Nancy’s Story

 My spiritual transformation began...

     Two weeks before my father died, I had a precognitive dream where my father came to me and told me it was time for him to leave.

    It was difficult to release him because we had such a loving relationship. But, he had been ill for years and I knew it was selfish of me to hang on.

    In my dream I thanked him for being such a wise and loving father. "I'm so grateful to you and wish you a beautiful journey to the other side. I am honored to have had you as my father," I said.

    "Please know, Nancy," he said, "That whenever you see the compass, I'm guiding you." 

    Fast forward eight years later--summer 2013.

    My daughter, son-in-law and one-year old granddaughter lived near me in California. My mother lived in Michigan and had not yet met her first born great-grandchild. When my daughter had to fly to Michigan for work, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to introduce my mom to her great-granddaughter.

     I leased a summer lake house that ended up being subpar. In a panic, we fled to a local Marriott for the night. 

     I called Mom (who lived three hours away) and promised her I would find new accommodations and would call first thing in the morning.

    I frantically searched until 3 a.m. for new accommodations. Finding a lake house or resort during the summer in Michigan isn't easy. When I had just about given up, I discovered a small resort on a nearby lake that had three rooms left.

     I called the resort at 8 a.m. Was it true that they had three rooms available?  Yes, they did. I booked them. I called Mom and told her about our new plans. She would meet us at the hotel in three hours, she said. 

     After a lazy morning, we finally packed our bags and headed for the resort. It was beautiful--a whitewashed building abutting a sterling blue lake.

    While my daughter and her family unloaded the car, I said I'd check-in.

    I swung open the French doors into the lobby and walked in. Embedded into the floor of the lobby was a 4' round brass compass...the compass that Dad had promised.

     I looked to the heavens and nodded. "Thanks, Dad. Boy, did I need your help! Thanks for finding the place and for being here."

    What I didn't know then was that exactly eight months later, Mom would become gravely ill with cancer. In three months, she was dead. It was the last vacation we ever had.

   I realized then what I had perhaps always known at a soul level, that I could no longer ignore my dreams, messages or intuitions. It was time to go deeper and more public with my messages. It was time to share my gift with others.