A message I keep hearing this week. Thought I'd start there. I sure hope so. My dad won jitterbug trophies & was on Bandstand. He LOVED to dance. He taught me how. I need to dance more. If you're new here or ever wondered, I've not seen ghosts since I was a child. My childhood was spent in survival mode as I was the constant target of ridicule and bullies. My life was altered when I stopped breathing during a routine procedure in 2001. I didn't see a light or a tunnel, or l

In 2016, my boyfriend and I were putzing around Jim Thorpe and found ourselves at the Anita Shapolsky Foundation. When the room became empty, I started tuning into the unseen energy conscisouly or subconciously. Jim did too. We were both on opposite sides of the room. The shift in energy was unspoken but felt. Then, we both ended up on the stage. That's when I realized, he too was "tuned in" to the people in spirit, in the room with us. The Anita Shapolsky Art Foundtatio

Me: I wish I could show the world what I see Mom, or what I've seen. My Mom: Then you wouldn't be special. Me: I don't want to be special Mom. I just want people to know they can transform, that they can be better people. I'll start with what I hear. In search of anyone willing to help me work on a communications project between technology and the dead. I've been shown something so beautiful from spirit but I don't know how to technologically make it happen. I have the c

Two weeks ago, was one of the most magnificent reading experiences with a client - ever. With permission, I'm writing but changing her name for privacy. Bianca is a really powerful woman. She, like me, is a multiverse artist, traveler and intutive. When she booked I felt honored but tbh, a tiny bit nervous! I'd also had a shoot for my film that morning at 6am, but would literally be forced to reschedule, sit and focus on Biancas one on one "because it's her day". And so, o

I don't know the exact timing of this story in correlation to when I "woke up" from my surgery with my esoteric gifts but it was sometime after. One morning commute, I was riding the N Judah in San Francisco to work. It's a long ride from the inner sunset to downtown and I sat on the isle in a two seat where was a woman already next to the window with with an enormous amount of bags by her feet. I wasn't in the chatting mood this particular day but she introduced herself as

I had a few encounters with "otherworldly beings" not just spirit/ghosts. I recently blogged about my encounter the Pledians. However that wasn't my only encounter. Here's my recent appearance on Eric Mintel Investigates to explain. And please forgive my very windblown hair!! LOL! As always, I'm super excited to be of service and look forward to booking a session with you. DM for availability. Michgall@gmail.com Michelle

**This is a story from almost 20 years ago and does not reflect the current workers or state of affairs at Nicks Lake House. DEAD boss continued to make great demands at work. Much to my dismay he went away for quite some time but now, he's back. He spoke to me Sunday morning in the fall. Of course, again, He presented as angry & not wanting to deal with this energy, I insisted he leave me alone. (NOTE: my left hand itched for 15 minutes after this event) For the record

Shortly after opening my first retail space in downtown Jim Thorpe, a man we’ll call Richard, and I do mean Dick for short, approached my then business partner Regina about wanting to teach metaphysical classes in my reading space which also doubled as our art gallery. And Regina thought we should "hear him out". Dick was very intense. He focused with laser type precision on me when the three of us had our interview/meeting. He could tell that he was failing to impress me wit

I was living in San Francisco during 9/11. Then came my own near death experience. To cope with the extremes of grief, I leaned into multimedia collage and occasionally toyed with film making to slowly unpack my new life. Nothing would be the same and everything would be viewed through a kaleidoscope of spirituality and art. A year later, I picked up a paint brush to give structure to the ghosts I was seeing. Not long after I was in my first art show at Studio Z. For the la

Tikkun Olam, repairing the world/creation. It was the message Mr. Rogers, the Presbyterian Minister turned TV star, came out of retirement with, to help us repair ‘the brokenness’ after September 11th. “When I was a boy,” he recalled, “and I would see scary things in the news, MY MOTHER would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” I could cite at least a dozen more profound statements or moments from the film but I’d much rather talk

And from that moment on, everything changed. It was 2001, during a routine hernia surgery. From the get, the Doctor already said inguinal hernia was very much not common in twenty something women. Great. So when I woke up in what was known at the time as St. Francis Hospital post op, I definitely didn't understand why my chest and my throat were on fire since they, you know worked on my crotch! Groggy, I buzzed for a nurse. Tears ran down my face. I couldn't even speak. When

One regularly scheduled meeting with my friend & mentor, Arlene Duggan, I felt two male spirits with us so I made it known. "Let's see who it is, shall we?" She suggested. I tuned in. A man, In his forties, red flannel shirt, twiddling his thumbs. Anxious. I noted. "He's with the land. He's the last of his family line. They migrated from England. He's portly, not obese but a bigger man. " Arlene added. "I see goats. Two." I chuckled. "And chickens, dogs and a small cottage.

I have availability for 2x one hour in person and/or online one on one sessions Thursday May 7th in the afternoon/ early evening. If you want to sit for a spell with me in this beautiful room where I invite your guides and mine to converge into a beautiful spirit soiree, please email me at Michgall@gmail.com for availability and rates. We are living in such uncertain times. Allow me bring you comfort, peace and healing. Michelle

I've never shared this story before for the same reasons I stopped doing readings all together for a time period, I wanted my daughter to have a semi-normal life. We were already getting stopped at the super market and on the street. People have no boundaries and would place upon me while holding my daughters hand in public their spirit filled rants or questions leaving us both wondering "why can't we just have super fun alone time?" As a single mom, I drew a lot of lines but

It was a warm, sunny Saturday. The outside bar at Nick's was open, and I was finally working.The weather was finally warm. Rain seemed like a bad dream we all needed to escape. Luckily, there were no trace of clouds but the muggy air could have a choking effect if you didn’t pace yourself right. The first customers of the day were an older couple, regulars. We’ll call them the Jamesons. They were sweet and definitely loved their chardonnay. They eagerly spectated and by the

Since my haunting incident with Helen at Broney's, I hadn't had an outbreak of flaming, after midnight, skin rash until I started vividly dreaming about my dead, very angry boss from Nicks Lake House. Come in the way back machine with me to 2008-9. For work, I was bartending mostly outside at this prominent Pocono's attraction. You may or may not know, with any physical work or addition to an existing building or foundation the energetic vibration are shook, cosmic dust is ba

For my moms 75th birthday, I insisted we do something extrodinary because it's a once in a lifetime milestone and the world has changed so much since my dad passed. She hasn't been the same since. None of us have. She picked Nashville. (Gulp). Those close to me, know music is my first love but country music is not. And being a girl off the sauce, this is not a dream vacation for me. My nervous system was wrecked getting there. Social media was showing me posts of bomb threat

From the moment Phyllis Curotts Book of Shadows flung itself into my life, I couldn't escape the word Witch even though I had tried to wiggle around it. At first, it was a mysterious love affair. I wanted to know, read, feel and absorb everything witchy. The more I learned, the more curious, and hungry I became. What was this historical information so purposefully left out of my upbringing? Of course we studied the Salem Witch trials in history class. But glory be that we

The cure for love, is still in most cases that ancient radical medicine: love in return. - (Daybreak, Neitzsche) The WORLD needs more love letters. I firmly stand behind this (again). There's too much chaos, madness, sadness and death permeating the air, infecting us with its treason, fear, spite and revenge. Love is often the harder choice when shit is hitting the proverbial fan blowing a ton of WTF at us. Man is it ever. Love should be injected into each person and area

Eleven years ago, I won a mentorship with James Van Praagh. For those of you who don't know, he's an internationally famous spiritual medium who's also a best selling author, producer, TV personality and screenwriter. He was a Co-Executive Producer on The Ghost Whisperer and often brought it up in class. At the time I entered the contest for the mentorship, I was in a place where I wanted to understand more about what was happening to me personally as a channel and of course