Sometimes, it feels strange to talk about when I first discovered I could see and talk to people who’ve transitioned to “the other side”. It’s a gift very few can identify with, and it still surprises me today! In more precise terms, being a medium means you have the ability to communicate with spirits; people who’ve passed on.
The earliest memory I have of seeing a spirit was when I was 3-years-old. I remember it so well; it was a sunny winter day and I was wide-awake in my crib. A woman appeared out of nowhere. She was standing over me, looking down and smiling. Some kids would be scarred for life by such a surreal sighting, but I felt at peace. She told me I was the cutest thing she’d ever seen and reached down to stroke my cheeks. She had light blonde hair and looked like a glamorous movie star. I don’t recall seeing her after that, but she was familiar and I felt her presence. At first, my parents didn’t take me seriously when I described this woman; that is, until I pointed her out on TV. She was Marilyn Monroe. Imagine their shock.
My gift as a medium really began to develop as a result of my heavy life experiences. When I was 15-years-old, my father committed suicide. He was my twin soul and we were deeply connected. I understood his depression; he had never gotten over my young uncle’s passing. However, understanding his pain didn’t make it any better and I felt it was incredibly unfair that he left me here. I cried for what seemed like a lifetime. He would come visit me in my dreams to tell me how sorry he was and how he wished he could take it all back. He explained that he left because he though it would be in my best interest, so that I wouldn’t have to deal with his mood swings, depression and drinking habit.
As I grew up and started to become a woman, my father felt clueless as to how he could help me along my journey in life. It was different… he couldn’t just put a Band-Aid on my scratched knee and hold me anymore. Leaving me here in the physical world was a mistake he regrets deeply to this day, but the silver lining is that he has grown to become my primary guide. He loves working with me when I do my readings and manages to have fun from heaven by pranking me every now and then, just like old times!
About nine years after my father’s suicide, I was hit with another tragedy. On a late January night, my mother drowned to death. I was pregnant with my second son and had already buried my aunt and grandfather just months apart. I thank my little boy for coming at the time he did because I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t had him to prepare for.
I’ve always loved my mother dearly and we had a special bond I'll cherish forever. She, like my father, struggled with alcohol abuse and self-hatred. The last three months of her life, we didn’t speak because I couldn’t deal with her problems and there was nothing more I could do. Now, I remember the good times, her on-point sense of humor and stubbornness that I find in myself as well. Every single day, I miss talking to her. To be honest, I’m not even close to being done with the grieving process, but I know she is with me at all times. She gives me signs, like the lingering scent of her perfume.
The most valuable lesson I learned from my tumultuous past is this: love yourself! It’s not easy, especially when it has been such a significant problem with so many family members. Although it almost feels inevitable to inhere within their patterns, I sought help to break free. At the end of the day, I had to decide whether I wanted to live or die; if I was going to live, I really had to live. There would be no middle ground.
When I finally got myself together—or at least as much as possible—I set out on a new path and created my business, Soul Life. It was clear that I had to use my challenges to help others navigate theirs, because why else would I have gone through all of this drama? So I could just sit here and be sad? I think not. Through it all, I found my greatest passion and now make a living out of using my skills to help people find peace. There is no greater gift than being able to put families and friends in touch with their loved ones who’ve left this world, whether their departure was expected or unexpected. They get comfort, closure, and a moment to relive memories and catch up. Some are skeptics, some are believers, but I’ve learned to avoid seeking approval.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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