The Agate

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My dog Zeke and I often hit the beach in the early mornings so that we can be the first to find agates. It’s a pastime where I live and so I too have caught the “agate bug”, showing some of what I’ve found on this blog. It was foggy but not rainy, and not too cold. We set out on our typical walk that we take on our favorite beach. Zeke did his thing and I did mine.

Zeke’s “thing” is to run along the beach close to the rocks. He likes to sniff out other animals, mark logs that have previously been marked, and my favorite: roll in something dead. I know why he does this, but still, it’s hard to love on him and pet him when he stinks.

I went on this walk specifically because I had something to consider. It was a new job, talking with a human in spirit. A friend of this man had asked me to check in with him to see if all was well. I wasn’t so sure that this was something I could do, because up until this point I had only talked with humans who had crossed over-that I knew in life. I wasn’t sure I had the potential to speak with a “stranger in spirit”, for lack of a better term. So I had to walk and think it over. And where better to do it? The beach. And who better to talk it over with? Zeke. Although Zeke is very special to me, this wasn’t in his list of things he could advise me on. So I let him do his thing as we walked and I began mulling.

Zeke_ocean As I watched Zeke in the water, I asked my spirit guide if I was indeed moving in the direction I was being pointed in: talking with humans who have crossed over. She didn’t answer, but another voice did. It was that of the man I had been asked to talk to.

It amazed me that he was there, so fast, without any ceremony, quiet meditation, none of that. He simply popped in and started to talk with me. And to be honest, I don’t remember a lot of what he said. 1) because I was so surprised and 2) I rarely remember anything that is passed from me to the client. I can’t hold all that information and besides: the message isn’t for me, it’s for the person seeking information. Agate_blog_6

He seemed just fine as I walked and we visited. He spoke using words which is an important distinction. Animals will show you in any way they think you will understand them. This can be in words, “pictures”, and feelings in my body. But he simply talked with me. And laughed. I remember his distinct laugh. Like that of someone having fun. I continued walking and listened to what he had to say. He was interested in working with me in order to let friends know he was OK. I felt almost like he had chosen me. It was an odd feeling like “well of course I’ll talk to you, I’ve checked YOU out and you seem like a good person for me to share with.” So I listened and he continued to laugh and talk about well, everyday stuff. Only “in spirit” everyday stuff.

Animals will show you in any way they think you will understand them. This can be in words, “pictures” and feelings in my body.

The beaches have been covered in sand the past two winters. When there is more sand, there are fewer agates. I can count on one hand the agates I found last winter that were worth keeping. And this winter has been worse. We have had mild weather and few storms. And the storms we’ve had have brought more sand to the hunting grounds so anything we find is a “keeper”. The agates are buried deep below our feet. And they are scarce to find during a good winter. We may come home with 5-10 good agates in a good year. But the past two? We’ve struggled to find one.

That’s why what happened next blew me away.

I had started walking up by the rocks to search for agates as we talked. I wasn’t really sure if I was truly speaking with this man or if I was making it up. As an animal communicator, I know that what I receive from animals isn’t “made up”. I’ve had enough experience and validation to know that the words, symbols, pictures, etc. from animals, are truly what they’re saying. But with humans in spirit? I wasn’t so confident yet. After all, this was the first “encounter” I’d had with someone in spirit whom I’d never met in life.

He said to me “you like shiny rocks don’t you?” And I replied, “Agates? Yes I love to find agates.” And he said “well you’re about to find one in just a few steps. If I show it to you, will you believe it’s really me?” I didn’t really believe what I’d heard, but not 5 steps away was a stream. Not one with a lot of rocks in it, just a stream that was sending water run-off from the land to the beach. And there, in the middle of this not-really-a-stream, was the most beautiful agate I’ve seen in years! I was totally blown away. I felt I should thank the man because not only did he “predict” I would find it, but it was beautiful. It appeared like a full moon in the water. And given the gray day where the color of the sky and the ocean matched, it was truly a stunning agate that was still shining brightly in my hand.

Then I stopped. I got a little chill as I realized: I was talking with the man in spirit who I had been asked to inquire about. And it was as easy as talking with a neighbor over the fence. I didn’t contact him, he contacted me. He knew I was the “designated medium” so he made it very easy for me.

We had many more chats after that. I felt I should be on the beach when I talked with him because it was so easy for me. I don’t know why this was the perfect place for us to chat other than he loved being in nature as much as I do. And as we talked, he became more and more specific about events in his life, where he was now, and what lay ahead for him.

And I knew that what lies ahead for me is really exciting. I can talk with humans in spirit, and so far with the jobs I’ve had, with relative ease.

As we left the beach, I said to Zeke, “That was a good walk huh buddy?” And he replied “Yes mom, but you weren’t here.” He was implying that I had been in a different dimension than he as we took one of our “regular” walks. A walk I won’t ever forget.

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The Missing Piece

I’ve had the privilege to work with some wonderful animals over the years, and many have become very close friends. As close as any two humans could be. And I wouldn’t trade these friendships for anything in the world because most of these animals have led me to places I didn’t know existed. When I was told “yes, you are making connections with animals and they understand you too.” I was over-the-moon excited. At the time I had no idea of the journey it would send me on. One thing always leads to another if we keep an open mind. And I’m so grateful I have because it’s so much more than talking with animals. It’s talking with spirit. And communication with all of life, not just animals.

There was the sad Christmas tree who told me its story. The last time I picked up a live tree which had been designated for our “enjoyment” that season, was anything but. The tree showed me in pictures the happy life it had been living high atop one the sloping hills that gate our coastal area from the mountains. I saw clearly what that tree saw: other trees, lots of wildlife (especially birds) and the way they all beamed in the setting sun at the end of another day. It was peaceful, beautiful. The tree showed me all that, and then ended with “and then the big noise came“. The tree was upset as it was lying down in my car, it was confused about where it was going, and most of all, it missed the simple life it had just been living. I announced upon bringing it in that night that this would be the last of the live Christmas trees. It was all too sad for me. And now my husband says about the one that lives in a box and looks like a tree “yeah, we can’t have live ones anymore, they talk to Lisa.” Twenty years ago my husband wouldn’t have made this comment, because then all his friends would think his wife was nuts.

The other day a friend was trying to convey to me a story. I wasn’t really understanding the problem. I kept circling back to the original comment and asking why did she do this? Or why didn’t she do that? The point was – she left out a very important piece of the story. One that Jack_fast was rather essential to understanding the story in the first place. Had she simply added a few more details in setting up the story, I don’t think we would have gone around in circles for about 30 minutes, with me peppering her with questions about the original incident. Lost? You should be, because I am and I was there. And the Christmas tree. Did you know your live tree that’s now dead and sitting out back had a life before you had it into your home?

I came back to this blog with a lot of enthusiasm for change and to incorporate my website with my blog. I have outdated info on my website with the same old tired stories. So I started to build, add new categories, and new sections, without truly explaining what I’m attempting to do here. And there is a very large missing piece that I’ve yet to outline, unless you picked up on in my story about Justin. My ability to talk with animals and help them through their issues has taken me into a whole new place. I’m now working with humans who have walked through the veil, and helping their loved ones to heal. It’s very different than working with animals, even animals in spirit. But I’m taking the next step in this journey and hope to help many to heal. It seems that this is my path, and that this is the missing piece of the story that I’ve started outlining with all these new tabs and titles.

But stay tuned. I’ve decided to stop with the workings of this blog and simply write for awhile. The other pages will fill in soon. But for now, I think I need to keep writing and sharing the stories of how all this has come about.

There. That’s the piece of the story I left out way back in the beginning of January. Now that I’ve started in the “middle”, we’ll see where it goes from here.

Love and Light

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Justin

I live in a small town and when we hear sirens, we pray we don’t know where these first responders are going. But in a town this size, we’ve had some tragedies that involved one of our own. This incident took place several years ago and was one of the first time I experienced a human in spirit.

It was in the late summer when a small plane crashed into a house taking five souls. The fog that morning was as thick as pea soup, but the pilot, Justin, had experience in this. He knew how to fly using instruments. But that morning the plane malfunctioned and with no where else to go, Justin ended up in a house where there were children who would cross to the other side with Justin and his passenger. But during their walk towards a familiar light, Justin turned back. He had unfinished business here.

I never met Justin but knew his wife Kylee well. She and I used to work out together and although she was split from Justin, they were still very involved in each others lives raising their three children. She was understandably devastated as things were on and off again with Justin and they were in their late thirties. She never dreamed that this would be a possibility, that Justin would walk through the veil as a result of doing something he was so good at.

The morning following the accident, I was in my kitchen pouring my first cup of coffee. I was very aware of someone behind me jumping around, in a panicked state saying “You have to go to her! You have to go to her now!” repeatedly to the point where I finally turned around and said out loud “I can’t!” I surprised myself in that moment because I realized I was speaking with a human on the other side. I’ve had years of practice talking with animals in spirit, but this was the first human I could almost touch. I felt his presence, I could tell how tall he was, and there was a faint scent of someone else in the room with me. This spirit although invisible to the eye was very real. And his message was very real too. I had the sense that he had tried this with other people as well, but I was the one who answered him back. I was the one who heard him.

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He wasn’t sure of where he was or what to do next, he was “in between” worlds and needed to be heard, and once he found out I could hear him? He wouldn’t leave me alone for over two weeks.

I knew this was Justin. In this type of work there are three ways spirit will communicate. They use “pictures”, “words”, and/or “knowing” all at once. Somehow he chose me to deliver his final message to his family. But this was all very new to me. I was used to animals answering questions for their humans, not humans hanging out with me (somewhat constantly) in order to be heard. He wasn’t sure where he was although he knew he was out of his body and he knew more people were with him. He hadn’t crossed over yet so he didn’t know the beauty of heaven, he was in between worlds. At any moment he could walk through the light, but this was all so sudden and unexpected he had to tell his family good-bye.

I sat with this for quite some time. This was all new to me. Finally I confided in a good friend and told her I could hear Justin and he was panicked about getting Kylee his farewell speech. The message was full of love, regret, and forgiveness. And as he continued to stay with me, I knew I had to deliver it or he’d be here, frustrated that few could hear him, when he should have concentrated on crossing over.

It was interesting to me that part of his message contained a glimpse of heaven. He told me to tell Kylee that it “isn’t at all what we thought it is” and he really wanted her to know that. It also indicated to me that he was having some experience with his guides possibly, who were letting him stick around to say his good-byes. He had some personal messages as well for his children.

He told me many things, most of which I have forgotten. It works that way. If I hang on to all the spirits I work with, I’ll be dragging myself into a world of sadness and bereavement. It’s info in, speak it, and info out. Now when doing readings I write it all down for the client. That’s why I’m glad I told my one friend. She remembers it all.

I was in my car one morning when Justin popped in and told me to call Kylee right then and there. He said “you don’t believe it’s really me do you? You think you’re making this up.” And I had to agree with that. He assured me that the moment he had chosen, Kylee would be alone and answer a question about her nickname. Justin said “I called her “Ky. She’ll confirm that and then maybe then you’ll believe me.” So I called. Kylee answered saying “you picked the perfect time to call. No one is here, the kids will be home shortly.” I told her I had an odd question, and proceeded to ask her what Justin had nicknamed her. She responded “He had many names for me.” I said “did he call you Ky?” And she said “Yes! That was his main nickname for me. Why do you ask?” I had that little “zing” of adrenaline as Kylee validated what Justin had told me. It was not unlike learning to talk to animals. It came so easily, I suppose working with animals in spirit was setting me up for this work. But when learning this work and then being validated – is an amazing moment. I still feel the “zing” as my confidence is strengthening.

I didn’t feel that this was the time to tell Kylee what I had been experiencing. She was in deep mourning and I was bouncing around like a puppy with a new ball. I had information that would help her to heal, I just had to pick my time. It’s one thing to ask a medium to contact a loved one, and quite another when the one in spirit has contacted you. I decided to wait until things had settled a bit because I wasn’t sure how she would receive the information.

It’s one thing to ask a medium to contact a loved one, and quite another when the one in spirit has contacted you.

So she had confirmed what Justin had just told me. That he called her “Ky” – a name no one in our small town used for her. I was then convinced that this was happening to me. I was talking to Justin who remained in between worlds for a period of time, in order to deliver his message.

Justin stuck around through his memorial service. As I walked down the hill in the fading summer sun, a light breeze turned up. Justin said to me “I think I can go now. I know you’ll deliver my message of love and forgiveness”. And he was right. Several weeks after Justin left my friend and I sat down with Kylee and told her all the things that I had experienced with Justin after the accident. She was comforted. I was surprised. But it has led me down a new path, one that is exciting, and one that can comfort humans who are left behind.

Note: I do not divulge the personal messages that are given to me and passed on.