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Ghosts with Mom
A Personal Sry from Psychic Yvanya

28th October, 2009 - Posted by Yvanya x7722closeAuthor: Yvanya x7722 Name:
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About: Yvanya lives surrounded by lakes, rivers, mountain forests, vineyards, orchards and pastoral views. It is through this gentle harmony of nature’s elements that her heart and mind opens to the inner presence that is the voice of intuition and her psychic gifts. For over 40 years, as she has followed a mystic’s path, Yvanya has listened to her inner voice and contemplated that inner presence from which wisdom and guidance springs. A lifelong student of change through intentional awareness and the dynamics of conscious creation she sources psychic information through her spiritual connection. She believes that each of us has a gift to give the world and that when we give our gift we bring healing to others and ourselves. In matters of guidance on your life path Yvanya can relay to you the voice of spiritual wisdom. In matters of the heart she can shed the light of love and understanding upon your situation. In her readings she utilizes, in addition to the inner presence, her extensive studies in Tarot, Shamanism, Tao, Wicca, world religions, meditation, dreams, symbolism, metaphysics and spirituality. “The great forces of the universe are at work in each of us. When we honor these processes and welcome their unfoldment healing and renewal takes place, our hearts open to love and our lives are transformed. In the ebb and flow of life transformation and growth are accessible to all. Give the good you want to receive. Be the change you want to see.”See Authors Posts (1)

Here is, I hope, a touching story of canine love and loyalty that transcends the passage of many years to bring a comforting childhood presence to my ailing mother.  

In my teen years my mother endured a long and painful illness. One evening as she slept, after suffering through a particularly difficult day, I was talking in hushed tones with a couple of high school friends in the living room adjacent to her bedroom when I heard sounds of movement, soft rustlings, coming from her room.

“Do you hear that?” I whispered. “Sounds like an animal moving around in my mom‘s room.”

I heard the shuffling of paws on bare floor, the kind of sounds an animal makes as it stretches and settles down for the night.

My girlfriends, both natural clairvoyants, affirmed they sensed the spirit of a dog.

Quietly I peered past the open door into my mother’s darkened room. Her medication mercifully had her sleeping peacefully. In the shadows at the foot of the bed stretched out on the floor resting I saw a dog, a collie, cross marked with darker spots amid white and russet colors.

The emanations I felt were of a good-natured enduring and trusted friend keeping watch over a loved one. I knew all would be well with my mother that night. 

The next morning over tea, with sunshine streaming in her window, my mother rested and cheerfully listened to the description of her canine spirit guardian.

“My goodness, that’s Laddie! Laddie was my first dog on the farm when I was a girl growing up!”

My mother had an enduring remembrance and love for family and those who had shared in the pioneering years of her youth. It was not uncommon for her to be thinking of an old friend and have them call or show up at the door or on sadder occasions see their obituary appear in the paper. On several occasions, at times of crisis during her illness, she reported departed loved ones standing at her bedside.

In her late years, my youth far behind me and my children grown, I sat with my mother during another illness. We had been talking quietly, she told me about a dream she had of my cousin who had passed the previous year, and how beautiful she was in a lovely dress glowing with light.

And then during a relaxed lull in the conversation the end table lamp dimmed, flickered and went out. Even though this was unlike any other I had witness I assumed the bulb had burnt out. And then after a few minutes it flashed on again. 

“That’s Judy,” she said. “That’s your cousin.”

Later upon inspection I found the lamp, which had not previously or since turned off and on by itself, was in good condition with no loose bulb or poor connection. Shortly after that evening, sisters of my deceased cousin came to visit. They too had witnessed lights turning on and off a visitation from their loved one.

I left out the part where my mom said my cousin was waiting for her… and she was. Mom passed after a short, but devastating illness within a few weeks.  And the loved ones during those early illnesses were waiting, just in case, because she was so close to passing at that time.

But the dog that was pure gentleness calm and caring, a healing beneficence, canine love and loyalty transcending time and space.

Thank you for all that you do.

Many blessings Yvanya