Friday, December 5, 2008


According to, Blessings are a beneficial thing for which one is grateful; and a prayer for God's favor and protection.

Look around you, and you will see "blessings" everywhere you look, and not just at this special time of year....all year long.

Blessings take all forms. There are blessings in the smile you receive, the kind word a stranger offers, the advice you communicated to someone who needed it. You are blessed when you catch your taxi or bus and get the ride, or the when you are given coupons and discounts when shopping. The simple fact that the sun is shining is a blessing.

Look around you, pay close attention to the small details that make for big blessings and remember to give a blessing in return by taking notice and sending your gratitude out into the universe.

Embrace your blessings and light a candle in gratitude for them. It will encourage more blessings to come your way!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

THE OTHER SIDE AND BACK - My Near Death Experience

From puberty, I had suffered from a condition called Endometriosis, and for a long time it was held at bay through medication. As I neared my thirtieth birthday, the condition began to flare up again and I was rushed to the hospital because of intense pain. My parents came along to lend their support and I was rushed into surgery soon after arriving.

I’m told several hours went by before I came to. When I did, it was to the prayers of a priest who was standing over my hospital bed giving me The the Last Rites. The rest of the details from my parents were sketchy as they were trying to keep most of this from me for what they said was for my own protection. My mother said “several minutes” had gone by in the operating room wherein during which I was gone. But I didn’t spend those minutes on the operating table.

I remember the light was bright and I recognized the long tunnel the moment it came into view. When I looked down this tunnel I could see shapes of people, and soon I recognized them, as well. I remember seeing my Grandma Anna, my Aunt Fran, and my great-Uncle Joe. I remembered, too, that they were also all dead. But that bright light beckoned me forward, filling me with a warm, comforting and peaceful feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before. I wanted to go to that light. I wanted that peace. But as those “several minutes” came to an end, I sensed myself being pulled a pull back to the table and the tunnel disappeared. The next I recalled was opening my eyes to the sound of the Lord’s Prayer, my mother squeezing my hand and crying in obvious relief.

It is difficult to put into words what this experience meant to me, except to say that it made me appreciate the precious moments we have available to us and that there is a place awaiting us that is comforting and filled with the love of those who passed before us. We only need to reach out to the energy around us, because they are only a vibration away.

Saturday, September 20, 2008


The other day I received an email from a Republican's Voting Registration Panel asking me the following question: "Tell us! Is America ready for a black president?"

I was more than taken aback, both literally and in actual years. And I responded the same way I did when they sent it regarding Hillary Clinton, as a woman. To even consider this a proper question to ask anyone in the year 2008 is unacceptable! We have learned absolutely nothing from the history that led us here; nor the people who gave their lives to teach us equality.

This is not an election of black vs. white or male vs. female or even Democrats vs. Republicans. It’s a case of RIGHT vs. WRONG and NEW vs. OLD and CHANGE vs. the same old back-stabbing, global damaging administration that we have had for far too long! I know my fellow Americans are not so blind as to vote for political party, rather than political reason. Personally, I am sick and tired of being Bush-whacked by an egotistical administration that has done nothing to bring forth peace and prosperity; but has instead ruined our reputation and encouraged a war, for the sake of money and power.

The Law of Attraction of this universe dictates, factually, that if you keep on attracting the same administration, the same war mongers, the same brainless conservatives with no knowledge of politics or connection (Miss There’s No Global Warming Sarah Palin springs to mind), then you will certainly get what you deserve. I mean, it's not strange to have full grown ripe mature pumpkins in August in my backyard, right? (It just reinforces to me that she is a far better comedian than Tina Fey; and I am shuddering at the thought.)

For anyone who has the mistaken impression that because they are wealthy or Republican that they should vote that way in order to keep their own money and have it grow in their pockets, they are in for the rudest awakening of all: financial loss.

You know, my family always called my abilities “ a gift.” I call it "a knowing.” The gift is only received when the knowing becomes awareness through proper action. Action is the only way to promote change.

Change is Correcting How A Nation Gets Even
I’m with Deepak Chopra who shared his opinion and is repeated below.

God bless, Linda


Deepak Chopra

Sometimes politics has the uncanny effect of mirroring the national psyche even when nobody intended to do that. This is perfectly illustrated by the rousing effect that Gov. Sarah Palin had on the Republican convention in Minneapolis this week. On the surface, she outdoes former Vice President Dan Quayle as an unlikely choice, given her negligent parochial expertise in the complex affairs of governing. Her state of Alaska has less than 700,000 residents, which reduces the job of governor to the scale of running o ne-tenth of New York City . By comparison, Rudy Giuliani is a towering international figure. Palin's pluck has been admired, and her forthrightness, but her real appeal goes deeper.

She is the reverse of Barack Obama, in essence his shadow, deriding his idealism and exhorting people to obey their worst impulses. In psychological terms the shadow is that part of the psyche that hides out of sight, countering our aspirations, virtue, and vision with qualities we are ashamed to face: anger, fear, revenge, violence, selfishness, and suspicion of "the other."

Obama is calling for us to reach for our higher selves, and frankly, that stirs up hidden reactions of an unsavory kind. (Just to be perfectly clear, I am not making a verbal play out of the fact that
Sen. Obama is black. The shadow is a metaphor widely in use before his arrival on the scene.) I recognize that psychological analysis of politics is usually not welcome by the public, but I believe such a perspective can be helpful here to understand Palin's message.

In her acceptance speech Gov. Palin sent a rousing call to those who want to celebrate their resistance to change and a higher vision. Look at what she stands for:

--Small town values -- a denial of America 's global role, a return to petty, small-minded parochialism. --Ignorance of world affairs -- a repudiation of the need to repair America 's image abroad. --Family values -- a code for walling out anybody who makes a claim for social justice. Such strangers, being outside the family, don't need to be heeded. Rigid stands on guns and abortion -- a scornful repudiation that these issues can be negotiated with those who disagree. --Patriotism -- the usual fallback in a failed war. --"Reform" -- an italicized term, since in
addition to cleaning out corruption and excessive spending, one also throws out anyone who doesn't fit your ideology. Palin reinforces the overall message of the reactionary right, which has been in play since 1980, that social justice is liberal-radical, that minorities and immigrants, being different from "us" pure American types, can be ignored, that progressivism takes too much effort and globalism is a foreign threat. The radical right marches under the banners of
"I'm all right, Jack," and "Why change? Everything's OK as it is."

The irony, of course, is that Gov. Palin is a woman and a reactionary at the same time. She can add mom to apple pie on her resume, while blithely reversing forty years of feminist progress.

The irony is superficial; there are millions of women who stand on the side of conservatism, however obviously they are voting against their own good. The Republicans have won multiple national elections by raising shadow issues based on fear, rejection, hostility to change, and narrow-mindedness.

Obama's call for higher ideals in politics can't be seen in a vacuum. The shadow is real; it was bound to respond. Not just conservatives possess a shadow -- we all do. So what comes next is a
contest between the two forces of progress and inertia. Will the shadow win again, or has its furtive appeal become exhausted? No one can predict.

The best thing about Gov. Palin is that she brought this conflict to light, which makes the upcoming debate honest. It would be a shame to elect another Reagan, whose smiling persona was a stalking horse for the reactionary forces that have brought us to the demoralized
state we are in. We deserve to see what we are getting, without disguise.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

"Projecting" The Future As A Child - Zoning

That's Mom and me on the right. :) Dressed like twins in outfits she made! The year was 1955-57. Eisenhower was President of the United States, Hoola Hoops were the craze, Kerouac’s book, On The Road was on the best sellers list, Perry Como was singing us through what Edward R. Murrow was reporting, and I was seeing my first “indoor movie’ (so-to-speak) a colorful array of celluloid magic only for my three year old child’s third eye to see.

“Linda, snap out of it. What are you staring at?” I can hear my mother’s voice so clearly, as she asked me to explain something I could only see, not interpret.

I remember running into the house with Mom following close behind, and into the living room where my father had set up a projector screen for us to view his never-ending filming of his first child (me), and now that my mother was expecting number two, he kept the screen set up.
I pointed to it.

My mother shook her head. “There is nothing but a blank screen, honey.”

I nodded. “I know, but I have one too. It's in my eyes. I get to see movies in my eyes all the time.”

My mother thought about this for a moment; probably trying to figure out a way to ask me in my child’s language what I meant. Fortunately, I was around grown-ups for the first 4 years of my life, so baby talk was not big on the list, and I was treated more maturely.

“Tell Mommy what you see on the screen,” she asked, as she bent down in front of me and took my hands into hers.

I explained that I didn’t see things all the time, but when I did I would get what I called “the woo-woos”which were tiny butterflies in my stomach. Only problem was, and today still is, that I can’t always define what they mean. Are they good? Bad? Were they predictions? Premonitions? Or nothing at all?

I told her that the images are on a screen like my father’s, but it is behind my eyes and in the middle of my eyebrows. I try to explain that the "jector" in my head only shows me things when someone has something happening to them. And then I shrugged and gave her a smile, so proud that I had this "jector" all to myself.

So, I’ll tell you what I told Mom over the years, as I began to understand more : I see slow moving scenes that begin in as shaded visions of black and white and transform into colors as the moving image gains detail. The colors emit from the person’s aura like the colors of a rainbow. The rainbow eventually streams out of their mouths like bubbles!. To the child Linda, that was the fun part of having a knowing: the bubbles!

Once the colors in the movie are defined for me, (like on a TV screen), the action ends and the movie is over. This all happens in about 60 Seconds, but I usually come away with a very detailed account of something the person in the movie might need to know. Today they call that Clairvoyance, but when you're a toddler, you can get pretty distracted by these little vignettes and I tended to be stuck in this "daydream" so long that my mother referred to it as "Zoning."

Every time I hear Cher say the words "Snap out of it!" in Moonstruck, I think fondly of my Mom, remembering her snapping her fingers in front of my face to bring me back to the present.

PS: Eventually, we both realized that snapping me out of it that way was not helpful to me as a psychic. I need to have that zoning out moment in order to receive information.

Thursday, June 26, 2008


Did you ever wonder what happens to a Tarot deck when it becomes so worn from use that it needs to be replaced? Personal decks don’t get much use, but when you are in the business of using them, as I am, you let your client’s energy into the cards in order to read them. Though I know a great deal about the meaning of Tarot, I read by color and energy, and interpret what each card means according to my psychic ability.

Not everyone who gives readings does so professionally. There are many of you out there who are not aware of the precautions you should take when using cards (any cards) to interpret for someone else. The more people touch your cards, the more of their energy and the energy of the other side, is left on them, and that can cause a lot of negativity to infiltrate your world.

I had two Tarot decks that I had not disposed of, and I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable to still have them around. So, the other night I performed a ceremony. Some people bury their old decks, but I feel that only keeps the energy still lingering on yours or someone else’s property. Besides, as 4th generation psychic medium, I had often heard stories of various ways to get rid of a deck of cards. The following is a little big of my ancestors, Sue’s assistance and me.

There is a Chiminea in the backyard. While Sue fired it up with wood, I said a prayer over the decks separately and we tossed the cards into the fire. There was fresh purple sage in the garden, and that was added to our little bonfire to cleanse each deck as we sent them to disappear into the universe.

Once the ceremony was over, we immediately felt a lighter energy in our immediate surroundings. I recommend doing this with your own deck, and purchase a new one to bond with soon after.

Monday, June 9, 2008


A little "thank you" goes a long way, and I am disappointed at how those two little words seem so difficult for so many people to take the time to say. It seems easier to yell a negative prayer at someone by cursing or swearing, than it is to express appreciation by saying thank you.

There are many ways to show gratitude: prayer is one of the bigger ones, and a close second is writing in a Gratitude Journal.

But if you are truly living your truth, and are sincerely grateful, you will take the time to use those two little words to those you encounter. Did the grocery clerk smile at you and make you feel good this morning? Maybe the mailman delivered good news. Perhaps someone held a door open for you when you needed it the most. Did you say thank you to any of them? I will predict that most of you reading “forgot” or “wasn’t thinking” or didn’t notice it at all. If you fall into the last category, I am speaking to you more than the others. For your lack of awareness speaks volumes about how you see your place in the universe. Its not a pretty picture because it shows the ego of your nature, and when we use ego we are Edging God Out of our lives.

It is important to be aware of, and acknowledge those, who fill in your surroundings. They are part of your energy and may even be a part of your karma. "Thank you" creates the tone and vibration of love and respect when the words are expressed, ultimately shifting the energy around us to a more positive place. It's affect is immediate, and can create ripples of positive vibes.

I try to practice what I preach. If I say I am grateful, you will hear me even thank nature for allowing the birds to deliver their morning song. No communication is exempt from my gratitude.

Monday, May 5, 2008


We are around people every day. Whether we live or work with them, or simply pass them on the street, we are encountering energy of some kind from each. Sadness, grief, jubilation, happiness, make up some of the energy we will experience as we walk our normal days through life.

All that energy does not have to be directed at us to affect us in body, mind and/or spirit. But it is important to note that it is still responsible for at least 75 % of our mood swings or negative reactions to things that happen in our lives. It's vital that we recognize this exists and cleanse ourselves with the ceremony of water.

Each day, step into the shower and allow the water to cleanse you of any energy that may not be in your best interest. Visualize the water cascading over your head and cocooning you inside a safe, clear tube of white light. Your intention to to clear your spirit and encircle yourself in Divine love and protection.

Water is a catalyst for many things. It cleanses us spiritually, but it also stirs our creative mind! Allow the meditative spray to bring to the forefront intuitive impressions, and enjoy the benefits of true clarity and rejuvenation. I guarantee you will feel very different (and a whole lot better) when you consciously place your intention on clearing yourself of the emotions of the day.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008


According to new Poll from The Associated Press and Ipsos….

If the U.S. presidential were held today, Hillary Clinton would beat John McCain by a 9-point margin, 50 percent to 41 percent.

The poll shows that when Barack Obama faces McCain, the two are statistically tied — though, Obama holds a two point edge over McCain, within the poll's margin of error.

If Hillary can produce these same numbers after the North Carolina and Indiana primaries, she has a really strong case for the Democratic nomination!

Don't forget to: VOTE

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Psychic and The Skeptic

Every now and then I hear someone say, "I'm a skeptic." I usually look at them and answer, "Wow! So am I." Because, you see, I have to be skeptic in order for my work to be valid to myself. For as much as I thrive on helping others through the miracle of metaphysics and psychic awareness, I can not do it if I do not have those "miracles" proven to myself first.

It amazes me how someone calling themselves a "skeptic" can consider their lack of belief to be the criteria for basing expert testimony!

For one thing, there is no gauge for psychic awareness. No real "degree" except the one we get from Divine Guidance, which the "skeptic" denounces because most true skeptics do not believe in God or form any foundation of religious belief.

My favorite quote on skepticism comes from Jason Hawes, founder of TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) and Ghosthunter and skeptic:

"A skeptic is just someone who has not yet experienced the paranormal."

Precise and to the point.
Someone go tell the skeptics!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


This particular piece of mail is going into my personal Gratitude Journal. So very often I wonder how I am helping, and "if" I am. So it is especially nice to receive an email like this one, which more than moved me to tears. It made me openly sob in gratitude to have made a difference in someone's life. I love you all.
****Edited for content as to privacy. ****

Dear Linda:
I must write to thank you for the peace you have given me. Since my ex-fiance jumped 7 floors to his death I have been in turmoil. Although we broke up nearly 10 years ago and he moved back to Germany, we had remained very close friends and had often said that we should have worked things out and married.

But, I had already remarried and that just wasn't going to happen, so as close friends we kept in contact and involved in each other's lives.

I knew he had Parkinson's, but he always said it was mild. When I wrote him an email the last Friday in February I sent it to his work address, which I usually don't. On Monday I got a reply from his co-worker that his Parkinson's was really bad and he saw no way out, so he jumped. However, someone from the company called his mother and told her that the boss called him in and demoted him, then he jumped.

I talked to his best friend over there and he said no way - that he'd never jump for being demoted. He believes they fired him and he jumped. That is what I believed then too, and you confirmed it when you said it was an act of desperation, not depression.

After reading the email from his co-worker on that Monday I went almost immediately into my first (and last) gallbladder attack which was excruciatingly painful. I was in the hospital within just a few hours of getting the news and had the surgery Tuesday morning. I asked the doctor to keep me on a high dose of pain medicines. I couldn't deal with the mental pain and just wanted to sleep.

When I got out I just could not get over it. I was crying constantly. Some suggested I see a therapist so I went to someone in Westfield and she felt that YOU would be able to help me more than she could. She told me of all the positive results her other patients got from you so I knew I had to do it.

I can't tell you the relief and peace I now feel. I didn't tell you anything about him except that it was the loss of a loved one. He could have been my husband, brother, friend... but you knew it was a relationship of the past and that both of us had gone on and had other relationships. I felt the peace coming on.

After all the things you told me, especially that he wants me to stop crying and that he is at peace, I felt so much better. That's what I needed to know - how he was.

I cried alot after our session - not at all because of being sad, but from being overwhelmed with peace.

When you said my 3rd great grandfather Chester was there I thought I'd fall out of the chair! And then my 2nd great grandmother, Mary was standing next to my ex, smiling - WOW! I had just shown both of their pictures to my girlfriend the day before while we were working on our genealogy.

I've told so many people who now want to come to you. I hope you can give them the comfort you've given me.

Thank you again for bringing me peace.

Sandra A.
p.s. Feel free to use this letter as a testimonial in any books or boards you may have.

Monday, March 10, 2008


It's 1962. A peaceful row of clouds slowly moved across a pale blue sky, and as each cloud rolled along, it grew larger in size. I watched this magnificent formation of nature enlarge until it filled my entire vision and exploded. The holographic image of a an airplane loomed menacingly as the metal monster broke thru the clouds, the words Boeing 707 stamped across its side.

“Linda!” It is at this moment that I hear my grandmother’s voice calling me. “Linda!”

My eyes burst open and beads of sweat dotted my forehead as I shot up to a sitting position. My hand glided down to the bed beneath me and I patted the mattress gratefully, my ten year old self relieved to be safe in my bedroom. It was only a dream.

“Are you ok?” My mother is standing beside the bed gently pushing the damp strands of hair away from my forehead. . “Did you have another bad dream.”

“It was only a dream, Mom.”
“It’s never only a dream in this family. Tell me about it.”

I retold the dream to my mother and the first thing she did was to call my grandmother (her mother). “Linda had a dream about a Boeing 707 and that could be your flight.”

“Does it crash,” my grandmother asked.


“You’d think she’d learn to have these dreams a little more in advance for convenience sake. Now I have to send someone down to the airport to change things.” She blew out a long sigh, as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders.

“Well, Mom, at least you’ll be alive to see another trip.”

“Not till your daughter has insomnia.”

My mother laughed. All was safe. Just a normal day in a very paranormal life.

Monday, February 11, 2008


My mother passed away in 1999 after a long illness. Three days after she was buried, my father asked me to pick up her old mail and paperwork and go through it for him.

Along the ride home from his house, I could feel Mom’s energy jumping off the pages of the miscellaneous papers in the box next to me. Family recipes, old Christmas and birthday cards, and envelopes of photographs that never made it to her photo albums were the legacy she left. I felt an immediate sense of peace just having the box near me, and it was like she was right there in the car.

This was the first time I could actually feel the energy of the presence of someone who passed. That feeling caught me completely off guard, and caused for a lapse in judgment and I had to slam on the brakes, stopping just short of a red light. The box fell off the seat, and a piece of paper flew out. I pulled the car over and parked.

When I touched the paper and brought it up to read, I saw that it was my mother’s handwriting. I no sooner mouthed the words “Hi, Mom,” when I felt immediately surrounded by a warmth that I can only define as a feeling of unconditional love. I looked down at the paper in my hand. It was a recipe for the Easter meat pie Mom used to make special for that holiday. I thought about the significance and realized the message at once. Easter marks the ascension of Jesus Christ. This was my mother’s way of telling me she was okay. I nodded my understanding in silent communication. As soon as I did, the feeling went away and I knew I was alone again in the car. But now something was different. I had invited someone from the other side and she had accepted my invitation. I was now a willing communicator with the energy of the other side.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


I used to roll my eyes heavenward every time my Mother put a new spin on and old superstition….or “stupid-stitions” as we kids called them.  She had the kind of reasoning that put a positive spin on everything.

 One afternoon, while having a relaxing cup of tea with her in the dining room, we were discussing the birth of my first nephew.  I had made the comment that it rained on the day he was born, and I thought that to not be a good sign.

 Mom put her cup back down into the saucer slowly and smiled.  “On the contrary.  God was actually shedding tears of joy at the birth.”

“Then how do you explain that it rained on my wedding day, and I am now divorced?”

 It was her turn to roll her eyes heavenward.  “Rain is not always a bad sign, Linda.  No sign is good or bad.   They are confirmations.”  She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip before continuing.  “God was weeping tears of regret that you entered into that marriage.  So the divorce, to me, was no surprise.” 

 I thought about this and in now, 20 years or so later, I know exactly what she meant.  I supposed in Mom’s world, you really can win for losing!

Friday, February 1, 2008


I am grateful to say, that in my lifetime I have been a part of some very historical events in the history of our country. From the 1969 Anti-War March on Washington and the first-ever rock festival in Woodstock New York to my work with N.O.W.,(National Organization for Women), I was a part of some pivotal events. I befriended people like Gloria Steinem and Bella Abzug and I worked tirelessly for the women’s movement by educating the women I met, spoke to, or shared experiences with.

Women only got the right to vote in the United States in 1920. Some of us have mothers and grandmothers who were born around that time, so it’s not that long ago, which I find amazing in terms of the big picture. Voting is the number one thing you can do to ensure your rights in this country. It is your voice, and the only one we presently have to speak to our government and show them we mean business.

For me, it is even more important because I am about to be a part of yet another historical event in our country. I am so proud to be witnessing a woman running for office of President of the United States!

Maya Angelou has come out in support of Hillary Clinton. In the new radio commercial featuring her encouraging and captivating voice, Maya Angelou says:

“As a child, Hillary Clinton was taught that all God’s children are equal, so as a mother she understood that her child wasn’t safe unless all children were safe.

I know what kind of president Hillary Clinton will be because I know who she is. Hillary Clinton has always been a strong woman and a passionate protector of families. For 35 years, that’s exactly what she has been doing.

Each generation of African Americans stands on the shoulders of those who came before. Today, the challenges facing us threaten the dreams we have had for our children. We need a president with the experience and strength to meet those challenges.

I am inspired by Hillary Clinton’s commitment and courage — a daughter, a wife, a mother — my girl.”

We no longer have to wait for the world to change…change starts when we have a First Laddy in the White House (and I am not misspelling the word.)

Like Kiann in Florida wrote me: "Hillary Opens People’s Eyes and that spells Hope.”

Thursday, January 31, 2008


I’ve been receiving a lot of emails asking how to receive signs from the other side. Let me quickly share, in one word, a surefire way I know to ensure communication: Meditation

To “meditate” is to mindfully go within oneself through our own oxygen and vibration. It is no secret that the more we breathe, the calmer we feel. It’s usually the first thing someone says to us when we are upset. “Take a deep breath and calm down.” The more oxygen we circulate though our bodies, the calmer our mind and spirit become. At the same time, that very act of breathing in this oxygen serves to mend and heal our physical body, and helps to prevent disease.

Meditation allows us to be focused and healthy, and that intention, through regular practice, is the single action that is responsible for any direct communication with the other side.

I would like to share with you a quick “centering” meditation.

Set aside a special “appointment” time for yourself when you know you will not be interrupted. Sit in a comfortable chair with your feet planted on the ground. Give yourself a few moments to become accustomed to the energy in the room. Inhale very slow, cleansing breaths by inhaling through your nose; and follow by exhaling slowly through your nose.

It is when we make a point to still the outside voices and listen to the internal ones, that we get the richest dialog. The longer you practice meditation, the more likely it is that you will be able to recognize signs that reveal messages from the other side and those who passed on. You will be further enriched by the guidance you will receive from your angels and guides.

That is really all there is to basic meditation.. However, if you need additional guidance, my meditation CD, Graceful Meditations with Linda Lauren, is available through our web site at or by going to

I welcome your comments on the progress you make in meditation, and suggest that you keep a journal on your progress..

God bless!

Friday, January 11, 2008


Signs from the Other Side comes to us in ways that are unique to each person, the messages are magical only in their existence, not in the length of the words or what they may say. Each of our senses can deliver up a message from across the clouds. A name, a reminder or a long ago memory shared; a scent, a taste; or the way something feels.

A sign can come from any source, as it is your connection to the person who passed that enriches such communication. Perhaps you found a penny, a feather or heard the sound of chimes as a validation of your loved one’s message to you.

I don’t often share the real personal signs I receive, choosing to hold them close in private. However, I am going to break my silence and share with you the message I received from my angels and guides this year on Christmas Eve, and how that message was delivered.

Like everyone else, I have my moments of self-doubt. I sat this past Christmas Eve and was thinking about my life as a medium. I was feeling sad, as can happen during the holidays. The question that came into my mind was whether if, by being a medium, I was intruding on grieving families by giving the messages they came to me to deliver.

I asked, God and my angels and guides to help me answer that question. I was not in any kind of meditation, in fact I had been catching up on television that I had prerecorded and had not had the chance to see yet.

After asking that question, I turned the television back on. The movie The Note, (a Hallmark TV/movie) with Genie Francis, was one I had not finished viewing, and the show was in middle of the story when I caught up with it. The two principal actors were sitting on stairs talking. These were the first words I heard spoken, and I took the time to write it down word for word:

“You can either say to yourself: I’m intruding into the lives of these poor grieving people or you can say to yourself, I’m giving these poor grieving people the opportunity to talk to someone. Because in the end, what we all really need is someone willing to listen.”


I am re-introducing my blog, Medium Rare. Some of you may recall my earlier blog, and have asked me to pick it up again. So…here we are in a new year, with a new blog in which I hope to share with my readers some of the answers to the questions they have about all things psychic. Though I do not profess to have all the answers, I trust that my experience, along with the help of my spiritual teachers, can offer insight and clarification on many of the subjects that I am often asked about.