In honor of The Canucks - Please Believe

So, I'm going to start off by saying that those that know me, know me to be a perfectly sane human being.  I get up, I wash my hair, and I go to work on a regular basis.  However, I am known to be somewhat animated. 

This gets me to my Dear Canucks.  For I need to start at the beginning in order for this to be clear.

So, there I was sitting in my usual spot, in my cozies, watching the game.  The score became 2-0 and I just couldn't watch it anymore.  Wouldn't you know I took my animated self out the door to a dear friend's home (one of my Fab Four) because I couldn't stand myself screaming at the television anymore (and for that matter neither could be my husband).

Well, wouldn't you know the most amazing thing has happened.  As you all know, I am a Medium.  Like it or Lump it, I truly do see loved ones family who have passed on.  It drives me crazy when I feel the need to not talk about it because "I fear" what other people will think.  Well.  Guess what?  Not that long ago, knowing what I was able to do, and as discussed in a previous blog, I set up a signal with my dad so he would let me know when he was around.   I picked the most outrageous song "F'in Perfect" by Pink. 

One day I said to dad.  "Okay, here's the deal dad.  I miss you, and sometimes I need to know that you're around.  So, I'm picking 'F'in Perfect' by Pink".  And here's where I say we must get specific when requesting to hear from our loved ones passed. "What I ask you to do dad, is pick it in an instant, not in a playlist".  And I spoke about how I wanted it to be on the radio/satellite/insertwhateverfandangledgadgethere when I first stepped into the car and turned the key on, or if I walked into a store and it was playing.  That is pretty specific if you ask me. 

And so, yep, you guessed it.  As I stepped into the car after stepping out from the visit, guess what played?  THE SONG.

As an aside, just knowthat I adore that I have this ability.  Only because I don't have to worry about seeing my dad in my sleep.  I rarely get people in my sleep.  It's because they are with me in the daytime.  Matter of fact, I am never truly alone.  That's why I shut down for awhile.  I'm still learning the delicate balance.  So, now that I'm back in better shape then ever.  Here we go.

So anyways, as I was driving home I noticed something.  Noticed something very unusual.  There were people driving cars around with Canuck's flags (ours included), people out on their lawns with sullen faces and Canucks gear on, clearly lamenting the woes of the last two games, and the worry over whether they do what I firmly BELIEVE they can do.  I realized I was feeling in that slump, and feeling in that slump looking at other people in a slump means but one thing.  It is time to believe.

What we need to stop and realize, is that sometimes, all we need is a little faith.   A faith in ourselves.  A faith in others.  And right now, of the utmost importance, FAITH IN THE CANUCKS. 

Regardless of who might be your favorite team in the United States or anywhere, it is time to BELIEVE in our "hometown boys".  I have faith. 

I have faith that I know that was my dad sending me a message for everyone to believe that he is around and we truly can communicate with our passed  loved ones.

I also know that of anyone, my dad was the biggest wagonhopper.  I like the Canucks, I don't like the Canucks.  At Game two of the Finals, my brother and his girlfriend "Brought" dad along for a ride.  Shortly after they "brought dad out" to sit on a knee, you scored the tie goal taking it to overtime.  Then it came time for overtime.  Dad came out, and Burrows made that beautiful wraparound.

He would have wanted to be there after watching you guys play this year.  You are our CANADIAN team. And now you need us now, more than ever.

I will tell you this one thing.  I have watched you now for four years Dear Canucks (and thanks to my amazing newest members known as my in-laws).  And I will never stop being your fan.  You have played one hell of a Season. 

I Believe.

Finding Wellness

The past several weeks have found me sitting down to my blog, trying to force something out.  Truth is, I really haven't been able to.  For more than just the obvious "I don't know what to write".  You see, I am in the process of making a comeback to good health, and it has been nothing shy of brutal.  I have lost significant use of my hands, and the pain I've been experiencing has been nothing shy of crazymaking.  At the moment, I am processing the fact that I have a new "normal" - whatever that means, as we all know there is no such thing as the god forsaken word "normal".

It turns out that while it is a good thing when a Specialist comes looking for you, it is also never a good thing when the Specialist is looking for you.  Oxymoron or what?  You see, there have been ongoing discussions of Fibromyalgia, Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), and now we have a definitive "It is NOT Fibromyalgia".  When I saw the Rheumatoid Specialist for the first time, she quickly tried to shove me through the door of Fibro, despite having the antigen for AS.  Now I've managed to add a new one to the mix which is going to mean more tests to find out the why of the newest diagnosis.

It turns out I have Vitamin D deficiency to the point that it has probably been well over a year of operating in that way.  This means a whole new battery of tests from bone density scans to MRI screening for MS, of all the bastard things.  Unfortunately, when the Specialist's office called, I was ordered to start the highest recommended doseage of Vitamin D and an appointment was set up to see the Specialist in two and a half weeks.  Nothing else was discussed as it was the assistant, and we all know only Dr.'s are only allowed to discuss results.

My journey over the past several months has been nothing shy of challenging to say the least, and it has led me to come out kicking and screaming for me.  Toxicity hurts.  Whether it be food, people or habits, I have had to make a choice to cut out alot of toxins from my life.

Having started the process over a month ago food-wise, turning to a low to no starch diet has resulted in some ease of symptoms and an astonishing 10 pound weight loss (don't worry, I look skinnier than I am and sit at the bottom of the BMI category I fit into - optimal).  Turning to more whole foods (which we should be doing anyways) and less processed foods was a tough process at first (me, no bread?  what?), but the fight through the first week was won by..........me!  From then on in it's been a little give and take on the processed stuff (who doesn't want pizza for a hockey game), but overall, the process is one I am winning.  Now if we can figure out why I have become a human baroreceptor that feels EVERY single pressure change, I would be truly grateful.

Knowing that I have also had a series of personal blows, it has led me to a place of making the choice to surround myself with people that are healthful and not harmful to me.  Having bad personal habits myself when it comes to being more of a follower than a leader, and having a hard time saying no, I have finally had several incidents occur in the past several years that have left me no choice to learn the art of "No".  I come first.  I have to.  Ultimately, we all have to make that choice.  For without self, we are somebody else.  An impostor.

This had led to severing of ties with people and things that are harmful or hurtful to me.  It is an extremely healthy place for me to be, and I don't know that I have ever felt better when it comes to choices I make in my life.  Having finally smartened up and adhered to the "bells and whistles" that go off and using my amazing bullshit meter, has met with great success.

What we must learn through the challenging times is to never back down.  NEVER.  Especially when it comes to our health.   Physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

Finding wellness can mean making difficult decisions, but means never compromising self.  In this world where doctors treat many symptoms and usually never the underlying issue, we must choose to be advocates for our wellness.  Vitamin D deficiency doesn't "just" happen.  Especially to someone who loves Vitamin D rich foods such as milk, eggs, and cheese.  So while there are more glorious hurdles to jump, I edge closer and closer to an answer, and not an "it's all in your head".

Finding wellness isn't easy.  I'm working on it.  And with a little help from the Universe and my care team, I will get the answers I need.  Regardless of what the end result is, I have learned the art of "no" in all aspects of my life.  "No, I will not accept your bad behavior", "No" it is not all in my head (and I have the proof in the blood tests) and "No" to the ever lovely "I don't know" as an answer...........

"No" is such a beautiful word, isn't it?

Be Careful What You Wish For

Intentions.  We must be careful what we wish for, for you will never know just how quickly a wish will manifest.  It can be shocking at times.  And there is definitely a period of adjustment.  However, it is as easy as saying it that "it" can happen.  Once again, my "it" was today.

I must start off by saying, that I absolutely adore my mother.  When I first came out to her as an intuitive, it was awkward at best for me.  My statement of "I'm just like (so and so).  I can do that.  I can communicate with the Other Side" was met with something to the effect of "Well, it does bring comfort to people."  Nothing more.  The hardest part was over for me.  Or so I thought.

Today while being dropped off from a round of golf, a complete stranger had mistaken my place for next door and what followed was a conversation that ended quite abruptly thanks to me.  You see, not that long ago I was pondering  grieving and when it is appropriate time to see a Medium.  As a Medium it is my responsibility to not disrupt the grieving process.  While I firmly believe that everything happens when it is supposed to, being reached by a recently passed loved one has the potential to interrupt a necessary part of grieving.  And that is the grieving itself. 

So, that being said, and me being who I am, I decided to have a conversation with the big guy in the sky.  The conversation went something to the effect that while I didn't want to disrupt my mother's grieving process, I wanted to bring her some level of comfort.  Of course, it's only been two months and would seem to be WAY too soon.  So, naturally I put the "let it happen on your time" basically surrendering myself to the process. 

Along with this conversation, I also needed to start naturalizing the conversation around being a psychic medium.  It is not a common language spoken, so I need to be given opportunities in order to normalize it (not that it, or I, are normal - no one is).  So I asked to be given the opportunity again, at His will, surrendering to the process.

That brings us up to being dropped off by mother after a round of golf.  A conversation ensued with the lady who had the wrong place.  It surrounded quilting and went to her health, which of course led to conversation about dad crossing over.  At some point age was brought up to which I responded "Don't let me fool you, I am 41".  Which was met with the usual "you look so young!".  After which followed, "And what do you do here?".  And then came the pause......then the response, "I'm an intuitive".  Again, another pause for effect, "And what does that mean?".  To which I responded, "If you believe that we go on once we physically die here, I can connect with the Other Side.  I'm a Psychic Medium".  At this point my mom said something about it which I didn't really hear because I was too busy looking at the lady I just told I was psychic.  I then saw that she was struggling with the concept and relayed the three deer examples of connecting with my dad and that I help people establish that connection.  I could see it was some food for thought for her and shortly thereafter my mother hopped into her car, drove away, and I went inside as the lady walked away..............and that is okay.

What I realized after I had a chance to "check in" and get grounded once again was that what I had asked for I got.  Not only did I ask for a chance to normalize conversations around what I do for a living, I asked that when the time was right that I would be able to offer mom some comfort without overstepping the boundaries.  In one conversation, my conversation (prayer) was answered.  I asked not even two days ago.

Energy and the use of it (intentions) is something we can all nurture.  Remembering it is for the better, and in the best interest of others.

Volcano Warning

Well, for documentation's sake, I have a bellringer on volcanic activity.  An eruption.  Feels like South America of all places (San Cristobal, Nicaragua).  We'll see....there is activity there.

A Deer In The Stars

After my morning meditation today, I was led to my Faeries' Oracle Cards by Brian Froud.  They are a very loving and gentle deck.  They don't call for too many people too often, but when they do, their impact can be, and usually is, profound.  Today was no exception for me.

The card that is the last card to be addressed in most spreads was Ekstasis, which is a series of stars from which a deer emerges.  Well, as you can imagine, given everything deer related I talked about last blog, I was taken aback because that is how my dad communicates with me, and now my friend as well.  But above all, it was the message behind the message - the deer in the stars.  My dad.  My new helper.  My family's newest angel.  A love that crosses over into the physical realm and leaps out in a card.  One card.  One Deer.  It is always a single deer and it is a testament of love  Pure love.  The purest of all.  Love from the Other Side.

Our loved ones are dying to communicate with us, literally and figuratively (sorry couldn't resist the pun - mybad - comes with the territory).  They want the lines open, and once again, I realize that I am the mediator if communication hasn't been established.  Once it's open, it's open.  The end.  It is love that crosses those barriers between the physical and the spiritual.  Only love. 

So, motivated by love, a psychic medium reaches out to the world, with love, hoping that these blogs find you reaching out to your loved ones to open the phone lines.

Namaste

The Lines of Communication

Intuition.  We all have it.  But how do we use it?  Well, first of all we have to know how our guides and everyone else on the Other Side will try to communicate with us.  That's where a medium can help.

It's become evidently clear over the last several weeks what part of my mandate on this planet is.  As a medium, it is my role to serve as the go-between the physical and the spiritual world.  Simple as that. 

I was having coffee with a friend that was (and is) such a part of our family that she was given something of my dad's.  During coffee I explained that dad was using his wildlife to communicate.  Particularly deer.  About a week after dad passed, as mentioned in a previous blog, my dad sent a lone buck to my complex entrance, and we have never seen deer up here.  I relayed the story and let my friend know that a lone deer (in particular) was one of the easiest ways for dad to communicate.  The very next day from coffee I received a post stating that a lone deer showed up in her cul-de-sac.  It is as easy as that.

In an effort to help my loved ones understand what it's like for me to be a psychic medium, I have started making this kind of conversation normal and within everyday of my life.  Now, don't get me wrong, I don't run around saying, "Hi, I'm Donna.  I'm psychic." as my way of introducing myself.  But let's face it, psychic lingo isn't something that's talked about within normal realms of everyday conversation.  For me, talking about it helps increase my authenticity.  And by that I mean my Authentic Self.  The person I have been since birth.  So it is important for me to use the language surrounding psychic abilities and mediumship.  That said, psychic talk is starting to enter some "normalcy" through shows like "Psychic Kids" and "Psychic Investigations" and more and more psychics coming forward and increasing in popularity.  Anyways, par for my course some days, I digress.

Getting back to communcation, this particular incident really provided the proof (for me - again my frame of reference) needed that part of my role as a medium is opening the door for loved ones here to communicate with loved ones from Home.  When that line is established, and how the communications will take place, my job as facilitator is done. 

Because we were all born with intuitiveness (and there is a difference between intuition and mediumship - HUGE difference just so that you know), it stands to reason that when we are open for an experience, the means will show itself.  Such a case came with my dad and him sending a deer to let my friend know he's watching her too.  How beautiful.

An example such of this shows how easy (and quickly sometimes) the lines can be opened up.  So, it is with this in mind that I now ask something that can be a bit of a challenge, but it is a loving step for all parties involved.  Most of us never know when we are going to leave the planet.  This makes it a necessity to open up the lines of communication prior to passing.  While crossing over is hard concept to grasp and hard on the heart to talk about it.  It is a natural part of life.  If we strive to open the communication lines prior to someone passing and set up what the calling card is going to look like (Remember in the old days people used to leave calling cards to let them know they were by?), then when we leave we are given the opportunity to communicate with our loved ones left behind.

If someone has a favorite song, make it "your" song for those instances a radio is turned on for the first time, or stepping into a store to hear that song.  If someone had a favorite bird they liked to watch, then that could be it.  The signal could be anything. 

Of all the loving things, if you have already lost a loved one, you can make a request.  For instance, one of my dad's latest tricks is "F'in Perfect" by Pink.  Of all the up-to-date songs I picked it because  dad would shake his head at the pick if he were here, I adore this song and, of course, easily relate to it.  So one day while I was driving, I decided to have a conversation with dad (yes they hear) and said it'd be really funny if he could use that song as a means to communicate to.  I set it up very specifically to the point that it had to be turning a radio on and couldn't be in a line up of songs because that could be a song played at any time.  I wanted it to be specific (makes it easy for them too - not that it's hard for them) so that the timing was undeniable.  On several occasions I have turned on my car radio to the song and have walked into a store and it starts up.  Again, my frame of reference and I get that there will be those out there that go "too vague".  I'm okay with that.

With that said, I want to give an example of just how I, as a medium, work and how the Other Side communicates with me.  Blessed with all 5 clairs, I have been working with my guides to show me more in depth information so I'm not running around cold calling, and can be right on the money.

I was out for coffee last week and was sitting by myself for a moment while a friend went to get us hot water for our teas.  While my friend was up at the counter, I let myself relax into a moment of aloneness and, of course, I let my guard down (which can't happen because then I get the following scenario and really I'm just out to enjoy a coffee, not read) and the next thing I knew I was being shown a large "T" like a scrabble piece enhanced 100 times.  At that moment, I said to self, "okay, I'm not gonna settle for just a 'T' that's too vague".  I was then given the name Tony.  And I must interject here saying that I have been working on locating the direction and vicinity of the "pings" in order to figure out who it is I'm being directed to and was urged that it was coming from near the counter where my friend was talking.  More importantly, it was the lady she was talking to.

It just so happens that said individual came and joined us for coffee.  At which point (which I will not do again until I have someone sitting in front of me specifically for a reading) I turned to her and said, "This is going to sound strange, but do you know someone named Tony?".  A quizzical look came over the ladies face, I explained who I was and what I do for a living, and she confirmed that she did indeed know a Tony.  In fact, it was an aunt's boyfriend she said.  I said, "It's your mom's sister and she's passed".  To which she responded, "Yes."  I then went on to share a few more details and left it at that.

It made me realize that a prayer had been answered.  I now know I can locate who I need to, when I need to, in order to read them during workshops in large crowds.  I look forward to the day of being in front of a crowd and sharing such experiences.  I have faced my fear of  "Am I going to find the person to read in a crowd?"  I met the fear with a prayer of "Please direct me to who needs a connection with their passed loved one and let the lines of communication become extremely clear with detailed information", and it was answered with this experience.  I am eternally grateful.

How will you open up your lines of communication?

Namaste

For Validation's Sake

For the sake of owning my intuition, I am going to say right here and now that there is going to be an earthquake in Chile.  The epicenter will be close to Santiago.  It's going to be between 6 and 7 on the richter scale. 

The images and information came to me during this morning's meditation.  I write it for validation and nothing more.  If I write this before it happens, it validates who I am as an intuitive.  And it is up to me to own it.

That's all I have to say for today.

Own It.  No matter what "It" is.

Namaste