A Holiday Hug from Heaven

I took a walk with my dog, Ally last night as snow blanketed the neighborhood. There is something so serene about the first big snowfall. As I walked toward the river, I glanced over my shoulder to look at my footprints. Doing what I do, I fully expected to see many footprints, big and small, following me. I thought of the many children I connect with who have gone home before their parents and siblings...being the first to step foot on the path to heaven. The children's words will echo in my heart until we meet again...

"Tell my parents I am okay. Everyone stood in a circle to greet me. I felt like a protective blanket wrapped around me and I knew everything would be alright. Love filled every fiber of my being. There is no time in heaven so I take comfort knowing I will see my parents and siblings again. I was the first to walk the path but I won't be the last. Tell them my love for them will never die. Smile and laugh for me--don't feel guilty because it fills my spirit with such joy to know you are living for me, I am living through you. I will make my presence known if you open your heart to unlimited possibilities... a song on the radio, a coin with the date of my birth, a beautiful bird that catches your eye, my sports number, a call with nobody on the other end, and best of all, a dream where I hug you or tell you "I'm not dead."

The holidays bring the joy of the season and the emptiness of missing a loved one. "I see my ornament. I see my tree," they say to me. Last year, one young boy in heaven told me exactly what his brother was getting from "Santa." He also told me where dad...I mean Santa, hid it. "I will be there, even when they can't feel me around. They have to trust in their hearts that I am still with them," Sean said to me.

For many of my adopted families, this will be the first holiday without a special loved one. We want to assure you that this is a physical separation only and you are not alone. They know how much you love and miss them. They want you to know they are happy and out of pain. The best gift you can give the loved one you miss is a knowing in your heart that they are still a part of your life. Your thoughts speak directly to them and your tears are wiped away. So, light the tree (even if it's a Charlie Browner), hang the ornament, light the Menora in their memory, light a candle and speak from your heart, hug someone still here and tell them you love them. Do all of this with an absolute knowing that you will all be together again- celebrating.

I'm walking back to my house now. The white lights sparkle on the snow. Through the silence and stillness, I can hear the children laughing. They fill me with knowledge and peace.

A Very Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all.

Believe in Miracles,

Maureen

"Tales from the Trenches of the Comedian Medium"

As I sit here eating my cardboard like Special K, decompressing after a show, I decided to start a blog. Just about every day someone asks me, "How do you do it?" They don't mean talking to the dead--they mean keeping up with my schedule. Let me give you a glimpse inside my day. Typically, I'm up early with the kids getting them fed, backpack packed, and out the door for school. I have two boys, 7 and 9. On most days after dropping them off, I head to my office to read a family or parents who lost a child. If you read of a tragedy in the paper, chances are they find their way to me. I drop everything and do what I can to help a family in the throws of immediate grief. My waiting list for parents is about 2 years, with a special shorter waiting list for the above-mentioned recent tragedies. It gives me great joy to offer these readings at no charge. Some do donate to my cancer foundation, "Seeds of Hope."

After one of these readings, I usually have a client waiting for a hands-on-healing session for cancer. I work with individuals dealing with stage 4 or end-stage cancer. I also see children/babies struggling with severe catastrophic illness. One day I might be in Children's Hospital in Boston, and the next day, a private home. There are days I want to just pull the covers over my head and stay in bed all day, overwhelmed with the amount of people reaching out for help. It weighs heavy on my heart that I can't help them all. Don't get me wrong, I am humbled and honored that word has spread and people have somewhere to turn when their world is coming down around them. I guess I am admitting that I am just human and my cape is tattered and worn.

After a day of grieving or ill clients, I head to school to pick up the kids. The current sport of the week is kickball. We grab a snack and head outside for a rockin' game of street kickball. I cherish every moment with my children. When I am with them, I am just "Mom." They only expect that I make them laugh, patch their wounds and tell them a story before bedtime (in between breaking up a brawl between brothers). Three nights a week I head out to do a "Postcards from Heaven" show. The venues vary....a haunted historic Inn, a bookstore, hotel, restaurant, my office, The World Trade Center, Knights of Columbus, and even a haunted town hall.

I truly enjoy my work but at the end of the day, I'm burnt to a crisp. The shows allow me to do my volunteer work during the day, and still support my family. I do my best to support some local needy families each week with donations, paying their bills, filling their oil tanks and keeping food on the table. It breaks my heart to see hard working people all around me in jeopardy of losing their homes and not being able to buy the basics. Look around you and see if there is someone you might be able to help by cooking a meal, dropping off groceries, or just buying a card to make them smile. Try not to get so busy that you forget to PAY IT FORWARD.

For the last few years, I have fought my calling to assist with missing and murdered children. A few times I've sent an e-mail to the FBI on some high profile cases. If I saw the picture of a missing child, I could tell by looking in their eyes whether or not they have passed. Some would not leave me alone until I contacted their family or authorities. It is so hard for me to write, "I am a psychic medium." I imagined a bunch of guys standing around the computer laughing. I was so very wrong. Because I took a leap of faith (I jumped off a very large cliff and God caught me), I now wear another cape. It is the cape of justice for the children and hope for families suffering unimaginable pain and not knowing. I am working with a group of dedicated, compassionate people (The LPDAM, Licensed Private Detective Association of Massachusetts). They donate their time, effort, heart and soul to finding the children or clues for closure. I am honored they have opened their minds to the possibility of what I can offer. So now, on my days off (ha ha), I am assisting with searches and the plannning process. Soon, I hope to partner with the LPDAM to start a foundation for missing & murdered children. (more on the next blog).

Additionally, as many of you know, I am in the process of writing a book. Finding the time to do so is very challenging but it is my passion and a way for me to unwind. After a show, I am usually up until the early morning hours trying to decompress and ground myself after raising my vibration for 3-4 hours. Soon, I must slow down. My body and soul demand it. My heart fights against it. They say God only gives you what you can handle....so I will keep giving and try my best to balance my busy life.

My wish for you is to slow down, take a look around, notice something today that you've been missing in the rush of life. Maybe it's a song on the radio, the brilliant colors of the leaves falling, taking a breath of fresh air, your child's deep belly laugh. I also ask that you forgive someone today. They don't even have to know! Maybe it's the person who is riding your tail or cut you off (you never know what someone else's challenges are or why they are in such a hurry). Maybe you need to forgive yourself or let go of unwanted guilt. Do something for you and I will try to follow my own advice.

Hugs,
Maureen