Finding My Guide

    Years ago I decided to see if I could find out who my Guide was during meditation.  While I meditate I visualize my garden, the place I go during meditation to find peace.  The garden I see in my minds eye is in the woods away from everything.  There is a path that leads to a gazebo which has a cement bench in the middle of it.  It is surrounded by a white fence and flowers of all types.  A very pretty and peaceful place to me. 

    Once there I asked my Higher Self.  Who is my Guide?  Who is it that gives me the information I need when reading for others?  Slowly I began to see a white mist coming toward me out of the woods.  I began feeling overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed in a good way, the way I felt just after delivering my son (you mothers will understand that).  I actually began to cry tears of joy.  Upon composing myself I asked “Is there a name I can call you?”  Very softly I heard a voice say “Gabriel.” or so I thought.  I was unsure I heard the name correctly so I asked the voice to repeat their name.  “Gabriel.” the voice spoke softly.

    The next evening I decide I would ask again during my evening meditation.  I wanted to hear it again because the voice had sounded kind of feminine and I was pretty sure an Arch Angel couldn’t be my Guide.  So once again to my garden I went asking, “Are you there?”.  Again the mist appeared out of the woods in front of me as I knelt before the bench in the gazebo.  Then I heard a female declare, “I am here.  My name is Gabrielle.” in a much clearer voice this time.  “Oh, GABRIELLE!  ... Can I call you Gabby?” I asked.  A muffled laugh and then a resounding, “YES!”.  Then I asked “Do I have others with me?” and Gabby said “Many.”  I then looked around the perimeter of my garden and saw many others just outside the fence line.  Feeling overwhelmed again, I decided to wait for another day to try and find out who they were.

    Since then I have found out several of the other Guides names, there are young and old, male and female.  They seem to each have a job to do with me in my life.  I sometimes wonder if they ever start the day thinking, “Crap, another work day!”

Our Pets Have Spirits Too!

    I’ve always been an animal lover.  Since the time I was a child I’ve been fascinated with all sorts of animals.  I blame it on Mom because she would bring home all sorts of strays.  Cats, dogs, birds, hamsters and even critters we caught in the backyard (snakes, frogs, chipmunks, etc.).  I actually thought about being a Vet as a career but decided I couldn’t stand to see animals in pain.  Over the years I have had MANY different pets.

    Anyone who thinks that animals don’t meet us on the other side has never really experienced their spirit.  Many of my pets have come to visit me.  I have felt them and even seen a glimpse of them around the house on occasion.  I have also seen other peoples pets with them during readings, there IS a connection with our beloved pets.

    One time I lost a Siamese cat.  He got very ill and I had to make the decision to put him down.  I had his company for only eight years and loved him dearly.  To this day I can feel his presence, mostly when I’m in the bathroom of all places.  I can feel him rubbing against my legs as he did in life.

    Then there was the DREAM DOG.  I call her that because I dreamed of her before she was born, actually, even before I had an inkling that I would own her.

    The dream was of me at my house in the country.  I could see the front door was open and looking through the screen door you could tell it was Spring.  There were four dogs jumping at the door looking outside.  “Four dogs,” I thought in the dream, “there’s Cleo, Max and Roxie but who’s the little blonde dog?”  Then I heard a voice in the dream call her Sandy.

    A couple of months later a friend of mine who had Miniature Wirehaired Dachshunds called me.  She began by saying her dog was going to have puppies in a couple of months.  After they came she asked me if I would like to co-own one of the females with her.  Well that was a no brainer, of coarse I would love to add a Wirehaired Dachshund to the family.  So I told her I would only if I could name it after her and she was fine with that, “Sandy, it is.” she said.  Not long after that, in the Spring, I would see my dream come true.

    About four years ago, I had to put my beloved Cleo down.  A Yorkie I had for fifteen years.  It broke my heart, but her quality of life was just not there anymore.  About a year later she came to me while I was in bed.  I had two other dogs at the time and they were sleeping with me.  I was awakened by footsteps on the bed.  I looked to see if one of my babies were getting up, but no, they were both sound asleep.  I lay there and could feel and see movement on the comforter.  Then I heard a ‘thud’ as if something had jumped down off the bed and the patter of footsteps leaving the room.  I KNOW IT WAS CLEO.

    These things are just a sampling of how our pets, like our children, pick us.  For whatever the reason, their little souls are with us AFTER and even BEFORE their existence.

Ruby

    Many years ago I was sitting around the house with nothing to do (at least nothing I wanted to do) so I decided to try psychometry on myself.  I didn’t know if that was even possible, but what the heck.

    I took off my favorite gold necklace and laid it on the table before me.  I said my little prayer of protection and asked my higher self to show me what would happen in my future.

    I took three deep cleansing breaths and picked up my necklace.  It was hard to keep my mind blank so I decided to do what I was taught.  Mom, Jeane and I took these classes (we actually helped start them) and we were taught to visualize a blank black board so we had only one thing on our minds.  If our mind started to wander we were told to erase the board and start again.  So this is what I did.  It took several minutes but finally a picture, vague at first, came onto the board.  As I looked in my minds eye I saw a window.  “Something’s in front of that window.” I thought.  Wondering what it was I tried to zoom in.  As I did there seemed to be a large bird cage in front of the window.  Zooming in closer I saw a parrot in the cage.  All I could tell is that it was a parrot but it was in the shadows so the bird itself was not clear.  “Hmmm...wonder what that’s all about?  Nobody I know has a parrot.” I thought.

    I wrote all the things I saw down with notations of how I felt about the visions.  I tucked the notes away and figured that I may understand later on.  There were many other things I saw in that vision I won’t talk about right now, hopefully that’s another story.

    About five years later I was out shopping.  Walking down the street I saw a pet store that only had birds.  “Birds?  Wow I wonder if they carry Canaries.” I thought.  I bred Red Factor Canaries at that time so I knew a little something about birds.  I decided to go in and just enjoy the beautiful birds.  I met the owner and she was very informative about the birds she had.  After talking awhile I noticed an exceptionally beautiful parrot and she told me it was a female Eclectus.  “These parrots are from the islands off the coast of Australia and I breed them.” she informed me.  The bird was bright red with iridescent royal blue wings a purple chest and bright yellow tail feathers.

    I told her about my Canaries and she said she had been wanting some Red Factors (I had 100 at the time).  We worked out a deal.  She took all my Canaries and a small amount of cash for a two week old female Eclectus.

    I had to wait another two weeks before she would let me take her home.  It was sooooo ugly.  No feathers and a big gullet.  I had to hand feed her for months before she could eat on her own.  Her breeder told me that hand feeding is the best way to bond with a parrot.  I named her Ruby for the obvious reason.

    Ruby quickly learned to talk and thankfully is not a noisy parrot as are so many.  She only seems to talk a lot around six in the evening (or when I’m on the phone) and hardly ever screams (unless she’s frightened).

    Anyway, I’ve had her for fifteen years or so and she has been a good companion.  I hadn’t thought of that reading I did for myself in years, but gazing at her in front of the window the other day it all came back.  “Oh my God!  This is exactly what I saw!” I thought “I can’t wait for the other wonderful visions I had that day, all those years ago, to come to pass too!”