Open always with your heart ~ The wisdom will follow as needed

I separate myself
     Like the olive from the pit
          Before plunging into a
               Martini sea

     Pierced perfection
          You could say
               For those who like it that way

     And what of you?

          Is this the way of it for you today?

Let your heart lead . . .

     Open always with your heart first,         
               The wisdom will follow as needed

                 Hold on to that!


© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

In the name of love

     Love is not a possession….

Love is not an object
     Not a means to an end

     Not something to grasp
          And retain
               To save for oneself
                    To hold on to

          Love is not a thing
               To place in your pocket
          Or hang framed
               On the wall
                    For all and sundry to
                         Ogle and crave

Let it in
     To touch who you are

          To touch your gentle, tender
               Precious heart

     Then let it go
          As quick as all that

Set it free
     To move off in all directions

     Except now ~
          There is a piece of you with it

     The essence of you,
          Has become one and the same
               As the love that moved through you

          Shared with all of the Universe
               It’s power and strength have grown
                    Ten fold

Be that

     Live that

          And share all of who you are
               In the name of love




© Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

There Was Once A Girl Whose Father Was A Woodsman

The young girl in this story longs to follow in her fathers footsteps as he leaves for work each day and disappears into the forest. Instead, she chooses to remain at home creating a warm and loving environment for him to return to.

In telling this story, Spirit invites us to consider our choices in life–––to take a moment to listen to our own dear heart. Are you ready to step beyond the familiar in order to fulfill your dreams? Or do you prefer the comfort and ease of your current existence?

Thank you, Spirit; for the gentle way you have of helping us to reflect on our truth. There is no right answer or wrong answer, just ‘the’ answer that holds your personal truth.


Dapples of golden light
     Light up the moss covered rocks

          Rocky forest floor

                    Walls of air

Who lives here
     Among the pine needles
          The stumps
               The tree roots
                    And the grass?

There is a breeze here
     That whispers your name


          Alison Craig

     What is it you wish to say?

               Are you listening?

Step a little closer
     And hear my words . . . .


There was once a girl
     Whose Father was a woodsman

He left each day
     And entered the woods

     Slipped between the branches
          Where he performed

               No one knows . . .

Then returned each night
     Exhausted and worn
          But brilliantly lit

     Or so said the soul of him
          Whispered aloud by the fire

She asked to go with him
     And, never invited
          Busied herself with the home

     Cleaned it
          Cared for it
               Tended it lovingly

          Ready each night to receive him
               With warmth
                    And love
                         And comfort

Should she have followed him
          When the trees called?

Should she have taken the trails that he walked?

     Should she have let the sound of his footsteps
          Beacon her forward
               To disappear with him?

          Would it have changed things?

                    What did her silence say?

Let the forest fill your ears!
     That’s where the answers lie

     Step into the forest yourself
          And listen

               What do you hear?

                    Tell me what you hear….



Thank you, Storm Mcgee, for sharing your glorious image for use on this post.

© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

Mediumship with Connie and Storm

When the spirit of Connie came, she offer so much evidence to say, “This is me!” Storm knew beyond a shadow of a doubt the message was from the one he loves.

With that in mind, I asked Storm if he would be okay with me sharing parts of his story, to help others understand what can happen during a session in Mediumship and he said he would be happy to share.

The following are excerpts from three different conversations Storm and I have had over the past couple of months. We hope you find a sense of peace and comfort in reading these words.

With love,
Catherine and Storm ~



Storm: Can you talk to my angel that passed away 8 months ago on the 9 th of February 2017…. I have to have some kinda closure. Please?

Catherine: Have you ever worked with a medium before?
Storm: Somewhat have. I need a deep soul for my questions.
Catherine: I’ll just describe a few things.
There is no guarantee that any medium will be able to connect with any specific spirit as it isn’t up the medium, it is up to the spirit. They will choose who they are comfortable with. That’s probably a good place to start. In other words, if a Medium isn’t able to  connect with your loved one, it doesn’t mean the one in spirit doesn’t want to communicate, it might just mean that the Medium is not the right Medium, if that makes sense?
Storm: I’m listening
Catherine: Who is Sandy? Does that name have meaning for you? I just keep hearing that name and now the words “Mention Sandy.”
Storm: We had a friend Sandy growing up. She passed away of cancer when she was 34. She would have been 54 today.
Catherine: Oh. I see….
I am seeing a red ball, as though it is made of glass…? It seems to be hanging in a window. If I look out the window I see a front yard, a driveway, a tree…?
Storm: I don’t unfortunately understand hon
Catherine: That’s okay. Let that go, if it (the red ball) doesn’t make sense to you just keep it in the back of your mind. It might trigger a truth later on.
Catherine: I was feeling a tingling/tightness across my chest.
Storm: They said she passed of complications of Copd
Catherine: I also feel like I am wearing a mask over my nose and mouth, as though I am wearing oxygen. There is something resting on my nose and feels kind of heavy. I keep pushing my glasses up.
Storm: She had some breathing issues and a partially broken nose
Catherine: I saw a name Connie on your fb page is this who we are talking about?
Storm: Yes
Catherine: I always glance at a page before I accept a friend request.
Storm: She is my only soul mate.
Catherine: Did Connie have long sandy blonde straight hair that went about half way down her back?
Storm: No – long straight black hair. Middle of her back
Catherine: Okay. Thank you. A ‘no’ is as good as a ‘yes’. (Spirit’s often appear in white light, or in silhouette before they step forward to share colour. If Connie has black hair, this may be what is happening in my vision of her. Or I may have someone else sharing with me. I will continue and see if this is Connie who is here.
But did Connie have long hair, as I mentioned? And straight?
Storm: yes. mid. back.
Catherine: The spirit who is here seems to be showing me a surgery scar in her abdomen, does that sound like anyone you know?
Is Connie right-handed? This spirit is drawing the thumb of her right hand up her middle as if to indicate a scar…?
Storm: Yes, she lost a baby by a tubal pregnancy. She was left-handed
Catherine: Okay. She is holding something in her left hand, I believe. It seems to be a tube shape, like a scroll rolled up or paper rolled up.
Storm: It almost killed her years ago
Catherine: Oh, I see. Thank you. (I understand this tube shaped object, now–––that it is meant to refer to her tubal pregnancy…). I’m sorry for her loss.
Catherine: Storm, Connie keeps showing me the imagery of herself taking something off her face (the mask?). She is laughing about it and shaking her head so that her hair will go free. She’s putting this thing aside and she wants me to say, “Well, I don’t need THAT any more.” She thinks this is quite funny.
Catherine: I keep seeing a lion rampart. Does that have any meaning for you?
Storm: A lion?? I’m not sure…. She was a Leo. I’m a Scorpio. A lion or a dragon…? Dragon fire yes there’s a piece of this with us
Catherine: Connie seems to have this message for you. She seems to be asking you to look in the mirror and remember that you are soul twins. With that being true, she wants you to remember that the depth of love that shines within her heart, mirrors for you an extraordinary opportunity to be loving toward yourself. When you see Connie through your eyes (in your heart/in the mirror) you are loving yourself at the very same time as you are loving her. She seems to be suggesting that if you look within yourself you will find her. She is one with you. She seems to be suggesting that in loving yourself with the depth and devotion beyond all boundaries: you are simultaneously loving her. She is both the mirror and she is also you. And she is also herself.
Storm: Yes exactly, hon. Exactly. Wow finally someone that understands. Do you know how rare that is to find??
Catherine: Absolutely. I know how extraordinary it is to feel heard
This will seem trite, but I wonder why she showed me herself as someone with light coloured hair. I am her, looking out from her eyes, and I see light coloured hair….? How strange.
Storm: I have a picture of her face in the clouds. She’s watching over me. If you look carefully she’s wearing her sunglasses and her hair is lighter. I think god gave her a make over.
Catherine: Mmmmm. That is so beautiful.
Storm: She has sent me pictures of herself lol some of them are really crazy. But if you look it’s her.

Catherine: Oh! Haha! I just realized something, thinking about the photo you shared with me of Connie looking over the top of those big glasses! Maybe she wasn’t so much sharing about an oxygen mask… Maybe Connie was showing me the glasses! Because I felt a weight on my nose and I kept reaching up and adjusting my reading glasses (using my left hand – I am right handed). My glasses suddenly felt so heavy on my face. I kept pushing at them. Maybe Connie was trying to get my attention by emphasizing the glasses. Now I see it. Haha! So beautiful! Sorry. Just processing before I fall asleep…
Storm: Nite
She hated those glasses lol get to bed lol
Catherine: Curious…. Were those prescription glasses or did you have a personal joke about them? Because, looking back to her imagery about taking whatever it was off (mask I thought) Well, you say she hated them – I understand why she might be laughing when she asks me to tell you, “Well, I don’t need THOSE anymore!”
Storm: Personal joke because she wore them in the clouds
(A couple months later…)
Catherine: Hi Storm. Thanks for connecting again. Funny, I was just sitting here looking back over our initial conversation. I was struck by the fact that Connie had given me a specific name to ask you about. I don’t often hear names, so that is why it stuck out to me in my memory. Do you remember Connie asked me to mention your friend Sandy, whose birthday was that very day?
Storm: Yes the one that passed away at the age of 34 from cancer
Catherine: I was so in my trance, I don’t think the fact that it was Sandy’s birthday sunk in at the time.
Storm: Oh yes
Catherine: The question is, when I was in connection with Connie, I saw a red (glass?) ball handing in a front window, and could see out the window to a front yard with a tree, etc. The red ball was a mystery to you at the time. But, sometimes, my teachers say that these things will come to mind for a person later. So, I just wondered if anything ever came to you about that red ball?
Storm: Yea… Shoot I can’t remember a red ball
Catherine: A decoration hanging in a window? It almost could be a glass Christmas ball or something. I have no idea!! Anyway, it totally does not matter one bit, I was just curious was all…. Haha
Storm: Oh yes my mom has some red crystal hanging by her window and there is a tree outside
Catherine: Really???
Storm: Yes
Catherine: I might be sounding a little desperate to know it had meaning for you…
Storm: It’s where Connie was staying with me and mom until we got our home
Catherine: Is there one that might be round, or spherical in shape?
Storm: Yes. There are 4 red ones
Catherine: Oh, I was just going to ask if this might be something Connie would have personally seen!
Storm: Yes she loved it
Catherine: OMG!! Thank you so, so, so much for sharing that with me.
Storm: It was a chime. A wind chimes hanging in the window
Catherine: Is there a smoky swirly quality to them as opposed to being a solid colour?
Storm: Mom puts it on her ceiling fan when winter comes so it’s always there. Some grey from the lights – Whites and Greys. What are you seeing hon?
Catherine: Is it more a disc shape then, hanging with the wind chime? Or an actual ball shape?
Storm: Like a diamond that’s oblong
Catherine: Are you saying they are not red, but white and grey?
Storm: No they are red but when they move they let off white and grey colour from the lights
Catherine: Ohhhhhh!!! Okay, because I was about to say, “No. What I see is red.” haha
Storm: lol
Catherine: Is the hue of red, a deep red as opposed to say cherry red? (I see the colour red as though a drop has fallen into water, so that the deep red swirls. I imagine a glass ball being blown, and the shades swirling together…)
Storm: Deep blood red
Catherine: YES YES YES!!!! Yes, that’s is exactly the hue!! !!!!
I could NOT have described it better. I was trying to think of a word and that’s it. Wow that’s just amazing!
Storm: What does it mean?
Catherine: What does it mean that I can see this?
Storm: Yes
Catherine: As a Medium we have a responsibility when sharing information presented by someone in spirit, to find a way to prove who is there. It is important to ask the spirit to share something specific that will help you know who I am actually speaking to.
In my mind, I asked Connie to tell me things that I could say to you so that you would know I wasn’t just making things up. A Medium could say, “Oh, I am looking out a window to a yard with a tree in it.” And you might say, “Well, um, gee. Who doesn’t have a tree in their yard??? That doesn’t mean you are speaking to Connie….”
But when Connie shows me a specific coloured red ball hanging in the window, and you recognize that imagery as something Connie would have seen with you at an important time in your lives together…. something that is at your Mom’s house, where you and Connie lived with your Mom, and that Connie particularly loved these red balls. THAT tells you it is Connie who is here speaking to me.
 A note from Storm…

I have to tell you something… You have brung me out of the deepest darkness, You have made me smile and laugh again. You have touched my heart and soul, you have given me my Connie back to me. I see more than I have in a long time…. You’re an amazing angel so full of life and the things you can do for others. Also, you have gave me tears and peace knowing my love is still with me, and will always be with me. You give me shelter from the rain when I was feeling dead inside every inch of my body. Thank you, my spirit friend, for taking your time to give me life and strength again to face the morning dew that covers my broken heart. You are an amazing angel sent from above and from my soul mate Connie.

Thank you, my sweet, sweet beautiful friend….

Much love, forever young, forever free………….

 Thank you for your kind words, Storm. The whole of it brings me boundless joy….
 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings










A Pair Of Shoes


Stepping through the veil
     Fully clothed
          Like moving through a doorway
               I look around . . .

     Is there someone who wishes to share?
          I open my heart to you
               Here in this place of Spirit



                    Dancing in the light of lights

                         Is there a message for me tonight?


Let there be,
     Amongst the worn out shoes,
          A pair,
               That when you slip them on
                    Your consciousness
                         Bursts into a flurry of energy
                              And excitement

Let the whole of you
     Become a ball of light
          Dancing over the tree tops
               Touching the sky
     Stretching your arms into that radiate blue
          All across the top of the world

               Can you imagine all of that,
                    Exploding from a pair of shoes?

What size?

     What size could fit you now,
          When your feet don’t touch the ground?

          Be that graceful

               Let this image do its work

All around us is the answer
     To life’s mysteries

     Let your truth sing out
          For there are many who would long to hear it

Follow your heart
     I’m dancing with you,

          I’m dancing in my heart for you!




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Don’t let the wrapping confuse you

When we come across a situation that produces a feeling of fear in ourselves, the act of hesitation can be considered an act of love. In the time we spend considering the direction we would wish to take, we are in essence, transforming the fear into an act of love toward self. ‘Don’t let the wrapping confuse you!” Fear, may be an encouragement for us to learn how to love ourselves deeper. I think that is what this message is about….


It wasn’t that long ago
     You were lost from love

          How are you feeling now?

                    Have you asked yourself?

Let love in
     Still . . .

           Let more love in



     Life knots things together
          In many different packages

               Don’t let the wrapping confuse you

     Blue night sky

               Billions of bright white stars



 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings


There Are Worlds Beyond The Ordinary That Have Plenty To Say

There are messages to hear
     To be sure

     Above the common mind
          The simple mind

There are worlds beyond the ordinary
     That have plenty to say

         It’s a question of
               Who is waiting to listen?

          Who is available
               To open their mind
                    To the whole of it?

Let the truth of this light



               Dance of light)

Let the truth of this light
     Fall from your pen
          Onto the eyes of the world

     Let the words you hear and dictate
          Flow through your Being
               Without hesitation

         Let it be known
               That here is not where it all begins
                    And ends

There is more
     Much more

          To live
               And breathe
                    And experience

     You can imagine

              Can’t you?

          That the existence beyond this view
               Has every right to be?

     That there are others
          Like you,
               Who live in both realities?
                    Exist on more than one plane?

There are many planes

          We’ve talked of this before

Take a chance

     Step over the stepping-stones
          Into the worlds beyond

Then step back again
     And share with others
          All you’ve seen there

It’s easy now
     Don’t deny it

          Breathe into the truth of all that
               With a joyful heart!


 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

Reach Out In Your Heart And Ask Your Loved One To Appear To You!

Dear One’s.

A few Facebook friends have been in touch lately hoping I might reach out beyond the veil to let their loved ones know how dearly they are missed. My conversations have prompted a few thoughts I felt I wanted to share with all of you.

Our grief seems to go in waves doesn’t it? At times we find ourselves at the crest of a wave crashing down over the rocks, wondering how we will survive. It may be important to know there are those of us willing a peaceful flow of water ahead for you, as you move through your current ebb of sorrow.

Allow your truth to be that our loved ones are with us always. They are not able to appear in the flesh to hold and comfort us, as they may wish to do, in which case, it is up to us on this side to look for our loved ones in different form. Here is one idea you might try as you maneuver through this new territory of apparent separation.

Reach out in your heart and in your voice and ask your loved ones to appear to you, to give you a sign that they are near. You must be brave enough to open your heart to look for them in all ways.

You may feel their presence near and think, “I must be crazy….” I implore you to trust yourself and trust your knowing. Communication with the worlds beyond is not a ‘special’ skill for only a few ‘lucky’ ones. We can all do this if only we trust what we think we know. Believe in yourself. (Oh the years I have wrestled with this idea only to discover what I thought was true IS true.)

You may come across a feather or the sound of a bird singing; a picture in a magazine that reminds you of somewhere you’ve been with the one you miss. Perhaps a friend calls you that you weren’t expecting to hear from (who was also important to the one you love). Trust that your loved one whispered in their ear to give you a call so that you might be closer to your loved one in thought. Maybe a particular scent, a book or a song that you hear will have you say, “Ah, yes! I know you made this happen so I would know you are still with me.”

It is quite a shift we have to make to engage in the spirit realm, the process of which takes us out of ourselves, a gift in itself; I hope you’ll agree.

When we feel the depths of sorrow we can become lost within. This is normal. Don’t despair or worry that you will always feel this way…. In fact, it may be important to consider the truth that when we feel the greatest distance, it is because our loved ones have moved right inside our heart to be one with us there. We cannot find them outside of ourselves because they are nestled within! In this way, it is ourselves we must love.

Have no expectations of ‘when’ your loved one will appear (it may take a few days, perhaps) only trust that they will appear. This is not necessarily a simply idea, but you must allow your heart to open to the possibility that your loved one is hoping to contact you in just the same way you wish to be close to them.

Lift up your heart, lift up your eyes so that you are available to witness the signs when they come.

My heart is with you,
Catherine ~

Who Would Have Guessed There Could Be Healing Yet To Come

There is a wave of yellow light
     Under a hazel moon

     Let the light of that moon
          Shine out over your world
               As a blanket of

Can you imagine the joy of being wrapped up
     In such warmth
          On a night like this?

Who would have guessed
     There could be healing
          Yet To Come?

         And what of you?

                 Is this the way of it for you today?

Let your heart lead

     Open always with your heart
               The wisdom will follow as needed

                 Hold on to that….


 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

Joyful Ascent

I have something to say
          Can you hear me?
Yes I can, Spirit.
               You believe me, don’t you?
Yes, I do, Little Spirit.
     I’m floating
          I’m floating here
It’s like there is no earth
     My feet don’t touch the ground
          And I can’t see the trees
               I’m floating in the air

               So much light!

I’m traveling

I can feel my movement
     But there’s nothing to gauge it by
          Except my knowing
               Take my hand!
     I’d like to take you with me!
          Come with me!
               I’m traveling to heaven!
     Joyful ascent
               Light filled journey
 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings








Leave Yourself Open To joyful Possibilities Beyond Your Knowing

     Within the confines of our soul . . .

Yes, Spirit?

Within the boundaries
     Of that which constitutes our soul-self
          Are endless possibilities
               For manifestation

We cannot comprehend what these possibilities are
     So vast and unending
          As they are want to be

Engaging in ‘creating’ them
     Can in its own way be limiting
          Satisfying though it may be
               When the joys of our imagining
                    Come to fruition


There is a place for allowing beauty to unfold
     In its own glorious ways
     By the confines of our ability to imagine all that is

Be patient
          With the angelic realm

     They have your best interests at heart

Allow some space
     For unimaginable joy
          To manifest on your behalf

          Be open to the joyful unknown…

Leave yourself open
     To joyful possibilities
          Beyond your knowing

     You can do that
          And trust
               They are waiting there for you

Letting go of such strict control
     Can lead to happiness
          In unexpected ways

     This too
          Has a place
               For and with you

               To the highest good of all


This Existence Is The Opposite To What You Might Think

This existence
      Is the opposite
            To what you might think
                  Can you accept that?
What if it were me
      Reaching out to you
            Instead of the other way around?
You look across the veil
      As though I am the mystery
            When for me
                  You defy all logic
You are illusive
      And come and go
            Fade and appear when I least expect you
                  I reach out to you for guidance
I learn from you
      Just as much as you might hope to learn from me
            Maybe more
      Don’t cut yourself short
Don’t consider yourself less
      Just because you hold the physical
            As your current truth
      I once had that, too
            And know all its joys
                  And sorrows
I may exist without that now
      But this does not make me a superior Being
      Perhaps it’s I who holds a tinge of envy
            At all that you have
I appreciate you
      For all you offer
            And all you share with me
                  Without hesitation
      And I am grateful to God
            That you exist for me
Allow me to bow my head
      To you on the physical side
            With deepest gratitude
                        Amen ~





Once I had a Truck!

     Take my hand
          Won’t you?
     There is a reason for my asking
               This is the way of it, today
Once I had a truck

     A red truck

           It was my favourite one
I put is somewhere
     For safe keeping
          You know what I’m going to say….
               Why is that?
                    Why do we do that? ~
We find something precious
     And we hide it away
          From whom,
               If not ourselves?
Losing it is then a constant heartache
     A constant reminder
          That we can hold something dearly
     In our hearts
          And yet still hold it just out of reach
               Even from ourselves!
We keep that which we love
     Out of reach
          As though we’re doing ourselves a favour
     How mindlessly simple we are
               Don’t you agree?
Take it out!
     Take it out from behind the fireside bricks
     Hold it next to your heart
          And be glad of it
Be grateful for it
     Love it,
          And don’t let go
It wasn’t just a red fire truck
     It was faith
          And truth
               And glory!
It was strength
     And adventure
          And the beauty of me!
     Waiting to be held up
               To the height of the world!
          Let it shine!
                    I’d like to share that
 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings







At The Gate



          Once there was a child . . .

Yes, Spirit? With a joyful heart, I open myself to this telling

A child stands
     With her back to me

     Her hair is dark
          Tied up in thick braids
               At the back of her head

She stands
     Hands at shoulder height
          Affixing something?
     (Disentangling something?)
          From the stem of a rose bush
               Twinned on a trestle before her

She glances at me
     Over her shoulder

          I cannot see her hands

What are you holding, beautiful child?
                    Is there something you’d rather I not see?

Head bowed
     Hands now clasped together in front
          Her long skirt as a backdrop to . . .
               (What is it she holds?)

I have something to show you,
     She says,
          Turning now to face me

     It’s a message my mother sent
          From the world beyond

I come here daily
     Looking over the fence
          In hopes that I might see here there

     It’s a barrier,
          This veil of roses between the worlds

I stand here
     On tip toes
          Each day at different times
               Hoping I’ll catch a glimpse…

          I’d so love to see her again

The angels said they have need of her

          Do you think that’s true?

               Do you think they need her more than me?

If so,
     I could let her go with greater ease

If there were one
     Who needs her more than I,
          I would say to them,

“Go with love
     But treat her like the precious flower she is to my heart”

Because that’s who she is to me…

     A flower of the most exquisite
          And scent
               And colour

     “Take her with you, if you must,”
          I’d say,
               “And be sure to kiss her often
                    As I did

                    Every day without end’

     I’d want her to know she is loved
          Because I don’t know that for sure

          I don’t know she is loved
               I don’t know someone is caring for her
                    I can’t see her…

     When I came
          I found this note….

     It was tied to the vine
          With a delicate thread
               And I left it there

I wasn’t sure it was for me

     But, I got to thinking

          “Why would it be placed
               Right where I stand each day
                    If it weren’t for me?

               Who could know I come here
                    I’ve never said so to anyone
                         It’s a private journey…”

Of course,
     You’re here

          But, I can sense you’re different

I’m okay that you’re here
     It’s almost a relief
          To have someone to talk to
               After all this time

That’s why I looked kind of sheepish….

You came as I untied the knot
     I’d only just taken the note off the string
          When you appeared
               Over my shoulder

I thought I’d done wrong
     Till I saw your light
          Then I knew I could share…

     What do you think
          About this note?

               I can’t read the words!!!

The paper is delicate
     Like lace wings

               Dark blue
                    With the prettiest design

There are words printed there
     But I can’t make them out

          Would you help me?

     You’re a writer
          Maybe you can see what I cannot

With cupped hands
     She holds the paper toward me
          In hesitant gesture

               But I don’t take it from her

‘Little Spirit
     The words…’
          I say,

          “The details are unimportant….

Let go of the need to ‘see’
     You are looking with your eyes
          In a way that has you looking backward

     You are bound only
          By the limitation
               Of your own imagination

Close your eyes
     Little Spirit,
          And look for your Mother there
               Without expectation
                    Of how she ‘should’ appear

What might you see
     And feel
          And hear?

     What might those words say
          If you listen with your heart?

     Can you allow your truth to be
          That you’ve seen her every day?
               Just not in a way you’d expect?

Close your eyes
     Little Love,
          And listen to what is
               Not what you expect there is

     Be aware of all your sense
          I suspect you’ll find
               That you’ve never been without her

          Not for the briefest of moments
               Not ever…

It is not for me to say
     What your experience might be
          Only to encourage you to imagine

               Love is never lost

Love never leaves
     It reconfigures
          In ways
               Sometimes beyond our knowing

Listen for that
     Little One

          You’ll find her there

Hold that love note to your heart
     And let is seep into the essence
          Of who you are

     I suspect you’ll discover
          With the blending of the two
               The one you long for
                    Will surrender their essence
                         In just the same way

Listen for love
     With love

     Let go of the ache
          (In the gentles way)
               To allow their essence
                    To feel you there

Allow the separation
     To be all it needs to be
          And remember to love yourself through it.’

Turning then
     Toward the fence
          Up on her tip toes
               With a smile on her face
          She sees something she had not seen before

     The place she stands
          Along the wall
               Is a gate…

Lifting the latch
     The gate sweeps open

     (So much easier
          To see this way)

               The gate is open

  Light cascades
     Within and without

     There is no separation
            Only invitation to step through

          ‘In your own time
               Little Spirit

                    In your own time…’


I have often reached out to Spirit to say, “I so wish that I could paint the beauty of the things I see in Spirit, for others to know of of their glory! Perhaps one day I will take classes and become a painter myself. Spirit is wondrous, however, far beyond our knowing; hearing and making connections for us, despite ourselves, when we reach out from our hearts. Here is an example of a painting created in spirit by a beautiful friend I have made through On Spirits’ Wings, that is clearly a representation of this very story about the spirit who came to me on this day.

With deepest, heartfelt love and appreciation for Renata Loree who created this glorious painting titled, “At The Gate” on the same day (unbeknownst to each other) that I received this spirits message. Renata is one who continually paints my heart from across the world. We are connected through Spirit in a glorious and mysterious way. Thank you for allowing me to use this image to share Spirits’ words, Renata. So much love to you!


© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings


A Message for Mpho From Beyond The Veil

A beautiful soul shared this loving message with the one he loves here on earth, after passing through the veil to the other side last month. He came to me earlier this week and then joined his sweetheart in conversation this afternoon (with me as a conduit.)

My lovely new friend, who lives in South Africa, felt that others may also find healing and comfort in his message so we agreed to share his message with you.
With love ~
When I opened my heart in meditation, these words came to me. . .
     Let me talk….
          I’d like to tell you this….
Although our time seemed short
     For me,
          Each moment has extended into millennia
               So that we can never be apart
I am savoring this now
     Dancing with the sensations of
          The warmth,
               And strength
                    And love that is you
     That is who you are to me
We are like children
     In the grand scheme of things
          There is so much to learn
I am grateful for the ‘time’ I had with you
     Wished there was more
          Simply so that I could hold you
                    I never let go
It’s not like on earth
     Where time and space
          Give a sense of separation
Here we are always One
     So that I simply can’t miss you
          The way you are missing me
So, I ache for you in your loss
     But, I don’t miss you the same way
          It’s different here
               You are with me
                    We are never apart
To say, “I love you”
     Is an understatement
          Of grand proportions
The intensity of the love I feel for you
     Is so complete
          So deep,
               So utterly unfathomable
          You are my very breath
               Within and without
Love is so much more here
     More than all the best days combined
          More than the sun
               And the stars
                    And the moon
               Wrapped up together
                    Combined at the heart
          More than all we imagined
We are all glorious Beings
     You’ll see it so clearly when you get here
Don’t come too soon
     Because once you’re here with me
          You’ll realize the whole of your life
               Was a blink of your beautiful eyes
All things there
     Are no time at all here
          It’s how I know you’ll be okay…
Don’t worry about me
     I’m happy
          And healthy
               And free
There is nothing but joyful imaginings here
     The manifestations
          Of all things good
Prepare yourself for joyful ascension
     But in your own time
     There is nothing disloyal
          About staying a little longer
          I’d do that, too
               Knowing what I now know
                    About here
                         And there
               And our relationship to one and all
Be ready when it comes
     But, don’t’ be in a hurry to get here
          I will wait
Then we can sit down together
     And talk things through
Be at peace
     In your own heart
     If you look
          You will find me there
I never left
     Not really
          Just changed the way I walk in the world
               Nothing too different in that
                    Not really….
Be patient with yourself
     In your healing
          Be at peace
               In your heart
                   I’m there
                         I am there
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Win
As part of the transmission, I asked the gentleman who was speaking with me to share some images, ideas or truths that were specific enough that his loved one here would recognize that he was indeed who he said he was.
He transmitted the idea that he was a businessman – Mpho explained that lately, the two of them had been talking about starting a business together.
Maja showed a man with a yellowish tinge around the mouth and throat area. The jaw was very tight. He was bringing attention to some sort of infection in this area. – Mpho’s beloved grandfather, a very special man in her life, passed of throat cancer. Mpho tells me that she spoke often to Maja of her grandfather and it makes sense to her that he would bring grandfather into this communication as someone very special to be remembered to her.
He showed me a beautiful bird – Mpho says she has been seeing blackbirds and  each time she sees this bird she is sure it is her love come to visit her.
The bird he showed me had blue/grey coloured feathers. The colour of the feathers was greatly emphasized as was the idea that the bird was preening its feathers with care and pride in the way it looked. – I believe there were a few ideas portrayed through the image of this bird. One being that he takes care and pride in the way he looks. Another being the colour of clothes he liked to wear. A third, perhaps, a reflection of his name which is Maja Aggrey. 
He showed himself wearing a blue/grey coloured short sleeved shirt, pressed and very smart looking. A very handsome man. Again, see the picture in his blue/grey outfit, a vest (short sleeves), and shirt. Very dapper, indeed.
I saw Maja sitting right next to Mpho on her left side and he had a beautiful, warm smile – look at the picture of the two of them! Wow!
He emphasized his very short hair. The word he chose was ‘cropped’.
Maja showed himself chewing on a piece of grass (like a farmer might). Mpho tells me that although they lived in town, his family have a farm.
I was shown a beautiful white cow, that looked different than the cows we have here in Canada. – Mpho tells me that Maja had a great love for these animals on his family farm and that his favourite of the cows was a white one. He really loved this particular animal.
Thank you Spirit, for allowing me to bear witness to the love shared between Maja in spirit and Mpho here, continuing on her earth journey. I will hold space for continued direct communication between these two beautiful souls through the birds and sense of knowing that Mpho will continue have as signs that Maja is near (You don’t need me for this Mpho. You are already attuned to that love).
Thank you Maja, for trusting me to translate your words, thoughts and emotions to Mpho. Thank you Mpho, for reaching out and allowing me a brief glimpse into your life.
In deepest gratitude,
Catherine ~
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