In the spring of 2010, I had a strong feeling to contact my high school sweetheart Jeff. It was so strong that I felt compelled to search on Facebook and Google. I thought at one point that I did find him and I tried to “friend” him but I never heard back from him. The photo sort of looked like him but I had never seen him without a moustache and he wasn’t sporting one in the photo.
The feeling was so strong and it would come and go and I would try to find him on the Internet and then I would give up. I even thought about contacting his brother Terry, since he is a dentist and easier to find. But, I thought I was being silly and didn’t want to bother anyone.
In late October, I finally decided to contact one of my friends on Facebook who went to the same high school as Jeff. The next day I got an e mail from her, which shocked me – it contained Jeff’s obituary. He had died in May.
Now I understood why I had felt his presence and the need to connect with him. Once I realized he had passed, then I could carry on a conversation with him as I do with all of the loved ones who have passed. It’s an occupational hazard of being a medium that you can pick up on dead people often easier than you can communicate with live people. No phones or e mails required.
Jeff was bugging me to connect with his loved ones and to let them know that he made it, whatever that meant. I also talked with Jeff about how he was doing and let him know that I was glad he had found me so I could be a go-between.
From the information in the obituary, I learned more about where he had lived and that he had been married to Lynda when he passed. I felt compelled to try and contact a family member to let them know that I was getting messages from Jeff that he wanted me to relay to them. This is one of those sticky situations where the loved ones who are left behind can be very skeptical and even angry when you contact them. They think you want to prey on them for money or that you aren’t “real” or that you have some other nefarious reason for contacting them in their grief since they are so vulnerable. Many people are so afraid of dying, that they do not want to hear from anyone on the other side for fear of what they might learn.
I contacted Jeff’s sister-in-law after finding her e mail address on a memorial web site. I thought she could check me out and then relay the information to Lynda once she felt that I was legitimate and not out to hurt Lynda or rip her off. I didn’t think I would hear back from her but after a few days, she emailed me and asked me how I got her e mail address. I wrote her back and let her know and she then wrote that she forwarded the information to Lynda. Lynda then e mailed me and asked me how I knew Jeff and asked me to provide some information so she would know that I did, in fact really know him.
I shared in an e mail what I could remember about him and that I was the horse crazy girl that always smelled like horses and that Jeff couldn’t stand the smell. She called me immediately and shared with me that Jeff did tell her about his stinky horse crazy girlfriend in high school. It had to be me.
What followed was an honor for me, to share the messages that I was getting from Jeff, which so helped Lynda to heal even more. I hadn’t seen or talked to Jeff in 40 years, so I really had no knowledge of him and his life when he passed. And, appropriately, nothing that Jeff relayed had any connection to me or to the things that had happened when we dated. It was all about their life together and information about his passing that had troubled Lynda. Once she heard how those events were from Jeff’s perspective, she felt so relieved that she cried with joy.
I’m glad that I don’t get urges to contact people from my past very often. Now I’m always suspicious that they are no longer in physical form but have moved on to the spiritual realm. It’s funny but it’s as if I don’t want to feel or listen in too hard for fear of what I will learn, that someone from my past has past. Occupational hazard of being a medium I guess.

Do you believe in reincarnation? I know I have been here many times and several of my past lives have had relevance in this life. Even where I now live has significance since I know I lived in Virginia City in the 1860’s. It’s just over the hill from where I live and I have such a sense of déjà vu and “coming home” anytime I visit there. I find myself saying that, “There was this here and that there,” and pointing out places that were significant to me in that life. I know that several of the people who are in my life now were in my life back then.

I know I was killed in Pearl Harbor on the Arizona, that when it sunk, I was trapped below deck. It explains my sometimes-claustrophobic feelings and my reluctance to take a cruise.

Having this knowledge has helped me in so many ways and helped me to gain understanding of my Path and Purpose. It has helped me to challenge myself to overcome obstacles and to be in Surrender and live my life resistance-free.

Are you curious about your past lives? Do you ever get a sense of déjà vu with certain people or in certain places? Are there people you feel drawn to even when you don’t know them well and you don’t understand why?

It may interest you to know that you do not need to undergo past life regression, hypnosis or any other uncomfortable situation in order to find out. Just get your questions ready and I can help. Through your questions, I am given the answers, which may give you insight into your past lives and how you can maximize your life this time around.

We often carry unreasonable fears or interesting hobbies into our present lives so that we can work on the associated issues. I find people that love to do Civil War Reenactments were actually IN the Civil War. It gives them some comfort and often closure to relive those times, especially knowing there is no real killing going on and that they can return to the comfort and safety of their own homes.

People that are drawn to horses may have worked with them in other lives. People who love lots of children may have operated an orphanage in the last century. Men that are drawn to trains, whether real sized or Lionel, may have worked on trains in a previous life.

You can gain insight into your present by digging into your past lives. Call me to schedule either a half hour or full hour session to find out what treasures we can dig up from your past lives. You may be very surprised.

Two years ago, I lost my last horse. My draft cross mare Tammy was 24 and since I do veterinary intuition along with my other intuitive abilities, I could tell she had cancer. I didn’t know the cancer was going to cause her to colic, but it did and with little warning, I had to put her down.

For those people who do not know me very well or who use my abilities for readings on things other than horses, horses are my passion. I started taking riding lessons at the age of 9 and have never looked back. I got my first horse when I was 15, showed on a Class A Circuit as a Junior rider and except for a very few years in between, I have not been without one, or two, or seven, or even more horses.

When Tammy died, I emotionally went off the deep end. I decided I needed a break from horses. For the previous 30 years or more, I had always kept my horses where I lived, which usually meant they were in the backyard. With the horses so close, I fretted about their welfare so much that I could never really rest and relax. Half the time I didn’t even want to go past a window that looked out onto the horses in case something was wrong. If I heard someone rolling in the middle of the night, I would wake up, get out of bed and turn on the outside lights to make sure they were just rolling for a good scratch and that it was not a case of colic.

Needless to say, I really needed a break from years of fretting and worrying. I think I wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t be tempted to go right out and get another horse so I sold everything, corral panels, shelters, blankets, bridles, feeders, water troughs, etc. Everything was gone except for a box of brushes, two halters, a pony saddle (Hey, I’m a Grandma now – gotta be ready for those grandkids) and two vaulting surcingles because they are not easy to come by.

What I wasn’t ready for was that losing my last horse was like losing part of my identity. For almost 50 years, my self-identity was as a “horseperson.” And it wasn’t hard for even a stranger to know that I was a horseperson as I had manure or mud on my jeans and boots, flakes of hay down the front of my shirts, horse designs ON my shirts, and the required western belt, buckle, and boots.

I drooled over semi-trucks piled high with hay that I passed on the highway. I Oooed and Ahhhed over gorgeous horse trailers that were going down the road, silently judging if they would fit MY needs. I checked out the hay fields growing in Pleasant Valley as I drove to Reno and silently chided the owners that they had better get cutting and baling the hay. And heaven forbid I saw them cutting the hay when thunderstorms were predicted, I told them they were all idiots, in my mind of course.

After Tammy’s passing, very suddenly, none of this mattered anymore. I didn’t need to go to the feed store. I didn’t care about the price of a bale of hay or a sack of oats. I didn’t have to worry about the weather and if the horses need to be sprayed for flies or have their blankets on because it was going to be cold or snow. I could wear sandals and capris in summer. I didn’t need “barn” shoes. I didn’t have to worry about wearing a shirt that was open at the neck for fear that hay would lodge itself in my bra and cause hours of itching and rashes. I didn’t even want to wear shirts with horses on them as it just made me sad. My riding boots gathered dust in the closet and they never needed cleaning. I smelled better almost all the time. My hair stayed cleaner and didn’t have green hay flakes falling out of it. My nails were clean most of the time and didn’t have crusts under them from cleaning a mare’s udder or a gelding’s sheath – YES – I cleaned both barehanded!

For the first time in my adult life, I felt lost. Who was I? What happened to Terri the Horse Nut? Would I ever get another horse? Could I brave the heartbreak of losing yet another beloved horse when I had lost so many in the previous 20 years? Was I willing to take that chance? What had I done right and what would I do differently if I got another horse? Did I even want one? Would I have time to ride? Ride????? When was the last time I had actually ridden for FUN?

All of these questions milling around in my brain for about two years yielded a lot of answers, some that I wasn’t too happy about. First, I realized that when you are a professional horse person, meaning that you make your living with horses as I had providing a horseback therapy program, it does take some of the fun out of it. Second, while I was married to a very gifted horse trainer for 14 years, I allowed him to discourage me from riding. Whether he was jealous of the knowledge I accumulated over all of the years that I showed, trained and gave riding lessons or not, didn’t matter – while I was married to him, my leisure saddle time dwindled to nothing. Was he worried that if I got injured he would have to do all of the work that I was doing? There were times I think I may have ridden on a trail ride for fun about twice a year. How did I let this happen and what was I willing to do about it?

The answer when it came was easy. I have always wanted a Haflinger. I was introduced to them shortly after I had moved to the Reno area as a nearby ranch was having a dispersal sale, which I attended. It was love at first sight. Haflingers are draft ponies, which means they are about as wide as they are tall. They look like shrunk Belgians. They are always a palomino color with their body color anything from buff to chocolate and their manes and tails are white to blonde. From that point on, I wanted one. Or two. The irony is that Ohio, where I was born and raised is THICK with Haflingers while in Nevada they are rare.

My logic for wanting a Haffie was easy. They are the perfect horse for horseback therapy as they can handle a stout child but they aren’t so tall that you can’t hold the child on without your arms falling asleep. They are gentle by nature, easy to keep, easy to train and just all around great horses. But, again, I allowed my now ex-husband’s opinion to influence me. He only liked Quarter Horses and Cattle Dogs. I could have as many of those as I wanted. He would make an exception for a Paint Horse, as long as it still looked and acted like a Quarter Horse.

Now was my chance. Since I had been single for 7 years, I could actually get whatever horse I wanted, whatever breed I wanted, whatever size I wanted and, I could actually ride whenever I wanted. But, would I really ride? Did I have time in my busy schedule? Have I lost my nerve? Am I too old now to start riding steady again? What about driving? Haflingers make great carriage horses. Would that give me my horse fix if I chose to not ride? The answer to all of the questions was a resounding YES! So the hunt was on for the perfect Haffie.

I knew if I was going to get a new horse, it could only be a Haflinger. They are so rare out west and so expensive when you do find them, I wondered would I ever find just the perfect one. Since I am a very spiritual person and I believe in the Law of Attraction, that what we think and what we feel is what we are in the process of becoming, I knew that Source would lead me to the perfect horse. I began searching all of the web sites that have horses for sale and the Haflinger web sites and spent way too much time looking. Often I printed out information on Haffies that looked interesting.

And then one day in July of 2010, I was cleaning off my desk and found a page with two driving Haffies listed for sale. I picked it up to throw it in the trash since it was from April and clearly heard my Guides say, “NO! LOOK!” So I started reading the page and thought one of the mares was too short and so I went on the web site listed and couldn’t find anything about the Haffies on the site. So I called and talked to a wonderful lady in Boise named Dawn who shared the information about the mares. Yes, she still had one and yes, it was the taller one and yes, it was the registered one. And, she was broke to ride dressage, western, trail and trained to drive single and double!!!! I held my breath as I asked her the price. It was so reasonable that I knew I could do it. I then asked her if she would be willing to trailer the horse to Winnemucca so we could meet in the middle and she had no problem with that.

Once I told her who I was and what I did and why I needed a horse, specifically a Haflinger, she suggested that I take the horse on a trial basis. I was shocked. A trial basis was one thing in the same town but hundreds of miles away? I obviously had met an angel in human disguise. One obstacle down, one to go – where to keep her since the backyard was out.

I was still not convinced that I really wanted a horse and I was still questioning whether my riding days were over. With a horse trained to drive (pull a carriage) that question really didn’t matter. Did I want a horse – period? I decided that the only place I could keep a horse and not worry every second was with my friend Kathy at Twisted Sisters Ranch (The owners are both psychologists.) I stopped by the ranch and sure enough, Kathy had room. The indoor arena was a plus as was the inexpensive board. It made my decision.

I contacted another friend who had a horse trailer and asked her if she was up for a trip to Winnemucca and she said, “Sure!” The rest of the arrangements were made and I just trusted Source that all of my needs for the horse would be met and it would work out great.

The day came and we went to pick up Margarita RAH (for Royal Acres Haflingers). Dawn had gotten there the day before and camped in her horse trailer so Margarita, Maggie for short, was happily munching hay in a stall. I cried when I saw her. This was the horse I had been waiting for for so many years. We loaded her up and headed for home.

Getting to know this little mare has been so good for my heart. It is healing from all of the losses of so many wonderful ancient horses in the previous years. The Universe has helped me to accumulate all of the equipment and tack that I need in a very short period of time for bargain prices. I even had a dear client gift me a Haflinger sized English saddle! She has free readings for life!

Now I’m dirty more. I smell bad at times, like sweat, manure and fly spray. I’m once again watching hay prices and visiting the feed store. I am currently searching for the perfect horse trailer. I’m also shopping for the perfect driving cart and sleigh for winter. I am just starting to ride again, a little bit more each day, gaining confidence and trust in Maggie and myself. I haven’t left the ranch yet, but I know it won’t be long until we are cantering down the beach at Washoe Lake. Just look for the two blondes, Maggie and me, the horse person once again!

I have been having a great time doing readings for all kinds of wonderful people at the Grand Sierra Resort in Reno, Nevada. Free psychic readings are part of the GSR’s Fun, Food and Free Play promotion and I will be there through the end of July. My readings usually cover health, relationships, finances, pets and also communication with those who cannot communicate such as those with Alzheimer’s, dementia, autism, coma, etc.

Most of my work in my home office is by phone and I have been blessed to have clients from all over the world. When I do my sessions by phone, I am not distracted by the physical attributes of the person or their reaction to the information that comes through for them. In a phone session, the client and I also have a lot more time than the quickies at the GSR.

The big difference for me when doing readings at the GSR, is that I can’t help but get an impression of the person because I can see them. They are sitting right across the desk from me. My challenge is to try to not go into judgment about them. Since the clients at the GSR often win a mini-reading, I am doing readings for people who can’t afford a reading and also for a lot of people who may not ever have considered having a reading. This makes for very interesting sessions.

Since I am working with all kinds of people from High Rollers (big gamblers) to homeless people, it has really been an amazing experience. What is further amazing to me is that without judging my mini-clients, they are all falling into one of two categories. Everyone, from the High Rollers to the homeless people are either victims or they are empowered. What is even more incredible is the person’s financial status has little to do with their victim/empowered status.

I have worked with very wealthy people who were still victims when it came to relationships or health. And I have worked with homeless people who were so positive, forward thinking, in loving relationships and healthy! Of course there were homeless people who were in victim mode, some were mentally ill and others were in transition such as waiting for housing to be made available to them.

I think the most interesting part is people who are wealthy but having a major pity party since they didn’t have a significant other, their children resented them because they wouldn’t just keep funding their foolishness or they have attracted horrific diseases due to their victim-ship.

Empowerment is a choice. We can all choose to be responsible for our lives, our finances, our relationships and our happiness. The Law of Attraction is at work in our lives whether we are aware of it or not. But, we need to get out of our own way, choose to be positive, choose to be healthy, choose to attract loving relationships and choose to be abundant in all ways. What are you choosing in your life?

And for those who feel blocked, misunderstood, who are playing the blame-game, knowing what you know about the Law of Attraction, that what we think and what we feel is what we are in the process of becoming, we can choose to change our life in any moment and in every moment. What are you waiting for?

Here is a thank you letter from a recent client.

Hi Terri,

Take Care,
Colleen
Las Vegas NV

Dear Friends and Clients,
    Wondering what to get that person who has everything? Until the 12th of November, I am offering a free mini-reading gift certificate with every appointment booked. Appointments must be booked and paid for before the 12th. Gift certificates will be good for 3 months so they make perfect holiday gifts.  I can send them snail mail or e mail to you or your recipient. You can also add the time onto your own reading. Mini-readings are for 10 minutes and a $20. value.
    Get help with questions about jobs, finances, health, pets, loved ones who have passed or any other questions you have. Gift certificate can also be applied to the cost of an hour reading. 
    San Diego friends – I still have room for a few private appointments on the 14th of this month, either full-hour or mini-readings so be sure to e mail me or call to set up a time. Readings will be at the San Diego Marriot Hotel and Marina at 333 Harbor Drive. My cell phone is (775)771-4871. I look forward to meeting all of you in person.
Love and Light, Terri Jay

I was first in touch with Terri Jay in the fall of 2002.  I had moved from my long standing home in Alaska with my four legged companion, Teek. Teek, at this time, was a three year old remarkable dog I had found when he was starving and about three weeks old, on the banks of the Yukon River in the Interior region of Alaska. 

My bond with Teek was like none other I had ever experienced, despite having had and loved animals all my life.  I contacted Terri because I had found another starving dog– this time near the Ute Indian reservation in rural southeastern Utah, where I was by then living. I wanted to know–after three years of our intense aloneness–how Teek felt about bringing another dog into the family.

I knew immediately that Terri was “the real deal” when one of her first comments was: “He wants to know why there is a dog in the house.” I laughed, knowing immediately what this meant (I had told Terri nothing about myself, Teek or our history or relationship at this point.  I had only presented my question). Terri then added, “Debra…I don’t think Teek knows that he is a dog!” Point number two in her favor (although I contacted her, this does not mean I was not initially a skeptic).

The fact was, I had made Teek’s formula by hand, carried him next to my heart in a South American tustze until he was big enough to place in a ferret bag, which then hung around my neck until he outgrew it (and continued to grow into his 80lb. adult size self). Teek had gone to work with me everyday for the first year of his life (flying all over back regions of Alaska with me); and he and I  had lived together in the 9 x12 hospice room with my father for three months during the summer of 2000. Indeed, like no other animal I had then or since encountered, Teek literally made attempts to talk.

In truth, my Teek had no clue that he was not my human child. For that matter, he still doesn’t.

Almost immediately after commenting on Teek, Terri asked me if my father had “passed over.” Having told her nothing of myself or my background, I was totally taken by surprise and stuttered that, as a matter of fact, yes, he had died in the summer of 2000.  Terri said, “I thought so because he is here and wants to talk to you and I have to tell you he will not shut up!!!” And thus began a two hour conversation with my father that is far, far too fascinating and astounding to recount in a single paragraph.  Suffice it to say that there is aboslutely NO doubt in my mind that I was communicating with my father. From the clothes he was wearing, the pipe he was smoking, the motorcycle he was riding, the fish he was catching and the dead-on tone of his voice and his words, Terri was channeling my dad. When I expressed my surprise–because at that time Terri only advertised herself as an animal communicator–she said, “Oh, didn’t I mention I can communicate with the other side?  It’s one of my most favorite things to do!”

That initial session began a long relationship, now going on for over five years. During this time in Terri has found Teek when he was lost and frightened; she located and communicated with a friend’s two beloved hounddogs who had taken chase of a mountain lion and wandered miles and miles and miles from home in the mountainous region of SE Utah; she diagnosed the cause of illness of another friend’s dog when no vet could do so (and thus, I am convinced, saved the dog’s life as once treated, this dog was never ill again); and of course, she has continued to astound me with her remarkable ability to communicate with those who have passed.  When, in the summer of 2006, my lifelong friend of over 34 years died following a long and painfully difficult illness, Terri gave me a message from her that only could have made sense to the two of us. The comfort that message brought is utterly impossible to put into words.

Terri is simply a part of my family now.  Though we’ve never met in person, when I have a worry, a question, a confusion or angst, I call her. I have referred an untold number of people to her, almost all of whom have experienced the same sense of awe that I did, and do, over her remarkable abilities.

I know that one day the time is going to come when Teek, now nine years old, is going to pass over.  I cannot even write these words without tears instantly flooding my eyes, my heart, my soul. We have, after all, rarely spent a day apart and together we have escorted two of the people I have most loved on this earth as they journeyed toward the other side. The only comfort I can give myself when I think of the reality that Teek is likely to depart before I do, is in knowing that I will still be able to communicate with him through Terri. There is something unspeakably comforting and assuring about knowing that, without a doubt, Teek and I will continue to express our bond. That is a gift few on this earth are so blessed to be able to offer another person, and one that I feel blessed to receive.

I am always amazed at the details and the content of crossing over readings when I do them. I joke that it’s so specific that I can’t make it up. Here is one such reading that I did for my client Yvonne several months ago:

Dear Terri,

I have shared this reading with so many, I hope to get a few referrals for you. Other things have since made more sense.

• One of the first things you said to me was that there was something  about a tree last Christmas. My sister died about a week before and my parents were in Texas for my niece’s wedding which they never made it to, they flew right home. The next day I sent my husband and niece over to my sister’s house to get an artificial tree to put up in my parent’s house as I knew my mother would not be inclined to do any  decorating with this huge loss. My daughter, myself, my husband, and my niece decorated that tree because I was adamant that my niece still needed to have a Christmas.
• You also saw a body of water, a lake, and mentioned the serenity of that scene. We do live near a lake, but more importantly, I think, is that my sister always self hypnotized whenever she had to undergo anything unpleasant, ie bone marrow biopsy, dentist. Her key phrase for that was that she was “going to the beach”. (My mother actually had a sighting or a dream and saw my sister at the beach with a big floppy hat on).
• You mentioned the smell of corn. As I told you before, the preservative added to stem cells for transplant causes the patient to smell like creamed corn for about three days after the stem cells are reinfused. She did!
• Bloody Mary’s with celery sticks: I have all holidays, including Father’s Day and Mother’s Day dinners at my house with large crowds. My father will often bring a big pitcher of bloody Mary’s to share.
• You also said that you saw lots of carnations: There were lots of flowers and plants at the funeral. After the funeral, there were 50-60 people in my house and the funeral director brought over many of the flower arrangements and plants. Several of the flower arrangements had carnations in them. When everyone was gone, my immediate family noticed a lone carnation propped up against a window on my back porch. We questioned that for the whole evening, there was just something serene about that one flower being there when there was a whole house full of flowers. My son actually stuck it in a snowbank at one point and took a picture of it. We talked about that flower for days as it was such an odd thing. I thought at the time that my sister had put it there as a sign to us.
• You mentioned a shoe hound who has boxes of shoes never worn, and that’s me, hands down.
• The most poignant for me, was when you mentioned the pet name “something like boomer”.  As I told you that night, my nickname is Bomber and my sister ALWAYS called that and, in fact, started it by being unable to pronounce Yvonne.

Terri, I do want to thank you again for your services. I have been given a boost and I am so grateful.

Yvonne B.

Dearest Terry,

I did not have a chance to send you a “thank you note” because on every day basis I do not have that much time. But all week I have been carrying in my head to write to you.

You are an exceptional human being, exceptional psychic and an awesome woman.

What you did in that reading for me I will never forget. I am so grateful to your father for letting me know about your ability and talent. I am so grateful for you ! ! ! ! ! !

Besides that you made some terrific suggestions in regards to caring for my elderly Fred you said things about my uncle that are so true. No doubt in my mind that you have connected with him. That was hilarious and so cool.

I had such a great time talking to you, Terry.

If you have any suggestions or if I should make an appointment please let me know. Also, I sent your link to my friend, Ann, because she needs to connect with her mother. That woman died 5 years ago and all Ann is thinking about is going to her mom. If it wasn’t for her father (92 yo) and her dogs she would be gone long time ago. I am hoping that Ann will contact you.

Thank you, Incredible Terri,

I appreciate you!

Hugs

Alexis

My friend Joan emailed me to tell me that her mom, Doris had had a stroke and she needed me to “translate” for her mom since her mom could no longer talk. Even though Doris was trying, she wasn’t making any sense. I called Joan back and asked her if she wanted me to come to the hospital to be with her and we made plans for later that evening.

Joan and I met outside the hospital and laughed because both of us were wearing shirts with horses on them. Pretty silly for a couple of 50 year olds. We went upstairs to Doris’s room. I verbally and mentally greeted Doris and told her who I was. We had met briefly once at my old ranch just after Doris’s husband (and Joan’s father) Bob had died, so I wanted to reassure her who I was. Mentally, I told her that I was there to help her with whatever questions she had about what happened to her and what was going to happen. She drifted in and out of awareness, more out than in. Her breathing was very labored and a few times she coughed so hard she set off the heart monitor.

I receive Guidance from God, angels, Guides, and people who have passed away. I never question where the Guidance is coming from but it is always right on. It’s not from me, but through me. I noticed that Bob, Doris’s deceased husband was standing right beside the bed. I knew immediately that he was there to welcome Doris across to the Other Side when she passed. It felt as though Doris only had about 48 hours at the most. I knew about her congestive heart failure but when I scanned her with medical intuition, I felt she was also in multiple organ failure.

A nurse brought in a surgical consent form so Joan could sign it. It was so they could insert a feeding tube so Doris could receive nutrition. I quietly questioned the nurse about it and shared with her what I was receiving, that Doris only had hours left and that her kidneys and liver were failing. The nurse asked me if I was a doctor and I told her that I was a medical intuitive and this was what I was getting. I suggested that basic blood work would confirm the organ failure and make the surgery unnecessary. I also asked what pain meds Doris was on as she was in pain and scared so whatever they could give her to ease her pain would help. When Doris became upset and crying, they administered morphine and Doris quieted down and went to sleep.

I mentally and spiritually talked to Doris and told her where she was going and how it was all going to happen. She was so anxious to see Bob again, yet was concerned about Joan. I assured her that Joan would be fine, that I could always relay messages to her and that she had lots of friends who loved her and would help her with her ranch. It was interesting to me that since Doris was still attached to her physical body, she was able to have concerns about things that are earthly. I know from my work that once a person is out of their body completely, they have no concerns about earthly things. They just send their love.

Joan called me two days later to tell me that her mom had peacefully passed. I immediately saw Bob and Doris laughing and dancing and they were on a cruise ship. I shared this with Joan and she burst out crying and said that her dad was an amazing dancer and they always went on cruises together. I shared that they looked like they were dressed in clothing styles from the 30′s. This really helped Joan knowing they were together and having a ball.

Later the same day, I had just finished my shopping and Doris came to me and told me to call Joan, so I picked up my cell phone and called her. Joan was surprised at my timing as she had just finished at the funeral home, making the arrangements. I told her that Doris had wanted me to call her and tell her that she had done a great job with everything and to tell her how much they love and appreciate her. I asked Joan to let me know when the service was scheduled so I could attend and we hung up.

I am continually in awe of how God uses me to help people to get through the rough times, grow and heal.