Sitting here in the quiet of my home, looking out the window and starring at a beautiful maple whose leaves have turned to an absolutely stunning crimson yellow, I ponder about my loved ones in the spirit world. I miss them so much, especially my dear
parents, yet I am comforted by the notion that they are never really very far from me. Visitations in dream time, the calling of my name, the warmth of an embrace, the whispers of their voices in my head. My connection to the spirit world has personally brought me much comfort.
I did not choose the path of a medium, but rather it chose me. There were times that it actually very much frightened me. Imagine a three year old who sees the spirit of a white horse in the barn, yet she is told there is not horse in that barn, and I
should not go in there! It must be bad seeing that horse! Every night, I saw the shadow of a man walking my room, not really paying any attention to me, but always walking toward my window, looking out, as if in search of someone. Then there was a herd of wild pigs that would run playfully in circles upon my bed and the mounted deer, moose and bear heads that would talk to me whenever I encountered one on a wall. Later, as I grew a bit older, it was vivid dreams of people who had passed. I never knew until I was an adult that this was part of clear sight. I remember thinking, oh no-now what, when that reality hit me.
As a nurse, I became very intrigued with the balance of mind, body and spirit. I always knew deep down that what physically presented itself went deeper still, into emotions, personal experiences and so much more. As I delved into alternative healing arts,
my channels of communication with spirit became more fine tuned. Messages started running through my mind. Deceased people started showing up again in my dreams, through my thoughts, and my feelings. When I finally totally accepted and fully embraced all my psychic gifts, being a medium was not one that I wanted to explore or embrace until one day during an angel reading, a handsome, Italian man came through from the spirit world to chat with his beautiful daughter. The tears of joy, the shift of energy within her body brought me to a whole new awareness. As a healer, I could not ignore how being a medium facilitates so much clarity, peace of mind, healing, inspiration, comfort for the person that I read for, as well as for this soul across the veil. It is another type of healing modality. It wasn't easy despite this notion. I was plagued by fear, fear of the unknown, fear of being ridiculed, performance anxiety, if you will.
To overcome this fear, I had to delve even deeper into myself through meditation, prayer and energy work. It brought me to a whole new level of self healing. The universe put the perfect healers, spiritual teachers, mentors and colleagues on my path. My doubts and fears began to dissipate. I made a commitment to bring forth messages as long as the Divine Creator, Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael and my spirit guide, Running Bear, stayed by my side to bring through the deceased and their messages for me. I also realized that the more I do this work, the more confident I become because in truth, I am merely the channel, nothing more or less. I connect from my heart only to be of service heart to heart. And the added perk of all of this, I am always touched, moved and in awe following the readings. I am blessed, not at all cursed, for this gift of being a medium.
parents, yet I am comforted by the notion that they are never really very far from me. Visitations in dream time, the calling of my name, the warmth of an embrace, the whispers of their voices in my head. My connection to the spirit world has personally brought me much comfort.
I did not choose the path of a medium, but rather it chose me. There were times that it actually very much frightened me. Imagine a three year old who sees the spirit of a white horse in the barn, yet she is told there is not horse in that barn, and I
should not go in there! It must be bad seeing that horse! Every night, I saw the shadow of a man walking my room, not really paying any attention to me, but always walking toward my window, looking out, as if in search of someone. Then there was a herd of wild pigs that would run playfully in circles upon my bed and the mounted deer, moose and bear heads that would talk to me whenever I encountered one on a wall. Later, as I grew a bit older, it was vivid dreams of people who had passed. I never knew until I was an adult that this was part of clear sight. I remember thinking, oh no-now what, when that reality hit me.
As a nurse, I became very intrigued with the balance of mind, body and spirit. I always knew deep down that what physically presented itself went deeper still, into emotions, personal experiences and so much more. As I delved into alternative healing arts,
my channels of communication with spirit became more fine tuned. Messages started running through my mind. Deceased people started showing up again in my dreams, through my thoughts, and my feelings. When I finally totally accepted and fully embraced all my psychic gifts, being a medium was not one that I wanted to explore or embrace until one day during an angel reading, a handsome, Italian man came through from the spirit world to chat with his beautiful daughter. The tears of joy, the shift of energy within her body brought me to a whole new awareness. As a healer, I could not ignore how being a medium facilitates so much clarity, peace of mind, healing, inspiration, comfort for the person that I read for, as well as for this soul across the veil. It is another type of healing modality. It wasn't easy despite this notion. I was plagued by fear, fear of the unknown, fear of being ridiculed, performance anxiety, if you will.
To overcome this fear, I had to delve even deeper into myself through meditation, prayer and energy work. It brought me to a whole new level of self healing. The universe put the perfect healers, spiritual teachers, mentors and colleagues on my path. My doubts and fears began to dissipate. I made a commitment to bring forth messages as long as the Divine Creator, Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael and my spirit guide, Running Bear, stayed by my side to bring through the deceased and their messages for me. I also realized that the more I do this work, the more confident I become because in truth, I am merely the channel, nothing more or less. I connect from my heart only to be of service heart to heart. And the added perk of all of this, I am always touched, moved and in awe following the readings. I am blessed, not at all cursed, for this gift of being a medium.
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