Thoughts Become Things

Often times, I’m asked how did you do that?  Or what do you differently than I, to accomplish what you have accomplished?

Here’s a story of something that’s been unfolding over the past three plus years. A young man, Brian, came to one of my sales in 2013 or 2014, asking questions of what’s good to buy to resale.  Since I believe that there’s enough for everyone, I informed him of several items that might turn a profit.  In so doing, he returned many times to buy from my sales and now works for me.

Over the past few years, we’ve chatted of how the universal energies take over the `how’ when we have a new goal to reach or something we want to purchase and haven’t a clue of where the money will come from.

I know that the `how’ is present in the ether’s and yet often elusive to we mere humans.

This kind young man has often stated he wants to begin his own estate sale business, of which I continue to encourage and teach him how to help clients during the process.

Over the years he’s told me that when he mentioned to other estate sale companies, that Victoria is helping him learn about the business, they exclaim…why would she teach you her business?  That will only take away from her.  Not true….

I’ve taught him that there’s enough for everyone no matter what business you’re in.

It is so.

Recently, a young man visited my eldest son at my home at which time we all chatted of metaphysics and the powers that BE.  The young man mentioned consciousness and the subconscious wondering what it’s all about.  When finally I stated my thought….

We are conscious when we wake – but are we awake while conscious?

Most go through life conscious – but not awake to what is.

To me, the what is…is awareness within the awake state.  I’ve taught Brian to be aware and he has listened.  He’s learning to trust in universal energies and that the powers that BE almost magically catapult us forward when we’re in line with our goals.

He’s paid close attention so much so, that now he’s rented a store front on Clayton Road and calls it The Brass Alligator opening this week!

There’s more to our awake state.

Listen, hear between the lines to full awareness.

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Early One Morning + mind chaos….

I’m driving along the highway recalling a tune my sister Debbie used to sing (deceased December 19, 1997).  I believe it’s called Early One Morning.  She had such a grand yet soft, melodious quiver to her singing voice.  So gently, so like my little sister.  Sweet!

Lyrics – click the O to hear the melody.  O

Early one morning before the sun had risen,
I had a bluebird in the fields gayly sing (she sang…I heard a bluebird in the fields so gayly singing)
South winds are blowing, Green grass is growing.
Welcome to herald the merry spring.  (she sang-we have come to tell you of an early spring)

I don’t even recall this second verse, however it does seem sweet too!

One autumn afternoon just as the sun was setting,
I heard a bluebird on a tree pipe a song.
Farewell, we’re going, Cold winds are blowing.
But we’ll be back when the days grow long.

While humming the tune above, I noted cars scurrying here and there and began thinking about their possible hurried thoughts this morn.

Did I make the bed?

Did I latch/lock the door?

Do I have cash for lunch?

Did Edmond do his homework and what about Della, did she finish hers?

Did Amelia finish her science homework?

Did I set the house alarm?

Did I feed the cat and does he have water in his bowl?

Did I shut the garage door?  Maybe I should drive back to check.

Often times I do a quick scan of the clothes I have on and then question if I have on house slippers (because my shoes are so comfy) to note I am not wearing my slippers!

Then I begin thinking, maybe I need to buy another pair of these comfy shoes.  Sure, I’ll add that to my shopping list.  

I think….think….think as I drive….many thoughts, as most probably do….such as:

I’ll be on time to my appointment this afternoon.  Nope, there’s that school bus up ahead letting out a group of kids, so I sit a few minutes tapping my fingers.

I have to watch my windshield behind this truck, so I move.  Last year the windshield costs me $327, don’t want to pay that again so I’ll be careful not to drive behind construction trucks.

I have to pay the bills tonight, don’t want any late fees!  

As I lay my weary head on my soft clean pillow and snuggle into the bed, I thank all that is and off to dreamland….

Oh, the house, so beautiful, my sanctuary….I did all that time allowed for today….I’ll deal with missed items tomorrow.

After all tomorrow is another day.….

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My wonderful workers!

Last weekend, I stated in an earlier blog, was one for the books!

I’m adding this new bit of information of my workers, so all know the magnitude of what we do when under the gun.

The first day, a fast, furious and fulfilling day!  My youngest daughter Ashley, my brother Dwayne, my dear friend Brian and friend Jeremy worked their tales off!  So many came, viewed and spent money on large organized inventory, previously mentioned a few days ago.  So I won’t burden you with that….however, I do want all to know the pith of my workers.

The second day, Sunday, a `good ole guy’ with like workers, generally does the clean out at the sales end and has for over four years.  Sadly, something went amiss.  He never showed up nor called.  Still, today, no answer or call from him.  Sick?  I wonder.

The homeowner needed all remaining items out of the house Sunday afternoon-evening in order for her cleaning people to spruce up the home, Monday, for Tuesday’s closing. Yes, often times we’re at the tail end of a house sale.  When time is of the essence, as this was, all workers click along within the final perimeters to make things run smoothly. Except for the clean-out guy and crew who never showed up!

Annoyed, yes!  However, I was determined to make sure all the remaining items were removed and to assure the homeowner her closing would not be thwarted.  She is very kind and gifted my crew and I all the remaining items we wanted calling these gifts our bonus.  Goodness, what a lady!

My crew knew what to do.  It was 4 p.m. when I asked all if they could stay and help move the final items from a few rooms to the garage, they all said a resounding, yes!  I was and am a privileged boss to have such a grand crew!

I began packing items in the living and dining rooms.  The men carried items from the basement and lower family room to the garage.  Then gathered a few items on the split level upper bedrooms.  Then carried a few items from the first floor family, living and dining rooms to the garage.

While they gathered and carried, one of my workers, Jeremy mentioned a kind gentleman Rick, who helped me out of a similar fix a few months back. When I called him, he stated he was just about to put steaks on the grill, but would gladly help with his truck and trailer.  He arrived by 5:30 with his wonderful wife Carrie.  Most everything was in the garage, hence he and she placed items in his trailer with the help of the crew. By 7 p.m. we finished!

I paid each of my workers a bonus for their extra hours and Rick the money the clean-out crew would have earned.

I’m surrounded by grand-grand workers who have become friends!  Friends who understand what I need without hesitation.

What a treat this business has become, for me and all we help.

I just love it!

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Challenging customers…..

This past weekend, I handled a very, very Fine Art and Jewelry sale.  Not to mention many other awesome items in this gorgeous home in St. Louis.

This sale was an awesome change from a basic sale.  And the owners….stood out ahead of and beyond their fine quality finds.  They clearly are astute buyers of everything signed down to small figurines, small statues, bowls, large and small Fine Art and especially high end watches, pearls, turquoise & silver and multiple variations of fine jewelry.

Fine Artists: Flantz, Khoury, Native American bead work items by Tommy Singer, Hessam, Sally Rogers figures, pencil signed Marc Chagall, Le Kinff, Simbari, to name a few.

Coach purses took the lead, followed by a Mary Francis specialty beaded purse.  There were Makowsky, Cole Hahn, MZ Wallace, Cryson, Longchamp, BLVD, Brighton purses and silver buckle belts, etc.

Etched Polland glassware, Waterford, Echhalt.  Hand carved cameos, Jacques Lamen Invicta, Croton, Christian Bernard watches and the list went on and on.

I find customers come out in the droves, based on merchandise and their pocketbooks.

With this type of sale brings in a host of eager buyers to purchase something they may not be able to purchase at the retail level.  This weekend was at par!

Over 100 people stood in line at first light for numbers to obtain that special find.  All went along rather well, I might say.  My youngest, Ashley and worker Brian helped me host the fine smalls lined atop and inside large glass front displays, loaned by another worker Jeremy.  My brother Dwayne and Jeremy greeted customers in all the remaining rooms, helping carry this or that out.  Running up to me with mounds of items a customer wished to hold while they searched for other treasures.  It was non-stop both days.

Yes, it was grand…then….on Sunday, half off day, three women from across the oceans wanted to purchase purses, pearls, silver etc.  Only one spoke English, the other two a foreign tongue I did not recognize.

They began working with Brian, asking this price or that.  All pricing was clearly on each piece.  He stated the half off price, they balked asking for lower pricing.  He continued to explain the quality of the merchandise, they still balked.  Exasperated he sent them over to me.  I’d heard the commotion over the other well mannered customers, all of which were becoming annoyed with them as well.  He quoted the prices he gave them.  I stated clearly, I am honoring what he told you.  They still, in their foreign tongue made plans, I assume to harass me till I gave in.  I did not.

One then pulled out $89 claiming that’s all she had.  I said, OK that’s fine. You have enough for this and this or that and this.  I cannot give you items that don’t belong to me. I am selling for the owner and I must honor them first and foremost. The English speaking woman repeated to the other.  Still the same nonsense went on for 15-minutes or more. Their voice tone became agitated and louder.  I am very patient.

After I stated the same thing over and over, to no avail, the non English speaking woman began to get angrier holding out her eighty-nine dollars.  I knew what they were trying to do.  Twenty-eight years in this business, I know the drill.  Brian handled a host of paying customers to my left, while all in line looked on.  As I pulled the items from my table, I announced You don’t have enough money, therefore I will not sell this merchandise to you. I’ll take the next in line.  Angered they didn’t get their way, they left.

Lined customers said I can’t believe how patient you are!  I would have thrown them out minutes ago.  And another said I was about to come to your rescue!  If you’d have given in they would have come back for more.  I’m so glad you stood your ground.  They come to many high end sales and do just that.  Trying to frustrate the estate sale personnel to give in.  Good for you!

I knew I wouldn’t give in.  As stated, I am very patient, to a degree, then it’s time to carry on!

It got even better….after about an hour or so the elder woman came back in with her husband, I presumed.  She changed her clothing color, I believe thinking, she won’t recognize me and I’ll try again.  Silly lady….I knew exactly who she was.  She began in her foreign tongue and used fingers representing what she wanted to pay for a particular purse.  It was $10 below my previous quoted price.  The day late, soon to close, I let her have it at that price to eliminate hassle.  Her husband or whomever he was held up a small item that was $15 Saturday and now $7.50.  Both like to giggle while doing their charade.  He held up his right arm with a gesture that looked like the I give you this much.  Then five-fingers all the while giggling!  I said no sir, it’s $7.50, no less.    Funny how he understood.  He set down the first five-dollars, then after I said $7.50, he set down two more dollars.  I said that’s fine.  I can do without fifty-cents…and under my breadth….and you, get the *#@* out of here!  He and wify went out the door!  I was free of them and the day finished out peacefully.

It pays to be patient and yet stand your ground.

On to another sale….always similar and yet always different, thankfully!

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We have our oddities…don’t we?

There’s little to say about the pictures I’ll upload here.  Really, they say it all.  However, I must add where these were taken.

Yesterday, I viewed a new estate in a very nice part of St. Louis, made a wrong turn and ran smack dab into this site.  Well, I didn’t actually run into it, but I drove along side.  At first glance, I thought it an early Halloween yard display.  Upon a closer view and driving up around the corner, I knew it was a work of a very peculiar person.  I just had to take pics.

The neighbor whom I visited, after I told her what I saw, said all the neighbors have tried to get him kicked out, but to no avail.  And the homes surrounding his CORNER perch have to view this awful, almost Vietnam display, daily.

Sad to me, when persons have no life and want to bother others with their strangeness’s.

For me, I’ll have to take a look at Self to see what I need to clean up.

Keep smiling!

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The Ants come marching in…

Back in April, I had this awesome dream!  Some might say…ants, why ants?

So here it is:

An 18-wheeler driving a huge bee hive sitting atop his very long flatbed trailer drove upwards to a destination unknown.  One would think in waking consciousness that a bee hive housed bees.  However, in my subconscious dream state, it became apparent the hive housed ants!

This hive, which I viewed from an arial perch, kept growing at alarming rates! Minute by minute I watched it grow.

The 18-wheeler traveled through mountain-like hills sided with plush green trees and as he drove, the hive grew. The road curved left then right, through narrow passageways that broadened at points, but always up hill.  At each large area or pass, part of the hive, now laying heavily on the back of the trailer and hanging on the ground, dropped off. Then another and another, all the while it kept growing.

By this time, I noticed I was in a helicopter with a TV announcer.  Terror of these large ants flew across America’s news stations.  Scientists frantically scurried to find a way to kill these hives before the aunts birthed.

The hive’s color dark, dusk on the horizon, all afraid of what was to come.

I saw the hive break off at least four times while watching from above.  It, the back side of the hive, drug on the narrow highway. Then some would fall off. Then another as large or larger grew quickly and fell off again.  The truck strained from the weight, but trudged upwards.  What to do?  What to do?  How to stop this? the announcer repeated.

The dream ended there.   The sketch – right – is humble but represents what I drew upon waking.ANT PIC FOR BLOG DREAM FOR 8-7-17 BLOG

Within my daily journal #71, of this dream I added:  As I write this I feel it has to do with my new books, current and to come. Masses of books sold, dropped at various locations, which grows again to massive quantities.  Four times – to me represents angels who are helping me in the process.  The number four in Doreen Virtues book Healing with the Angels, reads – the angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry because the angels’, help is nearby.

Plush green treesBarbara Condron, with the School of Metaphysics notes this in her book The Dreamer’s Dictionary – similar to a forest in a dream, trees represent subconscious existence…the re-creative part of mind.  She adds things to consider: Am I aware of how my conscious thinking affects my inner Self?  How are my conscious thoughts related to what I experience on deeper levels?  Meditation helps expand awareness.

Late in 1993, the first dream I took notice of, a dream of Henry Ford, caused me to write my first book, Victoria Zane, a mystery.  After researching the dream information, which turned out to be factual of Henry Ford, I’ve studied dreams ever since.  I’ve even studied metaphysics etc., plus attended the School of Metaphysics in Windyville, MO.  Reading Edgar Cayce, Freud, and a host of books encompassing our dream world and metaphysics.  It’s fascinating!

Thus, I wrote, I believe this terror is within me.  How so?  Writing a book is wonderful, however there’s much to do afterwards.  How do I market it?  What’s my part beyond writing and the publisher?  Will other’s want to kill it, as in the dream, without studying what’s within?  Will it or other books grow and grow like the hive dropping off at various bookstores, selling out and growing again?

Will I do talk shows?  Will I do radio shows?  Will I be terrified?  Perhaps or perhaps not. I’ve handled large fashion shows via Victorian garments I designed, made and shared to large audiences.  Still terrified is a strong adjective.  Yes, it all terrifies me.  But, I will head upwards to see it through.

There’s a great deal of power in deciphering ones dreams. When current situations are taken note of, dreams can heal the conscious mind as you see, the subconscious never sleeps, but takes-care-of day to day occurrences.  IF one pays heed.

I welcome full hives!

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015

An Amazing ‘Book’ Dream – comes true!

Since a little girl of four and a half years, it’s been my goal to write with every pen and paper I can and could find.  My wonderful father dutifully taught me to read and write by this time.

Seriously, I viewed a pen and paper as a tool without realizing my intended goal till I was thirty-six.  Just after my second husband died, leaving me with four precious babies and no life insurance, the one thing I wanted to do was to document my families information. This turned into 73 journals to date!  Each one houses many thoughts, ideas, imaginings, dreams and of course my babies `happenings’ if you will, all along the way.++++ESTATE SALES MADE EASY NEW COVER-MAIN

Today, I’m caressing my first book published by a world renowned publishing company, Hay House.  Can I believe it!  I must, for here it is!

Pen and paper, almost magically, has become the fulfillment of a life long dream, which is to write and get paid for it.

Today, I’m announcing my first book signing at Barnes and Noble, 113 West County Center, Des Peres, MO 63131, Saturday August 19, 1-3.

Back in January, 2015 I made up my mind and told the grand Universe that I, Victoria Gray, wanted to write, enlighten the masses and get paid to do so the rest of my life.

It’s almost whimsical how that transpired.

I receive emails weekly, from Hay House and one caught my eye.  A cruise to Alaska for a Speak, Write, Promote contest in August of that year.  It was a bit costly, so again, I told the Universal energies that I needed to go and that I also needed to pay cash for it, or I felt it wasn’t to be.  Lo and behold I had so many estate sales, I was almost overwhelmed!

I forged through each sale, which paid the entire trip with ease and they even allowed me a one-week visit with my eldest son, Caleb, in LA.

What transpired once I paid for the trip?  I began finishing a book I call The Secret of a Widow’s Vision, The Vision from Within.  I self published it and carried it with me to show and tell, if needed.

Guess what?  I never got to talk about that book during the five seminars.

The amazing thing that happened during the seminars happened unexpectedly.  Cheryl Richardson, author and frequent visitor to Oprah’s earlier shows, kept asking all that spoke to tell everyone what they do. Hmm, I do estate sales, but I didn’t plan on speaking about them.  Ah, the universe knew better!

Within the first seminar, Cheryl and CEO of Hay House, Reid Tracy told us to write down a short introduction of what we do and speak in bullet points via Cheryl.  So, each bit of down time, I’d write and re-write my intro.  Then at the next three seminars, I’d raise my hand like many and never got called on.  I knew I needed to talk.  And anyone that knows me, knows I’m proficient at chatting!

Ok, then, I scaled down my intro to:  Hello, my name is Victoria Gray.  I handle estate sales in and around the St. Louis area and have for the past 27-years.  I make estate sales easy for those that are left behind.

Friday, the last and fifth seminar, I raised my hand and was called upon. There were two ladies in front of me.  The one directly in front of me, after Mr. Tracy said you’re book sounds nice, but you need to change the title.  She said No, I like the title and I’ll keep it.  I was amazed that she didn’t want to do what the CEO knew needed done in order for the masses to know what her book was about.  I would listen and learn.  They are the professionals.

My turn.  I spoke the above intro.  Cheryl immediately turned to Mr. Tracy and said Perfect!  Right?  He nodded yes and while sitting on a stool, set one foot on the platform with one foot still on the stool rest.  She then asked everyone if they knew what Victoria does and a resounding yes came forth. She asked many more questions, I answered and she said you need an assistant.  I concurred.

Mr. Tracy asked me to tell a story of my sales.  I’d just mentioned that within the sales I often see, feel and hear energies.  Thus I told this story and wrote it in this blog September 2015.  Scroll down to read – Seeing an Entity

After the story, he asked what my platform was, I answered.  Then he said wouldn’t it be great if you wrote a book about that?

Well, I wrote a small estate sale guide some years ago.

He was pleased and asked do you think your could put some of the stories in with a guide?

My reply sure.  

He asked can you remember all of them?  

Well, yes. You see, I have 65 journals to date with all stories there.  

The audience gasped as did he.  He stood Ok, great!  Wouldn’t it be nice if you had pictures too.

Well, I take pictures of all my sales to upload for the customer base to view.  Again, the audience gasped, amazed.

Ok, then I want you to put that book together and send in your submission.  And I want all of you to send in your submissions.  If we like ten submissions, we will hire all ten.  

We had six months to do a 40-page submission and a 7-minute video of what we do.  I did it and finished three weeks prior to the February 8th, 2016 due date.

March 8th, 2016, while at a speaking engagement at Coldwell Banker Gundaker real estate office, I received a text to call an out of state number.   I texted back I’m in a meeting, what does it entail?  The sender wrote back read your email.

I read my email to learn I was the winner!

Since I’d just finished my segment, I stood, told them I won the book contest.  All clapped because earlier I mentioned I was in line to win a book contest and showed them my rendition of a mock up cover for Estate Sales Made Easy.

O.M.G!  I won!  I called each of my four kids.  They were ecstatic too!

The rest is history and now to begin the rest of my journey.

Always dream.  Always dream big!  We never know who or what will zigzag our journey to fulfill a dream!

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015





Estate Sales & handling grief

A hard day has been bestowed upon me. A close relative has just passed and I am now the executive of the estate.  I try to lean on my immediate family, however they look to me for guidance; I am lost. My relative has just left me an entire home filled with their most cherished items containing many memories from my childhood and my entire families childhood, what do I do? How do I allow myself to grieve and also handle an estate with what seems like a grandiose task of things to do?

Encircling the grief of losing a loved one, I’m not only feeling the loss, but now I have to handle the process of letting go.  Within the letting go, I must release all connections to the physical contents of my loved ones home.  Within releasing, I have to go through each item, noting a story of this or that, thus more grief.  How can I possibly get through this? I’m in such a quandary.  What do I do next?

I make inquiries to friends as to what or how they sold their loved ones items and in turn sell the house?

I’m told I need to stage the home to get top dollar.  But do I?

I’m told I need to sell the contents before I sell the house and yet another says I must sell the house first so buyers can see where their furniture might fit in.  Which way do I turn?

I’m so sad, why am I the chosen one to sell our loved ones items? Why me?  Why me?  If I don’t handle things the right way, others in my family will be upset.  How do I do this effectively for all concerned?

How do we go through our family’s most cherished items and not feel like we’re doing something wrong.  This was their sanctuary.  This sofa held their children, their wonderments, their sadnesses.  How do we let go?  How do I let go?

Then to sell the home, various real estate persons are summoned in.  Within these appointments, sadness dwells within our hearts.  Are we doing the right thing?  We must sell the home because we can’t afford to pay all the bills.  Our own homes are full or too small to house more items.  And yet we don’t want to let go of our loved ones home or the things that caressed their character, their inner most need for that rug, that chair or that statue.

Ok, I’ve got it!  I’ll have the family come in to take what they want and we’ll sell the remainder of the items.  The real estate agent referred names of estate sales personnel. Many are questioned and the right one chosen.

Collectively my relatives wanted to sell all the items quickly.  We signed a contract to have a sale at the house, with a caveat to view setup items on the first day and take whatever we may have missed prior to setup.  When the sale actually finished, the relatives had second thoughts.  Saddened not only because our relative died but because we sold their items and we paid someone to remove the remainder items.  It’s a two-edged sword!  It had to be sold.

The sale went well.  However, several family members thought the sale should have brought more money and began questioning/harassing the commissioned help.  We complained but after rehashing our actions we realized the sales personnel did a great job.  They honored all our requests and now we feel bad about badgering the sales person.  Why did we do such a thing?  Grief, sadness and trying to let go is the culprit!

I hope the salesperson understands how sad we are and have been.  We feel awful for causing someone else such grief and all they did was their job.

Our loved one is gone.

We took what we wanted.

We had a sale.

It did well.

We can do nothing more and need to move on.

The circle of life just happened.

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Viewing The Aether’s or Alchemy…. Edmond of Papa Victor & Uncle Henry

Recently, for six weeks and while my crew and I diligently setup a large estate sale, I kept feeling a man near my left side.  There wasn’t a physical man on my left side, however the feeling of his presence continually resonated there.

There were many spots of time, where I’d feel this man just taking account of what is.  I knew he stood about 5’10, thin frame, grey hair.  However, I knew in his younger days, that he had light brown hair.  Why I knew this, I know not.  It’s just a knowing within the feeling of him standing beside me.  I also noted he wore a short sleeve plaid shirt.  The background, a pale cream with 1/2″ thick sage green stripes running horizontally across the shirt and a pinstripe lime green stripe running vertically down his shirt.  This man seemed calm, but took account mentally of what I moved about.  Never did I feel threatened or frightened.

After the first of two sales, Mid March, I met up with the owner of the home and her daughter.  They still had items to move out before the final sale, at which time we chatted a bit of what I saw, felt and or heard at the owners estate.

I conveyed to the ladies, the information of the man I saw, what he looked like and the plaid shirt.  They looked shocked, turned to each other and said that’s papa Henry!  He stood about 5’10, wore plaid shirts too!

I added that he seemed to take account of things.

The lady owner told me that he did bookkeeping for a company for most of his life.  Ah, that’s why the word account kept coming forward as he lingered around me.

They were thrilled that I had him to a tee!  I too, am thrilled with the accuracy that came to me!

The following week, both my daughters, Rachel and Ashley worked the sale with an added employee bonus….Ashley’s son and my only grandchild, Edmond pitched in.  Little Edmond, so calm, so sweet, charmed the masses.  I carried him about the 10,000 sq ft home, helping this and that one along the way.

The girls and I noted that Edmond would look around us and wave to no one that we could see.  Since we’re all metaphysical and note that babies came from the other side into particular parents….and that….we should pay attention to what transpires with each new little one, we then conversed about his waving beyond us.  Especially impactful, is the fact that no one was present on the other end of his wave.

Then on the main level at my checkout table and just below an open balcony, Edmond smiled upwards and began to wave.  Was it the owners papa Henry or Edmond’s papa Victor?

That evening before turning out the light and just as I lay down to drift off to dreamland, I asked if my father – papa Victor might have been at the sale, waving/chatting to Edmond.  Just at that moment, a gnat (the sign that my father is with me) appeared on my left hand.  A natural inclination caused me to swat it away, just as I realized my question was answered.  Yes, Edmond was waving to papa Victor up on the balcony.

There’s a great deal of information of how many see and connect with loved ones on the other side.  Some smell particular scents reflecting a loved ones favorite perfume or cologne.  Other’s note the presence of a butterfly at the precise moment they think of their loved one.  It’s all relative to what each one picks up on when in the presence of one that’s passed.  Paying attention is the key.

I know the masses might think me daft, however upon research over the years of happenings I’ve learned not to question, but to listen and give heed to what is.  Once I learned this process, I’ve felt, seen and or heard those on the other side.

Energy exists in all things.

Hmm, as I type this story down, the cursor keeps jumping to various sentences.  What is going on?  Is someone, from beyond, confirming what I’m typing?  Or is WordPress having issues?  I know from years of using a computer, that when I begin to tell a story of this nature, various `things’ happen that causes me to pay attention.

Soon I noted the cursor kept going back to my father Victor, Edmond’s papa, which of course, confirmed my knowing it was he that waved to sweet Edmond.

I love when this happens!

++++ESTATE SALES MADE EASY NEW COVER-MAIN   PS….Estate Sales Made Easy is at Barnes & Noble , Target, Amazon etc. for pre-sale.  Hard copy Aug, 2017.

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Estate Sales are Easy, however……

I grew up in a peaceful organized household, thus setting up an estate sale with all the organizing that’s needed, comes easily for me.

However, when I handle hoarders sales, it’s a bit tricky.  In that, each hoarder has their own way of hoarding.  Some just add piles and piles all over the home of things they like or purchase items because it’s on sale.  Others seek out special toys, coins etc that may be of value in their later years.  It’s extremely relative to whomever is hoarding.

Last year I handled a huge sale in the city.  The owners, now in their eighties, needing medical assistance finally moved into an assisted living establishment.  My sale took place over one weekend, as usual.  On Sunday’s sale date, the owner called me sixteen-times to inform me of what they didn’t want sold!  Mind you, we set aside many items throughout our setup for family to pick up and take to them.  Each call the owner very politely said Victoria this is….honey, please don’t sell the planters out back.  Please don’t sell the metal chairs out back. Please don’t sell the tea cups, the broken chair out back – we just love it!  (Note each item called about was broken, rusted or just no use to anyone any longer nor were they able to repair it at this juncture in their life).  I don’t recall each request, however the requests were always for something that no longer could serve them or anyone else.

Another sale housed tons and tons of salable items, however the owner needed to sell the home and told me to give it away and that she didn’t care what it brought.  However, I had to pay my help and make an income. The fact that she told me to give it away helped me considerably!  This comment allowed me to set up the thousands upon thousands of items without taking hours and hours to price it after set up, which she agreed to.  This enabled me to purge all items via verbal pricing each sale day.


Before setup of the family room

Customers love these types of sales, as do I.  Thus, this sale became a bag and pile-it-up sale.  Goodness, the customers flowed in, happy to rummage through the now organized lot.  Each one carried up an armload of items from the basement, which pleased me and the homeowner.  Meaning she wouldn’t have to hire workers to do what these paying customers were doing, ridding her very full home of all she and her partner bought and carried in over the years.


After set up-floors are visible!

She was very pleased.  Of course, these type of sales don’t always bring in big bucks, however handling sales like these, are a blessing to each client that needs all items out to sell their home swiftly and move to a smaller place.

Another hoarders estate housed so many items in it’s over 5000 square foot home that it certainly was overwhelming!  When I’m commissioned to handle these types of sales, I pause, take it in, then begin silently figuring out how to set it up.  How many sales will it take?  This one housed many many toys in original packaging.  From experience, I knew I’d have to take two weeks to set it up, research and sell only the toys on one or two weekends, then sell the remainder contents, one of the following weekends.  They wholeheartedly agreed as they were perplexed as to how to get rid of everything.  This turned out to be the best sale I had that year!

I make Estate Sales Easy for those that scale down and for those that have lost a loved one.

estate-sales-made-easy-new-cover-hay-house-nailed-it-1-4-2017My book, Estate Sales Made Easy, is now on Amazon for pre-purchasing at: Estate Sales Made Easy

The hard copy comes out late summer 2017!  I’m so excited!  It’s published by the same publisher that publishes Chicken Soup for the SoulHay House publishing.  With an eBook coming out first!  Some time in the mix a live Webinar and a Radio show coming, dates/times to be announced.

Check it out!  Not only is this a how-to begin a business guide like mine, but it includes stories of energies I see, feel and often times hear within each estate.  Note the sparkle within the letter A denoting something more…..

Watch for more books on this subject, which also includes the stories each house offers up….

Victoria Gray