A Medium is Born

When I was in 9th grade I had my whole life planned out: I was going to become a Social Worker like my mother and work as a mental health therapist. I would get married at the age of 27 and have children at 29. I would live with my family in a house in the burbs. I would open a private practice and work as therapist until I retired at the age of 65.

I worked SO hard to make that a reality.  I went to grad school, worked for years at mental health agencies where the caseloads were high and the moral was low. I studied my butt off and spent thousands of dollars so I could pass my license exam and finally earn my License in Clinical Social Work. Just as I was ready to finally open a private practice, my psychic awareness opened up and the rest is history. I’ve kissed the conventional life I planned for myself goodbye and now I’m sitting on my couch, writing a blog about communicating with angels and dead people.
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My first mediumship experience occurred when I was in my 20s.  When a close friend died suddenly, I began reading about life after death to help me process the loss.  My reading helped me feel connected to my friend.  A few months later, I visited my cousin Jack who had end-stage cancer and had reached a point in which his health was rapidly deteriorating.  I shared my thoughts about the afterlife with Jack, but he didn’t believe. I jokingly told him to give me a sign that I was correct after he passed away.

 It turns out, Jack delivered! When I was at his funeral, the name Peter popped into my head. I remember asking myself, “Who’s Peter?”, when the man sitting next to me introduced himself.  He was Peter!  He and Jack were best friends since they were two years old. I felt a great sense of calm, knowing for certain that it was possible for people to connect to their loved ones after they pass away.
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I didn’t have another spirit connection until about ten years later when my psychic development teacher began teaching me how to become a medium. She taught me specific exercises to use, such as holding an object that belonged to the deceased and looking at their photograph in order to establish a connection. Who would have thought that I would go from learning about therapeutic techniques supported by extensive research to waiting for spirts to come through as I stared at their photographs! Ah, the twists and turns of life and the hereafter.