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Greetings, my friends!

I’m recycling another of my favorite posts today. I was reminded of it last week when I was on Etsy, and an antique hour glass showed up in a search – randomly, I might add.  This is a favorite post because of Professor Beard’s message–one that has never left me since the below documented reading nearly 3 years now. ENJOY!

Post from June 6, 2014:  I was nearing the end of an hour-long reading (Messages from Loved Ones & Guides) with Louise, from Iowa. She came into the reading with a number of goals and questions, and it was interesting to see how they were answered one by one. Her Loved Ones in Spirit had covered most of them to her satisfaction, but a few more mysterious ones—like why she couldn’t get past the block in her genealogical research on her father’s side of the family—had yet to be addressed.

Hello, Professor Beard

My search for an image similar to Prof. Beard’s dress and physical features yielded this painting of Frederick Guthrie Tait (1870-1900), a Scottish golfer from Edinburgh. It looks like the University towers in the background.

That’s when Professor Beard showed up. I didn’t have a name for him right away, but described him as a scholarly man, with light hair and of large build. He was dressed quite smartly in a creme-colored suit, white shirt and some type of old fashioned neck ribbon or scarf. I could see the chain of a pocket watch hanging from his waistcoat, and he sported wire-rimmed glasses and a flat cap. From his dress, demeanor and coloring, and the way I sense geography, I said to Louise, “I feel like I’m in the early 1900’s, maybe 1920’s or so. I also feel like he would have lived in Ireland…(at which point, the image of a man I knew from Scotland flashed across my mind)…or Scotland.”

Louise stopped me, “Oh, my maiden name is Beard, and my father would say ‘there are a lot of Beards in Scotland,’ but I always thought he just meant there were a lot of men wearing beards! I guess he really did mean that it was a popular family name.”

“Aha! Well, this man does not have a beard, but it does look like he may have a mustache or other facial hair,” I responded.

University of Edinburgh in Scotland

University of Edinburgh in Scotland

The gentleman then made it clear that he was a teacher, and I could sense the connection to the University of Edinburgh, as I saw a quick flash in my mind’s eye of the University’s towers. From that point forward, I referred to him as Professor Beard. I then saw the Professor in a lecture hall and he pulled out an hourglass to show me. He said that he used it as a means of keeping track of the lecture time. But then the conversation shifted; Professor Beard began using the hourglass as an analogy and spoke at length about a preferred means of “measuring our lives.”

Now, because such concepts tend to come through to me in a jumble of visual, sensory and auditory information, I’ll paraphrase what he communicated through me to Louise.

hourglass“Most people look at their lives and they think of the time left to live, or rather exist on Earth. If we use the hourglass as an analogy, each of the grains of sand can be considered to be a measure of our life: days, months, years. As the grains fall down from the upper bulb through the neck to the lower bulb, we see it as time slipping through our fingers and find ourselves increasingly anxious at the thought of the final sands of time passing us by, always looking to see how many grains are still in the upper bulb of the hourglass.”

It’s a matter of shifting one’s gaze

He went on to say:

A much preferred way of looking at life is this: imagine each grain of sand that passes through the neck of the hourglass is a life goal met, an exciting accomplishment or desired achievement, a moment fully lived. Rather than feel anxiety at what is lost from above, gaze at the bottom of the hourglass and feel joy at all that has been gained! Take time as you move through the paces of your life to reflect on those accumulating grains of accomplishment and happy moments. Live with gratitude and a knowing that you are on your path, that you are reaching those goals you set for yourself prior to this present incarnation on Earth. Be glad for your experiences and for the progress you have made in the continued evolution of your soul, for all that you have learned!

Thank you for this reminder, Prof. Beard. Life is indeed a gift and we humans, in our obsession with time, sometimes miss the point of living altogether. Our lives are not simply strings of days, months and years held together by measured time. Rather, life is truly a succession of opportunities for expanding our awareness, knowledge and perception of our world. Every day is an opportunity to grow and evolve intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. Every grain that falls in our own personal hourglass should be seen as a marker of progress and fulfillment.

What about the last grain of sand?

As I apply this analogy, a reading earlier this week comes to mind. It dealt with a tough question: “Why can’t my father just let go? His health is so bad, his quality of life is so poor. He wants to know if there is something left for him to do before he can go on to Heaven?”

Good question. Why is a life drawn out when it only seems to delay physical suffering? It may just be the case for all of us that our hourglass will not drop its last grain of sand until we have achieved what we have come to achieve in this lifetime, at least that which is still feasible given our circumstances.

I believe there are many reasons for that last grain of sand to defy gravity, but we may need to dig deep to find it. It may be something as simple as saying, or allowing someone else to say, “I love you,” or, “I’m sorry,” or something else equally as important. Perhaps a meeting with friends or family must yet take place, someone forgiven, a secret shared, a burden lifted, an empathetic understanding found, a project completed for benefit of others…  I believe that if we look inside with truthful eyes and an open heart, we will find it, and we will know what is required of us for our Spirit to fly free once again.

John Beard, D.Sc  (1857-1924), Professor at University of Edinburgh in Scotland

Tonight, I received an email from Louise. She wrote, “I found possible links for…a John Beard, who was a professor at the University of Edinburgh.  He wrote an early study on stem cell research about 1910.”


Dr. John Beard

Now isn’t that interesting. And perhaps quite fitting that a scientist researcher of early stem cell research, the study of life itself, should also philosophize on how we should best measure and perceive the passing of one’s life. I just did my own search on John Beard (1857-1924). The photo I found online bears striking similarity to the Spirit who became known to us as Professor Beard.  I also have discovered that I’ve actually read references to his work in recent years! For those who know me personally, I pay a lot of attention to diet and the impact of toxic environments on the body as it relates to the perpetuation of cancers and other inflammatory diseases. John Beard’s work, once largely ignored, has made a strong comeback as current medical researchers are finding validation and insights in his early work. He was a man ahead of his time. In fact, his book , The Enzyme Treatment of Cancer, first published

Published in 1911.

Published in 1911.

in 1911, was reprinted in 2009 and available in hardcover once again.  If the Prof. Beard who came through as an ancestor to Louise is the very author of this work, I’m feeling very humbled this evening that I was able to share one more sliver of brilliance from this man.

Needless to say, I’m very inspired by Prof. Beard’s hourglass analogy. I’ll be on the lookout for the perfect hourglass to remind myself to change my perception of life passing by or slipping away, to a more positive, rewarding and accumulative philosophy. As Prof. Beard would say, “It’s really just a matter of shifting one’s gaze.”


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Happy New Year, my friends! To start the year, I have a very special story to share with you – one of deep love, inspiration, and enlightenment that I’m certain you’ll enjoy.

Sally’s Story


My dear friend, Sally.

In early November, my college friend Sally kept popping into my head. We hadn’t checked in with each other for a while, so I wrote a quick “How are you?” email. To my surprise,  Sally responded with an extraordinary story of Spirit communication! And the wonderful news is that she has generously agreed to let me share it with you.

Sally has had one of those years. You know what I mean: when the Universe throws everything at you all at once. Sink or swim in the deep end of life. But just as the Universe takes away, it inevitably gives back in unexpected ways, often accompanied by the realization that all is as it’s meant to be.

Here is Sally’s incredible story that lies at the intersection of love and faith.

The Pact

Last winter, Sally moved in with her elderly mother, Donna. At 81, Donna was becoming increasingly frail and needed some loving assistance. The blessing in this arrangement was that for the first time in decades, Sally


Sally’s mother, Donna

and her mother were able to spend leisurely evenings and weekends together, exploring all manner of topics in a way they had never done before. One evening, the conversation moved to the topic of “what happens after we die.”

Mother and daughter decided to make a pact: whoever died first would try to communicate across the veil to the other. Sally and Donna didn’t go so far as to set up a code word or even a specific means of communication; they just decided they would try, because they believed it was possible.

Donna passes into Spirit

In March, Donna took a fall that put her in the hospital. It was a fall from which she would not recover, and Sally’s mother passed unexpectedly, yet peacefully into Spirit. Donna had  often said over recent years that she was happy to go on to the realm of Spirit, that she was ready. For Sally and her siblings however, it wasn’t so easy.  The experience of losing one’s mother can leave one feeling like a ship without anchor on wind-tossed seas, but one miraculous event in the midst of Sally’s grief gave her strength she didn’t know she had.

Breaking through the Veil

It was 10 days after Donna’s passing, and two weeks before a larger memorial service was to be held. Sally got into bed that night, leaving her laptop within reach. Normally, the laptop spent the night on the dresser, but this was no normal night.

In the wee hours of the morning, Sally was woken by her mother’s voice, “Wake up, Sally! Wake up! Sally, wake up!” The voice got louder and stock-footage-hands-typing-on-a-laptop-keyboardlouder until it pulled Sally out of a deep slumber. At the urging of her mother, Sally felt compelled to turn on her laptop.  She opened a blank document and just started typing and then her mother took over. The words flowed rapidly through Sally’s fingers and onto the page. The awaited contact!

Now, if this were to happen to me, a trained medium, you might think it wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary. But Sally is no “traditional” medium. In fact, despite being a good friend of mine for over 30 years, Sally wasn’t yet to the point of feeling comfortable sitting for a reading with me. I just waited for the day she might be. And never did I imagine, and certainly nor did she, that Sally would be her own medium!

Below is the dialogue that ensued between Sally and her mother, Donna (in Spirit) on Sally’s computer. Ellipses (…) represent comments personal to Sally that I removed.

April 2, 2015 – 3:18am 

Sally: OK, here’s some weird stuff. I feel like Mom is channeling through this computer to me. I feel like she is keeping me from falling asleep. She is trying to tell me…

Mom: I love you all so much. I know you did your best for me. I tried to do my best for every one of you, but I had to go. Take care of Tom (Sally’s brother). … You and I said that we would try to contact each other once I was dead, so this is what I’m trying to do. I am happy. My soul is happy, but I’m trying to do what I can for all of you. Just take care of Tom. You will know how to do it when you have a question, because I will speak to your soul. I love you all.

Sally: What else can I do mom? What should I do?

Mom: Know that I am watching you, all of you. Don’t fight. Keep everyone together. Know that I am here. I love all the grandkids, every one of them the same. Help them all, trust your instincts.

Sally: Mom, help me give you the best eulogy I can.

Mom: I will and you can do it well. You can be a writer if you really want to be. I am with you. I will help you.

Sally: What was it like to die?

Mom It was weird. I went on a journey through a tunnel. I am on The Other Side but I can try to communicate with you once in a while, if you are hearing me. And you are hearing me, Sally. Sally, you wanted me to try and communicate with you, so I am.

I am excited to go to the next step. It is so great not to hurt anymore. I hurt more than I told any of you I did. 

I am not your mother anymore. It is wonderful here. It is wonderful where I am going. I’m still not all there yet.

Sally: Can I go to sleep now? What else do you want to say?

Mom: Just that you should do your best by everyone. Don’t forget. Now go to sleep.

Did you just say, “Wow”? Because that’s what I said when I read it. It’s a fabulously clear communication filled with love — and it provides us a rare insight into what happens to a Loved One after so-called death.

There are many lines of communication from Donna that support, in surprisingly candid terms, much of my own work as a medium and Life-Between-Lives hypnotherapist, reaffirming the work of Dr. Michael Newton, as shared in my favorite metaphysical book, Destiny of Souls.

So, let’s break this conversation down a little bit, and see what Donna is really saying.

On Spirit Communications

“You and I said that we would try to contact each other once I was dead, so this is what I’m trying to do.”

“You will know how to do it when you have a question, because I will speak to your soul.”

“I am on The Other Side but I can try to communicate with you once in a while, if you are hearing me. And you are hearing me, Sally.”

Contrary to the premise of the once popular TV show, Ghost Whisperer, where Spirits finally cross over to The Other Side never to be heard from again, this message from Donna makes clear that our Loved Ones in Spirit are as near as we need them to be, for as long as we need them to be. In truth, our Loved Ones speak to us often in response to our needs or prayers. All we have to do is to find the quiet within and listen when they speak to our souls.

Did you notice the time? 3:18am. Spirit is most active between 2am and 4am,when the ambient noise and Earth energy is at a low, so it’s not surprising that Donna chose this time to communicate. Meditating in quiet and calm nature settings may also bring you the same ease of communication.

On Spirit Presence

Know that I am watching you, all of you…Know that I am here.”

When we call on our Loved Ones, when we grieve them or just think of them, they are immediately at our sides with love and support for all we do.  Have you ever experienced the sudden shift in emotion when you think of a Loved One? One moment you’re fine, and the next you’re crying, and you say to yourself, “Where did that come from?” It’s the energy of pure love that those in Spirit share with you when they are close – it opens and softens our hearts, and tears often follow.

Now, there is what mediums refer to as a “black-out” period, which extends somewhere between 2 weeks after one’s passing to as long as 6 months, when the Spirit is less communicative. Why? Because they are busy reintegrating their current life soul-energy into the whole of their soul, and moving through life review and reflection with their Spirit Guides and counselors. Don’t be dismayed; he or she will be back and around as soon as their own energy is whole and healed again. When they come back, however, they will be communicating with you from the a much higher perspective, and undoubtedly with greater knowledge of your soul’s goals in this lifetime. The personality may persist, but the level of spiritual awareness and light energy is significantly heightened.

On Spirit Support

“You can be a writer if you really want to be. I am with you. I will help you.”

All we need to do is ask for our Loved Ones to help us, and to be very specific with our requests. They happily volunteer their time and work in tandem with our band of Spirit Guides for our benefit. All those synchronicities that happen to you…give thanks and gratitude to your Loved Ones and Spirit Guides for lighting your way!

On the Process of Passing into Spirit

“It was weird. I went on a journey through a tunnel. I am on The Other Side… I am excited to go to the next step. It is so great not to hurt anymore.

Donna, as all souls, went through the tunnel of light to The Other Side. The next step she refers to is the reintegration of her current life energy and personality with her Oversoul or Higher Self, the greater part of her energy body that always resides in the realm of Spirit.


Donna holds Sally in this 1962 family photo. Sister Sue and their father hold baby Tom.


She comments on the physical pain being gone, now that she’s out of the body, which served as the vehicle for her Spirit while on Earth. Donna chose the family she would be born into, her husband, her children – all prior to this life. They would provide her the opportunities she sought for spiritual growth.

On Soul Re-integration

“I am not your mother anymore. It is wonderful here. It is wonderful where I am going. I’m still not all there yet.”

I was especially excited to see this concept shared by Donna. It’s another reference to Donna reintegrating with her Oversoul – the larger and complete soul that recalls all lifetimes lived, including time lived on The Other Side. Since it had been several weeks since Donna passed, she was already mid-process and therefore cognizant of this fact as she speaks to Sally. Donna clarifies that she “is still not all there yet” meaning, the re-integration is not yet complete, but she shares with Sally that it’s a wonderful process and place to be.



Donna would be known on The Other Side by her soul name. That said, the love she feels for Sally and her other children in this lifetime does not reduce, but rather grows as she goes through her transition. Mostly likely, Donna and Sally lived many lifetimes together, and have loved each other through their various roles, relationships and experiences. We don’t choose our family members lightly prior to birth;  there’s history and deep abiding love developed for other souls through millenia. We enter into Sacred Contracts with these souls to play various roles in our Earthly lives, roles that help each member learn and grow spiritually. Donna is now again privy to all this hidden knowledge.

Donna’s State of Being

Just look at the various adjectives Donna uses to describe her current experience of transition: happy, excited, wonderful, great.

Joyful, indeed! 

Sally’s State of Being

I asked Sally if she remembered typing the document. She replied, “I remember opening a blank Word doc, then started typing. I only remember writing the first entry, then I was suddenly SO tired. I do recall typing, ‘Can I go to sleep now?’ Then I closed the computer and fell into a really deep sleep. Not until I opened my computer the next day, did I remember I’d had this experience. Usually I have my computer on the dresser, but that night I had it on the floor before I went to bed.”

Best guess? Donna had a hand in guiding Sally’s decisions before bed and keeping the computer nearby — all so that Sally would stay in a semi-conscious state while typing. The simple action of Sally getting out of bed to get her computer from the dresser could have brought her too close to full conscious awakening and thereby less effective as a Spirit channel.

“It was the only thing that kept me going.”

In the initial email from Sally, she spoke of the role her mother’s communication played in her own healing process:

I would read the message over and over. It was the only thing that kept me going. I don’t even know why it kept me going, but it did.

Sally keeps a copy of the channeled dialog with her mother on her phone and pulls it up whenever she needs a little  extra dose of the strength and inner peace it brings. Works every time.

There haven’t been any more late-night chats with Donna, but I won’t be too surprised to hear from Sally that Donna has come through again. When I was home for a family Christmas last month, Sally and I finally sat for a reading. In the reading, Donna came through and offered some suggestions on various means of more conscious communication. I’ll let Sally share any updates in the comments section below.


Sally and Donna

Granddog Rainy knew…

On the last day that Rainy, the granddog, would see Donna, he refused to leave Donna’s side. And much to the amusement of all, he insisted on sitting very close to her on the sofa, protecting her. Did he know Donna was headed for a fall? Perhaps. Our animals have a second sight that goes beyond the average human, and Rainy is clearly no exception.


In closing

Despite the “sink or swim” string of events of early 2015 (of which Donna’s passing was just one), I am happy to report that Sally has swum to shore and has found firm footing once again.

Sally, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your story with me and my friends around the globe. It is filled with love and hope and strength for us all. And it reminds us that there is no death, only a transition to a “wonderful” place, where our lives continue with great purpose.

Love and light to you all, my friends~







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Greetings, my friends!

If you read my last post, you’ll recall that I’ve been on the move, literally, in recent months. In mid January 2014, I sold my house on the North Shore

Farewell, Kings Beach!

Farewell, Kings Beach!

of Massachusetts, stored most of my belongings, shared tearful goodbyes with dear friends, and set out on a 5-day trek to Minnesota with my sister Connie and Jack, the cat.

I left a good life behind; there’s no doubt about that. It was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve made in this lifetime for so many reasons, but my soul was demanding change. My life plan clearly included a shift in

Our final meal in Massachusetts was in a restaurant that held a significant message for us.

Our final meal in Massachusetts was in a restaurant that held a significant message for us.

circumstance and focus at this point in my journey, and until I yielded to that demand, inner tension and turmoil would be ever present. [Side note: If this resonates with you, this post may be calling for you to do some reflecting on change in your life.]

Hello, Minnesota.

Now, spending the winter in my home state of Minnesota wasn’t exactly what I had in mind  late last summer when I finally set the wheels in motion for irrevocable change. I mean, who goes to Minnesota for the winter? Right? Nonetheless, Connie’s generous offer for me to stay with her for a while at her lovely home  in central Minnesota is enabling me to focus on those things that I’m truly passionate about, i.e., my long-neglected writing projects and my spiritual work. And of course, there’s the significant bonus of being close to family and many long-time friends, offering up the opportunity to reconnect at a more leisurely pace than the quick holiday visits of the past.

Home on a Minnesota Lake

My new waterview

As major transitions go, I’ve been blessed, really. Some days I still wake up and am surprised to find myself here in rural Minnesota. As I trace back through all the things that happened (or didn’t)  in the past year to bring me to this place, to this moment in time, to my sister’s side, I can only describe it as synchronistically spectacular and I’m pretty sure that it’s just the beginning.

Finding my balance in the present moment

This is the first time in many years that I have been without the responsibilities that go with home ownership, a stressful job, tenants. It has taken some time to quiet the constant and discordant hum of “gotta do’s” that vibrate through my mind and body. With each loose end tied up and each life-demand addressed and put to rest, the hum fades further, and quiet seeps in. I feel my consciousness shifting into a much greater awareness of the present moment. And here’s the best part: it’s in this quiet, centered state where our true potential can develop and shine.

Here are a few of my observations over the past weeks:

  • My physical balance is restored! When practicing yoga in the past year, my balance postures had gotten so bad, that standing on one leg had become downright impossible. I’d be hopping left, right, forward, backward, seeking a balance I simply could not conjure. Now, however, an oak tree would be envious of my tree pose! This simple example reminds us that our physical balance is an authentic reflection of our emotional state. Our bodies are always speaking to us, alerting us to lifestyle and relationship imbalances and asking for positive change toward a healthy mind, body and spirit. Are you paying attention? Is your body trying to reach you?
  • My psychic connections are getting stronger. I pick up mind-to-mind communications more readily than before. People I think about call or write me within hours. I’m experimenting with sending out thoughts to others to see if they pick up my messages. So, if I suddenly pop into your mind, I might just be trying to reach you!
  • My connection to Spirit is enhanced. Physical phenomenon is increasing in frequency and mental clarity is improving. I’ll share more about this next week, when I tell you about my sister Laura’s recent visit (from Spirit, that is).
  • My dreams are very vivid, and I’m remembering them better. They are complex and kinda crazy, but hold messages that are making sense to me.

So, yes, it was a big move in more ways than I can count, but I’m enjoying the journey—back to the place of my childhood, back to family and old friends, back to the seat of my soul.

The Meditation and Reading Room

The Meditation and Reading Room

I’m ready

To all those who sought me out during this period of transition, thank you for your patience! I’m ready to be of service once again. If you’re not in the Alexandria MN area, phone readings work very well. As a medium, I work through your voice vibration to connect with you and with Spirit. I also have Skype on DSL and it seems to be pretty stable, so if you have a strong connection and we can avoid peak hours, I’m willing to give it a go. We can always fall back to phone if needed.

For readings and hypnosis: Please see my services page to begin the appointment process. Once you decide what type of reading or service, please complete the form on the Appointments page. Payment can be made online, in advance.

Groups: If you have a group of friends and/or family that are interested in readings and would like to host a party, please contact me. Likewise, if you are involved with an organization or business that would like to host a day-long or weekend metaphysical workshop, drop me an email or call (978-317-4076) and let’s chat about it.

Meet me at the Lifestyles Expo!

The closest major city to my new home is Alexandria, a charming town of

Stop by and introduce yourself!

Stop by and introduce yourself!

almost 12,000 people, surrounded by a chain of beautiful lakes. To introduce myself to the community, I’ll be participating in the Lifestyles Expo sponsored and organized by the Echo Press in Alexandria. If you’re nearby, please come by my booth – I’d love to meet you!  Over 50 vendors are participating, so it should be fun.

There’s no website up about it (yet, at least), but here’s the info:

When: Saturday, March 29th, 10am – 4:00pm
Where: at the Viking Plaza Mall: 3015 State Highway 29, Alexandria, MN 56308 / (320) 763-9570

Earth Day Raffle: win a free reading

FFF-MCP-Series-sealThe Forever Family Foundation, the New York organization which first certified me as a Spirit Medium, is offering an Earth Day raffle for free readings from five different mediums, and yours truly is one of them. The raffle will be held on April 22, 2014 and $5 buys you a chance. Check it out! I’m looking forward to meeting the person who wins a reading from me–could it be you?

I plan to dedicate a separate post soon to this amazing organization, but let me offer a brief introduction. Borrowing from their website, the organization’s goal is “to further the understanding of Afterlife Science through research and education while providing support and healing for people in grief.” Afterlife science is defined as: “The study of phenomena associated with survival of consciousness after death; including near death experiences, after death communications, life after life (death), and reincarnation.”

The work of Forever Family Foundation is admirable in its scope, scientific integrity, and healing capacity, and I  am honored to be certified by them and involved with their organization. I encourage you all to spend some time on their website, tune into Signs of Life radio show, and consider becoming a member of their worthy organization.


I was first introduced to the full Sanskrit blessing of Namaste a few years ago. It struck a strong chord in me and I’d like to share it with you now:

“I honor the place in you where Spirit lives.
I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Truth, of Light, and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me,
then we are One.”

Namaste, my friends!

~In love and light, Renee

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2014: A Year of Looking Within

Happy New Year to all my friends and family around the globe!

2014 is certain to be a very special year ahead for all us. How do I know that? It’s all in the numbers. I was first introduced to numerology many years ago by Nancy Strickland, my mediumship teacher and mentor, and have been fascinated by the accuracy of the predictions and analysis of events, from the micro personal to the macro global.

When I sat down tonight to write a quick post before heading to First Night Boston, I added up the numbers of the year ahead and for the first time realized that 2014 is a “seven year” (add up the digits in 2014, as in 2+0+1+4 = 7) Wonderful!

Seven is a highly spiritual number and has played a role in most major religions and belief systems around the world for thousands of years. Now, I’m admittedly a numerology novice, so I sought the expert analysis, and they didn’t disappoint. Let me share with you, what I found on USA Today:

According to numerologist Marcy Heller, 2014 is  a “seven year” and will be a year of introspection. “Seven is the most sacred and spiritual number,” she said. “This number is calling for us to go within as opposed to keep looking for things in the outside world to make us happy.”  She added that many of us will “shake off our materialistic ways.”

Dan Hardt, president of the Life Path Numerology Center in Indianapolis, also described 2014 as a year of “looking into our inner selves.” You can read more about his predictions for the US as a whole in the same article.

I don’t know about you, but as I reflect on where I am in my life right now…it makes perfect sense. I’m presently selling my house of 12 years and more than half of my worldly possessions, and in the matter of weeks, heading into a life with a very fuzzy outline beyond the next few months.

The North Shore of Massachusetts has been my true spiritual home for over a decade. It’s where I was introduced to those who would be my teachers and where I honed my abilities as a medium. It’s been a time of study, learning, practice, and deep personal and spiritual development. And now, after some prodding from the Universe, it appears to be time to take my learning and my gift as a medium, hypnotherapist and teacher on the road, literally!

As one of my former teachers, Rev. Leo Rogers, likes to say, “Just follow the energy.” And that, my friends is what I’ll be doing in 2014: reflecting on my life, following the energy to my next home, and sharing all I can with those who seek me out.

My wish for you all is this: a year of easy introspection, guiding insights, and positive steps in your own personal journey. And may the love of friends, family and Spirit light your way.

With love and light,
PS: I will be moving to Minnesota and in transit from Jan. 21-February 2nd. If you contact me for a reading, I’ll do my best to get back to you in a timely fashion, but bear with me!

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It doesn’t matter how many years one practices as a medium, the experience of bringing through evidential messages, and the healing that follows are always awe-inspiring and deeply humbling. But even so, every so often, there is a reading and related spirit phenomena that stand out from the rest, teaching us and reminding us that we’ve only just begun to understand the potential of  Spirit communication.

Waking up


Wake up to the reality of it.

Through the medium of Spirit Communication, we come to the understanding that life is continuous and our souls immortal.  We also come to the realization that communication through the veil—that dimensional split between Earth plane and The Other Side—is not only possible, but happens every minute of every day, if only we wake up to the reality of it.

I’m not talking just about those of us who have chosen the path of the Medium. I’m talking about you; indeed, about every person on this planet.  Spirit is continuously, consistently, and tirelessly working with us, communicating with us, in one way or another – whether just to say “Hey, I love you and I’m here for you!”  or via energetic promptings that we feel in our gut or in our heart to guide us in our journey here on Earth.

The truth is, you don’t need a Medium to know that Spirit is with you. You have the ability right now to receive communications, but you may need a system and an implicit agreement with those in Spirit for it to be recognizable as such. Now that I am aware of this reality, I think of the decades of my life during which my Loved Ones in Spirit must have tried to communicate with me but to no avail. I never doubted they were alive on The Other Side, and I took for granted that they could hear me when I spoke to them in my nightly prayers, but I never once considered that they could be communicating back with me. Now, it’s a matter of course that I see evidence of their communications, but I needed a clear system, with some agreed-upon rules.

To illustrate what I mean by this type of communication, I’m going to tell you a story that began with recent reading for a woman named Gail. However, of greatest significance in this story is the amazing outcome and solace that came mostly from what happened after the reading.  You see, the reading became in part, merely a means by which an agreement for further communication could be set forth between mother and son.

Gail has given me her permission to share this truly remarkable story, for the powerful lesson it holds for us all.

The Story of Bobby and Gail

The story begins on September 30th of this year, with the following email from a woman named Kay: “My sister Gail tragically and suddenly lost her only son this week and, as you can imagine, is inconsolable. He was just found dead and we do not know if it was accidental, suicide or other. They were very close and she cannot imagine he would not say goodbye. We just had the services yesterday. Would it be too soon to get any message from him as to what happened or anything else that would give my sister peace? Gail is here in Southern California, Simi Valley, for a few more weeks and could speak with you by phone as early as today. They normally live in Turkey.”

The email took my breath away – how well I understood the sudden loss, the crippling heartache, the need for answers, the quest for the truth, proof that a Loved One in Spirit is okay.

I connected with Gail via email. She said that she just wanted to know what happened and to try to connect with her son. She also shared 3 pieces of information: Her son’s name was Bobby, he was just 30 years old, and was living with bi-polar disorder, a fact she felt might be relevant to his passing.

I explained to Gail that I could not guarantee that Bobby would be ready to come through in a reading, but that I would do what I could to bring her answers if not from him directly, then from other Loved Ones in Spirit. She understood and agreed to the reading, so we set it up for a few days later.

October 2:  The Reading

Bobby and Gail

Bobby and his mother, Gail

It turns out that my standard disclaimer was not necessary, for Bobby came in very easily and clearly the moment I invited Spirit to come close and work with me. He explained what happened to bring about his death with clarity and specificity, how one thing led to another, all out of his control, and undetectable until too late. Gail understood and accepted the explanation. Bobby did go further and explain however, that “cause of death” aside, it was his chosen time to pass, and he took the opportunity as it came to him. He asked me to explain to his mother how pre-life planning works, and how we chose not only our birth, our body, our family and significant relationships, but also the means and time of our passing. Gail was familiar with the concept, and again accepted this information.


Bobby brings a yellow rose to strengthen and heal Gail’s 3rd chakra

Next, Bobby presented her with a yellow rose. In my mind’s eye, I could see Bobby: he was sitting to his mother’s right, facing the side of her body, and whispering into her ear (something she later told me he would often do on the Earth plane). As he did so, he held the yellow rose to her solar plexus, or 3rd Chakra, a point just a few inches above the belly button. The solar plexus is the energetic center for our sense of self, our self-identity, our personal life force or power center—and is represented and empowered by the color yellow, like the sun. Bobby said that with his passing, her identity as a mother had taken a big hit, and he was there to soothe the blow, to help her to know that she is and will always be – in this lifetime, his mother. He talked quite a bit about energy balancing and clearing – as it was a significant theme in his life, always striving to balance his bipolar disorder, and stressed the importance of his mother’s own life force being balanced as well. He urged her to take care of herself.

Toward the end of the reading, I asked if she had any further questions for Bobby, to which she responded with a crack in her voice, “But how will I know for sure he’s ok? I feel him at times, but how will I know he’s with me?” To this, Bobby showed me two things: the number 4 and again, the yellow rose. I shared this with Gail, saying that the number “4” is the number I ask my Loved Ones in Spirit to show me as a reminder of their presence and support, so she could choose another number if she wanted. Her reply was, “Actually, the number 4 is my favorite number and Bobby knows that.” Bobby repeated that yellow roses would also be a theme of communication, and so I asked her to watch for them. So there it was – the number 4 and yellow roses – we now had a system by which Bobby would make himself known. Gail still expressed some doubts about the yellow rose, not recognizing any significant link to her or to Bobby. I said, “Just watch for the yellow roses; you’ll begin to see them. He’s offering the power of yellow to strengthen you and calm you as well.”

Bobby works the system

It was time to close the reading and we said our good byes. I asked her to stay in touch and if any significant validations of the information from the reading came up or signs of communication from Bobby, I would love to hear about them. Unexpectedly however, the message validation began with me! As soon as I hung up, I looked at my iPhone: it was 1:44pm and there was 44% battery remaining. So, Bobby was already using his 4’s!  I sent off a quick text to Gail to let her know.

Yep, I really do wear this apron.

Yep, I really do wear this apron.

Two hour later, while working on house renovations, I was wearing my handy cloth tool apron. I put my hand into the apron pocket looking for a pencil, and pulled out a business card from a contractor I had met at the Home Depot a few days prior. I looked at it briefly and was about to throw it away, when the email caught my eye: gforce444@gm–l.com

Not one, not two, but three 4’s! There are also two G’s for Gail, and remember the discussion around life force balancing? gforce444. Beautiful.  So, I shot another text to Gail to let her know.

Gail’s response was, “Wow – he’s really workin’ it. That’s my boy!” The lightness in her tone made my heart skip just a bit.

“C’mon Bobby – let’s keep it coming!” I said aloud. And he did.

4 yellow paper

The 4 on the right was found face down in my foyer. The number cards on the left were upstairs in my office.

That same day, around 6pm, I walked into my front foyer (which I had just cleaned earlier in the day) and saw a bright yellow piece of paper about 4 inches square face down on the carpet. I picked it up, turned it over and the only thing printed on it was a 4. Ha! Bobby again. I assumed that it was from a stack of numbers I had prepared for a mediumship event I had run a few weeks prior, and I looked about for the folder in which the numbered papers were held. It was nowhere to be seen. I later found the folder in a bag in my office upstairs. Furthermore, when I checked the folder, the size of the numbers and the paper were different; there were no small numbers or paper of this size. There seemed to be no other explanation than Bobby.

So – wow! All that in an afternoon. Yes, in his mother’s words, Bobby was definitely workin’ it! When I shared with Gail this latest piece of communication from Bobby, I asked her again about the yellow roses. “Does yellow and/or yellow roses have any other significance for you beyond the chakra strengthening Bobby spoke of?”

She replied, “Unfortunately, there is nothing about the color yellow or a rose that means anything to us, but please continue to share with me whatever he shares with you. It brings happiness to my heart.”

October 6:  So there they are!


Photo of Bobby at the Celebration of Life

A few days later, Gail’s email held the missing piece of evidence. “Looking at some pictures of Bobby’s Celebration of Life, I realized that the flowers that I picked out for his picture were all yellow or yellow roses. Just thought I would share that.” She sent a picture of the large display photo of Bobby, surrounded by yellow roses – and I could see such light in his smile and eyes. It’s no wonder he comes through so easily.

October 12:  “Hey Mom, just calling to say I love you.”

A week later, and the story just keeps getting better. Gail wrote, “Firstly, the address of the mortuary we used for Bobby is 4444 Cochran Street! Amazing, right? Secondly, I haven’t been sleeping well. I stay up all night reading whatever I can about life after death and grieving, etc. Two nights ago I was talking to Bobby, and I said that I just wanted to hear his voice again. I wanted to hear him tell me he loved me one more time. I was lying on my couch just looking at the TV but not really seeing it and a thought popped into my head to check my deleted messages on my phone. I did and I found 4 (!) different voice mails from him all telling me ‘Hey Mom…just calling to say I love you!'” Gail went on, “I was in the best mood all day and had the best night’s sleep since I learned of his passing.” 

There are truly no words…

October 14:  I Love to Tell His Story

Gail wrote, “I received another sign from Bobby yesterday at church. At our church, they have a film screen where they project the opening song. It shows the page number and name of the song. Yesterday’s song was Road to Zion, pg 177. Kevin and I opened our book when all of a sudden, we looked up and the Pastor changed the song to I love to tell his story on pg 444. Can you believe it! I cried with joy…my boy is letting me know he is ok.”

October 29:  Bobby lights up Gail’s life

"The flashlight on my iPhone suddenly went on!"

“My iPhone was sitting on the table and the flashlight  just turned on.”

Last week, when I checked in with Gail, now in Turkey, she had one more episode in her story to share: “Yesterday was a very hard day for me. Kevin and I went out to have a drink and to just get out of the house. We were sitting outside; it was about 5:15 pm. It gets dark here very early. Anyway, my iPhone was sitting on the table and the flashlight just turned on. It took me five minutes to find out how to turn it off because I have never used it…about 10 min later it came on again. I think it was Bobby. Like I said, it was a very hard day. I thought I was losing my mind until I got that sign.”

Oh yeah.  If you haven’t realized it yet, Spirit is pretty good with electronic devices. Bobby clearly knew his mother needed a big boost and brought some lightness to her heart—literally. I have no doubt that Bobby will continue to communicate regularly throughout his mother’s life, for she is wide awake to the reality of it.

Bobby’s 30th birthday with Gail in Turkey

I hope you were able to take some comfort in this moving story of young Bobby and his mother, Gail. It is through experiences like this, that we are reminded of the extraordinary power that resides within this very personal gift of Spirit communication—the power to bring about acceptance and hope, to heal our broken hearts, to replace grief and sadness with heartwarming and uplifting comfort and joy, to shift from a sense of loss, to one of knowing that death is but a transition, and that life and love are eternal.

Gail shared this song, Dancing in the Sky, that was played at Bobby’s Celebration of Life ceremony. Lovely…

What will be your system?

If you want to become more aware of communications from your Loved Ones in Spirit, it’s simple. Take a quiet moment alone, speak aloud to your Loved Ones, envision them in love and joy, and suggest a means by which they demonstrate their presence and support in your life. It could be numbers, colors, songs, flowers, coins, birds, or some combination of things – whatever holds significance for you and them. And then just open your eyes and hold your heart in a state of positive loving expectation. Trust me, they’ll be there and will be so excited to reveal their presence in your life. And if you already have a system of communication that works—and many of you do—share it with us in the comments section below!

In love and light ~ Renee

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Greetings my friends,

I have often said that Spirit is around us more when we are in states of change and/or in need of guidance along our paths. Spirit hears our questions and our pleas, and will do all they can to help us—assuming that

Which path?

Which path?

what we are asking for is in our highest good and in [reasonable] alignment with the life plan we set in motion upon birth into this lifetime. Why do I say “reasonable”? Because we do have Free Will and may exercise it at any time. Sometimes we simply take a roundabout way to get to where we are going, and Spirit understands that. That said, if our fears are consistently driving us off track, Spirit will step in and help guide us through a variety of means.

At present, some pretty big decisions are ahead of me, and I’ve been uncertain about which path or paths to choose. Through the past few months, I’ve appealed to Spirit in my prayers at night.  I’ve spoken to them while commuting to work in the morning. I mutter to them throughout the day, whenever I get a moment to reflect (and no one is around to label me crazy. Uh hem!)  The result? Well…some pretty interesting things have been happening to tell me they are not only hearing me, but are fully participating in my decision-making process. It’s not often these things happen to me, so it’s fun to share.

foam bolster

“My bolster!? How did that get here?”

The case of the moving bolster: Last Wednesday, in the wee hours of the morning, I got up from my bed to get a drink of water. When I returned, something long and dark was lying right where I had been lying minutes before. It was too dark to distinguish it, but (oddly) I wasn’t afraid of it, either. I reached out and touched it, and immediately identified the three-foot long foam bolster that had been leaning against my headboard before I left the room.  My reaction, of course, was to mumble, “My bolster!? How did that get here?” There was no one else in the room, and the bolster is simply too large for my cat Jack to pull it around. It was then that I realized that it had to be Spirit, but I didn’t understand the point of it and was too tired to figure it out, so I just moved it out of the way, crawled back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I reflected on this curious event over the next few days, and then it hit me. Bolster! They were communicating the verb form, not the noun, as in Spirit is bolstering my energy, self-confidence, determination–whatever it is that I need to make the right decisions. It’s the same way Spirit communicates with me mediumistically: objects or symbols are often used to lead me to a related meaning. Remember my story of the young boy in Spirit who came through all dressed up like a Leprechaun? He was prompting me to say “St. Patrick’s Day” because his name was…you guessed it…Patrick!  Well, this little prank was just another example of creative “Spirit speak.”

Merle's brown shoesThe man in the brown shoes. A few nights after the bolster incident, I woke up again in the middle of the night, and padded to the bathroom and back. As I was just settling back into bed and about to close my eyes, I saw a (Spirit) man from the knees down about a foot away from my bed. He was wearing brown shoes and brown slacks. I knew without a doubt it was my brother, Merle, and in my sleepy state, all I could say was, “Oh hi, Merle…” I felt happy and comforted by his presence, but too tired to engage further, so I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. For those of you new to my blog, my brother Merle died in a motorcycle accident in 1971 at the age of 14. He was older than me by a year, and has been my guide and protector my entire life, first on the Earth Plane and since his passing, from The Other Side.

So why did Merle make himself known in such a way? To tell me that he

My brother, Merle

My brother, Merle

hears me, that he is beside me, helping me, offering his energy in my decision-making process. But why just his feet, you ask? Good question. I wondered the same. I believe the message is also one of “grounding.” To ground oneself is to calm the mind, to breathe, to even out one’s emotions, to remember again what is true for oneself. I was feeling stressed and unable to think clearly about my direction; I needed to find my ground again.

You see, in recent weeks, I had been passively moving down a path that my fearful mind was allowing, but my intuitive self was railing against. I was doing so mostly because a better path had not revealed itself, and I was letting my (financial) fears get the best of me. Sound familiar? Finally however, the voice inside saying, “Don’t do it,” got so loud that I’m pretty sure there was an entire Spirit chorus chiming in. So, I got off the path. Within minutes of communicating my decision to the relevant person, I knew it was the right move. A burden was lifted, my stomach relaxed, my body felt lighter, my heart happier. It was that simple.

Fear of the unknown is a tremendous motivator to take a false turn, to make an unhealthy decision, to remove yourself from your true life path. I know this, and yet, I still needed Spirit’s help, for fear is a crazy-powerful thing. And when you pursue a path out of fear, rather than because it’s the right one, you feel stuff. You know what I’m talking about, right? The knot in your belly? The spinning thoughts? The rising anxiety? Racing heart? All of these sensations are Spirit and your own Higher Self communicating with you—demanding your attention and encouraging you to rethink, and change direction. If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t right. Start over.

So, the very next day…a new path with exciting potential was revealed to me in the most unexpected of ways, in an impromptu meeting and from the most unexpected source.  I am reminded that if I open myself to the unknown without fear and simply trust the Universe, the positive energy generated from being true to myself draws directly to me what I need at that point in time. Yes, it’s really that simple…but sometimes, oh, so hard to do!

So the message here, my friends, is that when we ask for help from God, the Universe, the Angels, Spirit—whomever you pray or appeal to—they will work through us to amplify the thoughts or sensations that drive us to course correct if we stray too far. And if you need extra special encouragement, Spirit will send messages through moving bolsters and Spirit visits— assuming such a thing won’t freak you out. Spirit can be very subtle as well, and work with you so seamlessly that you might not even be aware of it until you look back at all the coincidences and synchronicities that simply can’t be explained any other way!

An open heart and an open mind, and a little help from my loved ones in Spirit is a powerful formula for happiness, and for manifesting the life I’m meant to live. If you need help hearing Spirit, or understanding their messages, consider a Loved Ones and Guides reading with me. Spirit always has a lot to say; perhaps now is a good time to listen. See Services and Fees. to begin the scheduling process.

Do you have a story of a Spirit visit or physical phenomenon to share? How did it help you? Please use the comments below to tell your story!

~With love and light,
Renee Buck

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Today is Valentine’s Day—the day in which millions of people around the world celebrate love in all its glorious forms. My story today is about a romantic love that flourished through almost 60 years of marriage and the raising of a large family. It was a love so powerful that it conquered death; a love so true that it proved to a strident disbeliever that love does go on. This, my friends, is the story of the love between my mother Elva, and her husband—my father—Dennis.

My mother, Elva.

Mom on Valentine’s Day 1993

It was the fall of 2007, a few months after my mother had passed into Spirit, when she apparently decided it was high time to visit my father—then bedridden and severely depressed, suffering a slow death of his own from emphysema. It was a difficult time for all of us, learning to come to terms with the passing of the woman who was our sun—the center of our familial universe. But for my father, it was particularly trying, for when his beloved Elva died, his love of life passed with her.

Dad’s greatest fear was that his Elva was lost to him forever. Unlike my mother, whose faith in God and belief in the afterlife was unshakable, Dad openly questioned whether there was such a thing as life after death. And for years, he wasn’t just disbelieving of Spirit communication, he was adamantly opposed to the idea of it. During the years I was developing as a Medium, I would regularly call home and share with him and my mother my amazing journey, and what I was learning about life on The Other Side. Dad’s reaction was often to hang up the phone on me, leaving my mother and I to recover from the obvious “click” of his receiver, and to continue our conversation. There was a time when my father stopped speaking to me altogether in protest of my continued exploration of Spirit communication. I felt sad that this amazing new experience was going unshared with him—especially since his own mother (my paternal grandmother), Irene, was very actively communicating through other mediums to me and my family. And

Christmas 1964

Christmas 1964

of course, his two children, Susan and Merle, who’d been in Spirit for decades, came through regularly with highly evidential messages filled with love, healing, and support for him. Why wouldn’t he want to hear these messages, I wondered. Maybe one day, I told myself, he would come to accept, and to believe, and in doing so, to release his fears of death.

When my mother was alive, I’d call my parents in Minnesota several times a week on my way home from work in Boston. We’d chat for the 45 minutes it took me to get home, covering every topic you can imagine; it was our time to be together. After Mom passed, I continued the tradition with Dad, and found that in my conversations with him, he had softened his position on Spirit communication. He allowed me to share with him messages from Elva received via other Mediums. He didn’t say too much about the messages, but he listened. He seemed more open to the possibility, and I sensed that he wanted to believe.  What was still required for him to really believe, however, is what most people need to believe—a personal experience.

And Mom knew that, too.

I’m going to let my sister, Connie, tell the rest of the story, because she was there, and I love how she tells it.

My sister, Connie.

My sister, Connie

Connie: It was about 10:00am and I was in the kitchen when I heard Dad call out from the bedroom, “Connie! Connie, come here! Connie!”

I ran down the hallway to see what was wrong, because Dad couldn’t move around very easily on his own. He was in bed, leaning up against the headboard, his eyes large and wild.

“Dad! What? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” I said, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

“Mom!”  he sputtered. “Mom was here!”

“What? Mom? Dad, Mom’s not here. She died, remember?” I thought he was dreaming.

“No!” he insisted and pointed in my direction. “She was right there—just like you are!” His voice shook with emotion. “She…she came in the door and  smiled at me and said, ‘Hi Honey!’ and then she came over to the bed and leaned down and kissed me, and I yelled because she scared me, and then she was gone!” he said, still looking about the room, as if he might find her back again. 

I smiled. So, Mom made an appearance. Great. I went over and sat on the

Elva Buck

Elva Buck

bed with Dad. “I wish she’d appear to me like that, Dad,” I said. He just looked at me, still deeply shaken. “So, what did she look like?” I asked. I could tell Dad wanted to talk about it.

“Well, she was wearing a blue and white striped blouse, and white pants,” he began. “Her hair was all fixed up and she had lipstick on. She looked beautiful,” he smiled wistfully and his eyes became moist.

“That’s how I see her in my dreams, Dad,” I said. “She’s glowing from the inside out, hair and makeup just perfect.”

“Yes, she looked perfect,” he nodded. ”And I could feel her kiss. It scared the heck out of me!” he laughed, now that the shock was wearing off.

“You see, Dad? Spirits can visit us, and communicate with us—like Renee has been saying. Mom’s telling you that she’s alive and will be there for you when it’s your time. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Dad,” I said, hoping my words would comfort. Dad shook his head slowly, trying to let it sink in.

“Well, maybe it was all a dream, but it sure felt real,” he concluded, and lay slowly back against the pillows.

[Thanks, Connie!]

Over the last year of my father’s life, he would smile when we talked about “Mom’s visit.” He wasn’t ready to tell the story himself, but he wanted it told. He wanted to share the joy he felt in knowing his beautiful wife, Elva, wasn’t really gone. He liked to hear us say that she was around him, and would be waiting for him on The Other Side.

Dad became a kinder, gentler man in his final year with us, and I believe it had a lot to do with him relaxing into the inevitable. He’d been ill with emphysema for so many years and by that point had a poor quality of life on most days, struggling to breathe and needing help with the most basic of routines. Dad had lived for so long in fear of leaving Earth for the unknown, in fear of being apart from his Elva, but Mom’s surprising visit on that sunny October morning changed all that.

The following September, his health continuing to fail, Dad made up his mind. He called his family together and said, “That’s it. I’m done here. I’m leaving.”

“Uh…what do you mean, Dad? Where are you going?” asked my brother, Jim.

“It’s time to set up hospice,” Dad said.  “I want to be with my Elva.” He pointed to their 40th wedding anniversary photo on the wall of his bedroom.

Hospice was set up that day, and my father was reunited with our mother the next. It was that simple. Dad left us, secure in, and comforted by his own certainty that Mom would be there to take his hand at the moment of his passing, guiding him toward their continued life on The Other Side.

The last photo of Mom and Dad July 2007

The last photo of Mom and Dad together, July 2007

These days, on my way home from work, I still miss my phone calls with Mom and Dad, but I sense their presence, and see their smiling faces in my mind’s eye, side by side in Spirit. We choose each other in love before our lives on Earth, and we can choose to pass back into Spirit through the comfort of that same vital energy. Yes, true love does go on.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone! As always, if you have a story  of enduring love across the veil, please share in the comments below.

~In Love and Light, Renee  

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