POSTCARD CLUB

POSTCARD CLUB SAMPLES

SEPTEMBER 2026

What was included: 

• Specially-designed postcard

• Letter about the artwork (see below) 

• Custom sticker 

• Themed coloring page with fun fill-in-the-blank puzzle

• Personal note from Jess (the artist) 

• Recommended reading that inspired the artwork 

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SEPTEMBER'S LETTER

Why do some of our best ideas and intuitive hits come to us while taking a shower or driving down a long stretch of highway? 

When doing a familiar or repetitive task like driving, doing the dishes or taking a shower, the brain slows down, relaxes and literally changes frequencies, shifting from a beta brain wave state to alpha, and ultimately, a theta wave state. In the theta wave state, the mind easily drifts into a trance-like meditative daydream where creativity, intuition and unexpected ideas come to the surface. 

That’s exactly the state my brain was in while driving my RV on back-country roads across the state of Missouri, cruising and daydreaming, when my Winnebago’s rearview camera began rapidly flickering on and off on its own. It had done this a few times before and usually it subsided when I manually turned the camera off. But this time, that didn’t work despite multiple attempts. It was relentless, and wildly distracting. I couldn’t ignore it. It started to feel… intentional. 

A thought popped into my mind. What if this is someone or something trying to communicate with me? Being psychically inclined and very much into all things metaphysical, this wasn’t a far stretch for me.  

“Okay,” I said out loud. “If someone is trying to get my attention, you have it. But you can’t keep flicking the camera on and off, it’s distracting.” I thought for a moment, trying to find an alternative means to engage with whoever was (maybe) trying to come through. 

“If you’re trying to talk to me, I need you to send me a sign, deal?” I said. “Send me… a bright orange butterfly,” I requested. “But you have to make it so that I can’t ignore it. It needs to be in my face. Really get my attention, okay?” The camera fell silent and I breathed a sigh of relief, pondering how this huge, hypothetical, un-ignorable orange butterfly would come through. I imagined I would see it on a billboard or a mural painted on the side of a building. Seconds later, my pondering daydream was brought to a screeching halt. 

**SPLAT** 

A HUGE orange butterfly smashed into my windshield, right in front of my face. Its poor wings and delicate body created a bright orange smear across the glass. I gasped at the sight. It was so shocking and deliberate, a jolt of adrenaline rushed through my system. “Okay, that is NOT cool,” I said, reprimanding this apparently very cheeky spirit. “You don’t have to KILL something to prove your point. There are like a million other ways you could’ve done that.”  

It was unnerving, but also so literal. Be careful what you ask for, I thought. 

Fast forward a few weeks to my virtual call with my psychic medium teacher. I was feeling blocked in a recent reading, so she attempted to read me so we could see what solutions might come through. 

“You have a brother on the other side,” she said. “Yes,” I said. “You talk to him a lot.” I nodded. “And he comes to you in kind of a poltergeist-y way, almost like he’s messing with you to get your attention, flicking lights and things on and off?” Being that it was weeks later, I had all but forgotten about the camera, but I remembered the moment she said it. 

“And butterflies,” she said. “He comes to you in butterflies.” 

My jaw dropped and a chill of both shock and elated awe washed over me. It was my brother. Of course. Like a lot of brothers, he was mischievous. And he loved attention. It made sense that he would be no different on the other side. 

When the call ended, I went to my backyard to ground and breathe for a moment. There, I found a monarch butterfly waiting for me, fluttering around in a way I once again could not ignore. It was the first monarch I’d ever seen in real life. 

“Thanks, Buddy,” I said. 

Believe me when I say, the Universe and our loved ones on the other side want to communicate with us. They are just waiting for us to be open to receive. To pay attention. To notice their gentle (or in some cases, not so gentle) nudges. And with that I ask, how can you open yourself to believe and receive?