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On The Spot Predictions – What Can You Tell Me Right Now!?!

June 3, 2011

The life of a professional psychic medium is certainly never boring! One question I’m asked, practically as soon as people know I’m a medium is, “what can you tell me right now?!” Like other pro psychics, I like to prepare before readings… much like athletes preparing before races. Giving on-the-spot messages is akin to running a world-class sprint, but without the benefit of any warm- up laps. Depending on the situation, I’ll do my best to accomodate this request because what I do is also who I am. And because sometimes I’m called to action without any notice due to the fact that the Spirit World waits for no one!

A recent case in point was a meet and greet held at a prestigious Real Estate Brokerage to discuss my giving a seminar – as a former Real Estate Agent, I give talks, positivity coaching and energy clearings to “my former peeps”. I had been warned by the friend brokering (pun intended!) the introduction to “keep it corporate” and not get into my other stuff. Ie: don’t discuss that I’m also a medium. The first thing the Managing Director said to me was, “you’re the psychic, what can you tell me right now?” Okay, “just be corporate” out the window! Closing my eyes for a moment, I gave her the name of her deceased mother, in answer to what her nickname might be… most of her last name (which I hadn’t been told), that someone in the office was battling breast cancer and some other stuff. When I opened my eyes, mouth agape, her next question was, “How soon can we book you?” 

When I presented a small teaser for about 20 agents, many told me of “strange coincidental circumstances that drew them in to hear me” and several booked reading, clearing and coaching sessions. An assistant manager heading an upcoming breast cancer fundraiser, asked if I wouldn’t mind predicting the weather for the event and keeping it dry, if I could. I told him it would rain some in the morning, then clear up and be sunny for the rest of the day. He then asked, “Will we hit our mark of $10,000”? Pondering that, I replied that they would hit it and in fact, exceed it! Next an agent who was donating his long ponytail for a wig, to be cut off at the event, asked me if one of their own agents or someone from outside would shave him? My answer from The Other Side was that someone outside the company would do the honours.

Post cancer fundraiser, the Manager in charge thanked me for my positivity and correct predictions. The day brought a little rain until noon, then it cleared up and got sunny, they easily exceeded their ten thousand dollar goal and… the gentleman with the pony tail had it removed by the highest bidder – a woman from The Canadian Cancer Society.  Three for three, not bad!

I really do love this unusual, but highly rewarding career. As George Elliot said, “It’s Never Too Late To Be What You Might Have Been.”

Small Medium over and out!

www.jadeintuitive.ca   and check me out on You Tube… please disregard the wayward strand of hair… pre-publicist!

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SPIRIT HELP – ON THE LIGHTER SIDE

April 18, 2011

Today’s theme is the lighter side of psychic messages and predictions. For my loyal followers (thank you all!) who may think that spirit help is always of a serious nature, this post is meant to lift spirits… pardon the obvious pun, with true stories of a different sort.

Last evening I attended a lovely intimate dinner party, hosted by two dear friends. Besides great company, fabulous food and wine, there was a psychic theme as well (hey us psychics are FUN guests at parties too!). Our esteemed host is VERY into scrabble, so I suggested a twist on his favourite pasttime – “psychic scrabble”. Spirits like board games too, so as a medium, I thought it would be fun to encorporate the two! Earlier in the day, when the host partook of a little “blackberry scrabble”, he told us of an interesting occurence: his board spelled the name, “Jade”. Since that’s the name I use professionally, ie: JadeIntuitive, it was the spirits’ humorous way of giving a positive sign for the evening. The Other Side sends signs all the time, it’s kind of their trademark. Numerous messages were spelled out, both on the scrabble board and by me directly channeling them, for each guest. The spirits made sure no one was left out. Everything from the name of a deceased grandfather’s beloved dog, to a military relative giving a salute, to a gentleman accurately telling me of his career working the railroad. A delightful night was had by all!

On another occassion, after giving messages to one of my favourite clients, she said she had to ask me just one burning question. Her deceased mom had already provided many accurate details and advice, but here’s what she “just had to know”: how to cook her mom’s famed rice dish! Seems my client and her sister had argued for years on the correct way to make this particular recipe… each remembered it differenty. Mom came through, giving the exact measurements, how many cups of rice, to cups of water etc. Trust a mother to help you make her favourite food just right… even from the spirit realm!

Happy holidays to all, Passover and Easter respectively. Remember to set a place for your “invisible guests”, as crossed over loved ones celebrate holidays with you as well!

Small Medium over and out.

www.jadeintuitive.ca

LIFE-SAVING PREDICTION

February 27, 2011

This is how the day started, much like any other work day… I arrived at a new client’s home, where I soon would be performing a Reiki healing for her. Pausing in the driveway, I made a call to set up a business meeting for sometime that week. The CEO told me he was available that day, which was a Monday, or on Thursday. Something (which I often call my spider sense, really it’s my psychic sense… I’m actually a bit arachnophobic, ironically enough) told me to book it for that same day, so I did.

Inside, my Reiki healing went beautifully and I also spent an hour talking with the nice woman, my new client. As a lovely aside to this story, she told me the following week that she never could have conducted a big training seminar without having met with me first. My positivity talks and Reiki often have that “unblocking”, calming effect on people.

I arrived at my second appointment, the previously scheduled meeting. I wouldn’t find out until weeks later, the extraordinary results experienced by the gentleman I met with. This was a first meet and greet where my hope was that this influential CEO would like me enough to refer me to some of his esteemed colleagues. I thought that was my reason for being there, but as usual, the Universe had another agenda! He did indeed endorse me, placing a call right then and there to a business friend, calling me “astonishing to listen to”! The CEO, who I’ll call “Bill”, asked me to demonstrate some of my gifts, so I provided him with a mini Reiki healing and an example of psychometry; I interpreted the energy of a valuable artifact he’d been given, as well as a photo of his grandchild. He was further astonished by the accuracy and details I gave him about both. All in all, I was there for three hours… quite a lot for a busy businessman!

The Universe’s reason for the meeting came in the form of an important prediction I made while there. As a psychic and healer, I’m given information which I see, hear and feel to pass on to people. Some of my correct predictions have told of upcoming log cabins, houses, jobs and romances. Often what I see takes the form of  health warnings. The ethics and responsibility of doing this work correctly dictates that I supply messages with care. So I gently told “Bill” that I saw a brain disturbance happening with him. He didn’t know what I could possibly mean, at the time. That’s because I was foreseeing a future event. This prediction helped to save his life.

Three days after our meeting and my prediction, “Bill” suffered a stroke. He was sent home by two doctors with the instruction to simply take an aspirin. Perhaps having my message uppermost in his mind and feeling something more serious was wrong, he took himself off to another hospital, where they gave him a catscan and MRI. It was confirmed that he’d had a stroke and this hospital immediately checked him in. As health warnings all over the news tell us, strokes are serious brain injuries and need immediate medical attention. The faster the treatment, the better the chance of recovery.

Luckily “Bill’s” stroke was relatively mild as I understand it, and his speech and ability to eat and walk are returning. He’s improving nicely he tells me, expected to make a good recovery. He also has been telling people about the brain problem that a psychic named Jaye McKenzie predicted to him during a meeting. Boy am I glad the Universe made sure I knew to make that meeting on that exact day. Because you see, three days later…  the Thursday he suggested… may have been too late!

Take good care of yourselves and listen to your intuition.

Small Medium over and out.

www.jadeintuitive.ca  and  jadeintuitive@yahoo.ca

Happy Chanumas!

December 13, 2010

What do you get when you mix one part Channukah with one part Christmas? Chanumas!! I made this word up when I was a kid in honour of blending these two wonderful holidays… yup, I was lucky enough to celebrate both in my family. I remember driving downtown with my gram and gramps to gaze at the Christmas windows done up by The Bay – like many kids, I looked forward to that all year. But not just because of the windows filled with colourful, moving displays… I loved going for car rides and adventures with my grandparents. Gramps made everything into a story, a glorious adventure and gram brought cookies and other goodies to eat along the way. Gram never left home without some form of food in a baggie, in her purse. You never knew when you might get stranded without, heaven help us, any food to eat!! It was a jewish tradition, this great love and worry over food. Plus, my gram was the best baker, known for miles around for her pies, pin wheel cookies, cakes and lemon tartes. I’m happy to admit I rarely leave home without some back-up food to this day. Partly because as a holistic healer, I follow the six small meals a day way of eating; and partly because doing this  helps me to feel closer to my gram. When we keep up  traditions, it really does keep our deceased loved ones closer in our hearts. And they love seeing this from the Other Side, it brings them nearer to us as well!

Back to my story… when we arrived home after seeing all the pretty windows and lights on houses, (we had to drive some distance to see the lit up houses, no Jewish house in our neighbourhood would be caught dead with Christmas lights… pun intended) a surprise would be waiting for me. Gramps had put up a Channukah bush, as he called it – his effort to pay homage to my Scottish half. A really sweet and meaningful effort, all things considered. Thanks gramps!

I celebrated the Christmas side of Chanumas on Christmas eve / Christmas day with my parents and my Nanny. Twas the night before Christmas, marked by the exciting drive to pick my grandmother up, dad’s mom, and bring her home for the holiday. She was special for many reasons, not the least of which was her extraordinary psychic ability, which I have inherited. But on Christmas, Nanny was special because she thought she was the female Santa Claus!! She arrived with several shopping bags overflowing with presents and it was my job to place them carefully under our tree, real of course. Mrs. Claus, aka Nanny, wouldn’t have it any other way. How I loved that job; so many presents, so little time! We had eggnog, I was allowed to open one gift at the stroke of midnight and fell asleep with dreams of sugar plums dancing in my head. Oh, that was also because I danced with The National Ballet of Canada and knew every song of the Nutcracker by heart!

In the morning, Nanny and I had her favourite, a grapefruit half with honey, while I waited impatiently for my parents to wake up. They weren’t morning people and alas, neither am I these days, laugh. Mediums tend to be night owls (evidenced by my writing this at 2 am). In our home there was an order to opening presents, little to most significant, my mom’s order. It was a good one, as the best was saved for last. The day was also marked by my dad’s famous turkey and all the trimmings. He was the cook of the family, and he did it well. Still does, though my mom and his mom are now there in spirit… too bad they miss the yummy food tastes… but not much else. Our spirit loved ones join us for special occasions. I think mine enjoy the pulling of the holiday crackers the most! For those who don’t have a big family to celebrate the holidays with, or any family at all in some cases, please don’t feel that you’re alone… your family and friends surround you. Even if you can’t “see” them, they ARE there, sending you love.

I hope you enjoyed my holiday story. Wishing joy, peace and abundance to my loved ones, friends and clients both here on earth and on the spirit side. God bless us… everyone!

Small Medium off to dream of sugar plums!         www.jadeintuitive.ca     jadeintuitive@yahoo.ca

Potatoes And Peanuts – The Lengths Spirits Go To.

May 28, 2010

First off, my apologies dear readers for the length of time between posts… my bad. I was intensely focused on the advice column I was writing for a month as part of Sun Media and Canoe’s contest. Nope, didn’t win, but in life I’ve found it’s the things you don’t do that bring regrets, not the ones that fall under… “nothing ventured, nothing gained”. I’m rather proud of myself for the effort and thankful to all those who called me “a natural” when it comes to giving advice in column format. As a medium, positivity coach and speaker, my job often involves providing guidance along the paths of life, as well as bridging communication between our world and the Other Side. This true story falls under the latter category.

Spirit folks can and do go to extraordinary lengths to let their living loved ones know they are still with them. They continue to help us in our lives and they love us, even through the glass that seperates our two worlds. It’s not really a glass partition, but I use this analogy to explain to clients how their deceased relatives are waving and trying to get their attention… but they can’t see them on the other side of this mystical divide. In order to reach us, spirits will cause things to happen to facilitate communication. One day I went out for my usual walk along the beltline near my home. Suddenly an old friend who I’d lost touch with ten years ago, rode past me on his bike. He stopped. I stopped and we caught up on old times. Promising to get together soon, we both went our seperate ways. As often happens when intentions don’t match actions, we never did do lunch. But I was soon to discover that this was no ordinary “chance meeting”.  About a month later, we passed again on the same beltline, Peter on his bike, me on foot. We stopped briefly to say hi, again with discussions of lunch, including his mom, who had asked about me recently. I really like Petey’s (as I used to call him) mom, so was looking forward to it.  Again never happened, though Peter admitted he’d dropped the ball that time. We bumped into each other no less than two more times (four total for those keeping track!) on the same beltline and by now I knew that this was happening for a reason. I’d expressed that to my found-again friend, even telling him what I do for a living, but he’s a brilliant song writer who’s pretty busy. When it happened again this past Monday – I’d stopped to tie my shoe and he nearly ran me over, this time I wasn’t letting him go without a longer chat. Forces were working awfully hard to get us together!

As we walked, his dad suddenly came through strongly, telling me “his father, I’m his father”. Upon asking, sure enough Peter’s father had passed. Now I was certain who had been orchestrating our paths crossing. Peter told me that strangely, he’d had a sudden urge to stop mowing the lawn halfway through and go for a ride. The next thing his dad told me was potatoes and peanuts. “Does this mean something to you”, I asked Petey. “Yes”, he said, “they were my dad’s favourite things to eat.”  The night before I’d been at a pool party, where I kept hearing the words potatoes and peanuts in my head. As well as race car driver. Peter’s dad is a very strong, insistent spirit who was identifying himself to me a full 24 hours before I’d “bump” into his son again. Yup, he used to race cars and in fact had a stern warning for Peter to slow down while driving. That made his son laugh, recalling to me an event they spent in the car together years before… those who know Peter will understand this warning – he’s a bit lead-footed.

Dad gave me many other accurate messages and details, including a thumbs up for an upcoming big music break for his son. Peter called me yesterday to tell me he just got the good news I predicted.  There were also messages sent for Peter’s mom from her husband, which meant a great deal to her when he passed them on. The details I gave provided proof that dad was still with them, as their accuracy was undeniable. Dad even made me clap wildly and wave my arms at the end of our impromptu reading. A thing in their family was always to clap wildly, especially dad, for sometimes no reason at all. And Peter tells me his father had a goofy sense of humour… which is why he made me wave my arms madly and act like a goof. I didn’t mind, even though we were now on the sidewalk of a busy street. This spirit loves his son and moved mountains, or rather bikes and feet, to talk with his child one last time.

Small Medium, over and out.   www.jadeintuitive.ca      jadeintuitive@yahoo.ca

Being A Psychic… It Ain’t Always Easy.

March 23, 2010

Today’s post will take a slightly different direction… being a psychic-medium ain’t always easy. Grammatical gurus please excuse my wording. It seems correct to say, like a throw-back to how cowboys talked in old western movies. Because some days I feel like the cowboy (or cowgirl) who just got thrown from the horse. I get back up of course, though a little bruised and worse for wear. Don’t get me wrong; I love what I do and I’m not complaining because every job has it’s downfalls and less than perfect days. It’s just that having a job where people either expect that you know everything, (like going into a store, chatting with the cashier and having a customer who overhears our conversation, asking me what “sign” he is and what is he currently thinking. By the way, I did get his correct astrological sign!) or  poking holes in the messages given from deceased loved ones, can be hard sometimes. I am a psychic-medium and healer, but I’m also human with feelings that can be hurt and I don’t know everything, far from it. I do what I do to help people, to provide peace and closure, to guide them on their path and hopefully uplift them in some small way. And I’m grateful and humbled by the fact that on almost all occassions, I am able to do just that. But there are those days…

I recently gave a psychic group reading event at the home of a spunky, terrific woman. The party provided many memorable, fantastic readings and moments. As at almost every event though, there’s one person who’s a skeptic, determined to “test” me at each turn, unwilling to confirm when the information given to me by their spirit loved ones is correct. I’m cool with people having a healthy skepticism and remain confident in the messages I’m delivering (confidence and belief has to come with the territory in order to communicate with the other side). What people often don’t understand is that negative thoughts act as an energy barrier, making it much more difficult for me to read their energy and that of the spirits around them. I’m providing readings for their benefit to allow those on the other side to express love and guidance. So refusing to coroborate key details only slows the process and diminishes the benefit of the reading for the client. Please be willing to confirm, you’ll reap so many more benefits. Then there are those folks who outright lie about the accuracy of the information I give to them. The messages are often very impactful and emotional and I get that. One such incident occurred this night as a deceased father gave me a message six ways from Sunday for his daughter, who simply sat there, arms crossed, refusing to be moved. Her father didn’t give up and neither did I! She eventually let her guard down and admitted just how many details I had in fact, gotten right. She even took me aside later to thank me and apologize, saying my level of accuracy shocked her, so she had lied to cover that. I appreciated her honesty and accepted her apology. Sometimes even my friends are wary of me, knowing I can read their energy, often their thoughts and worried I may see some embarrasing aspect of their lives. Occupational hazard!! Seriously though, while I do know when people are lying or covering up and can read exactly what’s going on with them, how they are feeling, regardless of what they tell me to the contrary, I do respect boundaries with my friends and loved ones. I mostly “turn off” my ability with them so we can be normal and comfortable with each other. That’s often why I don’t conduct readings with those close to me, although if I see something such as a warning or help I can provide, I always do so. This gift comes with great responsibility, a fact I am always keenly aware of.

Back to my psychic party… I was pleased to be able to give a warning to a pretty young woman, which came to me in great detail in a dream two nights before I met her. I was also given a wonderful compliment by someone who attended a previous group session with me and wanted to convey what a strongly positive white light energy she felt and saw around me that night. She told me the evening was unlike any she’d ever experienced and one that she would never forget. She didn’t at first know that I was the psychic she had come to see, until I delivered my pre-reading’s inspirational seminar. She told me of being  astounded that I was the same person with “the energy” she had felt even before entering the house. Bless her for telling me that. Because that is the reason I am following my path as a psychic-medium. It ain’t always easy, but I truly do feel lucky and blessed to have this career.

Cowgirl Psychic over and out.

www.jadeintuitive.ca

Unbelievable Uxbridge Update.

March 9, 2010

Uxbridge… I’m lovin’ it!! I spent another great weekend giving psychic-mediumship readings to a group of terrific women. There was one token male there… the hostess’ husband, who kindly lent his house for the event and even graciously thanked me afterwards for “making his wife happy”. What a lovely thing to say, I thought, a double-edged compliment. Me on one side, his charming wife on the other.

What I particularly liked about this day/evening party were the two skeptics, who left as believers. I’m fine with folks having a healthy skepticism and I rather enjoy their surprise as I deliver undeniably accurate information. They were both very good sports about it, one flying down the stairs after her reading excitedly asking to use the phone to call a living relative to discuss all the deceased relatives I’d brought through for her. The other, who at first wouldn’t give me an inch in confirming the accuracy of my information, ended up laughingly telling the hostess all the times I’d hit the bullseye… into the wee hours of the morning! I even got correct the exact dessert she had planned to bring to the party, but then didn’t. Sometimes the spirits who give me my info. do have a sense of humour! Lions and tigers and skeptics, oh my!

Other memorable moments were the two spirits who travelled up in my car with me, giving me their exact names as well as that of a third, living person. During the inspirational seminar I give to start off the party, I discovered that all three people, living and dead, belonged to one woman. When I gave her the names I’d been given during my drive, I thought she’d fall right out of her chair with surprise. Hey… I aim to please!

The psychic all-day party became a weekend in Uxbridge thanks again to my dear friends who open their home to me whenever I’m up that way. They feed me too, and rather well I must say. Thanks you two! A lovely brunch the next day with mutual friends completed the weekend. A special thank you also goes out to my funny, sweet, though dangerous party hostess. Why dangerous you ask? She has a black belt, she can kick my a _ _!  Seriously though, a truly fun time was had by all, myself included.

Thanks Uxbridge, you’re blossoming into my home away from home.

Small Medium over and out.

Jaye   :’*)             www.jadeintuitive.ca   Kindly check out the website my genius web designer has been hard at work co-creating!

A Psychic Kid… To Be Or Not To Be?

January 7, 2010

I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately to the blessing, or curse some may say, of being a kid with psychic or paranormal abilites. I was such a kid and while I’m all grown up now (but still a HUGE kid at heart) I’m still somewhat haunted, pun intended, by the impact of those early abilities.

A terrific show, which I’m greatly enjoying addresses the concerns and issues psychic children and their parents face. It’s called Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal. Boy do I wish such a show existed when I was 12 years old. Or 15, or 17 even. These were the years when I realized I was rather unlike my peers, that I stepped to the beat of a different drummer. A sometimes scary, sometimes isolating, but rather cool drummer. I was a kid with a sixth sense. Last summer while spending time in Lily Dale, New York one of the leading centres for spiritual and mediumship development, I met and got to know a teen and her mom. The teen is a psychic/medium like myself, and her mom is… well, a mom trying to manage this interesting mix of a child who is teen by day, spirit talker by night. I did my best to help them since I could relate so strongly to this situation, and we shared many memorable hours. Being a psychic kid is a gift, a blessing, but it sure can be a pain in the you know where sometimes! The wonderful thing is that mom brought her daughter to such a place, they talk openly about being psychic, and are scheduled for an apprearance on the above-mentioned TV show. I hope to see them again this July when I’ll be presenting my own seminar at the renowned Lily Dale Assembly, N.Y.

Right about now some of you are probably wondering what’s so challenging about being a child with these abilities, or that child’s parent? In a nutshell, it can be confusing, if not downright scary to see, hear, smell and feel things that other people can’t. I learned that it’s wise not to tell your friends or risk being labelled “a freak”, nor my family who for the most part thought I was making stuff up. This lack of expression can lead to suppressing these abilities or sometimes losing them altogether. Luckily my gifts, like flowers without enough sunshine, wilted but perservered. From a parent’s perspective I now realize that it’s challenging to have a child with this kind of ability. There were those in my family who shared my gifts, often passed down through generations, but few actually talked about them.  For instance, despite several efforts, I couldn’t get my paternal grandmother to tell me about all the neat things she could do… she was a psychic/medium/healer but afraid of her own gifts. My mom and I played what she called “the game”, practicing telepathy, but I never recall talking about it with her afterwards. She mentioned taking me to Duke University for scientific study of  my ESP abilities, but we never actually went.

The moral of this story is embrace the things that make you special and unique. It took me many years to use my gifts professionally, but I do now as it’s my path to help others. I think I would have started years earlier if my gifts had been nurtured and allowed to flow freely when I was a “psychic kid”. I took a more roundabout route, but I still got to where I was supposed to be. I applaud all parents who listen to their children when they talk about imaginary friends, ask questions when their child knows details about a relative who died before they were born. Being as loving and supportive as you can, even if you don’t always understand or believe, will prove to be invaluable. Take it from me… a psychic kid who learned to love the beat of a different drummer then, and is happily embracing a career in all things wierd and wonderful now.

Psychic kid over and out.

Jaye