Sometimes people ask me what its like to be a medium. Most of the time I smile and tell them how much I love connecting people with their loved ones who have crossed over. But just like in any profession, mediums have challenging days too.

Yesterday. Yeah, yesterday was tough.

It was 8:30 pm & I was sitting with my last client of the day. I had read for her once before. She told me that her last reading was (her words) ‘incredible’. I had described her loved ones perfectly and she was anxious to make those connections again.  I treated her like any other reading…. As I honestly don’t remember any of my readings.

I started as I always do…. Prayer asking for protection and love. I opened the spiritual ‘door’ to let those who have crossed over come in & then I waited…..  When I started describing to this lady the 1st person in the room & how he died, she really had only one question for me. ‘Are you sure the first man you described dead? Or could he still be living somehow?’

When I asked him, he wouldn’t (or maybe couldn’t) respond. He then started talking about his spouse. He also gave me more information about his personality, and more about who he was. He gave me a sense of urgency, that the messages that he was giving me had to be passed along right away.

She thought this was her brother in law. He had been admitted to hospital earlier in the day for some routine or maintenance care. He had a disease, ALS or Lupis or something to that effect. She told me that they had put him in a coma to help him heal faster. A wave of grief came over me. I knew he was still alive. I also knew he wouldn’t be coming out again.

This is the part of my work I dislike. I learned a long time ago, it is not my job to change the messages. Its not my job to judge what is and is not important. I am only the telephone line to the other side.

I told this lady that I was very concerned for him, and that I felt that she should do what she could to support her sister as soon as she could. I don’t think she believed what she was hearing.

 We carried on talking to the other family members who had crossed in the room, and the angel that also appeared. The rest of the reading was positive, filled with hope and love from her family and for things coming up in her life.

When I finished with her, I started my evening prayers. I asked God to help this family, as well as the many others that I come in contact with each day. I hoped with all my heart that the information I had given this lady was wrong. That somehow he was going to be fine and that their lives would continue on.

8:30 this morning I received an email from this lady. Her brother in law passed away some time around 8 am.

It’s a heavy thing, doing what I do. Talking about death, talking to dead people, its not always easy. I think that most people are afraid. They are afraid of what I do, what I know and what will be said. I think they are afraid of death.  I really wish they weren’t afraid of me.

The life of a medium is lonely. I think because of their fear, most people wont keep in touch or let me in. Sometimes I feel like people only contact me when they need something from the other side. I’m sure that feeling is not something specific to me, but some days it certainly feels that way.

When I was a kid, I had a hard time differentiating between the living and the ‘dead’. In truth, I had more friends who were ‘dead’ than living. I’ve been an outsider most of my life. I guess that’s why I’ve kept to myself a lot. Maybe that’s why I seem private or sometimes cold. I’ve had a life time of learning that when I let people in, they don’t usually stay long.

Days like today I really ask myself if I’m doing the right thing. Should I be working as a medium? Is this the best way I can be in service to others? Is this the best way to contribute to the earth? Should I be telling people everything I receive?

Yes. As heartbreaking and heavy as it is, this work is needed. At this moment in time, this is how the world needs me.

Tomorrow is a brand new day. It will be filled with new people and new adventures. I’m excited for it. I’m grateful that when I put my head on my pillow tonight, that God will wash away most memories of the messages I shared today. I’m thankful for the peace that comes when I sleep.

Thanks for taking the time. Love & Light,

Truly

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Hello lovies! Sorry it's been so long. I've had my hands full, literally. Lol. Graham arrived the 1st of September, & does not like being put down. (What new baby does?lol) he has been a real blessing. His birth story is an interesting one.....

I started having contractions around 3 am. I paced & danced across the floor to cope. Around 4 am, I woke my hubby up & asked him to time the contractions while I was in the shower (water helps me big time). So into the shower I climbed, ready to let the warm water beat down on my back. I think I was in for 10 minutes or so when I heard 'Truly, call your midwives. It's time'. I grabbed the wall in shock, my pour husband thought I was having a contraction. All I could think was, 'could it be? Was it really him?'. I then heard 'well I can't very well come in the shower with you & you need to get your arse in gear & get to the hospital. He's coming.' I broke out laughing histerically. My pour hubby, I really wish he could hear what I hear. The reason why I was laughing was because I was hearing my dad for the first time in over 10 years & he was being a cheeky bugger (where I get it from I'm sure). He was there when I needed him most. You see, I've always been able to 'see' my dad after he crossed, just not hear him. I chalked it up to it being too raw or emotionally overwhelming for me. You see most mediums, can't do for themselves. We too have to find a medium to connect with our own loved ones. When I explained to Kyle who it was & why I was laughing he immediately got on the phone with the midwives & started getting ready. I had Tom, my 1st little guy (incidentally named after my dad), at home. It was a beautiful birth which I hoped to repeat. Complications prevented me from having my home birth so I was told I MUST go to the hospital. Normally, I'm not one to argue when it comes to our safety but I had some huge reservations. Hospitals are like hot spots for mediums. There is a tremendous amount of metaphysical activity in & around them. Just think of all the people who go there to pass away. Anyway my worries were eased a bit as now I knew my dad would be there to protect me while I was giving birth. When I arrived at the hospital I wasn't able to focus much (6am). I had planned to use hypnobirthing for pain management like I did with Tom, but the spirits kept me too distracted. They were a talkative bunch & I had to remind them I couldn't help them at this exact moment & that they would have to wait. By 9 am I was given extra hormones & laughing gas for the pain. Dad had them lining up at the door, each one waiting to tell me their story. My dad was a police officer, so he was always good at crowd control, lol. At 12 noon, Graham finally arrived. I could hear my Dads words of encouragement & congratulations in my ears. My wishes to be left alone (by Other spirits) was honored for the next hour. When all the commotion was over (baby testing, getting dressed, etc) there they were,at the door, waiting for me. I listened as best I could & helped those I could. It was not easy. I was exhausted, but I knew I had to try. I was released by 2 pm & headed home with my new baby.

Since then, I have gone back to the hospital to try to help the others. It is very difficult as the family they want to connect with are not usually there anymore & I can't get enough information to go looking for them. It's become a habit of mine to surround our local hospital with love & light on almost a nightly basis. I encourage those spirits to cross over. Reminding them that they have more free will once they have crossed than staying here.

Since the arrival of Graham, I have heard my dad once more. But I have not seen him. I don't understand why, or the reasoning behind it. All I know is that it was absolutely awesome to hear that old familiar voice, telling me how proud of me he was & how much he loved me.

Well lovies I hate to love ya & leave ya but its 3:30 am & Graham is looking for mummy. Lol. Thanks for reading. I've got 2 more blog topics ready to go in my head & will hopefully get them out sooner than later.

Love & Light, Truly

Hello Friends,
I have missed you. I have been under the weather, and as such was unable to work for a time. I am doing much better and back at it. Below is my annual 'Mother's Day Lecture' that I will be giving later this morning at the Divine Light Spiritual Foundation. I do hope you enjoy it and welcome your comments/feedback. Happy Mother's Day. God Bless you. xoxo Love & Light, Truly

Happy Mother’s Day. (May 13, 2012)

You are kind.
You are smart.
You are important.

Those words are what every parent wants to instill in their children. To be kind is to love, the purest of all emotions.  To be smart is to recognize that we have a choice, and that by being alive, we have chosen to grow. You are important. Something we forget so easily about our selves. When you are important, you remember that you are accountable for your thoughts, feelings and actions, and that no-one can take these away from you.

After becoming a parent myself, I read an article in a ‘parenting magazine’. It was an article on Fathers and what they thought of fatherhood. Christian Jacobs, is a pretty important guy with Nickelodeon (a kids television production company), and the co-creator of Yo Gabba Gabba (one of Thomas’s favorite shows). He wrote something that has not left me since the day of reading it. He was asked ‘what did you learn about being a father from your own dad?” The answer may shock you, or really hit home as it did for me:

“He showed me that as a parent, it’s time to forget about yourself and do what’s best for your children. No success in life could compensate for being a failure as a parent.”

What an incredible statement. Before my Thomas was born, Kyle and I had conversations about what kind of parents we were going to be. What hopes and dreams we had not only for our children, but with our children. I remember him telling me how years ago he turned down a very prestigious career move, so that he wouldn’t be put in the position of having to choose between his work and his family. So many people in the corporate world have had to make that choice. One of IBM’s motto's is ‘Family First’. This is something we do in our family. We put each other first.

I have had a few difficult choices in my life, and as difficult as it can be, I thank God for those opportunities. I thank God for the opportunity to live. I know God has big things in store for me. I have faith that I am being looked after.  I know that there will be more challenges in my life. I also know that I was given Kyle and Thomas for a reason. I am thankful for the strength I’ve been given.

Nothing about my life’s been easy. But nothings’ gonna keep me down. They give me reason to carry on.

I have been pregnant 5 times.  I’ve only been able to hold one baby in my arms. On so many occasions I have asked the age old question: ‘why’.  I know, that God doesn’t answer the ‘why’s. He only answers the ‘how’s’ and the ‘when’s, and its always done in divine order.

Each baby that I have been given, has been a blessing to me. I can not tell a lie, I do miss the opportunities of them. But I know in my heart that they have received the love and the care that they so much deserved. I am grateful to help them with what ever lessons they were working on in that brief time.   I am glad that I was able to give them the unconditional love that they so deserved.

The way you grow after you have made the decision to be a parent is almost in-measurable. I once heard a quote that talked about the decision to have a child is the decision to let your heart walk around out side of your body on its own, with out any regard for you. (lol). Never has a truer statement been made.

I love my Thomas to pieces. He really is my whole world. Its funny you know, I don’t think you realize how much you are loved by your parents (biological or not), until you become a parent yourself.  It’s amazing how you cry when your child cries, and you laugh when they laugh (even when you know you really shouldn’t be laughing because it’s sending the wrong message). They so quickly become a piece of us.

I’ve had quite a few parents come to me in the last few years, looking for advice to help with their children. The thing we always seem to forget is that our children are us, but a shorter version. They are smarter than us, they are faster than us and they can certainly out do us on any given day. We forget that they are not children, but little adults. They are miniature people who deserve all the respect and love we can give them.

When I talk about showing a child respect and love, I’m really talking about teaching them what we all need to re-learn. We need to re learn that:

We are Kind

We are Smart

And we are Important

When we have the fundamentals down, life can really become easy. When you are struggling with a challenge, all you need do is ask yourself these things; Are you acting out of kindness & love? Are you smart enough to understand that you will be held accountable for your actions? Will you lead a life of Integrity and Importance?

We all struggle with those things. We all struggle with them because we are human, and on a pretty steep learning curve.  Thankfully we have parents to show us the way.

We have parents that show us that we have goodness in us. We are merciful. We have compassion and understanding. We are the light and the energy and the joy in the world. We have forgiveness, patience, strength and courage. We can comfort, teach and heal others. We have the deepest wisdom and we know the highest truth. We are the greatest peace and the grandest love. We are these things. And luckily enough, we have parents to show us the way. How they chose to show us maybe a different story, but they have chosen. And don’t forget you chose them too.

Its funny, even now as I write this, I know that I am living in the state of fear. I can choose to manifest fear in my life. I can choose to let the fear (false evidence appearing real) in, and take over. Or I can choose to carry on. I can choose to live in love.

After everything that has happened to me, I have come to a decision. I choose to follow my parents. I choose Love. I choose to carry on. I choose to show my boy how life really is. I choose to be Kind. I choose to be Smart. & I choose to be Important.

I am able to choose all of these things, because someone chose to have me. Thanks Mum.