Watching his behavior, my husband and I saw the writing on the wall. We knew the inevitable was coming. He was nearly fourteen after-all. So we asked each other and ourselves, “Is he in pain?” “What is his quality of life?” “How will we know it is time?”
I shouldn’t have worried so much about these things. One day last week, I woke up to another mess in the kitchen. And while it wasn’t the worst we had seen, upon hearing Rodney’s stomach gurgle, I had the conviction that it was time. While he didn’t tell me, like Daphne did, I just knew.
The important things in life, you know. You don’t have to mull over them. That certainty sets in.
And that was the case with this situation. it was time. He went peacefully. We will miss him. At least we know Seamus was there waiting.
Last week my family said goodbye to my dear Uncle Wayne. While he is no longer here on the earth plane, we all are taking comfort in the signs he has provided the family upon his arrival to heaven. Doesn’t mean we don’t miss him, but songs have played, electronics have gone off, the electricity has been wonky, and cardinals have arrived that we all take comfort in.
Many of these occurrences were discussed as we celebrated his life. As my husband chimed in on the conversation, he commented that my uncle as well as other deceased family members were gracing the festivities with their presence. He (and I) were a bit taken aback when a few family members were surprised to hear my husband is also a medium.
Why did this surprise them? And, why in turn was I then surprised they were surprised?
While I didn’t have an in-depth conversation with them, I assume they were surprised to find out my husband is a medium due to the common perception of what a medium is. They think of someone who is “gifted” (i.e. not the common Joe Schmoe). Not only that, that person (like me) sees and actively communicates with Spirit.
I know this perception is one my mother used to (and perhaps still does) have and probably wouldn’t announce to anyone that she is a medium. Why? Because she honestly may not believe she is a medium. She knows she is intuitive, but because she doesn’t see Spirit, except in shadow form sometimes, she doesn’t perceive herself as a medium. But she does feel and sense them.
She knows when Spirits are around. She has even cultivated that talent. However, unlike a “medium” who actively communicates with them, she ignores them. For the most part. She will scold them when they are giving her grief. She also reminds them of the “rules” when certain family members are visiting so those individuals aren’t bothered.
In my book, all that lines up to one thing, she is a medium. Much like my husband.
Do they talk to them like I talk to Spirit? No. But are they just as much of a medium, yes. EVERYONE IS A MEDIUM!!
Unfortunately, not everyone sees that… We see TV shows like the Long Island Medium or the Hollywood Medium, and these very talented individuals communicate with loved ones. They are the 1% and very talented. But mediumship is SOOOOOOOOOO much more than that. But, we don’t often see that represented. Even in my very open family where I preach that everyone is intuitive and a medium… they don’t always get it. Knowing that, I am saddened to think of the individuals who sneak out to see me because their family “wouldn’t approve.”
I’m setting out to change this perception. On March 8th, I launched 100 videos in 100 days on my YouTube Channel. That means now through June 15th, EVERY DAY, I will be posting a video demonstrating what it is like to be a medium. It’s not just talking to dead people. It’s talking to your guides. It’s following your intuition and gut instincts. It’s living a life of purpose.
Why am I doing it? Because I’ve found my purpose. And, it’s scary to say that if I do it right I very well may be out of a job because I want to NORMALIZE mediumship and intuition. I want each of you to realize there is the medium waiting in you to be awakened. Not only that, I want you to realize it’s not that hard to awaken it.
People want you to think it is. They either want you to see them as special for having the ability and as a result you must go to them for answers or to communicate with their loved ones. This boosts both their ego and pocket book. Or, they want you to think it is hard so you will pay good money to have your intuition awakened and come to them for classes.
But in all honesty, it’s not that hard. What made my husband such a good medium; because while he doesn’t see quite like I do, he has become very skilled; are a couple of things:
Those three things really are what makes him successful. Faith plays in… but faith and trust come when you have the rest.
So tune in… and see my life and how you can awaken your intuition as well.
Fifteen years ago today, my life changed forever. If you read my Blog, Hit on the Head, you recall I was in a significant car accident.
Fifteen years is really a LONG time. It’s a little less than half my lifespan. Soon, I will have lived more of my life after the accident than before. At this point the norm that was imposed on me by the accident, which includes but not limited to my inability to drive, is all I remember. At this point, remembering the Dawn I was before the accident, is hard. And yet, despite this extensive timespan and the memory lapse, the anniversary is always tough.
The dreaded anticipation of the anniversary begins each year after my January 22nd birthday. Each year, I tell myself this year the anniversary isn’t going to bother me. Again, 15 years is a long time. I should be over it already, shouldn’t I? But each year, it does bother me.
Each year the two weeks between my birthday and the anniversary goes a little like this:
This has happened each year. This year has been no different.
Desiring to break the cycle, this year I have done a great deal of reflection. And I realized something. Do the steps look/sound familiar to you? If you’ve taken an introductory psychology class they probably do. They are the five stages of grief.
Realizing I have been experiencing the stages of grief, initially I was confused. I didn’t die… I lived. What did I have to grieve? Upon further reflection, the accident was a mini death and my own Near Death Experience.
It was not a typical Near Death Experience as I don’t believe that my heart stopped and no one needed to resuscitate me, but it was my brush with death. For all sakes and purposes, I should have died that day. After being hit by three 18-wheeler trucks, sliding under one and having the top of my vehicle sheared off, and being buried by thousands of pounds for metal pipes, my survival was truly a miracle.
Unfortunately, my memory of the day is shoddy. The gaps, and there are many, have been filled in over-time with details provided by court reports, bystanders and newspapers. There are two memories I believe to be my own. First, I clearly remember a gold car and bright lights ahead of me. I also recall an impassioned desire not to die.
The bright lights occurred moments before the accident. As I recall them ahead of me, I perceived them to be a gold car shining their headlights brightly in front of me. From the accident reports and investigations by accident reconstruction experts, my account is faulty. While there were eight cars in the accident, none were gold. Additionally, I was hit from behind so I would not have seen bright lights ahead of me. I know this to be fact. Experts have testified to it. But I can’t shake the memory.
I’ve spent hours trying to reconcile the discrepancy between what I wholeheartedly hold to be true and the reality of the situation. After reading about Near Death Experiences where individual after individual recount a bright white light, I’ve begun to question… could this gold light I observed be a result of a Near Death Experience? Was my belief that it was a car and headlight a rationalization of the situation I was in?
I believe that is what happened.
Especially considering my next memory. Despite being a ping pong between multiple semi’s, the entire accident likely took less than a minute from start to finish. Fortunately, I don’t recall any of those details. All I remember is the desire, in every inch of my body, not to die. I remember reaching up to rescue workers insisting I was not going to die. I needed to come back.
Needed to come back from where? That I don’t recall… but from bystanders’ accounts, noise wasn’t heard from my car immediately. In fact, from initial assessments (mind you the car was buried and so they had no access to me), I was a goner.
I wasn’t a goner. And I was insistent I was going to live. In my moments of sadness, I remind myself of that. I honor my experience. And, I get through another year.
Hopefully with this self-awareness, next year will be easier!
2016 was an interesting year, to say the least! Over the course, there were lots of UPS and lots of DOWNS. Throughout it all, there have been lots of lessons. Here are a few of the most important lessons I learned.
Don’t Be too Rigid
I like a schedule. I thrive when I have goals. I love order. But, in 2016 I learned to take these when I can get them and use them as guidelines. With a strong-willed toddler, I’ve had to. With my baby girl, if it is not something she wants to do – forget it as it will be more painful if I try to force it.
This lesson has been a hard one to learn. There have been many days I cringe, want to scream "JUST DO IT ALREADY", and force the issue. But I can’t, and I don’t. And, because I don’t and instead, live in the moment, I have had amazing moments and amazing realizations.
These moments are both with my daughter, but also with my career as I have tried to be more fluid with that. I’m having fun with it and it has birthed amazing ideas that will come to fruition in 2017 (just you wait)! I’m so grateful for this.
Respect people for who they are AND try to meet them where THEY are
A friend of mine once told me, “Don’t place your standards upon another person. Rather, acknowledge who they are for both their strengths and weaknesses. Expect their strengths, but more importantly expect their weaknesses. If you do that, relationship issues will be a thing of the past.”
At the time this was shared with me, I recognized it as sage advice and heeded it. And my friend was correct, by recognizing that people are who they are and not taking their action personally, relationships were easy. For example, I worked with a woman who was sharp tongued, slightly judgmental and DID NOT like being told what to do. Several colleagues, after being hurt by her comments, asked me how it was she and I had such a good relationship and how we didn’t butt heads. I told them because I recognized that was who she was and I respected the space she needed.
Because of that respect, we got along, coexisted and were friendly. But we remained acquaintances never became friends.
In 2016, I found that I was using this trick with family and friends as well as with acquaintances. And while this tool worked wonderfully with acquaintances, it fell short with loved ones. Why? Because we weren’t making a deeper connection.
This became increasingly apparent with the relationship with my husband. This year was challenging for him as he actively worked through psychological traumas which made him at worst a bear, at best a grump. The discomfort and tension was uncomfortable. In order to cope, I used this trick. WORST IDEA EVER. Why? It made things worst.
Things got to a point we embarked on couples counseling. During one of our first sessions, our counselor Bret introduced us to the concept of Languages of Love. What we learned is that we were approaching the other with OUR language of love, not THEIRS. Soon as we understood where the other was coming from and spoke the other’s language, we were able to offer constructive (and even critical) advice to one another. As a result, our relationship strengthened.
Being aware of this concept, I was able to take it and apply it to my practice. I’ve found myself attempting to meet my clients where they are and speak to them with deeper candor. I hope this has made me a better reader.
The Tower isn’t a the WORST Tarot card EVER…
Up until this year, I have HATED the Tower Card. Why? Just LOOK at it. A tower being struck by lightening with flames coming out the windows as individuals jump for their lives onto the rocks below. The imagery alone is disturbing. See that pop up in a reading, who wouldn’t be scared?
But beyond just the imagery, the meaning of the card isn’t much better. The Tower represents sudden upheaval and tumultuous change. Great… I don’t know about you, but when I think about sudden change I think of pain and discomfort. And to me the imagery supports that interpretation.
As a result, up until this year, whenever the Tower card would appear in a reading I would shudder and I’d try to conveniently ignore it. Not anymore! In 2016, the Tower transformed (for me) from the disruptive event to the a-ha moment, the moment when everything clicks into place and an individual’s life is forever changed.
What does this a-ha moment look like? Let me use a silly example. When I was in elementary school I struggled with learning decimals. This was new to me, as I’d always been good at math, but despite my and my father’s effort, I just couldn’t get it. And then suddenly I did. I didn’t do anything different. It’s not like there had suddenly been a new way of presenting the information that demonstrated decimals to me. Everything just suddenly made sense. After that moment, I couldn’t tell you why I didn’t get it before and couldn’t not get it any longer. That moment where everything makes sense is what the Tower card means to me.
What instigated the change? Perhaps it is because in my own life I am realizing that change isn’t bad scary. Rather it’s exciting scary. I’m seeing the lessons and opportunities in life rather than the struggles, and perhaps that is why the card is evolving for me. And perhaps it is so that I can pass that excitement and empowerment on to my clients as well.
Guides are Smarter than I thought
And lastly, I’ve gained additional (if that is possible) respect for the work our Spirit Guides do for us.
I never cease to be amazed with how they step up to the plate and lend a helping hand when requested. I saw this all the time when I was pregnant with their parking spot assistance. But it was always something I thought I had to ask for, sort of like my husband… I know I have to ask him to clean the bathroom as he rarely does from his own initiative.
Believing this, I’ve often told people that if they want to manifest a desire into their life, make a list and send it to Spirit. Don’t only make a list, but make it specific. Be very clear what you want. I’ve heard stories of women who have asked for a partner, only to get a gay man to enter their life being everything they ever wanted… except the sexual attraction.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still think this is a valuable and important piece of advice. But, being too specific doesn’t allow for the universe to work its magic.
I witnessed this in 2016 when a dear friend made a six page, front and back, list of what she wanted in a partner. And her guides provided… that individual walked into my friend’s life and they had a spectacular romance, until they didn’t. There were some fundamental issues between the two that, perhaps in an effort to “fill” my friend’s order, the guides had to accommodate.
In review of that, I realized our Guides know us better than we, or at least I, give them credit. I also realized I need to trust that they know what is in my best interest. Amazingly, as I have done that, opportunities I would have missed otherwise have blossomed.
So many lessons… And in retrospect, they are simple and I should have realized them sooner. But I’m glad I didn’t, because for me it demonstrates the continued growth of my soul. And more importantly, it demonstrates that I still have more to learn. That’s why my soul is here after all.
Hope you all have a wonderful 2017. What did you learn in 2016?
Are you enjoying the holiday season? How do you celebrate? It amazes me how over the years my preferences for celebrating have changed so dramatically.
Let’s flash back to 1999. I was a young adult in college. I LOVED crazy, loud parties. I’d go to big soirees and get all dressed up. I loved going dancing with friends. If there was a get together, I was there. And quite frankly, it didn’t matter WHAT night of the week it was. Nor did it matter what time it started. In fact, I often wasn’t heading out the door until at least 11pm.
Now… When I’m told there’s a party, the first thought that goes through my head is: “Can’t I just stay home in my pajamas?”
Knowing that I can’t be anti-social and should really make an appearance at a few events, before I determine which events to attend I ask the following questions:
Now you might be thinking, “Dawn that’s normal… you are getting older afterall.”
While age and it’s increased responsibilities of a real job and a family definitely play a significant role, I think my desire for quieter more intimate gatherings can also be attributed to my increased awareness of energies, intuition and mediumship.
Why? Because in smaller, quieter parties I don’t have to deal with as much energetic baggage. And let me tell you, the energetic baggage that people carry with them around the holidays is IMMENSE!
What is this energetic baggage that I speak of?
First, it includes Deceased Loved Ones. It has been my experience that during the holidays, deceased loved ones are louder and pushier. They WANT to get their family to know they are around.
Now that is all fine and good. Except I have a rule, when I’m not in with clients… I am OFF the clock. If I’m off the clock, no matter how hard a Spirit pushes, I’m not going to pass a message. Why? Selfishly, I feel I deserve time off. Reading is my job… there should be times when I should have just my thoughts. And secondly, just because the deceased loved one wants to pass the message doesn’t mean that their loved one wants to receive it.
Unfortunately, during the holidays Spirits tend to push that boundary a little further. The larger the crowd, the more Spirits that are pushing and the more work it is to enforce that bubble.
Along this same line of thought, YOU (my friend) may be grieving or missing your loved one who has crossed. The holidays are a time we reminisce and think fondly of our family members who have left the earthly plane. Many wish to be able to have that one last conversation with their loved one.
And then I enter the scene. We may be out to dinner. At a holiday party. On the phone. Or out shopping. Wherever we are, your deceased loved ones not far from our thoughts. It’s human nature, knowing that I do talk to loved ones, to hope that perhaps my rule will be broken. Yet, knowing that I’m “off the clock” and wanting to respect my boundaries… you don’t ask. Even though you don’t verbally ask, the body language and energy does. It’s sort of like the little kid who when a magician asks for a volunteer from the audience and he and wants to wave his arm and yell, “Pick me pick me pick me!’ but instead sits on his hands squirming left and right. You don’t say it… but I know. That can be overwhelming.
What is also overwhelming is peoples AURAS. Your aura and everyone else’s wherever the gathering is. They are supercharged by stress and emotion (good and bad). It is bouncing around all over the place, it is sticky and it is contagious. Think about it for a moment… how much more road rage to you encounter during the holidays than any other part of the year? Is it really because people are driving that much worse, or could it be because the energy just facilitates it.
Alcohol also facilitates the crazy auras. As we know, the liquid libations are often flowing during the holidays, which doesn’t always make situations comfortable for the intuitive.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude. I enjoy a glass of wine or heavy beer just as much as the next guy, but I also know that alcohol (especially in excess) inhibits my protection and filters as well as those for people around me. Think about it… when people drink they say things that wouldn’t normally say. I know I do. My friends love to give me a drink or two because they know my filter is down and the words are flowing. Just because I get loose lips and may be connected to Spirit, doesn’t mean it is of Spirit for the highest and best. Hence why I don’t drink when I am reading.
Similarly, I don’t like to read people who are drunk because their boundaries are down and their guides aren’t protecting them as much. Also without the filter, individuals who are drinking are throwing their auras around for everyone to see. Again, it’s overwhelming.
Lastly, this time of year fosters a CURIOSITY as to what is coming next. As a medium, in addition to communicating with loved ones, I communicate with guides and guardian angels. More than anytime else during the year, around the new year my friends and family become curious in regards to what the new year may have in store for them. And they often hope I’ll give them some wise direction. Again, because most have become respectful of my boundaries they don’t outright ask… BUT, their energy SCREAMS – “please tell me what to do!” Instead they do a tap dance…
So while I’m getting old and I just don’t have the stamina to shake it like I did when I was younger, the energy is more my deciding factor than anything else. For my friends, if I seem like I am avoiding you, please don’t take it personal… I’ll see you in January! And for those who have intuitive friends, know that them avoiding you may have less to do with you and more to do with the need to protect their energy.
Another quick tip… if you’ve noticed, most of the stress comes from energy that is bottled up and the questions that are avoided. From an intuitive’s perspective, it is always better to be blunt, open and honest as opposed to biting one’s tongue. We can always feel it… but because you aren’t stating what is going on, we don’t know what to do about it. Help a girl (or guy) out and ask/say what’s on your mind.
November is a month that is bittersweet for me. I love Thanksgiving. As we prepare for the holidays, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for all the blessings in my life (check me out at Instagram to view my 30 Days of Gratitude Challenge). Unfortunately, November is also tainted with a sadness. Both my grandfathers and my step-brother passed around the holiday (for the story of my step-brother, click here).
You are probably thinking, “Wow! So much death around the holidays – how sad!” It actually isn’t uncommon for loved ones to pass around the holidays, I’ll talk about that a little more in a future blog.
And to be honest, even though I grew up knowing my paternal grandfather passed on Thanksgiving, it didn’t phase me. I never knew him. In fact, the first time my mother “met” him was at his funeral. My parents were planning on travelling to NYC that Thanksgiving and announcing their engagement, but instead of celebrating the happy news they were celebrating my grandfather’s sudden death. He had been suffering symptoms while preparing Thanksgiving dinner. Convinced to see his doctor, he suffered a massive heartache while sitting in his doctor’s office.
His passing was just part of his story. It just was.
My maternal grandfather’s passing, on the other hand, was much harder. I knew him. We were close. And while he was ill, he had lung cancer, and we KNEW he was dying, we didn’t expect for him to go so quickly. In fact, being as his birthday was just a couple days after Thanksgiving and we knew it would be his last, we had a large birthday party planned.
He didn’t make it. And that was hard.
It wasn’t the concept of his death, however, that was hard. I’d had family members pass before. I’d even had a friend I’d known since elementary school pass the year before. So I was keenly aware of the concept of death and what it meant.
What was different about this was witnessed some of the things a dying person experiences that assists them with their transition.
Here is what I learned from my grandfather’s passing:
When my grandfather told me he loved me, I knew I was never going to see him alive again. And sure enough, less than an hour later, the phone rang. I remember sitting at the top of the stairs and starting to cry before my mom even got off the phone. It had been my grandmother letting us know “Al was gone.” When they arrived home he went upstairs to his apartment, she stayed downstairs to let the dog out. When she made her way upstairs, he was already gone.
He was ready. He had done the things he wanted to.
Each November, these memories flood back. They are bittersweet… and while sadness floods in at first, I am immediately reminded and comforted that we had that one last Thanksgiving. Love you Grandpa!
A fact few people realize about me is – I am legally blind.
When I say that, people often do a double take and say… “WHAAAAAAAAT?”
That response makes me smile. Why? Because it means I’m being successful in not allowing my disability to limit me. And quite honestly, while it is an annoyance, there are much worse things to be. The biggest limitation I face is that I can’t drive.
The reason this is an annoyance as opposed to a blockage is primarily due to the type of vision I lack. My vision straight on, while a little blurry, isn’t terrible. I CAN see without my glasses, although I choose not to. It’s not comfortable. What I don’t see, even WITH glasses, is in my peripheral. I have tunnel vision.
It wasn’t always this way. It is a result of a car accident that changed my life nearly fifteen years ago (click here for more about that). But for all sakes and purposes, this is how I always remember my life being.
After my accident, the visual disruption wasn’t identified at first. There was a lot going on. I was adapting to my new norm and faking being okay. After being discovered by my eye doctor, Dr. O’Connor of Aurora Optometric, he had me undergo intensive vision therapy that included stimulating the eyes and brain with different colored lights (goes back to a practice of the ancient Egyptians!!) and eye exercises. It opened my field, but not enough to be safe on the road.
It was something I had to accept. Honestly, at that point in time, I was grateful my vision was proving to be the only long term effect from the car accident. So, if you are beginning to feel sorry for me, DON’T.
It hasn’t always been easy, but I have come to view the disability as a blessing rather than a curse. Why? A number of reasons exist. I could be funny (and truthful) and say because my husband and I only have one car, we save money on car insurance and car payments. Only having one car does have its benefits, besides the cost. Because I don’t drive, my husband treks me all over town. That time is the time many people spend alone in their own car commuting to and from work or running errands. I get to spend that time (for better or worse) with my husband. During this time we talk, which I feel strengthens our relationship. It also means we do A LOT together. From grocery shopping, going to doctor appointments, etc. We are always in the know, and we know the other is there to support the other.
I also attribute my lack of vision with my increased ability to connect spiritually and psychically. If you’ve read my blog, you know mediumship has always been a part of me (click here to see where it all started), but after my accident I became much more attuned. Recognizing energies was part of how I adapted to my environment with the lack of vision. It was something I had to do. Had I not, I would have been startled all the time. In the store, in restaurants, etc. People would come up behind me and because I didn’t see them, I didn’t know they were there. By paying attention psychically, I was more aware of people. Having to do this, I have no doubt has helped me become better at what I do.
So while my lack of vision is an annoyance, and I know my husband sometimes wishes I could drive myself to my house parties (especially when they go long) or be able to run errands, overall it’s a blessing. And yes, I’m making lemonade out of lemons… but is that a bad thing? I don’t think so. I’m working with what I’ve got!
Next time you are faced with a situation that is less than ideal, think about what opportunities are being opened up to you. Chances are, there are a lot of blessings hidden beneath the challenges.
I was spoiled with my pug Daphne (for more about Daphne, click here). She was an expert communicator. With sass and spunk, she made her needs and desires crystal clear even to the densest individual. For example, if it was getting late and there were guests over, Daphne would stare them down until she got their attention. She would then walk to the door, bring her stare to the door and then shift her gaze between the person and the door until they left. An individual didn’t need to be intuitive to know that she was telling them to leave.
Her brothers, Rodney and Seamus, don’t communicate as effectively. Not sure if it is their personalities or that unlike Daphne whom I got as a puppy, the boys were both rescued as adults (11 and 6 respectively) or because when we got them she did the talking for them and they didn’t need to bother. Whatever it is, neither talks a whole lot. So since she left us two years ago (more on that, click here) we’ve had a hard time deciphering the boys wants, let alone needs.
Over the past few months, this has become more and more troubling. As at 13 and 12 , each individually is beginning to show signs of old age. Especially Seamus. His legs are becoming weak and he is beginning to poop in the house due to (according to the vet in May) nerve degeneration; we have noticed his hearing is going – he rarely responds to his name while awake and forget about it if he is asleep; and, the other day while scratching his neck, I found a hard lump in his throat.
He doesn’t communicate his needs telepathically. This could be due to his upbringing as the first six years of his life he lived in a puppy mill and had very little human contact. Due to this limited contact with humans, his development of communication skills could have been thwarted. Or it could just be his disposition. Like some people who just don’t like to talk much, he could be like that. Either way, other than his verbal complaints of displeasure over my absence in the form of continual whimpers while I am gone and yowls upon my return, we can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling.
So, with the mounting health concerns, in order to figure out what was going on with him, we approached the issue the old-fashioned way. We took him to the Vet.
After giving him the once over, Dr. Sweeney from Elma Vets assured us that simply stated he is becoming an old man and it is very unlikely he is in any pain. To alleviate our concerns over the lump, which she was fairly certain was just an inflamed lymph node, she aspirated it and tested it. Sure enough, nothing to worry about.
As I said when I started, I was spoiled with Daphne. But, just because Rodney and Seamus don’t do as good a job doesn’t mean I love them any less… and, I probably worry about them more! Sometimes I forget how much I use my intuition. This was a good reminder.
Astrology fascinates me.
And, I have a great deal of respect for astrology practitioners. In my limited studies on the topic, I quickly recognized how much time and dedication it would take to learn all the nuances in order to be good. Respecting that, I’m always the first to admit I have learned just enough to be dangerous but it’s best to leave the real interpretations to the experts!!
Especially since the one thing about astrology I am certain of is – IT IS REAL. The planets really do exert forces that have an impact our lives. I witness the strength of the planetary forces every mercury retrograde when technology and communication goes askew. And, every full moon when people get a little emotional. It was especially apparent this past week when the full moon’s energy was amplified by a lunar eclipse. It seemed that everyone I ran into was feeling nostalgic and emotional.
Having witnessed this phenomena and because I’m a little superstitious, before my husband said our I dos seven years ago we consulted not one but TWO astrologers (Ellen Bourn and Amie Michaels). Why did we consult with them? We wanted them to identify the ideal moment for us to say our I dos in and effort to ensure marital success. We thought, hey any help from the universe we can get we’ll take it. And, one thing was for sure, it couldn’t hurt!!
Each astrologer took both my husband and my natal charts, overlaid them and then compared that to the upcoming year to find the perfect combination. This is where I get lost and overwhelmed. That’s why we left it to the experts.
We were grateful and AMAZED when each independently recommended a window between 11am and noon on Sunday, August 23rd. If that doesn’t say something about astrology being a science, I don’t know what does!
So why did both ladies choose August 23rd between 11am and 12noon?
In order to explain that, I should talk a little about the astrology basics… the stuff I feel confident about! Well, somewhat.
In the basics of astrology there are three important components that should always be taken into consideration: the Sun, Moon and Ascendant signs. In astrology, your sun sign is what we most often associate with. The day you were born indicates this, i.e. I was born on January 22 so I am an Aquarius. Your sun sign indicates what you show or shine to the outside world. Your moon sign, on the other-hand, indicates who you are when no one else is looking and is what an individual may try to hide. In a month, the moon will touch upon each of the twelve zodiac signs. Finally, the ascendant sign which is determined by which zodiac sign constellation is on the horizon at the moment of birth or an event, indicates who you are becoming. In a twenty-four-hour period, each zodiac is in the sky.
Now that you know that, let’s explore why Sunday, August 23rd between 11am and 12noon was ideal.
At the selected time, the Sun was in Virgo. Why was this good? First off, Virgo is an earth sign. This means that there is a focus on the home and the physical plane. This was important to my husband and I because both live much of our life in the spiritual realm. We viewed our marriage as a way to remind us of the importance of having a physical existence. We found this concept so important that we chose to engrave our wedding bands with the phrase, “As above, so below.” Additionally, traits typically associated with Virgo includes faithfulness, dedication, practicality and hard work. All qualities desirable for a marriage. Not only that, Virgos rarely leave anything to chance and have clearly defined roles. In our marriage where the partnership exists both in the home and in business, this was an important component.
While Virgos are loving, they are not always warm and fuzzy. Fortunately, as both my husband and I are Aquarius which are known to be somewhat detached, this is not an issue. But, the moon sign which is in Libra, does bring a softness. Libra, like Aquarius, is an air sign. Air signs are about intellect and communication. This brings a fluidity and harmony to the relationships. Additionally, traits of Libras include diplomacy, cooperation and balance. For a marriage this is ideal because we will always be working together to find balance.
The Ascendant at the time of our marriage was also Libra. As a Libra Ascendant was desirable, we HAD to be pronounced husband and wife between 11am and 12noon. Why was this important to us? Libras make ideal partners and as an Ascendant this describes what our relationship could become. Libra on the ascendant provokes each of us to strive to grow into better partners. What better goal for a marriage?
After hearing this analysis, how could we not choose this time! Fortunately, it also aligned with when out-of-town family members were already planning on visiting. SERENDIPITY!! Only downfall, trying to explain to people why we were having the reception before the vows AND trying to get people to not call us husband and wife. To this day, some of my husband’s family still rolls their eyes thinking about quirky Dawn.
All I have to say to those eye rolls, we’re seven years in and still going. Is it the astrology? Maybe, maybe not. I choose to believe it is.
You may have noticed over the past few weeks that your loved ones have been leaving you more signs or you feel their presences, or while you drive past a cemetery that there is a peculiar mist that lingers, or that you hear creaks, bumps and taps throughout the house. This is because the “veil” is thin resulting in an increase in Spirit activity.
What does this mean? Well first let me explain what the “Veil” is. It is the energetic barrier and boundary that separates the spirit realm from the physical one. This border ebbs and flows, thickens and thins. During this time of year, it is thinner which means it is easier for Spirits have an easy time transcending and walking between the realms.
Why does the Veil thin? There are a couple reasons. The first being that water weakens the Veil. Ever wonder why England and Ireland seem to have so many hauntings? Or why Spirits are often found in cellars? It’s not just because of the length of time the area has been settled or because it can be dark and spooky… these places are damp. And as we all know, the fall is damp. Hence the weather plays into the increased Spirit activity.
Another reason, and probably the more powerful one, is that with the Day of the Dead, Halloween, Samhain, All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day (all occurring this week) we honor and celebrate those who have passed. In some traditions, they even go as to invite those in the Spiritual realm to return and walk the earth again. The prayers and rituals are invitations to the other side and weaken the veil.
Hence the reason you may be feeling presences now. Your loved ones are coming to visit. It is important to know, however, that our loved ones aren’t the only ones that reside in the Spiritual realm. Our pets go there so you may hear the pitter patter of your long lost kitty or puppy; Faeries live there, and when they visit you may find your keys missing as they like to play pranks; the Angels visit sending “sparkles;” the Spiritual realms is also inhabited by a number of other creatures (some of which can be foreboding).
I’m pretty sure I met one a few Halloweens ago. It was our first Halloween in the house and my husband, a Halloween junkie, was so excited! He left work early to get ready to hand out candy. He dressed up in one of his spooky get-ups, turned Pandora to the Halloween station and waited. Five, Six, Seven o’clock came and went. With no kids to be seen.
Disappointed and deflated, he finally left his post around 8 o’clock because he had to run to the bathroom. By this point, Pandora had been switched off and we were watching Netflix. I’d gotten into my jammies and was enjoying a nice glass of red wine.
When he left his post he muttered, “You’re on candy duty. Not that it matters… no one is coming.”
But, he was wrong. It was during those few minutes he was in the bathroom that the doorbell rang.
A little startled I stumbled up and made my way the door (half expecting to find one of my new neighbors standing there). But nope, there was a werewolf greeting me.
This single trick or treater, obviously an older kid (he was easily 6 foot) stood standing in the doorway and made me a little uneasy. One he seemed to be a little old for trick or treating… And, it struck me as odd that he would be out by himself… I dismissed these thoughts thinking, well it is free candy.
But the trepidation didn’t leave as I continued to approach the door. For he continued to stand there, but said NOTHING. No trick or treat. Or Happy Halloween. I was met with just a grunt. I tried to shake it off and did my duty, I placed the candy in his bag… which resulted in another grunt (I assumed a thank you). And trying to lighten the situation, I chirped “Happy Halloween” and walked away.
When I resumed my position in my comfy chair, blanket around me and glass of wine at the door, I glanced at the front door and was unnerved when I saw him still lingering in the doorway. Where he let out another grunt and then ambled off.
Moments later when my husband came out, I recounted the strange occurrence mentioning he almost didn’t feel human. He was bummed he missed our one trick or treater of the night. He also found it odd that he saw no one on the street, despite having the visitor just moments before.
For weeks, this encounter creeped me out. So when I had the opportunity to talk to my neighbors I mentioned how we were disappointed we didn’t get more than one trick or treater and that it was odd that it was an older kid. She responded, “Yeah we don’t get kids on this street. We are out of the way. I’m surprised you even had the one… I didn’t get any this year!”
Her response made me question… Was this werewolf a person, or could it have been a Spirit transcending the worlds? We wear masks and make up on Halloween to conceal our identities and protect us from spooks. And they conceal themselves from us. Was this really a spook I encountered? If so, what could he have wanted?
In the end, I guess I’ll never know. But it does make always make me wonder, who is really under the mask? Enjoy your Halloween….
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.