guardian angel
Preparing For The Change
You may be aware by now that there is a major change coming to our planet. We are already experiencing many earthly upsets, but because they sometimes appear distant and far removed from us we do not always make the connection.
Some of us will be alarmed, some will be complacent, while others will do everything in their power to deny all this will take place.
My job, as well as others, is not to convince you of anything except to encourage you to prepare for any change that might seem relevant to you. This could mean many different things.
For example, we have installed water barrels alongside our house, we are placing an airtight cooking stove inside our home. We will also put up a few solar panels. If nothing happens , fine, these items are still of great value to us. Should things go awry even on a small scale we will still be able to function with little fuss. Continue reading
Loved Ones Or Spirit Guides?
When I started to do psychic readings, I never intended to do mediumship work. I never imagined clients asking me about loved ones and friends who had passed away. They would ask me also how one recognizes the difference between a spirit guide and a loved one in spirit.
In my experience loved ones who have passed make their presence in our lives known through signs or familiar aspects about themselves. Personally I have had many experiences with smells that identified a family member, such as the smell of their perfume or cigar smoke, as well as objects that belonged to that person that are moved or disappear. The smell of a cigar always tells me my father is around, not my grandfather, because his favorite cigars had a distinct aroma. Continue reading
A Family Of Little Orbs Return
When I was very young I remember seeing this white orb. It was small and at times it got bigger. I would always smell perfume when this happened. My mother was a “clean freak” so I knew it was not dust. At times I could also see traces of orbs of the same color and they would follow each other, or hit the floor and bounce. The pattern was like a family of orbs.
As time went on, I could hear singing like a choir of women. I would look out the window, thinking it was the neighbor lady, but her car was not in her driveway, so I knew she was not home. Continue reading