memories
Discovering The Power Of Intuitive Guidance
I always smile when I think back to the time I discovered the true power of intuition and the inner guidance of Spirit.
I recall that Thursday afternoon as if it were yesterday. There I was, sitting on the couch in the living room. I was totally fed up and impatiently debating whether I should go and get the evening newspaper, so that I could scour the vacancies page for any job offerings.
It was September 1978 and I was only 18 years old. Unemployment was high in the United Kingdom at the time. Sadly, I was one of those jobless young people, desperate to find work.
“Relax,” said my mind, “it’s too early to go for the evening paper now. You can get a newspaper anytime until 6pm.” ”
“You must go now,” said my heart and gut, “there may just be a job offer in the paper, and it may be exactly the kind of a job you are looking for!”
I continued with this inner battle for a while, until my heart and gut finally won, and off I went. As I stepped out onto the street, I noticed that the bus was approaching at great speed. Then saw, right in front of me a baker’s van parked outside the nearby grocers and then, to my horror, a little baby boy in a buggy outside the shop. The baby’s buggy was slowly being carried by a strong wind, taking it directly towards that oncoming bus!
My heart pounded, my mouth went dry, everyone around me gasped, and time literally felt like it was standing still. All I could think of was to run. And run I did, like an Olympic athlete. Then I pushed the buggy back onto the pavement and out of the way of the oncoming bus.
Was all this a coincidence? I think not, as I was being urged by my intuition to be in a particular place, at a specific time, to stop something potentially horrible happening. Some people whom I have told this story to have just put it down to luck. All I can say is that I am glad I listened to my heart and gut, and not my head. I do not want to imagine what might have happened, had I gone a minute later for that evening paper.
I Was Witness To A UFO Sighting
An official report recently issued by the special US task force investigating UAPs (Unidentified Aerial Phenomena) has generated renewed public interest in UFO phenomena. I actually had the unique privilege to witness such a UFO sighting many years ago.
It was the year 1977 and my son had just turned 9 years old. At the time we lived in Upstate New York, in Westchester (anything past Yonkers was considered ‘upstate’ back then). We lived near Indian Point, the nuclear reactor. It was located on the Hudson. Route 9 runs along side of it. Mario, my husband at the time, did some work at the nuclear plant before it opened. Mario has since passed away.
It happened on a Monday night. We were on our way to a delicious Chinese dinner in Ossining, driving on Route 9 at about 60 miles per hour, a similar speed to the ten other cars around us. As we were cruising along, Mario suddenly said to me, “Gabby, look up there… in the sky, at two o’clock!”
I looked and saw what appeared to be two very strange, glittering ‘stars.’ But they were much too large to be actual stars, and I had also never seen stars shine and glitter quite like that.
Seconds later, at about nine o’clock in the sky, there appeared at least three more ‘stars’, also glittering brightly. The UFOs were circular with what appeared to be ‘lighted windows.’ There were no audible engine sounds, and on the top of the craft there were what looked like rotating red, blue and green lights. Then, all of a sudden, the two stars we spotted first exploded into two orange balls! That’s the best way I can describe what I saw.
One of them stayed further down the Hudson, and the other one came very close to us, cruising over the Hudson. Fortunately, all the other cars around us slowed to the same pace that we were now driving at. Eventually everyone started pulling over to watch these marvels in the night sky. Everyone else was apparently seeing what we saw, so this was not our imagination. My son was understandably very upset at the time, but in time he also became excited and proud of what he had seen. My own feelings were that I was both shocked and in a state of awe.
The Extraordinary Treasure Of The Ordinary
It is unfortunate that so often tend to take the ordinary for granted. Ordinary things that we do not consider unusual or special is seldom something we excited about. But the very things that one person might consider ordinary, is a magical treasure to another.
When I was about six years old, I remember being at the ocean looking at some beach roses, when a butterfly landed on one of the roses right in front of me. Even at that age, I intuitively knew this was somehow a special and significant sign. My dearly departed grandmother used to love beach roses and butterflies. I did not know it at the time, but right then and there these two things became my future mediumship symbols for someone’s grandmother in spirit.
I thought it was the most beautiful butterfly I had seen in my young life! I was excited to have my sister see and experience the beauty of it, so I called her over. To my surprise she shrugged and said, “No big deal. I see butterflies like that all the time.”
Her cynical reaction took some of the joy out of the experience for me at the time. At that young age, my older sister’s opinion on things mattered a great deal to me. But I have grown wiser over the years.
Later in life, I could not help but wonder why my sister did not see the world as I did in those days? The answer that eventually came to me was that it is all in the timing. It is about what is going on in our life at a given moment in time. One day we may look at things a certain way and not really see them as beautiful or anything special, while on another day we might be thrilled and amazed by the exact same things.
For example, we frequently travel the coastal road in my area. One day last summer, at the height of the pandemic, we were slowly driving along this road. with no rush to be anywhere at a designated time. Normally we would be in a hurry to get somewhere, but due to Covid-19 there was nowhere urgent where we needed to be.
A Miracle Horse Named Jake
My passion for animals is far-reaching and horses are a definite favorite. They are amazing creatures that have been roaming the planet since the beginning of time. They started out humbly, but worked their way up the evolutionary ladder.
There is one particular horse that I will never forget. He entered my world about 6 months after my beloved American Quarter Horse, Luke, had passed away at the age of 22. I yearned for a new four-legged friend and found Jake for sale on a nearby farm.
I wanted a horse that would be good on trails, like Luke used to be. As I looked at the herd, one horse stood out instantly, staring at me with eyes that touched my soul. Jake wasn’t the prettiest horse there; he had lots of nicks and bite scars on his body. He was a white horse with a black mane and tail, with black varnish markings on his legs and face.
The owner told me that Jake was unfortunately not the most willing horse on trails, but I still had my sights set on him. He also mentioned that a thorn from a tree had broken off in the horse’s eye, several months back, but it seemed to be fine now.
As the man brought him out, I noticed he was heavy-handed with him and used force when not needed. The horse looked at me intently. I could clearly sense his sadness. He was not happy there.
The owner then saddled him up for me to ride, and he cut a branch from a nearby tree to use as a switch. “You’ll need this on the trails,” he said. I politely took the makeshift riding crop (with no intention of using it) and headed off to the wooded trails nearby.
Jake was quiet and we were feeling each other out. It was soon evident that he was a caring horse that aimed to please. I enjoyed the ride, and tossed that stick on the first turn. That was the day I started the love affair with my new Colorado Ranger horse. Only 5,000 of Colorado Ranger breed were registered at the time. The man could not recall how old Jake was, but when I got his papers I found he was 22 years old.
An Unusual Spirit Visitation From Grandma
I have a very vivid memory from when I was a little girl of my grandma teaching me how to pray the rosary. I didn’t really remember much of the prayer at that age, but as I grew older I made an effort to learn it by heart and do it correctly.
It has since become an essential component of my spiritual practice and has helped me to manifest many miracles in my life. In fact, one of the promises of praying the rosary is to receive miracles.
When grandma died, I made it my goal to properly learn the rosary. I prayed it every night and asked for her to visit me from the other side. I wished for us to communicate while I was awake and fully conscious, instead of in a dream. And that is exactly happened.
Recently, I was thinking of my grandma and I got down on my knees to make another special request for her to come visit me. While I was meditating, a helium balloon I still have as a keepsake from Valentine’s Day 2020, began moving along the ceiling into my general space.
I knew that this had to be grandma’s doing because there weren’t any windows open and there was no draft. The heating was also not turned on or anything like that.
I then said out loud, “Grandma if it is you moving the balloon, is there anything you would like to tell me? Please communicate with me telepathically. Give me a sign, move the balloon towards me. Something, anything!” The heart-shaped balloon almost instantly started to make its way down to me. Lower and lower it came until it was hovering right in front of my face.
Then the balloon started moving towards the door. I stood up and followed it. It went out into the kitchen, then around the corner and into the living room. Then it hovered over my altar. I have an altar where I keep pictures of my ancestors. After grandma passed, I also placed a picture of her on it.
A Guardian Angel Named Christopher
My entire world collapsed Christmas of 1990. It was Christmas Eve to be exact. I had prepared a four-course dinner for my fiancé and I was so excited to spend my first Christmas with him alone, ready to talk about our wedding plans.
He arrived at 4pm and fifteen minutes later he had broken up with me. He simply informed me that he had met “the woman of his dreams.” Then he took back the keys to his apartment and wished me well.
I was beyond devastated. Broken. My heart ripped into a million shreds.
I did not know what to do, so I called the one person I thought would understand and support me: my best friend. She had recently relocated here with her husband, who was in the US Army. Her husband was waiting at the time to be deployed to the war in Iraq.
She answered the phone right away and immediately insisted I book a flight to her nearest city, where she would come to pick me up. So, I took the last money I had and booked a flight for the next day.
After two exhausting days of travel and a long layover on a connecting flight, I was sitting in the airport with red, swollen eyes in a freezing blizzard, that further delayed my final flight. There was no way to call my friend. It was the time before mobile phones. So, there I was, heartbroken, alone in one of the biggest airports of the world, stranded and not knowing a soul.
While the blizzard was raging through the airport, I witnessed more than one emergency landing through the thick clouds of needles like snowflakes. It was chaos. Thousands of stranded passengers and more arriving by the minute.
The Echo Of Landshut
I do not consider my psychic abilities a curse, nor a blessing. However, it does come with its own set of challenges, as well as advantages. For example, when I sense something ominous or even dangerous is about to happen, I can’t always prevent it from happening. That is a devastating feeling.
When I was eleven, I had a nightmare that woke me up repeatedly. The word Landshut, the name of nearby city in Bavaria, kept echoing through my mind and I had a strange vision of an aircraft on a runway in blistering heat. Bear in mind that this was back in 1977 and traveling by plane was not as common as it is nowadays. I had never even been on a plane at that age. All I knew about planes was the little I saw on the two TV channels we had in those days.
The weird dream kept repeating for several nights. I had no idea what it could mean. One night I woke up screaming so loudly that my parents rushed to my room. I told them that something bad was about to happen and that it had something to do with a large passenger airplane in Landshut.
I asked my dad what he thought it all meant. Dad said that Landshut only had a big car factory, but no planes. It also made no sense since the city only had a small airfield. There was no proper airport that could accommodate a large passenger plane. He then brushed it off by saying I just had an overactive imagination and that I should stop reading so many thrillers!
Two weeks after my birthday, a news report revealed the true meaning of my dream. A Lufthansa jetliner had been hijacked mind-air on the afternoon of October 13, 1977 by four members of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. While waiting for their demands to be met, the plane ran out of fuel and had to land in Mogadishu, the capital city of Somalia.