Sometimes, the way you want it to be, and the way it actually is; is something you just have to own and move on with. I have been reckoning with owning myself for years.
You see, I am a bit different and I always have been. I have a huge secret.
*Insert big gulp.*
I am a medium. As the famous movie quote goes, "I see dead people". I also feel, hear, smell, and taste while communicating with dead people. It has always been this way.
*The horror, the crazy. I know. 🤦🏻♀️*
When I was growing up I would see the old lady who owned the house before my family. Her name is Mrs. Norman. I would see her in my bedroom at night, almost every night. Although she never tried to scare, I was frightened by her. I slept with my head under the pillow and blankets, tucked into the wall because if I didn't, I would see her watching over my sister and I. It was a pretty open topic in our house as you could hear her go up and down the stairs at night. It was just the way it was.
I always innately knew to hide these experiences as to not seem crazy to the rest of the world. In my teen years, other light workers, (always adults) would often find me and tell me how they can see that I have the "gift". I knew what they were talking about.
*You mean, Everyone doesn't see the ghost lady in their house? 😳*
It also made me question my sanity for years. I would walk into places and know what happened there. I have run out of many historic buildings as I can see and feel the imprints of the past in them. The people, the bad things people do, the good things people do and the in between. It is the way it is for me.
* I always thought I should have a one-way ticket with no return to Crazy town because of this.*
So I tried my best to shut it down. It never went off but I found ways to make it happen less or at least remove myself as fast as I could when it did start happening. I slept with lights on. I prayed a lot. I made deals with God that if I just didn't see them tonight.....
*Unfortunately for me, this is His will for me.*
No matter where I moved, they were always there. College, 20s and 30s, I lived like this for years....I graduated college, maintained jobs and a business, married and started a family.
As babies, I realized both of my children could see Mrs. Norman. So I did the only thing a responsible mom would do. I read and learned everything I could on the subject. I went to class.
*I was sitting in a medium class before I knew what mediumship was or had ever seen it. Talk about taking a leap of faith.*
I went to more classes. I found mentors and comrades in crazy. I went to some more classes. I got healings. I did past lives. I met spirit guides. I went to circles. I learned I was a trance-medium. I learned tarot. I learned the pendulum and how to utilize some crystals. I went to more classes. I learned some reiki. I got more healings. I learned how to table tip. I started doing public demonstrations (platform work). I did healings on friends and family. I went to more classes and circles. I still continue to learn and grow.
I did and do all of this so I can help my kids get through. I do not want them to have a Mrs. Norman, terribly afraid night time.
I started this journey for the sake of my kids. But I found, through many readings, that I could help people heal, understand and move on a little lighter in life.
So here I am at the crossroads of my reckoning, it is only in owning and sharing my secret that I can move forward. It has become too loud and clear. I am a medium. I've been a medium since the day I was born. It is the way it is.
*It's not so crazy after all. I've concluded that it is crazy-amazing, because it is the way it is*
Please be kind.
Hope and light lives within us all.
xoxo
Joyce
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“I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” ― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
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I have been providing readings for over five years and have studied/mentored with Rita Berkowitz, Mavis Pittilla, and Jo Petrie.
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