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Hello my friends,

I have never before brought politics into this blog, but as I reflect on this past year, I felt there was benefit in sharing a personal story from election night, a year ago.

A destiny met…
November 8, 2016 is a day that will be forever etched into the memory of many of us. Donald Trump was elected President of the United States. And Hillary Clinton, despite having a popular lead of over 3 million votes, was not. The reasons for this are still being debated around the world, and I have had plenty to say about it, but again and again, I am reminded by Spirit that I was shown the reason on election night for Donald Trump’s “win”, and must trust that all is unfolding as it is meant to do. Yes, as hard as it is for me to say it, destiny played a significant role in the election of Donald Trump. He was indeed meant to be our president, and will ultimately serve to bring positive and long-needed change to our government.

The night of…
The slate of emotions I felt as the election results came in may sound familiar to the democrats among you: slight concern early in the night shifted to worry, then to fear, then to palpable anxiety, and ultimately to shock and crushing sadness with a healthy side of anger. When Hillary conceded, I cried. I wondered what would happen to our country in the hands of a man like Donald Trump, whose hateful rhetoric, predatory behavior, and sheer ignorance of history and key issues both stung and appalled. What would happen to all the people I loved who were of color? Of non-traditional gender identities? What of the immigrants and non-native English speakers? Those who are not Christians? Would the war on women’s rights get worse? What about healthcare? The poor?

My mind was reeling. How could this happen? Here, in America? In 2016? 

Honestly, I didn’t just cry. I sobbed–for all that had already happened, for all that was sure to come. I felt vulnerable, a witness to the rape of our strong beautiful country at the hands of hateful, corrupt, and powerful men. I felt suddenly a stranger in my own land: half of my country was happily complicit in allowing hate and greed and sexism and racism and xenophobia and corruption to find a place in the highest seat of the land. Complicit.

After Hillary’s concession speech, I turned off the election coverage and sat quietly, contemplating a reality I never anticipated. I closed my eyes, slid into meditation and made my heartbroken appeal. “Spirit, how could this happen? What ever could be the point?!”

Immediately, into my mind’s eye came a violent black tornado, spinning with filth and grime and debris. And as it grew and moved, it gathered even more to it, creating a wide swath of destruction. This tornado, Spirit made clear, represented our new government (how apt an analogy, in retrospect!). As I watched, a powerful light in the form of a great hand–the hand of God–dipped into the top of the tornado, and as the black cloud swirled, white fingers of light began to pierce the sides of the tornado, and I could see the refuse that was hiding inside. Once visible, it was cast out. In time, as the fingers of light continued combing through the blackness, the tornado government became more and more exposed, until it finally lost its power and ultimately disappeared.

My whole body sighed. “All right, Spirit. If this is about uncovering and dispelling darkness, I get it. I understand it and I accept it,” I said out loud. A pledge. But I knew in my heart, I would still be resisting the new administration every step of the way and with every fiber of my being. And so I have. And realize now, was meant to do.

The Women’s March – just the beginning

The fingers of light…
The Women’s March, held the day after the inauguration, was the first time after the election that my heart felt lighter. I was not alone. Millions of women and men around the world felt what I felt, and we would not be quiet about it. We could not be quiet. We would all resist. And…so we have. And were meant to do. For we all would be the fingers of light, the vehicles through which God–however you understand God–would work. Using our minds, using our voices, using our telephones, our petitions, our marches, our votes, we would carry the torch.

It’s been a long, sometimes painful, often frustrating year of reflection and resistance. But whenever I have felt especially disillusioned by the actions of our current administration, actions that chip away at what is truly good about this country, actions that hurt those I love and care about, actions that harm our environment, I take myself back to that moment of clarity, back to the Hand of God clearing the darkness from our governing bodies. I renew my trust in the process, and keep going.

Robert Mueller, Special Investigator

Today, a full year later, never could I have imagined the scope and scale of the corruption in our government, nor the force of that light which is just beginning to shine upon it. The Universe is indeed conspiring as it works through each one of us, and through the men and women in Central Intelligence, investigative journalism, political and environmental activism and education, the ACLU and like organizations. These combined forces of light are together rooting out greed and corruption and criminal activity on a scale never before seen in this country. It will take time, but I have no doubt that this destructive black tornado of a government will be fully laid bare and its power destroyed, paving the way for a new government built again on the core values of our country and guided by the laws and civil rights laid out in our constitution.

Results are already coming in…
Last month’s local and gubernatorial elections across the country saw democrats winning back seats, while women, minorities and members of the LGBTQ community made significant inroads in the fight toward equality and representation. Many of those running had never run for office before, but were energized and driven to seek office in efforts to maintain a fair and reasonable system of governance. And I am personally grateful to them all.

Beyond politics…
Explosive revelations of long hidden patterns of sexual assault and harassment by men in positions of power from Hollywood to Washington D.C. are being made by brave women and men across the country. This is most certainly a spillover reaction to our current president, and all a part of this country’s destiny.

It is ironic that the election of Donald Trump will ultimately advance our society, but not without every one of us doing our part. The election result was a destiny point, and only that. Working in the light of goodness, hand in hand with God, will raise our country up and out this long dark night.

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.


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Greetings, my friends!

psychic.photoIntroduction to Evidential Mediumship will be offered again, beginning Saturday January 20, meeting weekly and running for 8 weeks. If you’re in Los Angeles, this is your chance to begin the process of unfolding and developing your innate psychic and mediumistic abilities.  

In this class, you’ll learn to work with subtle body and Spirit energies for improved intuition and sensing. You’ll develop your ability to interpret metaphysical phenomenon and begin decoding communication from the world of Spirit via your 6 senses. You’ll experience excitement and a deep sense of purpose as you learn to make contact with Spirit entities in the Light, bringing comfort and healing for others through the application of evidential mediumship.

Dates & Times

  • Session 1 –  8 Saturdays from 1/20 – 3/10, 2018  10:30am-12:15pm
  • Session 2 – (if demand requires) 1/20 – 3/10, 2018  1:30pm – 3:15pm

Where: Just blocks from the Hollywood Bowl or Hollywood/Highland Red Line Metro stop. Specifics will be sent to registered students.

Learn more>>

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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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Hello, my friends!

I first published the following post in October 2011, but it continues to be the most popular post I’ve written with 3,940 views since then. Why? Because the often sudden and inexplicable appearance of marbles is apparently something Spirit is pretty good at manifesting for us Earthlings. I regularly receive emails asking if there’s a connection between marbles and Spirit, and if so, what does it mean? What is Spirit trying to communicate? To be honest, I don’t think there’s a single answer, but the phenomenon, when it happens to you is nothing short of miraculous.

I never associated marbles with Spirit until my brother Merle (in Spirit since 1971) brought me a “bowl of marbles.” You can read the amazing the story below. I wonder though, if each person’s experience with Spirit-delivered marbles isn’t unique, and is simply our Loved Ones in Spirit saying, “Hey, I’m here. I love you and I’m still with you.” It’s a nice thought, isn’t it?

If you have a Spirit-marbles story to share, please do so in the comments section below. If enough people share their stories of how, when and where they got their marbles, and what each person believes is the meaning…we might just find a thread of connection and understanding!

MESSAGES FROM MERLE (first posted in 2011)

I have so many fascinating examples of the ways in which Spirit communicates with us by manipulating physical objects, and today I’m going to share one of my all-time favorite experiences.

My brother in Spirit, Merle

My brother in Spirit, Merle Buck

A Message during Spirit Circle

On a December night in 2008, I was holding a Spirit Circle at my home, and received a message from Merle, my brother in Spirit, which proved to be quite significant—in physical terms! The Medium bringing the message was Phyllis Brown, a gifted medium who was familiar with my brother’s energy having “brought him through” before. After the evidential validation and I had acknowledged that she did indeed have contact with Merle, she proceeded.

“He’s showing me a bowl of marbles, and says you have them,” she said.

“Well, I don’t have any physical bowl of marbles, but we did play marbles often as children,” I offered.

At this, Phyllis shook her head. “It feels very physical, and I want to hand it to you—this bowl of marbles. Anyway, he’s adding that ‘You’re finally getting your marbles together…’” At this, everyone around the table snickered. I rolled my eyes—it was so Merle to phrase it that way.

“Well, that’s good to know!” I laughed.

“He’s saying that the marbles represent gathering insight, and making progress toward your goals, ” Phyllis went on. “He says, ‘It’s time to put the marbles to use for yourself.’”

“Ok,” I answered. I understood what he was getting at. “I will. Thank you, Merle.”

“Good, he’s satisfied that you understand. He’s finished and is stepping back. I leave you with his love and blessings,” she said, in the usual way of closing a message.

Interpreting the Message

After circle, I read back over my notes and reflected on the message. I knew that Merle was referring to my recent insights into my own personal physical healing. I was in the process of making a radical shift in my diet (to mostly alkaline foods) in hopes of healing an inflammatory condition I had developed a year prior and was having trouble getting under control. I had just read two very enlightening books: The Cure and The PH Miracle, and believed—now more than ever—that they held the prescription for good health. I was happy about Merle’s apparent validation of my direction, and thanked him again.

As it turns out, however… that wasn’t the end of Merle’s validation.

The (Amazing) Physical Validation

About a week after Phyllis brought me the message, I went down to the basement of my 110-year old Victorian home to do laundry.

The first marble

The first marble

There, in the middle of the laundry room carpet was a blue and white marble. I picked it up and studied it. It was definitely an antique marble. Where had it come from? I looked around but didn’t see any more. I stuck it in my pants pocket as I recalled the message from Merle and interpreted this as an exclamation point to his message. Although Merle had talked about a “bowl of marbles,” one was good enough for me.

The following week, again while doing laundry, I looked down and there in the middle of the carpet, in the very same spot, was a blue and white marble! I picked it up and examined it. It looked just like the one from the prior week. I recalled that last week I’d pocketed the marble but couldn’t recall what, if anything, I’d done with it. I had just thrown some jeans in the washer, so my logical mind told me that last week’s marble had probably just fallen out of my jeans moments before. So once again, I put the blue and white marble in my pocket, and continued with my day. A few hours later, while cleaning my bedroom, I spotted a blue and white marble on my dresser. ‘Wait…when did I put that there?’ I thought to myself.  I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the marble I’d found that morning. “Oh my gosh!” I said aloud to an empty room. “They’re not the same one. I now have two blue and white marbles!” I suddenly had goosebumps up and down my arms; I knew Merle was close and enjoying my reaction. Thank you, Merle…I hear ya, but how do you do that? I was so excited by my find. I called my friends and sisters to tell them about the marbles from Merle, and the message that preceded it.

But that still wasn’t the end of it.

A week or so later, I noticed some ceiling plaster had fallen in a dark corner of my basement, so I turned on some lights

They just kept appearing!

One by one…they just kept appearing

and got the shop-vac going. I had just begun, when I spotted something round and whitish shining through the pile of plaster dust. I picked it up and I dusted it off – well, what do you know! A beautiful white and clear swirled marble! Then, the very next day, again in the basement, my heel spun on something hard when I went to get paint, and it went spinning across the floor–this time a black marble with white swirls. Ha! Merle, you’re certainly having fun with this. I had a distinct feeling he wasn’t going to stop until I had a “bowl of marbles.” Sure enough, later that week, a large jade-colored marble appeared near a pile of floor tiles in my basement workshop room.

I flew to Minnesota for Christmas soon after that, and brought the five marbles with me to show family. It felt like a collective Christmas present from Merle, and we all felt blessed by this amazing display of Spirit communication.

When I returned to Massachusetts, I found that Merle had continued to be quite busy in my basement.



I had just boxed up my Christmas decorations, and was storing them back in the basement. When I turned around, I saw something that made me gasp. There on the countertop in the middle of the basement’s main room were five colorful marbles – one bright yellow and the rest shades of green. Now, one of the rules of

Spiritualist-style mediumship is to check all possible explanations before resorting to the mystical; we need our evidence to be irrefutable! I knew that one of my tenants, Chris, had been re-organizing his stored boxes earlier in the week in that very room, so I thought that perhaps he had found them and placed them on the counter. When I asked Chris and his apartment-mate where the marbles had been found, neither had ever seen them before. And no other human, besides the three of us, had been in my basement in months.

Let me note here that in alternative healing circles, green is considered a healing color. Also, our body is often represented by a house in mediumistic and dream symbology, and the “basement of our house” typically represents the lower chakras, or energy centers. It just so happens, that it was in the area of my second chakra that the most healing was needed. You see, Spirit never wastes an opportunity for symbolic connections, because these analogies stay with us longer.

So, in the end, five different rooms in my basement offered up one or more marbles. What’s more, I now have a bowl of marbles—ten in all—all shapes, all sizes, all gifts from my brother, Merle, in Spirit. In the photo below, you’ll see how each marble is unique and beautiful!

A “Bowl of Marbles” from my brother Merle

Parting Thoughts

It’s always fascinating to me when the message from Spirit is prophetic and when the validation is physical. Beyond the primary message, which in this case was for me to stay the course on my healing path, it tells us two things: that spirit can see into our futures—at least the most energetically probable path, and that they can manipulate the physical. Where Merle got the marbles from, I’ll never know. They look antique, like they would have belonged to the children who lived in my house a century ago, and maybe they did, but where were they? I have cleaned my basement end to end many times over the ten years I’ve lived here, and never, ever found a marble; nor have I since, I should add.  If I hadn’t gotten Merle’s message through Phyllis, I wouldn’t have understood what the marbles were all about–a physical reminder that our Loved Ones are there for us. I  would have simply filed it under “mysterious and inexplicable things that happen to me.” But because a medium  was able to deliver Merle’s message in words prior to the extraordinary appearance of the marbles, the mysterious became the mystical. Every day, when I walk through my dining room and I see my “bowl of marbles,” I think of Merle’s active participation and loving guidance in my life, and I am profoundly grateful for it.  And I am reminded to take good care of my body, i.e. to stick to my alkaline diet!

Response from Phyllis

When I shared the validation with Phyllis via email, she wrote back, “I always like feedback and I thank you for taking the time and effort to do so. Spirit lets you know that they are always with you in one way or another.  So, whatever we receive [as Mediums], no matter how simple it sounds, we give it out. It may not mean anything to us, but might make all the difference to the one receiving the message. And I’m glad to hear that you’ve got all your marbles!  Keep them in a bowl to remind you of Spirit. Renee, I remember that Spirit worked in the same manner before with you. It was with dimes, when you were in Boston with your nephew.” Yes…and that story can be found here.

Share your Story: Have you ever experienced the manifestation or teleportation* of physical objects by Spirit? If so, please share your experience using the comment box below. What did it mean to you? Who do you think was behind it, and what was the message?

With Love and Light ~ Renee Buck

*the transfer of matter from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them

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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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Hello my friends,

Last week I told you a story about my sister Laura, in Spirit, “swinging by” to say hello on the porch glider. If you missed the post, you can still catch up here.

This week, I’m going to share another story about what happened the following Sunday.  I know, right? Sunday, again. I’ve never noticed Sunday to be more active than any other day for Spirit activity. Perhaps I should pay more attention.

The mysterious name badge

The mysterious name badge

So, to be specific, this story takes place on Sunday, March 23rd. My sister Connie was gone for the weekend, and I was enjoying a leisurely day with Jack, my cat. I had just finished yoga in the sun drenched living room and was in a very smoothed-out mental space. I walked into the kitchen to get my water bottle, and there on the tile floor, just in front of the dishwasher was an embroidered name badge with the name J. Buck on it. Hmm…I have a brother named Jim Buck, but why would his name badge suddenly appear on the floor of Connie’s kitchen? Odd. I had been in the kitchen several times already that morning and it definitely had not been present earlier.

Now having been trained as a Spiritualist medium, I am obliged to take a scientific approach to possible Spirit activity, and do what I can to rule out all more conservative explanations before concluding that it was Spirit.  Spiritualists are all about proof and evidence of Spirit communication, if you didn’t know. So let me lay out the facts as I know them or learned them on that day, and you can draw your conclusions along with me. Fair enough?

  • First, I texted the photo above to my brother Jim to ask if he recognized this badge. I should note that Jim has never been to this house, but that doesn’t mean something of his couldn’t end up in at a sibling’s home, right? I also couldn’t recall a job that Jim might have had, or any club to which he may have belonged, for which he’d have worn such a badge. Regardless, I had to check. Jim responded to my text with, “It doesn’t look familiar.”  So, not Jim’s.
  • Next, I texted Connie the same photo to see if she had a clue. “No, have no idea. That is really strange,” she responded. Ok. So, also not Connie’s.
  • There was certainly the possibility that Jack—my ever-curious cat who leaves no nook and cranny unexplored—found it


    somewhere and deposited it where I discovered it. He’s always got his paws in something he shouldn’t, but if neither Connie nor Jim recognized it, where would Jack have found it? I should perhaps add that Jack is not particularly gentle with objects he finds, and this was one squeaky clean J.Buck name badge. Jack? I don’t think so…

So, if not Jim, Connie, or Jack…did I put it there unknowingly? I thought back over the hours that preceded the appearance of the name badge. I had gone shopping the day before and just that morning had swept the last empty grocery bags from the counter. Could the name badge have belonged to a grocery store worker and fallen into one of my bags? Yes, that’s possible. So, I dug out the bags I’d just tucked into the “bag of bags” (we all have them, right?). From the logo on the bags, which have no outlet stores in the area, I realized that these bags had come from Ron’s Warehouse, otherwise known around here as simply “Ron’s.” Now, Ron’s is a super fun store to poke around in because they buy large lots of unsold goods, and have something in every category of products at great prices. For my friends back East, think Building 19. Ron’s also accumulates and uses plastic bags from every possible retailer you can imagine. So that means that if the name badge came in a bag that came from Ron’s, it could feasibly have come from almost anywhere. Impossible to track. And I’m pretty sure the good folks at Ron’s don’t wear name badges.

And then, there’s that crazy coincidence of the name itself. I mean, what are the odds that someone from a store (who knows where) lost their brand new name badge with the same surname as mine, and the initial of my brother? P-r-e-t-t-y slim, that’s what they are.

So, that was as far as I could go with the information available to me. I suspected Spirit, but didn’t know yet who it was or why they would have brought this badge to me….until I smelled smoke, that is.

The clue

The clue

About 30 minutes after the appearance of the name badge, I was dissembling the coffee maker on the center island in the kitchen. I was standing literally inches from where I’d found the name badge. Just as I headed over to the sink with the coffee pot, I got a whiff of cigarette smoke. I knew there were no smokers around, but I guess it’s instinct to look about. Jack and I were alone and we don’t smoke. No smoker had probably ever been in the house in years, if ever. Did I imagine it, I wondered? Maybe. So, I went ahead and washed the coffee pot, shook it out and turned back around to put it back in the coffee maker. There it was again—the distinct smell of cigarette smoke, in the very same spot! Aha…I got it. Mystery solved.

The use of clairalience in Spirit Communication

Spirits often use a smell or fragrance to communicate their presence. Some use their favorite perfume or cologne. Some use a smell that is connected to their work. For example, a baker might bring in the smell of bread; a garage mechanic, the smell of gasoline; a banker, the smell of fresh bills. Someone with a connection to Florida, might bring in the scent of oranges, and so on. It’s like a sensory signature. You’ve heard of clairvoyance, right? Clairvoyance translates to “clear sight” of a medium, or a visual means of receiving information. By the same token, clairalience translates to “clear smell” and is one of a variety of senses that mediums can experience in communication with Spirit. In this instance, I wasn’t trying to communicate with Spirit, but having just finished yoga on that beautiful Sunday morning, I was in the perfect state of mind and body for Spirit to communicate with me.

Rich, is that you?

RichSo, where was I? Ah, yes…the smoke. Now, cigarette smoke just happens to be the Spirit signature of my brother-in-law in Spirit, Rich, Connie’s former husband, and father to her two children. Rich died young—in his early 50’s, and Rich was, as you may have guessed, a cigarette smoker. We have two documented instances of Rich coming through with the identifying smell of cigarettes. The first time was at Connie’s home, in the middle of the night, just days after he had passed into Spirit; the second time was later that year in a mediumship development circle at my house in Massachusetts. What’s interesting about Rich’s Spirit smoke, however, is that it doesn’t permeate the room like normal cigarette smoke. Rather, it lingers in one very specific spot, and unless your head (or more specifically, your nose) is right in that spot, you won’t smell it. I recall that when he came to my circle, only when I stood up from the sofa and leaned slightly forward could I smell it. I asked others in the circle if they could smell it—and they could, but only if they leaned in as well.

And so my friends, until I find further evidence to the contrary, it would appear that Rich was at least one of the instigators behind the morning’s activities. It was a timely visit for Connie, and she was comforted to hear of his visit.  Since all is going well with my brother, Jim, I’m interpreting it as just a friendly call-out to him and his family from Rich and the rest of our family in Spirit. I don’t get to see Jim and family very often, and have been feeling the nudge to get everyone together again. Connie and I spoke to Jim a few days ago, and plans are in the works to do just that. Life is good.

Oh, waitso how do I explain the physical presence of the name badge? It’s possible for such an object to materialize via Spirit energy; this is called an apport, in paranormal circles. It’s also possible that my loved ones in Spirit pushed that little badge along its way to this house. That part, I may never know…but does it matter? Not really. Spirit uses every means possible to be heard, seen, smelled, sensed. Your Loved Ones in Spirit want you to know they do check in on you, they encourage you when you need it, and they are proud of the courageous ways in which you live your lives. So when things show up out of nowhere, stop to think about timing, what it might represent, and who may be bringing it to you. Open your mind, and you’ll be surprised what emerges!

So, let’s get some sharing going. Have you ever had Spirit come to you with a particular smell? If so, please share what it was, when or how you smelled it, and why that particular smell represented your Loved One in Spirit. Or, do you believe you’ve received a Spirit-sent apport? How did you interpret it and why? It’s really much more fun when you tell me your stories!

~In love and light,

The REAL reason for Rich’s visit and the badge emerges

PS Tragically, just a month after this post, a bump showed up on my cat Jack’s hip. Despite two surgeries, Jack would succumb to cancer triggered by a 3-yr rabies shot. Perhaps Rich, an big animal lover, was telling me that he would be there to bring Jack over. A comforting thought. So, the “J” on the badge was apparently for Jack, not my brother Jim.

PS Since posting this story, so many people have been telling me stories of Spirit signatures that are connected to smell. If you write me your story in an email, I can post for you, rather than have you create an account to post.

Karen G. from Victoria, MN wrote:  “My mother died in January 2006.  She left me an incredible gift when she passed: the belief that the Spirit [of our Loved One] is still there and can reach out to us.  My mother used to whistle (off key!) when messing around in the kitchen, and after they took her body, as I sat in the kitchen, for well over 1-2 minutes, she whistled that crazy off key tune. It was the most peaceful, joyous experience I have ever felt, and to this day it makes me smile and feel warm inside.  I was alone, no electronics on, no windows open, middle of the day and no neighbors home to make noise.  I had the time to even walk around the kitchen to double check, look towards the front door to make sure I was hearing right.  Finally, I just sat and listened.  Then said ‘Thank you, Mom.'”

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Hello my friends!

Last week, I promised to tell you a little bit about the increasing frequency of Spirit phenomenon I’ve been experiencing here at my new home on an icy lake in Minnesota. There’s a lot of open space in the area—the large lake of course, farm lands, forests and forest animals. A small fraction of the area is populated actually—all lending itself to a lovely balance of natural  energy and the perfect setting for Spirit connections.

There’s been so much activity, I’ve had to start a list so I don’t forget anything. And rather than try to tell each story in one post, I’ll be rolling out the stories over the next few weeks, like a series, so I hope you enjoy them. First up….the mystery of the porch glider.

Who’s out there?

Porch glider

Porch glider

A few Sundays ago, I was on the phone catching up with Sally, an old college friend. It was a beautiful winter’s day, and while we talked, I was warming myself in the sun near a sliding glass door.  On the other side of this door was a small balcony and a bench glider. Hmm…key words there might be “the other side.” But I digress. So, just as I was telling Sally about some exciting plans I have for the next year, the glider started moving back and forth. I looked around to see if there was wind enough to make it move, but the day was calm. I finally stopped mid-sentence and told Sally what was happening. Sally’s response was, “Well, someone in Spirit must be saying ‘Yes, your plans are a good thing.'” No doubt that was the case, but I didn’t try to connect with Spirit to see who it might be, as I wanted to stay focused on our conversation. The rocking continued off and on for another few minutes, then stopped. We finished our call shortly thereafter, and I headed into Alexandria with my sister, Connie, for a late lunch, completely forgetting about the moving glider.

During lunch, Connie and I were recounting the time our sister Laura just popped in (as Spirit) when we were having brunch with my friend and fellow medium, Adrienne, shortly before we left Massachusetts. Adrienne brought us an encouraging message from Laura about the transitions that both I and Connie were facing. It was the last other-validated communication we’d had from her.

The very next morning, I received an unexpected call from Nancy Strickland, my mediumship teacher and mentor back in the Boston area. She had called to tell me that during her mediumship development circle on Sunday afternoon (the day before), she heard a Spirit say, “Laura!” Nancy knew right away that it was my sister because she recognized Laura’s distinctly husky voice. Laura had participated in several circles at Nancy’s home while visiting me in Boston, so they knew each other. “There was nothing further – just her name,” said Nancy. “So I thought I’d call you and see if there was any particular reason she might be coming through.” [For those new to my blog, my sister, Laura, passed into Spirit in July 2011. You can read a little bit about her and her facility with Spirit communication in an earlier post.]


Laura, Connie, and me

Sisters Forever: Laura, Connie, and me

Now, here’s where it gets interesting. Nancy’s circle began about 30 minutes after the moving porch glider, and we figured out that Laura’s self-identification with Nancy occurred right about the time Connie and I were talking about Laura over lunch. Clearly, Laura wanted us to know that it was her on the porch glider, that she was equally excited about my plans, and that even though we don’t “see” her, she’s still hanging out with us, tracking our progress through the paces of our lives.  Connnie and I speak often of Laura and our other family members in Spirit, and it was quite a treat to have Laura’s presence validated by Nancy. A wonderful way to start the week!

If you’ve enjoyed this story, read Marbles from Merle, my brother or The Story of Susie, my other sister in Spirit. “Hi Honey!”, the story of my mother in Spirit communicating with my father, here on the Earth plane is also a favorite. Yes, I have a rather active Spirit family!

Have you had any experiences like this one? If so, please feel free to share it in the comments below. I’m always amazed at  and comforted by all the creative ways that our Loved Ones in Spirit make themselves known.

In love and light,

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