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My "Gifts from Spirit" Live Gift-giving Events in St. Johnsbury, VT and Gorham, ME

In April 2025, I hosted four “Gifts from Spirit” events. These events are spirit galleries that I hold as a psychic medium, yet I bring - or the Spirits around me bring - a different approach to a live event like this.

A couple of weeks before each event, I’ll receive messages about what types of gifts to bring to each event. These gifts are put on a table at the front of the event venue, covered in a tapestry, and include multiple gifts for the people in attendance. This isn’t just one gift, but several that allow Spirit to come through with evidence that can’t be denied.

I’ve said it many times, and I’ll say it again: when one hears the word “medium,” the word “evidential” should go without saying. A medium with actual abilities will be able to tell people things no one could know, and these gifts are evidence of that.

This blog will highlight the first two events I held in April, the first being at Catamount Arts in St. Johnsbury, Vermont, on April 18th, and the first of my Maine events, held at the Old Robie School in Gorham, Maine, on April 24th. Please know these are all quick summaries of the gifts and spirits brought forth!

Catamount Arts, St. Johnsbury, Vermont - April 18th, 2025

This was a sold-out and memorable event for me, as my mom and aunt were both in attendance. As with these events, something extraordinary happened to me. Before getting on stage, I felt the presence of a spirit who wasn’t connected with any gifts. I’m not sure why, but these events bring “opening acts,” for lack of a better way to describe the process.

The first spirit was a religious, Catholic Dad who wanted to apologize to his kids. He was one version of himself in the eyes of the public, yet he was another behind closed doors. He was harsh, and perhaps some would even call him cruel. Soon, I was connected to his daughter, who validated all I could bring forth to her. She was there with a friend of many decades, and that friend would come into the story later.

The Moose

The first gift was a set of three: a stuffed moose with red and black flannel, a set of X-large red and black flannel pajamas, and an orange chocolate ball, often gifted during Christmas. I had a Dad with me who kept showing me a moose in a house, with big windows. There was a Christmas tradition of giving those red and black pajamas, and soon, a woman raised her hand.

She came up to the front of the stage and took a seat. There, she let me know her dad’s house was filled with moose pictures, and later she told me how there were many geographic locations with “Moose” in the title, all around them, like Moose Lake and so forth. I asked her why I would taste chocolate and orange together, and she told me her dad liked to gift those orange chocolate balls for Christmas, and that’s when I pulled the orange chocolate ball from under the tapestry…

Later, she told me she shared a special connection with her Dad. They both became nurses at the same time!

The Addict’s Mom

The next one was tough, as it carried with it a lot of pain. The gifts I had to get were a bunch of kids' toys (a bunch!), a journal, and a book on how to live with a person with an addiction. There would be a woman in the audience who was taking care of her grandchildren, and who would also have a person with an addiction in her life.

Soon, a daughter raised her mother’s hand, as her mom was too shy to come forth. Indeed, this woman lost both her daughter to drugs and had a son who was also suffering from addiction. One of the games I had to get for her was one of those fishing games, as her daughter loved to fish. The journal was to help her write down her anger and process all that she was holding. She was a very proud woman who felt all the emotions one would expect: anger, frustration, love, sorrow, fury.

She needed all the support she could get from the world of the living and the world of Spirit.

The Toothy Mom

Next up, a woman who kept showing me her dentures. She showed me herself sitting in a recliner, with a doo rag on because she underwent chemotherapy. I had to get a toothy unicorn squish toy and a macrame over-the-seat-arm remote control holder, as the woman in the audience would still have her mom’s recliner.

A woman raised her hand and came up to share her story. She cared for her mom as she was passing from cancer, and still had her recliner. The mom drank Pepsi, and there was a family Rice Krispies treat recipe - all the gifts I had to get her.

The mom-in-Spirit told her daughter she was grateful she kept caring for her animals, and the daughter kept her mom’s cat and still cared for it.

The Mom and Dad Who Were Night and Day

The next spirits that came forth were two almost polar opposite parents. I had to get toothbrushes that represented the mom, who gave toothbrushes away for Christmas each year in her stockings. I had to get a box of Bisquick for the father who loved making pancakes and didn’t care about sugar - he loved his maple syrup on his pancakes. Then I had to gift three teddy bears to the three kids still here.

A woman raised her hand, and it was the woman's friend from the very beginning of the evening, the one with the harsh Catholic dad!

Not only did she have a mom who gave away toothbrushes for Christmas, but she also took up the mantle of that tradition. She was blown away when I handed her special bamboo toothbrushes, ones that weren’t made of plastic and would decompose. These were the same toothbrushes she gives away each Christmas!

The Brother from the Eighties

I searched high and low for a Garfield clock, and while they used to make them, they’re now antiques worth a couple of hundred dollars on eBay. While I couldn’t get this for this man’s sister, I did get her a Garfield mug.

A woman came up, who lost her brother, who not only loved Garfield as a kid, but also made a clock that she still had. At the end of the event, she came up and told me that she remembered what the connection was about - she was almost positive they had one of these clocks as a kid. The other gifts included a Popple shirt, the sister couldn’t place it, but her son could - her son used to be her daughter, and he used to have Popples as a kid, and was pretty sure they were a gift from her uncle, the brother-in-Spirit.

And they used to have Tootsie Roll banks as a kid, as well. This exchange became one where both mom and son joined the fun!

The Mom Who Loved Owls

The last reading of the evening was a tough one, but a much-needed lesson of wisdom. A mom who loved owls was coming through for her daughter, who lacked the will to live. Her gifts included a stuffed owl, a purple scarf, and a t-shirt with a kitten.

I had to call her up because she would wear scarves, and I was looking for a woman wearing one. The woman in the front row, whose gifts these were for, told me she almost wore one, and that her favorite color was indeed purple. Her mom loved owls, and while she was happy to hear from her mom, she’d recently lost her husband and was having a hard time carrying on. We spoke about why it was so important to do so, and the kitten t-shirt was a reminder of a stray cat that showed up at her doorstep one day, and she began to care for it.

The evening was filled with so much magic and laughter, and I’m kicking myself in the pants because I should have recorded these events sooner, as I’m having a hard time recalling all the wonderful exchanges that were shared. I’m so happy I have all the photographic evidence of the magic happening!

The Old Robie School, Gorham, Maine - April 24th, 2025

This one wasn’t my favorite for a lot of reasons. First, traffic was insane in this part of Maine, so we were late getting to the venue. It was a warm day, and we were responsible for setting up our chairs (which isn’t a big deal at all), but the building was super warm, and we got done setting everything up five minutes before the doors opened. I was ferklempt and sweaty, even as I walked in front of the audience.

Still, we were there to bring the magic and the joy that we had brought, even though I hadn’t had a chance to complete my preparatory process before I went out in front of everyone. I did the best I could with what I had, and it was still a fantastic experience, and one that turned into wisdom:

Our general rule is to leave well before we think we need to be there, especially if we’re going to be traveling during rush-hour traffic, even in rural Maine.

The first “opener” of the evening was a woman who was cared for by her daughter and wanted to come forth and express gratitude. She had a singular message: “I’m sorry you gave up the best years of your life.” I asked her what that meant, and she told me that as she cared for her mom, she gave up a lot of opportunities around her son, like his prom and other significant milestones. I didn’t have any gifts for her, as she came to me while I was in the back area, waiting. Still, she got a four-leaf clover charm!

The Man Who Was Santa

The first gifts included a Santa beard, a stuffed Santa, a pepperoni, and a jug of cotton candy. Soon, I was drawn to a woman whose father played Santa, and we celebrated her drive and hard work in this world, with her friend even chiming in and saying how incredible she was. She had an uncle who had a funny experience with a sausage, but she couldn’t place the cotton candy.

We determined that it was a reminder that life is supposed to be fun, like a carnival, fair, or amusement park. There was also the chance that she would remember the cotton candy thing later, but for that moment, it was a reminder to have fun in a life that wasn’t so much.

It’s what her father - Santa - would have wanted.

The Cheapskate Grandmother

The next set of gifts were scant, but the Spirit kept telling me she was cheap in life, and she was going to be frugal in death. These gifts were for a woman who had also lost her passion for life, but would have had a ton of yarn in her house. She would have also had a woman in spirit who loved to paint her nails, and for some reason, I had to get gold yarn. She didn’t come up to the front, as she was just a couple of rows back from the front.

Strangely, the woman for whom these gifts were intended was with her daughter in a gold t-shirt. At one point, she also had a pet named Goldie, and her spirits wanted her to find that passion again - live life, and get back to her passion projects.

And get plenty of manicures, as she loved them!

The Old Pirate

The next up was a Dad who used to be in the Navy or Coast Guard. I had to get a pirate skull for a fish tank, a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of non-filter Lucky Strikes. He wanted to come through and congratulate his daughter, who would have graduated from college after he passed.

A woman came to the front whose Dad was in the Coast Guard, and was grumpy like a pirate. He drank whiskey and smoked non-filtered Lucky Strikes, and she did indeed graduate from college later in life, after he passed away.

The Panda Mix-up

At first, I asked if anyone had a dog named Panda, as I had to get a stuffed Panda, a set of dog nail clippers, and a dog collar. A woman raised her hand, had a dog named Panda, but she only had cats. While I was connected to her, I could give her a reading, but the dog collar and nail clippers didn’t fit.

Until another woman raised her hand and said she didn’t want to speak up initially. She had a rough time in her life, during which pandas played a big part, and she got connected to another reading because she was their neighbor. During that reading, I was called to her and the narcissistic boyfriend she gave up, and she said that was part of it.

She also had a dog whose nails needed clipping, and was just talking that day about getting a new collar for her dog. So, in this instance, two women got gifts - the first got the stuffed Panda, and the second got the nail clippers and dog collar!

The Blueberries

The next set of gifts included the classic kids' book, “Blueberries for Sal,” for a woman who used to pick berries with her mom. She also got a recipe book based on that, berry buckets for picking, macrame plant hangers, and a jar of blueberry jam.

The woman in question still had her mom’s canning supplies, used to make blueberry jam with her mom, and had a ton of houseplants for which she needed hangers. She still had some jars her mom used to make jam in. Mom still wanted her to be happy, and even the young woman (daughter/granddaughter, respectively) was pulled into the reading, and encouraged to make better decisions in her life…unless she wanted to end up like the woman looking for a new dog collar and regretting a particular portion of her life.

The Firebug Son

The last reading of the evening was a tough one, but one filled with hope and laughter. I had a son and brother there, who took his own life. He played Sonic the Hedgehog when he was alive, smoked like mad (as I had to get an ashtray), loved Ramen noodles (Oodles of Noodles), and a box of matches. He was there to apologize for being responsible for taking his own life.

A couple of sisters and a mom came up to collect their gifts. They’d worked through a lot of their pain, but still needed to work on some. The ashtray was a funny touch, because I knew no one smoked, but someone was going to have “rocks” on her fingers (the mom!) and she could store her rings in there when she was doing the dishes or needed them off for whatever reason.

Why the matches? He was a firebug and loved setting things on fire.

While all these readings had a touch of sadness, we seemed to laugh through them. They served as reminders that our loved ones are always there in Spirit, always wanting our happiness, and so appreciative of our healing.

When we live in peace, they finally get to rest in peace. When we reduce our suffering, so is theirs reduced as well.

That’s the greatest gift we can give them.