When spirit asks you to share a message, you’ve got to share the message

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

My sweet godson Andrew was five years old when he died in a tragic accident twenty years ago.

We shared a few chats on the phone but didn’t get the chance to meet in person because he lived on the other side of the country. His Mom, my cousin Shelley, would send me letters with photos of Andrew and his older sister several times a year. I felt a connection to him, even though we lived so far apart.

Shelley and I lost touch for a while until Facebook came along. Then we’d share tidbits and like each other’s pictures and what not but years could go by without a meaningful conversation. Which is sad when you think about it because we had some pretty great times together, like our three weeks traveling through Alberta and British Columbia; Attending the Calgary stampede, driving through the Rockies, walking together in the opening ceremony of the BC Summer Games where Shelley was competing. But, life is like that. Days turn into weeks, into months and then, before you realize it, years have gone by.

So, the first time Andrew came to me asking me to reach out to his Mom, I hesitated. I didn’t know how she would react, if she would believe me, if I would be intruding. I really didn’t want to do it. But, if you have ever worked with spirit, when they want to get their message out, they can be persistent. After a bit more nagging, I gave in and sent Shelley a FB message. I didn’t hear anything for…well, long enough to make me uncomfortable and sorry to have hit send. That is, until she replied, grateful for the message because she had been thinking about him and felt his presence but wasn’t sure if it was really him, or that the signs she attributed to him, were indeed from him. And he validated it for her, through me.

That moment formed a bond, a trust, and a safe place to talk about spirit. Now, whenever she gets a sign or feels his presence, she sends me a message. Mostly to share her experience but also seeking validation. And funny enough, I usually get a similar sign or feel his presence around me prior to her contacting me so I can validate it. He’s brought us closer together.

Our little angel

My dad credited Andrew with helping him quit smoking. He quit cold turkey and would often say that Andrew was his guardian angel, and without his help, he doesn’t believe he could have done it.

During mediumship training in Hawaii, the group practiced reading for each other, a lot. It got to the point that everyone I knew had already come through so there were no surprises. Until the last reading when a young boy around the age of five was stepping forward to say he’s with me. I was flabbergasted. For some reason, I expected the older people, the great-great grandfathers and mothers. It didn’t occur to me that sweet Andrew was there with me. It meant a lot then and still does today.

He’s our sweet little angel.

Our sweet angel Andrew. (Photo is borrowed from Facebook)

Reawakening…

Sunday, 20 September 2020

Happy birthday Ger! Yet another Covid birthday. I was sure when this started, the Fall birthdays would be celebrated the old fashioned way…dinner and cake with family. Hope you had a great day.

Look up, look way up.
Photo of the day, 20 Sep 2020 ©WQuinn

My day was energetically exhausting. I attended a spiritual-based event which was enjoyable with much insight and reminders. I took a walk on our old nature trail afterwards to digest everything.

It seems the event dislodged a dam I had had erected in my energy flow because, once I got on that trail, the communication with spirit was non-stop, loud and clear. So much information and insight, it was too much to write or type so I video tapped my thoughts and messages. I guess you could say I taped my first vlog 😁🤣😂

I need a day or two to listen and transcribe it, or maybe edit it and post it. We’ll see. But I will share what I learned. It’s like my reawakening. I’m stoked!

For now though, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Today’s photos

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Wednesday, 26 February 2020

So many cute pictures today it’s hard to pick one for photo of the day.

Golden Finch at the feeder 2020 © WQuinn 2020
Blue jay 2020 © WQuinn 2020
57/366 Photo of the day, 26 Feb 2020 © WQuinn

You know how cats have that canny sense where they see something that we don’t…I believe they see our spiritual visitors, like deceased loved ones.

Tonight, Ashes was sitting on my knee. She was quite content then she looked up. This happens a lot. I usually look over my shoulder to see if a spider is descending near my head. This time was different. I watched her face for about five minutes. She was mesmerized, captivated even. Then her left eye winked! She doesn’t wink, nor blink on command. I’ve tried to get her to wink but she ignores me. I’ve tried to get her to blink but again she ignores me. (Her brother, on the other hand, winks and blinks in response to my winks and blinks!)

Ashes © WQuinn 2020

You can imagine my surprise. Right after the wink, she blinked, a short blink in response or imitation to someone. Two in quick succession.

Then her left ear moved back… Followed by her right ear. Like antennas picking up a signal. It was interesting and fun to watch and I have a pretty good feeling it was my Dad visiting and entertaining my sweet fur baby.