I am a host of some of the Helping Parents Heal meetings. I’ve seen Daniel John read before last night and during our interviews, he’s brought through little things about Shayna.

Last night, as I was interviewing Daniel for Helping Parents Heal, he mentioned a sign that Shayna used to give us.He also told my wife that there was something about earrings. She had thought about changing her earrings before the meeting because she thought they were too small to show up on the camera.

I was there just to interview Daniel. But, toward the end of the meeting, he mentioned he could do some readings if we had the time. Since all of the parents love readings, we decided to have one or two.

Earlier in the interview, I mentioned Shayna and he said he had felt her draw close. He mentioned a lamp. I told him that just a couple of hours before I was talking with a client about how signs don’t always stay the same and Shayna had not turned off our bedroom lights much lately.

One of my pet peeves is sitters, in group readings especially, who do not take the evidence for them. I’ve seen mediums struggle to get people to recognize what is for them. However, in my defense, Shayna never comes through in gallery readings. And, as the host, I expected messages for someone else. So, I wasn’t expecting at all Shayna would come through which is why I missed this!

The first thing Daniel mentioned was an M-a name and he specifically said “Matthew”. We don’t have sons. So, I thought this was for someone else. I was thinking of a Matthew in spirit. We have a nephew Matthew, Shayna’s first cousin. They are only a year or two apart in age and were extremely close in life, like brother and sister. Shayna has mentioned Matthew in readings before- almost like a brother. Both are the babies of the family so they share that bond.

Daniel said the number 13 is big. He also mentioned 22. And, he mentioned January. He said numbers are almost never wrong in his readings. Shayna’s birthday is January 13th and her sister’s birthday is on the 22nd. Still, all of this is going right over my head because I’m thinking this is certainly for someone else.

He mentioned a sense of humor. Shayna has an incredible sense of humor, the trickster fo the family.

He mentioned Tigger and said it would be significant. Shayna’s sister LOVES Winnie the Pooh. Her personality is so much like Pooh’s I sometimes call her Pooh. Daniel mentioned bouncing which Tigger is known for and is very, very much like Shayna.

He mentioned something about eyes and specifically, this was not just pretty eyes. Everyone comments about my wife’s eyes, Kayla’s eyes, and Shayna’s eyes. But, Daniel said this was specifically something else something may be wrong with the eyes and they were saying it’s OK. I don’t want to say what this is.  Because while it is public, it’s really not easy to find. But, this is very significant and I know exactly what he was talking about. It’s not something anyone looking anything up would know how to find. Let’s just say there was an issue with Shayna’s eyes that make it a very significant message for me.

He mentioned a police officer and said it was someone close. This I really didn’t pay much attention to because I cannot think of a single police officer in the family with one (long ago and not exactly a police officer) exception. However, my nephew Matthew took his state trooper exam yesterday, the day of the meeting. I did not know this at the time. This is contemporaneous evidence that Daniel could not possibly know other than through a connection.  You could not look this up.

Lastly, he mentioned the movie Gremlins. We have a small dog that Kayla calls gremlin which I always chastise her for because I tell her our dog doesn’t like being called that.

I entirely missed this reading was for us until after the meeting my wife said that Shayna might have been piggybacking and pointed out the connection to Matthew that I didn’t know. Once I went back and looked at it, I realized we could take everything I mentioned above.

So, this is my public apology to my buddy Daniel. I should have picked up on all of this. But, it’s an example of how we can miss what’s right in front of our eyes if we’re not looking for it. Gotta keep those eyes open.


Here is the video. The reading starts around 46 minutes.

I don’t know exactly what is happening. Weird stuff has been happening in our house. My iPhone went unresponsive. Then, Tywana’s phone. Then, my iPad. Then, her Fitbit. All just weird random things that were eventually all fixed after several attempts. Kayla’s work laptop stopped working. Then, her personal laptop stopped working. Both were eventually fixed. All things with no explanation. Rebooting, software reinstalls fixed them. If Shayna is sending signs by breaking things, I’ve asked her before to find another way to send signs.

Suzanne Giesemann called Tywana yesterday. Shayna dropped in on her again, as Shayna does. The lights in Suzanne’s house started flickering. Shayna told her to introduce a couple whose child had passed to us. Whenever Shayna drops in on Suzanne she gives her some evidential message to let her know it’s actually Shayna and that she’s still connected to us.

In this case, the message was a big piece of green cloth. She showed it to Suzanne as a current event. Suzanne thought maybe we were buying a pool table covered in green felt. She had no idea what it could mean. Unbeknownst to me, Tywana had spent time the day before looking at green muslin because she was thinking about making a green screen for videoconferencing.

Shayna had her arm around this little girl saying that she had met her across the veil and that she wanted Suzanne to connect her parents to us.

Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

Today is Shayna’s 20th birthday. When I asked her for a sign this morning, she reminded me she had given me a sign last night. The Alexa in our office suddenly and inexplicably stopped working with the bedroom lights. Just as inexplicably, it started working again.

This morning, I made a YouTube video using an image I use as my screensaver as the still shot for the video. I posted it to Facebook.

A friend asked if anyone knew a life coach she could refer people to. I replied with a GIF of Will Smith raising his hand.

Someone else replied to her post. So I got a notification. I went to look. What I saw was the still image I had used for the YouTube video. As I looked at it, it changed into the YouTube cover image I had used- right in front of my eyes. Then, back to the still image.


This is NOT what I replied with. But, it’s what I was able to screenshot.

I shut down Facebook and reopened the app on my phone. This is what I had actually replied with.

I have no idea how she does this.

Happy Birthday, Baby!

I talk a lot about signs because when we lose someone precious to us, we look for any indication they are around. Signs are often a subset of synchronicities, which some call “God winks.” I call them “Easter eggs” a reference to little surprises programmers put into video games for the player. More and more, the analogy of a video game make sense to me for what we experience in this physical level of All That Is.

I had a couple of interesting synchronicities yesterday. I switched hosting platforms for my website recently because I was with a one-man shop and didn’t know how I’d handle things if this dude got hit by a bus. He was supposed to give me a plan. But, since he didn’t get around to it, I switched. After a ton of research I decided to go with SiteGround for my WordPress website.

Two days ago it dawned on me that even though I had switched to the new provider, I hadn’t figured out how to recover my site in case of disaster. I didn’t talk to anyone about it, didn’t Google it. I just had the thought. Yesterday, across my phone flashes a notification from YouTube. The guy whose video feed I subscribe to had a new video. The video’s title: “How To Restore Your WordPress Backups Using Siteground.”

The funny thing is the video is less than two minutes long. The whole process takes about twenty seconds. But, now my mind is at ease because I know how to do it.

The second thing is my friend Cyrus mentioned James Randi in a post yesterday. James Randi is a former professional magician and (in)famous “debunker” and skeptic of anything supernatural. Randi is best known  for a $1 Million challenge to anyone who can prove the supernatural. My friend Kim is a professional debunker and we had a little discussion about Randi. I don’t hear about Randi often. In fact, I was pretty sure he is dead.

Fast forward to last night. Ty and I are binge-watching “The Messiah” on Netflix. I was in the kitchen when Netflix rolled from one episode to the next. Suddenly, I see James Randi’s face on the screen. I was thinking it was a commercial (I forgot we were watching Netflix). My first thought was YouTube was previewing a video based on the fact that I had seen James Randi mentioned earlier in the day. But, this wasn’t a commercial. He made a cameo appearance in the show.

This morning, I received an email from my friend, Dr. Mark Pitstick. He was working on a patient yesterday while the patient’s wife read a book as she was waiting. Mark noticed the title of the book was Grief 2 Growth, my book that he recently endorsed to his email list. The patient’s wife had bought a copy for herself and her Mom having lost some close loved ones in the last month. OK, nothing magical about that. She’s on Mark’s email list. She saw the endorsement, she got the book. But, her name: Ida. Not exactly a common name, and it happens to be my mother’s name. Yesterday, I had a reading with my friend Michelle Clare to get some direction concerning my business. She assured me I’m on the right path. I’m taking this as confirmation of that.

These aren’t signs from a particular loved one. But, they are interesting little things that pop up if we’re paying attention.


Shayna always played this game with me on my iPhone. I would typically have a picture of the two girls as my lock screen picture. Shayna would unlock my phone and replace their picture with a picture of her solo. Just a few weeks before she passed, or maybe even on a few days, she changed it to a selfie she had taken after she got her hair cut for the first (and last) time. That picture remains on my phone as the lockscreen today. She finally won the game.

Shayna has sent me several signs using my phone. This is probably the craziest one. I don’t use Apple’s Podcast app to listen to podcasts anymore. But, one day, for some reason, I opened the app and looked at my podcast. The cover image for the podcast instead of being my podcast cover was a picture I took of Shayna when she was about two years old. It’s one of my favorite pictures of her. She is building a tower with giant Lego type blocks. There is this look of determination on her face as she looked up to the block she was affixing to the top of the tower, over her head. I believe that was the day I said that I hoped she used her significant power for good, not evil.

I was flabbergasted and in a bit of a panic. I hadn’t used this image on a podcast. I certainly didn’t change my podcast cover to this image. I went to iTunes and checked my podcast site. The image was fine. I went to my podcast host and checked. The image was fine. I checked the other podcast apps on my phone, Overcast and Castbox. All fine.

It’s several weeks later. If I look at my podcast on my phone, the cover for my podcast is that picture of Shayna and every episode has that picture as it’s artwork as well.

What It Should Look Like


On My Phone Only



This is what the podcast should look like


What it looks like on my phone

This is Diana Blum’s episode. You can see above, the image should be a picture of Diana.

This is Diana Blum’s episode. You can see two photos above, the image should be a picture of Diana.

“If we provide our service not solely for the monetary reward but in the spirit of love and dedication, this will be reflected in the quality of our afterlife and will make our work much more gratifying and enjoyable in the process.”

Jurgen Ziewe
  Vistas of Infinity

Yesterday, my friend Ruth Altschuler was giving me a flower essence session, a service that is similar to homeopathy. As we were discussing my issues, I was telling her of the frustration I’m experiencing working on one business that seems to be winding down and another that is still in its infancy. Ruth, in addition to offering me some very practical advice was talking me through this.

As we spoke, the song “Just One Victory” came to mind again. Sometimes, you just need that one thing to go right to signal you that everything will be OK. A couple of weeks ago I got a lead on a part-time job that would be perfect for me. But, of course, after hearing of the opportunity, I had heard nothing in spite of checking in a couple of times. It’s the old “hurry up and wait.” I know everything happens in “divine timing.” But, I’m human. I want things to happen now.

I told Ruth if that would just come through, it would go a long way toward brightening my mood. While we were on the call, I received this email from the person who told me about the opportunity. They are getting ready to set up training. I know next week is a holiday but do you guys have any availability next week?” Looks like it’s going to happen.

Later in the evening, I got the Friday Afterlife Report from Victor Zammit with the quote from Jurgen as the headline. What came to mind was that Jesus said to store up treasure in Heaven. There’s no monetary compensation for the work yet. I’m putting more out than it’s bringing in.

I’ll take those as indications I’m on the right path.

Last night I interviewed a physical medium. As a physical medium, apports appear in his presence. Coins, feathers, crystals will spontaneously appear “out of nowhere.”  He told me the story of someone he was speaking with about apports and she said “I want an apport.” and immediately a coin (if I call correctly) landed on his shoulder.

I’ve seen him on the one other interview he has given and during that interview, a feather floated down behind him, out of nowhere, indoors.

As we were doing the interview, I kept expecting something to fall on him or behind him. But, it didn’t happen. The thought that came to me afterward was “You do not have because you do not ask.”

This morning, as I was lying in bed, I thought “I’m going to ask. I want to find a coin on my walk today. Then, I thought I should be more specific. I asked for a dime.”

As I was walking, I looked down and spotted a coin on the road up ahead of me. As I drew closer I realized it was not a dime. It was a quarter. I remembered the medium saying we don’t always get what we want or expect. I put the quarter in my pocket and gave thanks for receiving the sign.

When I was nearing the house, I thought I should check the year of the quarter because sometimes the years of coins you find correspond to significant years. The year is 2015, the year Shayna transitioned.


One week ago today, I was in Bardstown, KY attending the Bourbon Festival when I got a notification on my phone. Helen started a Facebook Messenger group to tell us that our friend, Eric Middlebrook, had transitioned the day before. Eric passed unexpectedly, due to complications from surgery the week before that.

I was stunned. I didn’t tell Ty because I didn’t want to shock her while we were out in public. Eric and Pam are friends we had met at Nexus church. We attended together for years. We hadn’t seen Eric and Pam in a while. But, I keep in pretty close contact with Pam via Facebook. Their daughter Cydney also attended Nexus with us.

My heart immediately broke for Pam and for Cydney. Eric and Pam found each other later in life, after each had started families  with other spouses. They cherished each other. It was evident every time you saw them. Eric and Pam seemed to have been made for each other.

Eric is one of those guys about whom it is said: “He never meets a stranger.” Eric led a band of brothers he dubbed “The Good Time Dudes.” This group would go on adventures; hunting, fishing, motorcycling, whatever. Many of Eric’s friends were lifelong friends, from the time he was a child growing up not too far away in Hamilton, OH.

His funeral was held was in a park not far from us. The service was precisely as Eric would have had it. There was a formal portion of the service. But, the dress code was casual. The service was in a shelter in the park. We were invited to stick around after the service for festivities, as Eric would have had them.

I usually do not attend funerals that I don’t have an absolute responsibility to attend. I wanted to be there for Pam and Cydney. However, I knew Eric’s service would have more than enough people there to support them. I was not friends with many of Eric’s friends and felt my presence there might be a bit awkward. Tywana and I decided to go at least for the service to add our presence to what we knew would be a massive crowd there to honor Eric.

When we got there, the line to pay respects to Pam was long, as I expected it to be. The service was scheduled to start in a few minutes. Instead of taking the place of a family member or a closer friend in line, we made our way to a seat. In case I didn’t get the chance to speak to Pam before we left, I checked in on Facebook so she would at least know I had been there.

Several of Eric’s friends eulogized him during the service. No one could remember ever having a cross word with Eric. The stories were all about how much Eric loved every second of life and how he extracted every drop of joy life had to offer out of every second he was here.

The formal part of the service ended, and we were invited to stay for the festivities, as Eric would have had them. As Tywana and I were talking to Helen and her family, I smelled a cigar. Then, I noticed people were walking around with bourbon, in Glencairn glasses. This was certainly Eric’s service, done right! I was reminded of Lukas Graham’s “Funeral” which is to be played at my service.

Pam was available to talk. So, we made our way up to where she was. Having gone through the sudden loss of Shayna, I have some idea of what she’s feeling. There is shock. There is that unreal sensation when you leave the hospital without the person you took in. There is the rejection of this life you did not plan. Tywana and consoled Pam as much as possible. Pam had gotten my book on grief and told me she listened to it twice during the week. I am grateful it brought her some comfort. I assured her that Eric is still here and that I meant that literally. He is right here, right now.

I told Pam to give me a call in a few weeks after everyone has gone back to their routines. She said she wanted to. She wanted to know what to expect. She wanted to know about the signs. Then, she told us about signs she had already gotten from Eric in just these seven days. Goosebumps broke out all over my body as she relayed her story.

At Pam’s encouragement, I went inside to get a glass of bourbon to have in Eric’s honor. I mean, how could I not? I grabbed a cigar that one of Eric’s buddies had brought and Tywana and I mingled a bit. She pointed out that one of the guys there was wearing the same shirt I was wearing.

A few minutes later, one of Eric’s friends noticed I was wearing the same shirt as this young man, and he wanted us to pose for a picture. The shirt is a button-up floral print shirt.

I made my way over to where this young man was standing. We posed for the picture. I extended my hand, and we introduced ourselves. His name is Tyler. Then, someone told me that Tyler is Eric’s youngest son. I had never met Tyler.

The odd thing is that I struggled with deciding what to wear to the service. It was hot, the mid to upper 80s. So, I had to wear shorts. I typically dress to stand out. But, I wanted to be respectful and not wear something that would draw too much attention. The majority of the time, I grab something with barely a thought, put it on and go. I had another shirt on that Tywana said was fine. But, I thought it was too loud. I changed it and put on the floral print shirt.


Tyler and me. Obviously a man of impeccable taste.

It wasn’t until after I had left the service that I realized that one of the signs Pam had asked for had taken place there. I have many shirts I could have chosen to wear that day. The odds that Tyler and I would have the same shirt are pretty small. Conservatively, I chose from about twenty shirts. If Tyler chose from half that many, the odds we were wearing the same shirt were very slim.  The fact that we both have the shirt is an interesting coincidence. The fact that we both chose to wear it to Eric’s service, I don’t think was a coincidence. When things like this happen, the engineer in me kicks in and try to calculate the “p value”, the chance of the event happening randomly. I can’t say what the odds are of Tyler and me having the same shirt. But, if you multiply that by the odds of us both choosing it on that day, I think the odds are less than one in a thousand, easily Somewhere there is a picture. I hope Pam gets the picture.

Eric, we know you’re still here, and we know you’ll make your presence known. You’re too much of a force not to.

I have no idea how this happened. I came back to my desk and this photo was showing in Apple Photos. The last time I was in Apple Photos, I was putting pictures into Kayla’s College Graduation album. I had rebooted my computer and Apple Photos opened up.

The program was stuck on this photo. It was full screen and rotated 90º. The program was unresponsive. I could not open up the album or change anything. This is a screenshot because I could not minimize it. I right clicked and checked the Info screen. Most of the info screen was blank and said “Kayla’s College Graduation” at the top- the last album I was in. But, there was no way this picture should have been in that album. In fact, it’s not in that album.

I don’t know who the girls are. (update- Ty tells me they were on Shayna’s national volleyball team)  It’s a selfie from Shayna’s phone. It had to be taken right before she passed because her hair is short.

Then, right after this happened, I got this message from a medium friend that I was a test subject for in a reading. We have since become friends.

I was just thinking about you last night. Every evening, it’s my me time of the day so I reflect on the day and send healing etc, anyway I looked up and there’s your daughter with another young male I had seen with her, maybe Beth’s son, not sure. She’s smiling and happy and she says, Daddy. So that brought you to mind and I remember just how scared and intimidated I was to talk with you when I texted! I was so nervous you have no idea and that was my worst reading in the history of me, so sure I blew it! Anyway we just shared a small laugh about that and she said no he isn’t intimidating to me and held up her fingers like she had you wrapped around her little finger, it makes me smile now. Anyway just wanted to share!

Just the day before I found a feather on my walk, the first one in months. Three messages from Shayna in just a couple of days. She’s been on my mind more than usual, if that’s possible, because we all missed her so much at Kayla’s graduation. But, I knew she’d find a way to show up!

First thing, I had a dream about Shayna last night. It felt a lot like a visit. I had heard she was around. But, I hadn’t seen her. I was with Tywana and Kayla in a large church sanctuary and I was on my way out. I looked over and Shayna was sitting there in the pew directly in front of Tywana and Kayla. I went over to her and told her how good it was to see her. I don’t think she spoke. She was a little younger than she was when she passed, probably around twelve years old or so. I was able to grab her face and kiss her on the cheek. I told her that I couldn’t wait to see her again. Just as I said it, I realized the irony as I was seeing her and holding her at this moment. I knew this was temporary, but I don’t recall knowing it was a dream.

Something strange is happening that I don’t have a name for though. It’s not precognition. I don’t know what is going to happen. If this were happening in a movie or a novel, I guess it’d be called foreshadowing. Things like having a dream of my mailbox being knocked down and the next day on my walk finding a mailbox knocked to the ground. Listening to someone talk about a sign they would get from their daughter being a stranger stopping them and saying they knew her daughter and less than half an hour later, a stranger I had never met stopped me and told me she knew Shayna. This seems to be happening more often.

Yesterday, I was walking and listening to Russell Brand’s podcast. I was trying to recall a television character who is indecisive. I was having trouble coming up with the character. Then, it dawned on me. It was Chidi from “The Good Place”. I can’t remember why I was even trying to recall this character. But, I thought of him yesterday. Also, yesterday, as I was listening to Russell Brand, he read comments about a prior episode I had decided I was not going to listen to. The title had something to do with porn and I wasn’t all that interested. Based on the comments about the episode I downloaded it and decided to listen to it today. Near the end of the episode, the guest asked Russell if he had heard of the American television show “The Good Place”. I thought: “That’s odd. I was just thinking of ‘The Good Place'” yesterday. Then, out of all of the characters on the show, he mentioned Chidi, the indecisive college ethics professor. His point is that Chidi reminds him of himself.

Dr. Gary Schwartz, who I have the privilege of working with, in a peripheral capacity, is obsessed with synchronicities. I started to do my Gary analysis. How often do I think of “The Good Place”? Well, not that often. It’s in hiatus right now. Chidi is my favorite character on the show. So, my thinking of him, in particular, isn’t that surprising. But, what are the odds the next day I would listen to a podcast episode where the guest mentions “The Good Place” and Chidi? And, what does it mean, if anything? What are these coincidences even called?