I don’ t feel “spiritual.” What does that mean anyway? I am a good person. I try to be nice to everyone unless they seem mean and then maybe I’m more indifferent. I take others’ feelings into consideration before my own. OK, not always but usually. I’ll use the plate with the chip in it or drink water if there’s not enough milk. I’ll eat the burned steak so you don’t have to. See how thoughtful I can be?
But when it comes to being a psychic medium, am I supposed to exude some sort of specialness? Should I look mysterious or have my own ambient theme music? I don’t call myself “Dream Catcher Moon Fairy” or anything like that. There are a lot of people who, when they are looking for a psychic to do a reading, want someone who looks the part. I will admit to wearing angel wing earrings and a chakra necklace. Not because I’m trying to look the part, but I really love them and they’re just part of my jewelry collection.
When I first started learning about angels and guides, Ascended Masters and such, there was a language everyone used. “Does that resonate with you?” was one of the sayings I heard a lot. “Let go of that which does not serve you.” “Break down the blocks in your life.” I’ve never talked like that in my life. I’m still the same person, why would I start talking like that now? Because it sounds spiritual? Does it sound like the words are coming from some higher source? Maybe. But you would probably hear me say “Do you understand that?” or “If you want to change your life, you have to move in a different direction.” Not woo-woo, I know but it’s just the way I see it.
If you’ve looked for a psychic online you’ve seen websites with all the images of stars and planets, ghostly figures walking into the sky.Ooooh, that person must be really close to spiritual energy. Honestly, at the beginning of my psychic career I did that too. I wanted to be perceived as someone who was “otherworldly” but it felt phony to me. Now I showcase my art because it’s colorful and represents who I am. I do have a couple of photos of Angel Tarot cards on there, but I figure some people might not know what they are.
I do ground and protect myself before every reading. I do clear afterwards but I don’t have a paragraph on my website about my housekeeping procedures. My spirituality comes from within and it’s a personal thing. So if you’re looking for a psychic reading, look past all the bells and whistles and see if you feel comfortable with the person. Do you feel a connection? What’s more important, a sparkly shawl with moons all over it, or a genuine smile? Let me know in case I have to dig my sparkly shawl out of the basement.
In two days I start the first of three weekend-long classes toward a certificate in Mediumship. I’m excited and scared at the same time. So excited to learn and understand and practice with real volunteers. Terrified that nothing will happen and I’ll be the only one in class who can’t do it. Why do I feel like this? I have had many of my own experiences that validate my ability! I always come back to this one any time I start to wonder if maybe I’m making it all up:
I was giving a practice reading to someone who was a bit of a skeptic. We were texting and I was going to have to type my responses. I closed my eyes and right away I saw fishing lures. I felt they were for trout (I am not a fishing kind of gal, so I really have no idea if they were or not). I was standing on a grassy slope and there was a lake in front of me. At the edge of the lake was a man with a baseball hat and a German Shepherd. The dog looked directly at me and started running toward me, excitedly. This seemed odd to me that the dog could see me. Anyway, I told this to the person and he indicated that his dad had passed and that his German Shepherd dog had been hit by a car. The family always wondered if maybe they were in heaven together. I think that was validation for the both of us that indeed, we can be with our pets on the other side!
I think that’s a pretty cool story and it’s what I come back to when I start to have doubts that I will be successful in this class. Even though I’ve done extensive reading and written classes, I don’t have a lot of experience giving actual mediumship readings. You learn by doing so we will be assigned homework – which will be using our new skills to do readings on volunteers and get testimonials.
What is my motivation for becoming a medium? Is it bad to say I just think it’s SO COOL to be able to connect people with their loved ones? Is that ego-based? Probably. Is it bad to want to do something for a living that I totally love? No. I think that’s what we’re all supposed to do. The hard part is figuring out what that thing is.
I can do this.
I hate it when people try to describe their dreams, but bear with me here a minute because it really does turn out to be a great story.
Not long ago I received a “friend request” from someone I haven’t seen in over 30 years. We have a mutual friend, but I had to ask who this person was because I really didn’t recognize her name. Realizing that indeed we knew each other, it was nice to reconnect. I knew that her aunt was placed in assisted living several years ago with early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. I knew the aunt personally many years ago too.
About a month after reconnecting I had a dream that the aunt came to me and she took me flying over the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego. It opened up like a pop-up book as we flew over the ocean, then each piece of the hotel raised up page by page. It was very vivid and not something I could forget when I woke up. I thought it was weird to be dreaming about her because I hadn’t seen her in such a long time.
As I thought about it the next day, it came to me that this was a message from the aunt to her niece. I wasn’t sure exactly how to present this information or whether she would be accepting of a message since I’m pretty quiet about this sort of thing. I sent her a private message, and I think I just asked her if she would be open to receiving information that might be a little extraordinary. She said she was.
First I asked her if her aunt liked the Hotel del Coronado. She said she loved that place and went there often. That was my opening! I told her about the pop-up book and she told me that’s the only kind of books she can read now. She thanked me for the message and said she was going to go visit her aunt – she really hadn’t been there in awhile.
She went and brought a pop up book for her. Her aunt didn’t really recognize her but they had a nice visit and my friend was definitely happy she went.
A few weeks later I was in my bedroom folding clothes and I had what I call a “spirit surge.” That feeling of chills like someone just walked through your body. I found out the next morning that her aunt had passed away. My friend did not get to see her again after that last visit and she was happy that she made time to go.
So now there are some interesting things going through my mind. I TOTALLY feel like this aunt had something to do with us connecting on Facebook. She wanted to see her niece again and how was she going to communicate that to someone when she has Alzheimer’s? Through the dream state. Her soul is free as a bird when she is sleeping and can go anywhere and talk to anyone. She chose to “talk” to me in my dreams and fortunately, I was able to understand what to do with the information.
Those vivid dreams you have…write them down and see if maybe there’s a message in there somewhere. It might not be for you. It might not come to you right away. But don’t discount it because maybe you’ve been selected as the messenger.
There was a person I was aware who died recently. I didn’t know him personally but I started “thinking” about him. What I mean is that he would pop into my head frequently; I wasn’t sure why, because we had no ties and he lived across the country. Why would I even think about him past the initial realization of his passing?
One Saturday, my husband had us scraping the paint off the side of our house – his idea of a family activity I guess. Well, it is mind-numbing work. Perfect conditions for my subconscious to be open for this person to let me know it wasn’t my imagination. I felt his presence quite strongly and through thought, he told me he was afraid to pass over for fear of being judged. He died of an accidental overdose, well, nothing is REALLY an accident, is it?