Short Autobiography :

-I was born the youngest of six children and was one of the lucky ones to have had a wonderful upbringing. My father guided us with his knowledge in music and shared with us his profound love for it. He was the sole provider as my mother dedicated her life to care for us, their six children. (6 under 10). My mother was my hero, a kind and delicate earth angel and my role model through life. My father was a strong hard working man, and extremely funny. They were both very understanding when it came to me expressing myself regarding my abilities. My parents are both deceased now but still very much involved in my life. My parents and siblings also have abilities and some are stronger than others. And I, shared them with my two children. My daughter Jessie also does readings with me at specific events.

I knew at an early age that I was different. I could sense stuff that no one told me. At 7 years old, I could feel pain from others and sadness in the deepest of their souls. The pain would lessen as they got further and soon all sadness and pain would dissipate. It took me years to understand this and learn how to protect and ground myself as best as I could and especially in public. I would tell my mom who thought it was anxiety at the time, as it made me feel like I had done something wrong, like a guilty feeling but I hadn’t done anything to cause this feeling. It was difficult to just let it go at times especially when the energy was so strong. My Mom told me to go see her when this happened until it passed. I’d find her (usually knitting hats or mittens, scarfs for one of us) and I’d sit at her feet and lay my head on her lap. She would lovingly rub my hair for a few minutes and then she always went back to her knitting until the feeling went away. I did that for years. I think until I moved out. What an Angel from heaven she was!

Speaking of Angels, Ive known my guardian Angel David for a long time. When he was around me, I never felt alone or scared! It felt a presence and nothing more! He would be at my bedroom door (entrance) standing there waiting. Sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of his smile or his wings in a form of a vision. I never knew his name for a long time but I knew he was there. I didn’t talk much to him because words where not needed. Id glance at him from time to time. I must have been around 6 or 7 years old when I first saw him clearer. By 10 years old, I saw all of him with his long curly blonde hair and muscles that resembled Mr Clean. I would even mimic his stance of leaning against the corner of my room at the door with a grimace, as any other teasing child would do and he would smile then disappear out of my focus. Today, I feel so terrible for doing that but he felt like he was one of my brothers. It felt like unconditional love then and still today. He looked like he was in his 20’s and his appearance was very strong. Today he looks the same but older yet younger than I am. I high five him as I know where he is always. Standing on my left hand side behind me. David (pronounced in French dah-VEED). (For more angelic stories from David and I, please look at the Blog with his name.)

Around 8 years old, I prayed every night before I closed my eyes. I kid you not, prayers were answered as quickly as the next day by a sign or an event that would take place… and sometimes… I’d receive nothing at all that would frustrate me so much. I was already spoiled. Id pray for the craziest thing like putting all of my pennies in a penny sale item at our church event and somehow in the long run, I knew I was going to get it. My silly example to this story is about a record player at the penny sale where I begged all my siblings for their pennies and gave everything I had in the box in front of it to win it, but sadly some other family got it. My dad asked me if I was mad at God for letting me down and I said no because I’ll have it one day… and I did. Another family may have won the record player, as predicted, not too long afterwards they gave it to my brother Alain who was dating their daughter at the time. When I saw the record player come into my house in my brothers arms I was so excited. I was bursting with joy but so was my brother as he loved it too. So it wasn’t mine yet. I told my brother the story and he was willing to give it to me right then and there, but instead, I made him promise me that when he was done with it, he would pass it down to me and one day he did. “You still want this?” he asked me. OMG!!! I was SOOO excited. It was finally mine. Eventually the turn table stopped turning but I kept it for the radio use.

On Sundays, we would go to church and when the priest would bless the wine and bread and he would lift the chalice upwards towards heaven, I would see two of the most beautiful white Archangels appear on each sides of the priest. They would then, stretch their wings and the white glowing wing tip would be impossible to see for they would disappear in the ceiling until I adjusted my eyes again. The priest would become a glowing light. When i’d tell my mom during these angelic scenes, she would tell me that it was because I was tired and that I should bow my head as a sign of respect, which I did. One day I asked to be excused at that same moment during the mass to go see if I saw the tips on the top of the roof and of course, I did see them and got caught by one of the church committee members. The White Archangel wings mimic the Fairy blue lights I have hanging in my office right now from Canadian Tire. I didn’t see the Archangels every Sunday or with all priests, but when I did, it was angelic. And I just saw them a few months ago at a family funeral. It was just a glimpse but long enough for me to see them. I’m am grateful for the vision.

Around 8 or 9, I would find things out that my parents didn’t want me to know and when I’d wake up with the answer and tell them, they would question the other siblings to find out who told me. I would tell them that I saw it in my dreams with my eyes open or closed. This brought me a lot of confusion and doubt in myself. I’d receive messages and only told my mom or dad who either told me to keep it to myself or that they would talk to the priest about it and he would take care of it.

Grade school was the time I saw my first aura that I can remember developing. Like all school kids staring at the teacher for a long period of time, gave us the opportunity to study they’re aura. Id go in a “state of daze” a teacher told my mom. She said that I was listening but not focusing because she needed to repeat the assignment to me each time. So, I was on watch for a few weeks and then I stopped using that ability and the teacher would move around more often. Back then for me, the colors around the teacher was at first “clear” that I would envision magnified, then the next color was either lighter or darker. No specific colors. I saw that same aura around her for the entire school year. Then change for a new teacher year after year. It got difficult at times as I had to keep moving my head around side to side to avoid seeing their aura all the time. Today for me the auras are more intense and brighter with colors more pronounced and theirs movement are flued with glitter lights that make everything clearer. I use this ability in my Reiki sessions.

I was never scared of death. I was scared of getting hurt and feeling alone but death did not scare me. Then at the age of 10, my sister’s friend (and also our neighbour) brother died during a family get together that they were celebrating. My sister was also there as a guest. When she left their house and came home to tell my Mom what happened, he followed her and she walked in the house saying. “Go back, Go back home stop following me” and he did go back home… But before he did, I came out of my bedroom and saw him standing there next to my sister. He kept trying to get my sisters attention. Everywhere she went he was there trying to talk to her. My mom tried to calm her down and that’s when I knew my sister could feel him and see him too. I spoke up and asked my mother “Why doesn’t he still have all his acne on his face?” and my mother looked at me and asked “You see him too?” I thought she was going to faint. She then sent me to my room and concentrated on my sister who was trying to share with her the sad event that had just happened. That night my parents asked us questions to see who of the six children had these active senses and we all did. Some stronger than others.

Between the ages of 12 and 17 I would pay more attention to others in my prayer group that I belonged to. Ive had many different prayer groups along the way and into my adult age also. Back then, and during our prayer group sessions, I would see a mist of aura hovering over top of us as we sat in a circle (this would also happen while at a Shamanic retreat). I would look around at the participants who were chanting to themselves, while these beautiful colors that got brighter and brighter as their energy deepened into prayer where dancing while above us. I remember mostly yellow being the brightest. If their was a participant who was in need of prayer, and that they did “Hands on Healing” I would then see a green glow.

After reading what happened in grade school, that’s how it was until high school in my teenage years. I believe that my abilities got so strong without me saying anything to anyone except for my parents, that it was noticed by some of my teachers and one of them who tried to make me talk was, Monsieur Barry Michaud. A legend! He cared a lot for the students but I just couldn’t tell him as it was a secret. He is passed today but for those who knew him, he was all about helping the students. He was there when one of the students that I never spoke to ever, always seemed to be in my radar and without knowing how to stop myself from being near her or feeling my feet go towards her on their own, i’d be standing in front of her saying. “Dont go to that party on Saturday”. I might have repeated this at least 10 times. After the weekend, police came over but of course, left without any information on who, what, where when and why as I didn’t know the answers. All I knew was that she shouldn’t go to this party. I cant give you her name as she would not appreciate that but just know that she went to the party anyway and it didn’t go well. I never seen her again and if she ever reads this, id love for her to reach out to me.

By now you must believe me when I tell you that I went to see if being a nun was in my destiny. So at 15 years old, I went to spend a weekend at a convent. I wasn’t sure if this was my calling but soon realised with all of the requirements, that it wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to have to marry Jesus and have to share him with all of the other nun’s. That was my excuse. lol

And on that weekend, I met Père Jean-Paul Régimbal. My parents came to get me from the convent and brought me to where he was giving a lecture to a crowd of young people who stood listening. I found it very long and was getting bored quickly. I moved away to see what he looked like on stage at the microphone and our eyes met. He stopped talking for a moment. I dont remember if he finished his preaching but I noticed people moving so I looked to see what was happening and I saw him coming in my direction. He stopped and looked at me in my eyes and put his palm on my forehead and said “You will one day follow”. I pulled his hand from my forehead and said, “No no, i’m staying with my mom” he looked at my mother and said “Do you understand that she will be following me?” and my mother nodded yes and Pere Régimbal walked away. I saw him again at his weekend retreat when I was older and by the end of the retreat, I was up on stage with a guitar and sang a song that I had recently written in front of many young adults. The song was called “Le crie de lame” in English “The cry of the soul”. It had reached and touched many people with those words that I had written that one day.

As I got older I started to meditate more and got closer to my Guardian Angel David. He helped me everyday to open my mind’s eye and learned to use my sense. I was guided to work with Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael who showed me how I could see anytime and anywhere. And still I kept it a secret from my friends but not my family. Especially my dad. My dad was worried at one time that maybe I had a spirit attached to me and had bought me a hanging holy water font (stoup) where you dip a finger in the water and make the sign of the cross. I did it for a few weeks and nothing changed. He added oil from church and that didn’t change anything but stain a shirts or two. It stayed there empty until I moved out and of course., so did David.

Eventually I met my guides and stronger Archangels. My senses opened a lot more and became clearer. I listened to every word my guides and Archangels said. In my 30’s I did readings as a fun event and eventually with convincing of my friends Cindy and Leona, I’ve become a Clairvoyant Psychic Medium and charging for my services. I did many clearing of house haunting for the paranormal activities and finally retired when I turned 50 years old. Its a vast and complicated subject that if not done correctly and not self cleans correctly, you can carry the energies back home with you. My deepest gratitude for my abilities is to connect past loved ones with the living. I guide my clients to feel energies (if willing) and let the mother feel the energy of their child or vise versa one more time. Its a beautiful experience and one that I use myself with my Mom and Dad who have both past on.

How it works: I look into your eyes and let the other side come through. I no longer see you but only the other side. I can see all around you, including the people who have passed, your road of life, your Guardian Angel and guides. I repeat what they tell me and give you a play by play of every emotion, smell, description of picture or symbols they share. I use all of my six senses.

I continue to further develop my abilities through ancient healing training, Shamanism, Reiki and with the help of my Guardian Angel David, my loving Guides and also I work directly with many Archangels. I have a wonderful Team.

Id love to invite you to keep reading my Blogs as I will be adding more of my experience and journeys throughout my life. Not that I am different from anyone else but just more in tuned to help guide others.

Thank you for reading this far and hope to have a reading with you soon,

Guylaine

Sylvia Brown once said… “I wish you could see what I see”… I wish the exact same !

Here is one of my angelic experiences I had with Dah-VEED (David) 2008

Falling down the stairs:

Kids were young and I was gathering laundry on the top floor and heading to the main floor where the washer and dryer was located. My husband was outside working on our fence that had fallen down from a strong wind the night before.

Reaching the wooden staircase barefoot, one of my daughter’s dress had fallen from the full basket and I somehow ended up with my foot and all my weight on it. I felt myself floating in the air and landed half way down the 15 stairs to then land ever so softly and feeling the wooded stair under my bare feet like time had slowed right down to almost a stop. I thought I was done but soon I was back again floating to slowly landing ever so softly once again at the base of the stairs in the same way. Very slowly and delicately feeling the wooden step under my feet like I weight nothing. I remember thinking “Nothing hurt anywhere! I was okay?

Still holding the now empty basket, I turned towards the stairs while hearing the children running full speed towards me from the basement and that’s when I saw the laundry scattered all over the stairs.

My children mentioned that what they both heard was “Ahhhhhh BANG!”…. and again…. “Ahhhhhhh BANG!” and not at all what I had just experienced. Devine Intervention?

Made my way outside to hug my husband, holding him so tightly trying to process everything and realizing what had just happened. I had just experienced my second “Divine Intervention”

For this reason, “Workshop Meet your Gardian Angel” was put together by David and myself so others can appreciate how powerful our Gardian Angels can be.

Merci David… Je t’aime !

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