I’ve always found Mediumship to be fascinating. I think the first I ever heard of it was
when my Mom would watch Crossing Over with John Edwards. We would watch,
mesmerized as he gave messages from loved ones from the Other Side. We would cry
with the audience members and marvel at his talent of connecting with spirit and
passing along healing messages. Over the years I read some of his books and
continued to watch his show here and there.
One day a few years back I got a call from my Dad, he said that John Edwards was
coming to a local bookstore to promote his fiction book he had written and that he was
doing platform readings for only 50 people. The best news was that the bookstore
wasn’t promoting it so hardly anyone knew! We couldn’t believe our luck. We rushed
over to stand in line for hours and were so lucky to sit in the audience. We were happy
for the people who received messages but afterward my Dad looked at me disappointed
and said, “I just don’t get it. I have lost SO many people in my lifetime. Why didn’t any of
them come through for me?” I didn’t have an answer.
Years later I caught The Long Island Medium on television and loved watching her.
Again, I was fascinated by her talent and her unique personality made it fun to watch.
One of my best friends suffered a terrible tragedy. She read many books and gave me a
book by Teresa Capputo and told me to read it. While reading the book I realized that it
was the first time I had ever heard of someone having a mentor in spiritual matters. It
got me thinking, where do I find someone to mentor me? I filed that thought away and
went along with my life. We even got tickets and a group of us went to see Teresa live!
Afterwards my friend was also disappointed. She thought for sure her loved one would
come through for her. Again, I didn’t know why she didn’t, either.
So, in my late 30’s these were the only experiences I had ever had with psychic
mediums and I thought that they just saw spirits like in the movies and that they talked
or whispered to them and to be honest that did not sound appealing to me. I was
dealing with the weird stuff that was going on in my life and had been since I was a kid. I
really didn’t WANT to SEE anything! When I was very young I remember seeing a
shadow on the wall in my hallway and being so scared I just yelled for my Mom and hid
under my covers. I remember getting sick in my bed and not getting up to tell anyone
because I was terrified of the dark. I have spent my entire life with a light on somewhere
in my room, I like to keep my bedroom door closed and locked and I sleep away from
the door. I remember never sleeping with my back towards the door until I was in my
late 20’s. However it didn’t matter where I lived, it seemed weird things would always
happen. I blamed it on the old houses I lived in. I would have doors that would slam in
my basement of one house. I would hear music when no music was playing. I would
hear voices but no one was around. I would have ‘feelings’ that someone was nearby. It
usually happened in cycles and a series of things would happen. For example I stayed
up real late one night watching movies and I let my dog out one more time before bed,
the cats followed through the kitchen knowing they would get their night time treat and
all of a sudden pans would fall out of a cabinet that I hadn’t opened in days. I look at my
cats and they’re both staring at nothing on the wall. I go into my room and hear
shampoo bottles falling in my shower. Ugh! Stop the insanity, leave me alone! I’d sleep
with all the lights on in the house if I even slept at all. I am a night owl by nature and I
always sleep best in the morning when the sun comes up, however this doesn’t work
with a daytime job.
On Easter morning when I was in my late 20’s I woke up and my deceased Grandpa
was in my room. I remember that I was laying in bed and it was like he was up high on
my wall! It was somewhat dark in the room and I felt like I was awake but I was afraid to
totally open my eyes. I was literally scared stiff. He said stuff to me and I remember he
didn’t talk with his mouth, it was like he spoke to my mind. I was living with my boyfriend
and I had a moment of, Well this is awkward, and my old fashioned Grandpa actually
chuckled and said, “I’ll pretend I don’t see him lying there.” Wait, what?? I could not
move. I was so terrified but he was talking to me and he said all this stuff that I don’t
even remember because I was too terrified to get up and write it down! I remember
something about astrology and he was into that. I remember him saying that he cared
about me but I guess I can’t even put into words what I remember happening. Too
scared to move or wake the boyfriend up, I convinced myself it wasn’t real and fell back
asleep. I told myself it was a dream. So, did I want to SEE spirits? Uh, no. I didn’t want
to because my experience had been really quite disturbing to me. Have I mentioned that
now I’m a practicing medium?
I had a crazy dream one night and I dreamed that someone removed one of my eyes. I
even remember actually looking at my reflection in a mirror, in my dream and seeing the
gaping hole where my eye was supposed to be. When I woke up I immediately wrote
everything down that had happened. I researched and researched and had come to the
conclusion that I had just had a ‘3rd Eye Dream’. My psychic awareness was shifting
and I started to search for some kind of support. I ‘happened’ to come across a local
psychic medium’s website that offered many services including intuitive life readings.
Suddenly it occurred to me that I can actually have my OWN spirit reading done instead
of buying a ticket to sit in a large crowded audience. Mainly I wanted to ask her about
my own intuitions but I also was curious how a spirit reading would turn out. I made a
one hour appointment with her. I couldn’t wait, I was so curious! Both of my Grandmas
were there and I was totally blown away by all the memories they shared and things she
said that only my Grandmothers would know. It was emotional but also wonderful. There
was a lot of information and they had both been gone for a while so I had trouble
remembering things right on the spot but luckily she records her sessions and my Mom
was able to listen and remind me of things I had forgotten. It was so amazing. Of course
I cried because I always cry but there was something so healing about that cry. I
realized that my Grandmothers were aware of things going on in my life recently since
they passed! It gave proof and validation that they were still with me. It was such an
amazing experience for me, I felt like I had just spent a half hour in heaven talking with
my Grandmas. After the spirit reading I asked for my intuitive life study and she decided
my intuitions were pretty darn good and she invited me to join a monthly study group
that she held in her home. I could not believe my luck because this was exactly what I
was looking for! It was Spring and the current group would only have one more session
then break for summer but she got my information so I could join the class in the Fall.
She told me that in the meantime I should check out seminars and she gave me the
date of a seminar she was co hosting over the summer. I was so excited!
I was so nervous going to this seminar. I had no idea what to expect, I knew no one
there except this medium I had only just met and I didn’t know what I was going to be
doing. Well, I listened to them talk about psychic development and I furiously took
notes. Nice, no talking to anyone, I can do this! I was fascinated and hung on every
word. Then the presenter said, “Now, I want you to pair up with someone and sit facing
them”. What?? So, I reluctantly ask the woman next to me if she wants to be partners.
Ugh, so awkward. I don’t know how to do anything, yet! He then tells us that he wants
us to give spirit readings to the person….I think my jaw literally hit the floor. Panic
overcame me. I wanted to raise my hand and tell him that there must be a mistake
because I’m only there for the psychic stuff and I didn’t sign up for any mediumship
stuff! I am facing this young woman and I’m sure I have turned 50 shades of pale. I
begged her to go first. She seemed new at this too. She said some stuff and I was like,
Yeah maybe that could be my Grandpa. I don’t know, but I smiled and thanked her for
her efforts. Then it was my turn!! The presenter walked us through how to do this, so I
started to see images in my mind’s eye. I have no idea if I’m just making this information
up or what! I start to describe a woman holding a small child and I describe that she is
somewhere warm and I see palm trees. This woman’s face is completely blank. Oh boy,
I’m totally failing at this. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing! Now my face is getting
red because I’m just bumbling like an idiot. The presenter sees my frustration and I tell
him, “I don’t know what I’m doing and I think I’m making all this up.” So, he gently
coaxed me back to what I was seeing and I described everything to him. Again, the
woman I was reading just sat there and said it didn’t make any sense to her. He said, “I
am seeing what you are seeing. I can validate it. It may not make sense to her right
now, maybe it will later.” Relief. And then he whispered in my ear, “You’re better at this
than you realize.” Wow, I was totally shocked! It was kind of a neat feeling and I was
intrigued but never dreamed that that would be my first of many spirit readings to come.
