Astounded Every Day

I never want to risk tooting my own horn.

Every time I discuss the gifts I have or what happens to me in live events, I risk tooting my own horn. I never want to make my events or what happens through me about me, but the process itself. I want to record these experiences for one simple reason.

Spirit astounds me every day.

Throughout 2024, my abilities as a psychic medium have blossomed, and I want to talk about those here - but I don’t want the recounting of certain events to be about me, but what happens through me and to others who share those moments with me.

How my abilities have blossomed has blown me away. As a medium, I channel the souls of people who once walked this Earth, and when you hear the word “medium,” the word “evidential” goes without saying.

An actual medium, someone legitimately connected to Spirit, will be able to tell people about parts of a person’s life that they have no way of knowing. Over the past year, the evidence has become tangible.

Tangible, as in that a week or two before my public events, I’ll get information from Spirit about particular items I’m supposed to bring to each event, identifying specific people in Spirit.

I’ve written about it before, but Spirit has somehow turned me into Santa Claus.

These gifts are never individual. This means there are multiple gifts, as the gifts won’t be just a skein of yarn or a ketchup bottle. How many grandmothers in spirit would have used yarn? These gifts, as far as Spirit dictates me, need to be multiple.

At the end of January and the beginning of February, I’ve had a couple of events I want to recount over the next week, so you’ll see extra writing from me this week. I hope you can be touched by the experiences I share here and the photos of everyone - and their gifts.

Deep Earth Arts - Wednesday, January 29th, 2025

In the picture above, you’ll see four groups of gifts. Let me describe the spirit that came through and how each gift applied to each person.

Before I go further, though, I want to describe this process. A sense of knowing, a message that comes through, and sometimes, those messages get muddled - for a reason. I’ll explain below. It’s a lot to juggle, and I’m not in control of the process. To do what I’m about to share with you requires a lot of faith and courage.

What I do can be particularly scary, but that fear always seems to fade away in the face of faith.

The Lost Daughter

The first set of gifts was a set of Lisa Frank stickers, a “handicorrn” (a set of finger puppets meant to be played as a unicorn, a “fooz” ball, and a set of hair scrunchies - along with a crystal. These gifts were from a girl who passed when she was young, leaving her family and two sisters behind on Earth. She gave me these items to give to her mom in attendance, who would be there.

Everything from the 1980s indicated the time she was alive - through the Eighties and Nineties, but the crystal was a strange tough. Her mom, again in attendance, just signed up to take a crystal healing course. It was her daughter’s way of saying she saw what her mom was going through and wanted to give these colorful, strange gifts to her sisters.

The Hardworking Father

The following items were a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon, Boston Baked Beans, and two cans of Brown Bread. Since I was a kid, I hadn’t thought of brown bread - especially the kind that comes in a can.

Interestingly, the woman who received the Eighties gifts and the crystal brought her two sisters-in-law…

Whose father was a hard-working man who drank PBR and made baked beans every Saturday night - with brown bread. We shared some touching moments about their childhood, and they both received guidance about what was happening to them in their lives.

The Catholic Grandmother

Up next, the following gifts were strange (as if they weren’t all already!)

A tube of hand cream, dish towels, a Tweety mug - and a white rosary. I have a collection of old rosaries in my studio space from strange adventures that have led me to them.

The woman there did indeed have a Catholic grandmother, and her hands were dry (hence the hand lotion.) She also had her grandmother’s white rosary, almost exactly like the one I gave her. The Tweety mug was strange because it wasn’t for her, but for the friend she brought with her. Her friend also got the dishtowel, and the Tweety mug didn’t make sense to her until she emailed me the next day and told me she was drinking from a Tweety mug while doing so.

The Father-in-Law

The next gifts were a cribbage board, coffee, licorice, chocolate-covered raisins, and cheddar cheese - quite the combo!

This was all for a woman who loved her father-in-law and showed up in spirit with messages for her and her husband - the son he once had a business with. He did indeed play cribbage, loved coffee, and ate chocolate-covered raisins, licorice, and loved cheddar cheese.

These experiences were not just heartfelt but tangible in that undeniable way.

The Newport Municipal Building - February 8th, 2025

The next event was in Newport, VT, and included five sets of gifts. Again, I want to share each set of gifts and the spirit that brought them forth.

The Dad with the Toolbox

The first spirit who came forth wanted to apologize to his daughter for the mess he left behind. He wanted me to bring a toolbox, a camo hat, a fishing t-shirt, and a book of crossword puzzles. The toolbox was especially poignant because his daughter told me after the event that they had a funny moment around a toolbox.

When she began to “work on” computers in a digital sense, he took it to mean she was going to work on computers in a mechanical sense. He told her that she’d need a toolbox, which became a funny memory for her of how sweet her dad was. Her father wore a cap and loved to fish…and the crossword puzzle book would come into play later in the event.

The Italian Grandmother

The following gifts were a heating pad, a long duster on a pole, and a set of cat coasters. Leading up to the event, the image I had was of a set of porcelain “somethings” high above on a shelf - that needed dusting. I had to include a duster, but the heating pad was for this woman’s granddaughter, who would also have back problems. The cat coasters were a funny nod to the cats that each of them loved and the coffee they both drank.

The woman who came up told me she had her grandmother’s porcelain vases on a shelf and that they were indeed dusty. Her grandmother brought them from Italy with her, and they were significant to their family.

The Peanut Butter Fudge Recipe

The next was a loop back to the first woman who came forth. I remind people that I have no control over who and what comes through, so the next one surprised me a bit when I circled back to the first woman who came forth.

This time it was her mom.

I started by talking about a peanut butter fudge recipe, but the kicker was that it had to be made with Peter Pan peanut butter. She told me that her mom had little money, but no matter what, she would spend money on the Peter Pan brand peanut butter because it made all the difference.

Her mom had Alzheimer’s, which was a callback to the crossword puzzle book I gave her from her father. Crosswords often symbolize cognitive decline, ensuring we keep our minds healthy and active. I had also to get her a specific brand of olives, that her mother insisted on using, and the Beanie Baby threw me for a loop.

Apparently, her mom had a Princess Diana Beanie Baby that she loved.

The Missing Ring

A husband wanted to come through, and he made me get a giant fake costume jewelry ring - his wife was upset because she’d lost her ring.

She wasn’t in the audience, but her daughter was. Not only did I have to get her a ring, I had to get her a bunch of rose stuff, including rose oil and a giant rose in a water-filled ball. The other item was a horse brush because her mom - get this - also has horses.

The daughter told me her mom had moved to Virginia, but she would ship all the stuff to her.

The Angry Brother

The final set of gifts allowed me to explore something I’ve been sitting with for quite some time.

First, the gifts included a big set of checkers with giant checkers and a blanket you could play on the floor. I also had to get lucky rabbit feet, a baby’s book, pink fluff, and cotton candy.

When I got connected to the woman - his sister - it got kind of awkward, for both her and me.

I was connected to her and trying to put the pieces together with her when her brother got angry through me. She didn’t want to speak on a microphone, and he was getting upset like he was losing his temper.

I brought up his head injury, but it was actually a left-brain seizure.

Peculiarly, this wasn’t the first spirit I’ve channeled who got angry with me - and who’d also suffered from a brain injury before passing. I’ve been wondering about what those types of injuries do to our consciousness and spirit and how long it takes to heal in the afterlife from it.

The pink Fluff and cotton candy didn’t make any sense until something peculiar happened.

The brother was coming through with appreciation for his sister being there for his kids, and I had to talk to her about the kids in the family who potentially had autism. She indicated she had suspicions, and the guidance that came through was to do her best - if possible - to get that kid around horses in a therapeutic way.

As I told her that, I kept getting pulled to a woman in the front row. As I was getting pulled to her, I knew that she did the work of angels - and she worked with special needs kids.

Strangely, the cotton candy was for her - it was her favorite treat. Her guidance included ensuring she did what she needed to do to sustain herself because she was doing outstanding work. She needed to take care of herself, even if that included a special treat occasionally.

Thank You

Thank you for being here as I rambled on with this laundry list of gifts and spirits. I need to chronicle these experiences, not only for posterity’s sake but also for the people who were there.

The evidence of Spirit’s presence in our lives was undeniable at both events. Not only did I get connected to Spirit, but I was also able to bring these tangible gifts to their loved ones still living. I was also able to channel heartfelt love and guidance to each person, and because of all of this, I consider every moment of this path a privilege, honor, and joy.

Recently, I just came off three events in a row where I had to juggle five different sets of gifts in my mind for three different sets of events, and I look forward to chronicling those later on this week as well.

Until then, thank you again for being here, and remember that Spirit is with us always.

Sometimes they even bring us gifts.