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.

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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.

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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

 

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Who startled sweet little Edmond????

edmond-11-22-16-new-coatMonday, November 7th, I had the privilege to babysit my dear mild-mannered grandson Edmond, who beams sweet smiles when first we meet.  By noon, I fed and changed him plus I brought and set up a playpen in a small bedroom, at an estate I worked on, for a sale the following week.  He seemed unsettled in there when I laid him down for a nap.  After an hour or so, he gave in to a half hour nap.  When he woke, he screamed as though he’d been startled by something, however I was the only one on that floor.  Could it have been the 95-year old lady that recently died, checking on him while I worked?   I know not.

After calming his uneasiness, I carried him to the basement to instruct my workers on where I needed a table or other pieces to reside for the sale, always making sure sharp edges are out of the walk ways.  I held Edmond facing out like he likes on my right hip, with my right arm across his front.  He likes to know what’s happening!

As I walked to the right of the basement steps he let out a startled, high pitched scream, shaking in the wake!  I turned him around facing me to caress and calm him, which happily he did so rather quickly.   I entered the room just beyond to the right where he was calm and peaceful, however upon turning around to leave the room to walk past the same area where he screeched, the same scenario happened.

I knew he saw something, someone.

Within my many years of self education via many metaphysical, spiritual and angelic books, I knew there was definitely something more there, than the naked eye could see! I knew in my heart, either the lady that just passed or her husband that passed many years before, may have been there.  I quickly placed Edmond in his car seat, grabbed my camera and took photos of the location, from entering the back right room and then back out.  I made sure Edmond never went to that area again.

What I saw when I returned home to view the pictures, was indeed an orb of white light on the brown solid wood door.  There was nothing there that my flash could have hit off of to create it!  I’ve researched orbs many times, this was indeed an orb and not a flash of light.

I told his mother, Ashley about what transpired, she said mom, do you notice how he looks beyond you, I and others when we hold him? 

Yes, always. I think he sees someone from beyond.  Do you?

She replied yes, I do mom.  It’s odd, but I think, because he’s just recently on this side ‘others’ maybe coax him or guide him from beyond. 

Maybe papa helps him. 

But papa wouldn’t scare him. 

True, papa never would scare little bits.  It seems ‘others’ must come through to new babies and parents etc. in tune, that notice what is. 

We agreed before he was born, to pay attention to what he says and does.  Little ones often have invisible friends, however many parents aren’t privy to the reality of what is, within that situation.  There’s just so much more to understand, thus by paying close attention we might gain a better understanding from our new little ones.

All that day and a few of the other set-up days, I felt a lady with short grey hair always on  my left side, at my shoulder.  I saw a small framed lady of perhaps 5′ or so.  She seemed to just hang around to view what I was up to.  I never felt afraid, just a peaceful calm exuded from her.

Two days after the sale, I informed the daughter of seeing this lady asking if in fact her mother was short.

Oh yes, she was 5’1″ in her heyday and 5′ at the end.  She did have short grey hair and was very kind.  The three of us kids never heard a harsh word from her mouth.  She never cursed or even raised her voice at us.

I felt it was your mother, but of course, I never saw a picture till the last day of the sale, via a male neighbor.  He too, said all the neighbors enjoyed her company and really liked her.  He added that he’d make sure she came to the yearly neighborhood parties, stating that she liked them as much as they liked her.  What a treat it is to know kind gentle people.

I’ll pay close attention to what Edmond says and does.  I wish he could have talked at that moment, to tell me what he saw.  At least now at 5.5 months he says da-da, so he’s beginning to talk.  He chitter-chatters all the time just before napping.  Who knows what we’ll learn from him, just by listening.

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A very interesting day….afternoon…

As I drove down the lane and away from meeting Lady H, I decided to view a 2-story Historic home now active as a store of new and recycled home furnishings.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a jovial kind lady of 70-years.  As I entered another room in the house another employee lady introduced herself to me too!  As things unfurled I introduced myself as well.  The first lady noted the sign on my car, Estate Sales by Victoria asking various questions.  All three of us intertwined brief stories of items we liked and a bit of what I do to help others when a relative passes or scales down.  They were intrigued.

I, of course, excitedly told them of my book, Estate Sales Made Easy and that a major U.S. publisher, Hay House awarded me their confidence to publish my book with a contract, a radio show, an eBook and a live webinar to kick things off.  The hard copy to come a bit later.

When I told them that I see and feel `things’ within my many 27-years of handling estate sales, the second lady told me they have a spirit there.  Quickly, I said, don’t tell me anything you may know about the spirit.  I’ll look around to see if I feel anything at all.

Sure enough as I walked up the old 1850’s wood staircase to the landing, my stomach began to fidget!  I continued.  The stairs took a sharp right upward to the long hall with bedrooms on either side and ends.  I shopped around continually feeling – a worried soul- is here.

When I entered the final long bedroom that stretched from the front of the home to the back, I knew the spirit was there and felt worried about something.  I became more fidgety.  I was not afraid, but felt it’s angst.  For or over what, I knew not.

After looking about a bit more, I descended the staircase walking into the back room where I entered and met the second lady there, telling her what I felt.

She said, it’s always at the landing that people feel something and often turn around without shopping more.  She wished she felt something, but never has.  She told me they learned a murder happened in the large room that stretched from the front and to the back of the house.  The same room I felt the extreme worried feeling in.  And that a woman and child were left behind when her husband was killed.

Did I receive the worried feeling from the mother who with her child perhaps were hidding in a closet when the murder occurred?  Did she feel she and her child would be next?  I’m sure she did.

Amazing, as I descended the stairs my stomach started to settle down.

I will have to research to see if an old newspaper houses that story.

I love when these connections take place.

Always pay attention….it’s so intriguing!

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WWII – Memories & Orbs

Last weekend I handled another wonderful estate sale.  Approximately 300 customers attended each of the two sale days.  The rooms filled with smiles, oohs and aahs as persons picked up this or that to purchase.  By 1 p.m. a kind gentle man of 88-years, who visits my sales often sat in a chair across from my checkout table.  His smile reminded me of my precious father, Victor, now gone.  Mr. Bob exudes the same vim, vigor and kindness my father had, which makes me feel my fathers presence.

Soon Bob began telling me stories of his time in the Navy during 1947-1948 in the Marshall Islands.  I jotted notes as his stories unfolded.  He spoke of  Kawajlein, Bikini Atoll, Likjep and other islands where nuclear weapon tests took place and how when one private in the same area spoke way too much and was escorted back to the US.  Bob sat silent, later learning the man who listened was there specifically to learn which men divulged info and who didn’t. He mentioned too, that many mornings his shoes were under water when the tide was up.  It was extremely interesting and caused me to reread part of The Ankle Express, a book I wrote about my father’s equally interesting Navy life.ANKLE EXPRESS BOOK COVER

My father’s Navy years from 1942-1944 as an armed guard aboard Merchant Marine carriers are shared in the book. His stories in the Solomon Islands, the European and Pacific theater’s, Australia and other ports of call are amazing! One of which included the Blitz while in Hull, England.  (Check out my Books page.)

Switching gears…..It’s amazing how life on the other side comes through.

When my father is with me, I see a gnat swirling around my face.  I know dad is there.  (Others, I’m told, see familiar signs specific to them and know a family member is with them too.) This day I saw the gnat only while Bob spoke of the Navy.  It made me mist up and wonder if others appreciate Bob’s stories as much as I do.  Bob was even amazed and thanked me for listening.  It was my pleasure without a doubt! I wonder too, how many diligently listened to my father’s stories perhaps as he cut their hair at his barber shop.  At any rate, his stories will never be forgotten, since I wrote his life history covering 385 pages.  He was so pleased one of his children took the time to interview him and completed the book before his last month on earth.  I salute you my precious father and Bob.  Keep those stories coming!

Also at this home….in a few pictures were many orbs!  In a conversation with the widower I told him of the photos and asked if his wife worked at that table, knowing she sewed.  One photo was of the large oval dining room table, which housed at least twenty orbs.   When this photo was taken I had no lights on nor were the window curtains open.  He paused looking at the table and somberly said, we had so many wonderful family dinners there with the kids and grand-kids.  Later LOTS OF ORBS ON TABLE he asked if I’d send he and his son the pictures via email.  Well, of course I said yes.

Later as I toured the slew of pictures I took for the sale, I saw orbs also over the twin beds in the basement.  A place where TWIN BEDS WITH ORBS!!!!!family often stayed when visiting, I was told.

I sent both pictures over.  The orbs are very visible and abound in both photos.

The son tells his father often, he sees things too, at his own home and will enjoy the pictures, stating how interesting it is to know his late wife and mother of his children was there.

So pay attention and tell your stories.  People really do want to hear or read them.

Who knows maybe one of your pictures shows a relatives orbs.

Check it out!

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Beyond Tommorrow

Saturday at midnight, channel 9 hosted a wonderful metaphysical movie.  Three elderly male spirits stayed in the ether’s, just above earth watching over a young unmarried couple in from the country – green to the ways of the city.

Overview of the movie: George Vale Melton (Harry Carey), Allan Chadwick (C. Aubrey Smith) and Michael O’Brien (Charles Winninger) are rich but lonely, so they invite a pair of strangers, schoolteacher Jean Lawrence (Jean Parker) and cowboy James Houston (Richard Carlson) to their house for dinner on Christmas Eve. Both James and Jean seem to hit it off, but the next day the three old men are killed in a plane crash. Now ghosts, the three work from the afterworld to make sure the young couple stays together.

What I found tremendously interesting, was how the writers think very similarly to me and other metaphysical persons of today. In that there are spiritual connections from those that passed from this life.

One spirit C. Aubrey Smith, was called to the light as his son, killed in WWl walked from the spiritual ether’s to him.  Oh, the thrill the father’s face reflected!  The son told his father that its so nice to finally come home where there’s never strife or turmoil.  The father asked what’s it like there?  The son said everyone gets their dream.  What do you want it to look like?  The father said I’d like to see the beautiful area around the fort that last day. Then you shall father.

This scene brought to mind conversations I’ve had with my father who passed August 20, 2012.  With closed eyes, I meditate to chat with my precious father while at the same time typing the conversation.  He’s told me that he’s with his mother who died when he was only five and his father who lived till dad was 35.  Dad was the youngest of nine.  Plus a host of other siblings and relatives.

These conversations allowed me to chat with my grandmother Fidella Gray as well.  Here’s an excerpt from a book now forming entitled Life After Life with Dad.  Chapter title Sunday, September 02, 2012, 12 noon  is: Angels among us!

V: So, what have you done since last we spoke?

Dad: I’ve sort of hung around with my father and mother, Debbie and oh Tessie and all my siblings are here too. It’s like the family reunions we had back on earth.

V: Do they sing songs there? Remember you stated your brother Elzie, Evert and the girls sang in harmony here. Do they do that there?

Dad: Honey there’s such a peace here that allows all kinds of songs. But yes, my siblings and I too sing songs whenever we want. Oh honey my mom, Fidella is here right now do you want to talk to her?

V: Oh my goodness, yes. Hi Grandmother. I’ve heard so much about you from dad. I want to know so much more.

F: Hello my granddaughter. I will call you Vickie okay?

V: Sure. I wish I’d met you at least once.

F: But you have. I’ve been there often when you needed help. (This is choking me up.)

V: Like what times?

F: When you and Debbie were in your car, when the brakes failed you. Remember?

V: Oh yes. I felt an Angel grab the steering wheel at the precise moment and turned it into a huge pile of rocks so Debbie and I didn’t go off the embankment. Was that you?

F: Yes, dear it was. You had so much more to do in that life. That was the only place available that I saw wouldn’t hurt the two of you and allow you to walk home to your dad.

V: Yes, I recall. When I told dad the steering wheel was jerked from my hands, he immediately said it had to be the Angels watching out for my babies. And so it was you?

F: Yes, and when you were shocked before that while doing dishes at age 14. Your hands wet with water, you turned the metal upright floor fan to move the air straight on to you as it was a very hot August day. Plus you placed your right hand on a metal drawer handle to place silverware in the drawer. I was there. Your mother came running from the bathtub with only a towel to cover her and tripped on the fan cord, which stopped the current from shocking you.

V: Oh my. I had no idea an Angel was involved. You now I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to help me and yet in the yelling I felt I was whispering like a very soft crying out. However the neighbor lady heard my yelling and her house is at least one hundred yards or more away from our kitchen.

F: I hurried your mother to quickly dry off and run into the cord thus causing it to unplug. Both of you could have been shocked had the cord not unplugged.

V: Oh yes, I’ve gone over that endless times since. How miraculous it was for that to happen. But you know what grandmother?

F: What dear?

V: Ever since that moment in time, I’ve felt a connection to something beyond the earthly realm. But I held back when I thought someone was about to say something that I already knew what they were to say, I held back from stating it and they blurted out what I thought. To me it was the beginning of noting my intuitive side.

F: Yes, dear often it’s a trauma like that which enables the ability to intuit.

V: Were you the angel that came when I fell on the ice about ten years ago?

F: No, honey that was your grandfather. I was tending to something else here.

V: Grandfather?

F: Yes, it was your grandfather Theodore.

V: Is he there for me to ask a question?

F: Yes, dear.

T: Hello. It’s been a long time since we met. You were only seven when I left that life. Yes, it was me that came to you that day when you fell during ice skating.

V:   Grandfather, I’m so pleased to know this. When I fell, immediately a man in a tan suede leather jacket and jeans came over to me. Immediately, and I mean immediately he reached with his right hand from my left side to the back of my head and said No she’s not bleeding. His hand felt like an Angel and a doctor at the same time. Really it did. I felt like I was healed all at one moment. That fall was so loud that all stopped skating. Another man came to my right, a young man, asking me if he could help me off the ice. I stayed a bit as others quickly surrounded me. But that one man to my left disappeared when all those people came to my aide. Of course my daughter came over to help me. That fall was odd in that when I fell, I fell onto my rear but also my head fell back and hit the ice with a crack. I thought I split my head open. And yet nothing, no headache just stunned. When I stood with the help of the young man and Ashley I looked around for the man in the tan leather jacket, but couldn’t see him. I told my daughter please find that man. I need to thank him. He was an Angel I felt and here it was my grandfather.

T: Yes, dear you looked at every person as they left the rink. But I knew there was no need to stay. You were okay.

V: But I was sitting at the only door where people left and I watched the restroom doors too. No one fit that description. It was odd because I knew that man helped me. I even went back into the rink area and all were off the ice when the session ended. I asked the people working was there another way out and I was told  there wasn’t  only the door I was sitting near with ice on my head.

I knew then and there it wasn’t my imagination, but an Angel that came to my rescue. And all along it was my precious grandfather Theodore.

T: I was glad to help. You have much more to accomplish in this earthly life.

V: Like what?

T: Like the book you’re writing right now.

V: Is it to be a book. Really?

You see why this movie brought back memories of my father and the many telepathic conversations I’ve had with him and relatives too.

Metaphysics is defined in various ways of which this one fits my definition of it.

noun
noun: metaphysics
  1. the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space.

I love so many things about this life!  Especially since I left the strict confines of a religious upbringing to a mind full of wonder, eager to grasp all that’s available while here.

I’ll keep paying attention to what is beyond tomorrow.  Will you?

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Seeing an Entity

Off and on within this career, I’ve seen and or felt a presence at various estates.

One such time soon after arriving at a house just outside the hub of St. Louis city, it happened again!

I instructed some of my crew to work in the basement and another lady to work with me in the shotgun side of a 2-bedroom home.  This estate was packed to the gills!  This meant we had to stay focused in one area, pulling out all items within a room as usual, but this one had so much that it took extra days to finish.

After about two hours we pulled out and set up all items in the the living room where the entrance door was. Subsequently, we moved to the adjoining dining room.  Again we took all items from the very full china cabinet, buffet, side shelves and table tops to neatly begin setting up items on the dining room table and a table I carried in.

Just about the time all items were out and the setting up began, I felt a presence, looked over my right shoulder and turned around to see a dark whoosh at the entry door!  I saw a male figure wearing a red and black plaid shirt that quickly darted into the home and vanished just as quickly!

I turned to my co-worker and exclaimed what I saw.  She calmly said, again?

Yes, again!  This time the entity was certainly male wearing a red and black plaid shirt.  It kind of looked like a loggers shirt made of flannel and then he disappeared.

She went on about her work, not fazed by my vision because it’s happened quite a few times over the almost 26-years in this business.

I knew in my heart he was worried about his wife.  He left this life the year before, which the estate lawyer handling the estate informed me.  And the lawyer added that the wife was in a retirement/assisted living establishment and was doing okay.

This too is an important element of this true story, that we only handled the three rooms that first day, when inside, on the left side of this house.  The living room, the dining room and a back bedroom.  In these three rooms I noted several family photos perched on shelves and on the walls of a man and woman in business attire.  No plaid shirts were visible in any photo.  But I knew this entity was certainly the late husband.

The basement was so full that the worker downstairs pulled out some of the items on one side as well.  We generally work from 10 a.m. till 4 p.m., which is what we did this Tuesday.

When I went home that evening, I knew I had to talk to this entity the following day and devised what I’d say to him.

The next day, Wednesday, my crew and I entered the house once more to continue with the setup.  I directed the workers to various rooms and or the basement and went back into the living room for the one-sided chat.

I stood at the entrance where he came through the day before.  I noted a slight coolness in the air, was he there?  I believed so.

Sir, I saw you here yesterday and I felt you’re worried about your wife.  I’ve handled numerous sales over the years and will make sure your contents bring as much as possible to help your wife.  I learned she is in a retirement/assisted home and is well taken care of.  Yes, I know she misses you as much as you miss her.  And I feel you’ll be reunited soon.

With that statement the temperature raised and I felt he almost nodded a thank you as his energy left.

It was divine, to say the least!

Now what happened next clinched the deal that it was in fact the husband.  I sent the lady worker to the kitchen at the back of the right side of the home to work and I entered the front bedroom.  Here I began pulling many beautiful quilts from the trunk to set them up on the now cleaned off mattress (a staging point).  After which I went to the closet, opened the door to find…..a closet full of plaid shirts!

I kid you not!  There were thirty or forty plaid shirts in that small closet!  I searched for one like I saw and found many red and black plaid shirts and one was actually made of flannel!

Yes indeed, that entity was the husband!

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