Is it true that we are the
co-creators of our lives? I know that we
are. When we come into alignment with
our higher self, set a clear vision that will serve the greater good, and share
that vision with our unseen helpers, the Universe conspires to work with
us. Some years ago, each morning as I
began my meditation I repeated my vision statement: “I am a
Hay House author.” I wanted this
goal not for personal gain, but because I knew that a Hay House published book
would allow me to share the existence of a greater reality with many
more readers than a smaller publishing house. Within two weeks of submitting
the manuscript for my book The Priest and
the Medium to Hay House in 2008 I had a contract. Book publishing just doesn’t work like
that. Spirit does.
With my vision fulfilled, I needed a new and even
bigger one. I believe in limitless
thinking, so I began regularly repeating the phrase, “I am touching millions with the messages of hope.” I knew the comfort and hope I had gained from
being reunited with my step-daughter, after she passed, through a medium. I could think of no greater vision than to
share that same comfort and hope with millions of others through my writing and
speaking.
That audacious vision began manifesting in unexpected ways
when Chris Lavelle of North lsland Media approached me about making a movie
based on my unexpected transition from U.S. Navy Commander to evidential
medium. The skillfully produced
documentary that resulted from Chris’ hard work opened many doors and allowed
me to share the messages on a larger scale than before. I was not yet touching millions with the
messages, but sharing them via a film called “Messages of Hope” continues to
open minds and hearts.
Knowing that things unfold perfectly, but not always as
quickly as we humans would like, I continued to share my vision with the
Universe each morning in meditation … “I
am touching millions with the messages of hope …” I didn’t know how this would happen, so I
left the details to my Team above. With
their greater perspective, They would come up with far more clever ways to
manifest my vision than I could imagine.
Fast forward to 2015.
Ty and I are on a six-month speaking tour. A few weeks ago I gave a workshop out west about
making the connection with higher consciousness. A high-school friend was in the audience, and
she later told me that looking around the audience, she noted that everyone sat
on the edge of their seats throughout the evening. The next day I couldn’t help but feel a bit
of frustration. People are hungry for
the messages those on the other side have to share with us and the love those
messages embody. My talk had been well
attended, but how was I going to reach millions?
My guides must have felt my angst. The next morning in meditation They told me
that I need not worry or strive and that I would not achieve my goals in the
normal way. Then I had the strangest
thought. I imagined my messages on a billboard. It was a silly idea, seemingly popping into
my head from nowhere. And it certainly
fit their prediction: to have my work on
a billboard would not be the normal way for an author and medium to spread her
messages.
Ten minutes after completing my meditation, I sat at my
computer to check my email. There I
found an email from a man for whom I had conducted a reading nine months
earlier. (For anonymity’s sake, let’s
call him “Mr. D.”) At the end of that
session he asked if I could give him another reading in six months. Because
of the depth of his grief over the recent loss of both parents, I agreed to do
so. In the email he thanked me for
helping him through one of the darkest periods of his life. He asked if I could fit him in anytime soon. He was going through a rough patch as the
result of recent news related to his father’s passing. Was it sheer coincidence that I had a
cancellation the next morning? In
hindsight, I see that it was not.
Several hours after agreeing to a session for the next day,
Ty and I went out to explore the local area.
We commented to each other about a silly billboard we drove past. At the mention of the billboard, I recalled
the thought given to me earlier about having my work on a billboard. Suddenly, I remembered one of several big
“wows” from Mr. D’s reading six months earlier.
His father in spirit had clearly shown me a large billboard. “This is an electronic billboard,” I said,
“like the ones in Times Square.” Mr. D.
reported that outdoor advertising was one of his father’s businesses, and that
they specialized in electronic billboards.
The moment I put the evidence from the reading and the
morning’s meditation experience together, I saw the future playing out in my
mind’s eye as if it had already happened.
I saw myself giving the reading the next day to Mr. D, who had taken over
his father’s business. I envisioned his
father providing clear and compelling evidence that he was still very much with
his son, just as he had during the first session. And I saw my work featured on a billboard afterward
… perfectly orchestrated by Mr. D. Senior from the other side, who knew that
his son had been planning to email me that morning.
I said nothing to Mr. D. about my premonition when we began
our session the next day. I simply set
the intention of hearing from his father with as much clarity as possible. We were not disappointed. Only when the session was over did I share
what had happened to me in meditation before receiving his request for a second
reading. I shared with Mr. D. why I
consider this work so sacred. I could
feel that he had been deeply touched by both sessions, and he listened silently
until I finished. I did not ask for
anything. I simply laid out my audacious
vision and shared my trust in Spirit to make dreams come true when they serve
the greater good.
“I’m going to put you on a billboard,” he replied.
I didn’t dare to breathe, especially not later when he asked
me to send him some ideas for what I would want to put on such a
billboard. And I held my breath again
when Mr. D. sent me his graphic artist’s final concept for approval. Looking at the images, I shook my head in
wonder. In bold letters that would catch
the eye of any passerby, the sign posed the perfect message: “Lost a
loved one? Talk to them … They hear you.” This is the advice I share with every
audience and every sitter who comes to me for a reading. It is the essence of the messages of hope.
I sent Mr. D. an email telling him I loved the design. In addition to the attention-getting words,
it clearly displayed my two latest books, Messages
of Hope and Wolf’s Message. Readers tell me almost daily how the stories
and evidence I wrote about have changed their lives. The desire to get those messages into the
hands of even more who have lost hope after the death of a loved one is my constant
companion. I didn’t dare to ask where
the billboard would be or when it might appear.
I have learned to surrender everything to Spirit, so I
didn’t give the billboard (too) much thought over the following weekend. It was Sunday night when my phone
tweeted. I was surprised to see a text
from Janis Murphy, my friend and fellow medium.
“We just saw your ad for Messages of Hope on a digital billboard on
Route 3 in NJ!” she wrote. I gasped and
blurted aloud, “What?!” I re-read the text, delighted to be learning of this
delicious surprise in this way, and dialed Janis. It was then that I saw even more clearly the
hand of Spirit at work.
Janis lives near me in Florida. What was she doing in New Jersey, I wondered? I learned that she was there for a class in
mediumship with our mentor, Janet Nohavec.
She and Janet were in the car with fellow mediums Joe Shiel and
internationally acclaimed British medium Tony Stockwell. That my
mentor and fellow classmate—both of whom are mentioned in Messages of Hope—the book on the billboard, were the first to see
the sign was a God-wink of the highest order.
I was delighted to be able to share with Janis and the other mediums in
the car the beautiful way the billboard gift had come about.
I immediately emailed Mr. D. to thank him. I expressed my gratitude that he had chosen a
major commuter route near the Lincoln tunnel leading into New York City. I silently wondered how many people would
pass by the sign each day. Perhaps not
millions, but easily hundreds of thousands.
My dream was coming true, and all I had done was to serve a fellow human
being in need.
Were this the end of the story, I would be grateful beyond
words. But it’s not. The next morning I emailed Mr. D. to ask him
exactly where the sign was in hopes that I could find someone living nearby to
send me a photograph of it. He replied,
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you photos.” And
then he brought me to tears with an unexpected email minutes later. “If we are going to get the word out,” he
wrote, “we need to get the word out.” He
invited me to open the attachment, an Excel spreadsheet showing the locations
of the fourteen billboards where “my”
sign is currently running for the next four to six weeks.
One of the pieces of evidence that Mr. D’s father shared
with me from the other side to show his son that he was still very much with
him was that he had been a philanthropist.
I physically felt the care and concern he displayed for his fellow man. Clearly, his son walks in his father’s shoes.
I was blown away at the thought of sharing the message of
the continuity of consciousness on one billboard, but fourteen? Yes.
And each of them is on a major commuter route in and around
Philadelphia, Trenton, and New York City, to include I-95 and the Pennsylvania and
New Jersey turnpikes. I grew up in that
area. I know how heavy the traffic can
be: bumper to bumper, two times a day.
We’re not talking hundreds of thousands.
Now we’re talking millions.
I feel like Cinderella.
Do things like this really happen?
Yes, they do. They happen when we
trust in Goodness and Love. They happen
thanks to the generosity and compassion of caring souls like Mr. D. and his
father. I know from losing our Susan
that the death of a loved one is the hardest challenge each of us will face in
this lifetime. But I also know from the
gift of spirit communication that has been bestowed upon me that the physical
separation is only temporary. Our loved
ones are only as far away as our thoughts, and they are held in our hearts until
we see them again.
And now, thanks to the efforts of two wonderful angels—one
in Heaven and one on Earth—millions
will look up from their highway commute and see a sign … a sign with one very
important message of hope: Talk to them … They hear you.