Everyone has a story. How they grew up. How they meet their spouse. How they ended up where they are now. Well, today, I’m sharing with you my story –my story of finding my Truth as a medium.
I first started sensing Spirit just less than two years ago. I was overwhelmed, confused and honestly, a bit frightened, to say the least. Many mediums can remember sensing Spirit as a child, interacting with them, waking up to find them sitting at the edge of their beds. I am not that medium. I had NONE of that—or at least nothing that I can remember now. And my spiritual journey didn’t begin with me sensing Spirit, wanting to sense Spirit or even remotely considering that would ever be a reality for me.
I grew up in Virginia. Not in a small town but not huge either. But, everyone seemed to know everyone. There was not a lot of anonymity. My parents were divorced, but there was nothing traumatic about it. I always felt loved. Neither religion nor spirituality was a major component of our family values. Morality, kindness, compassion and acceptance for all of humanity? YES! Religion or a strong belief in God or Source energy? Not necessarily. I basically stayed in that geographic area for most of my life. I married and divorced. I had a son. I began a career in our area’s major industry. I worked hard and had success in my career.
Fast-forward to just over 3 years ago, I moved to California for my at-the-time partner’s job. I knew no one in the town. I had no family here and neither did he. I was a stay-at-home mom so my exposure to the community was playgrounds and library story time. On one miraculous day where I managed to procure 2 kidless hours (yes!), I set out to find a local bookstore. Why? Let me try and explain….
On my way to Trader Joes, earlier in the week, I had passed a crystal shop and was drawn to go inside. My visit there didn’t last long. Toddlers and expensive, sparkly objects are quite the combination. And honestly, I knew nothing about crystals except for a brief interest my oldest son had for them at one point during his “I want to collect stuff” phase. So, on that rare kid-free day, not having any idea what I should do with my free time, the thought ‘buy a book on crystals”, popped into my head. Ummmm……ok?? I had nothing else to do, so I yelped local bookstores. Of course all of the major chains popped up but so did a few local ones. I made a conscious choice to support local business and thought I’d find the right one based on Yelp reviews. Well, there was really nothing there to help me so I resorted to mapping which one was the closest. At that moment, the map on my phone decided not to work. I got annoyed. Why do I always install those updates without reading the reviews? Urgh. Now how would I choose? I started looking at the names again and then one just seemed to call to me. And in my head I heard “go to that one”. Strangely enough, when I tried the map again to plug that store’s address in, it worked. So off I went.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized it was more than just a bookstore. I saw Buddha statues, dream catchers, and flowing articles of clothing. What kind of woo-woo place had I come to??? I remember sighing and thinking, ugh, this is NOT what I wanted. But I was there already, so I went in. I was greeted by a woman with a French accent from behind the counter and was overtaken by the strong smell of some earthy herb being burned. I browsed for a few minutes and then thought, it’s definitely time to go. As I headed for the door, I saw the woman from the counter begin to approach me. Oh no – of course I assumed she was trying to head me off to sell me something. Not. Even. Close. With a gentleness that words can’t provide, she began to introduce herself to me as both the shop owner and a medium. I had spent hours with my oldest son watching John Edward and the Long Island Medium so knew exactly what a medium was. She could talk to dead people. She proceeded to say there was a Spirit with me who was asking her, begging her actually, to intercede and give me messages before I left. She asked for my permission to do so. I froze and my breathing quickened. I responded without realizing that I was responding — yes, please go ahead. She began to describe this Spirit to me — my deceased father’s physical attributes, his laughter, and his personality. She described being unable to breath (he died of lung cancer) and talked of others in my family who were also grieving his absence. She described my move, my fear of being in a big city. She delivered messages with such detail that there was no doubt in my mind she spoke the Truth. She had no way of knowing anything about me. I was in a city that I’d never been in before. I knew no one. She never asked me a single question while she delivered the messages. Never looked to me for acknowledgement or leading information. After she was done, she asked me for nothing from me in return. No money. No purchases from her store. She thanked me — yes, she thanked me! – for allowing her to be of service to Spirit and to me. I hugged her. I had a hard time letting this stranger go. I left that store in tears – tears of confusion, tears of joy, tears of relief. I was forever changed. As I write this 2 years later, I am still flooded with the emotions of what I experienced that day.
So, that’s the day I mark as the beginning of my journey. And because of my work over the past few years, I can now look back and recognize that my Spirit team – my Guides, my Angels, my Ancestors, my Higher Self, MY DAD, led me, nudged me to that very moment.
The messages may feel subtle. We may have to pay close attention, but they are there. Oh and yes – I did actually did eventually buy a crystal book!