Over the past couple of years I’ve gotten the reputation for being the person that “makes things happen.” Or for that matter, doesn’t. Ironically (or perhaps not), as I’m writing this my husband called just to tell me – “Damn you Dawn! You’ve done it again… stop telling me I need more work because it keeps coming.” I don’t see the problem.
Because of this reputation, I have lovingly (at least most of the time) been dubbed the family “witch.” I don’t think it’s a completely accurate title as simply I ask Spirit and then am provided for. Nevertheless due to the designation, I now have a reading room full of witch paraphernalia that has been gifted to me. So in good humor, as my most recent acquisition would state, “If the hat fits”- I’ll wear it.
Now on to a tale of my most recent “witchy-ness…”
My cousin Sarah, who is really more like a sister, recently purchased her first home. Her first order of business… find… a… DOG. Who cares about furniture and appliances? A pet is what really makes a home after all!
I, because of an offhand comment, that I’d reach out to several of my friends who work with animal shelters to see if any big, loveable dogs were available… somehow became integral in her dog hunt. And it apparently became, “Dawn’s going to find me a dog!”
Unfortunately, I’m an out of sight out of mind type of gal… and as such, although it was believed I’d find the perfect companion, my offhand comment hadn’t amounted to much. Which made me feel like a schmuch each time my aunt mentioned it – good going Dawn!
After the third time my aunt mentioned it, I figured – I should probably try a little harder. So I did what I always do… ask Spirit. Before I even had the opportunity to reach out to my friends see if anything had popped up, I received an e-mail from my friend Sarah (another Sarah – go figure!). She and her family are moving overseas for a couple of years and needed to find a home for her six-year-old bernese mountain dog, Flo.
A picture of Flo was attached. When I saw those eyes looking back at me, I knew Sarah had found her dog and Flo had found a home. Within minutes of receiving the e-mail, I’d texted and heard back from both who were eager and interested!
Like magic, both Sarahs found what they were looking for. It’s been a couple of weeks and it’s not a done deal just yet, but in my mind it is. It never ceases to amaze me how things just happen. And while my friends and family may think I had a hand in all of it, I chuckle because I know better. It’s all Spirit’s doing… I’m just paying attention and can help facilitate.
I live my life by the Jewish proverb, “What you don’t see with your eyes don’t invent with your mouth.” That being said, I tend to be incredibly skeptical.
Don’t think the irony escapes me. I recognize that most of what I do is in the metaphysical world comes from unseen forces… but, I have high standards and want demonstrable proof before I’ll just believe. Such was the case with black tourmaline.
Black tourmaline, for those of you who aren’t familiar, is touted to have the “power” to repel any and all negativity. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that all gemstones have some innate vibration that can assist people, but there has always been a part of me that is skeptical as to whether it is the stone in and of itself or the intent the individual places on the stone. My experience with black tourmaline, at least in its case, is it’s the stone.
Now on to the story…
At one of my previous “day jobs,” I was having a difficult time with my boss. While she is an incredibly ambitious person for whom I have a great deal of respect, however she is also controlling and a bear to work for. After months of struggling to smile and nod through the negativity and wade through the palpable heaviness that permeated the office, I decided I needed to do something. ANYTHING. So I did…
I went home and shifted through my collection of rocks, searching for my chunks of black tourmaline. The piece I selected was about the size of a small plum which I stuck in the back of my office desk. To my amazement, my boss – who is the, “I’m going to lean over your shoulder while you work and criticize what you do” type – stopped coming into my office! Rather, upon approaching my office she would stop abruptly at the doorway and bark orders from there… but would no longer cross the threshold. I was relieved but didn’t want to get my hopes up as maybe I was trying to see something that wasn’t there.
The new behavior from my boss continued for about a week, at which point several co-workers took notice and asked “Dawn, what type of spell did you cast??” They too had noticed that our boss no longer entered my office and seemed to steer clear of me. As I informed them of my small stone, they laughed. Part of them probably thinking, “Kooky Dawn…”
All that mattered to me was the black tourmaline seemed to be doing its job. Tensions in the office had paled some for which I was grateful. Maybe the job wasn’t that bad. And, maybe, just maybe, it really would be all that I had hoped for.
For those of you familiar with stones, you know that it is helpful to charge them. This can be done by placing them in the moon and/or sunlight, placing the on another crystal or placing them close to Mother Earth. As the full moon approached, I decided I should charge the black tourmaline so on a Friday before the next full moon I grabbed it, took it home and placed it on my porch.
Monday morning came. Rushing to get to work, I forgot the chunk of tourmaline. Monday turned into Tuesday, Wednesday and then Thursday and Friday.
That week was a challenge… the negativity was back (and from my perspective worse than ever). On Friday, several of my co-workers commented that my stone didn’t seem to be working anymore. When I told them I had left it at home, they laughed even harder.
You better believe that the next Monday the stone was back in my desk. And sure enough, it did its job and minimized the negativity. But over that next couple of weeks, I came to a realization. If I had to depend upon a stone to protect me from negativity, the environment was unhealthy and not one I wanted to remain in. As a result, I handed in my resignation (you better believe I had a piece of black tourmaline on me that day!)
What happened to the black tourmaline I kept in my desk? I left it to my co-workers. Not only had I become a believer in its “power,” but so had they! The icing on the cake for them came a few days before my last day. Everyone in the office went out to celebrate our Administrative and Executive Assistant. At that point, I’d cleared out most of my belongings out of my office but had opted to keep the black tourmaline around… just in case. It had worked so well so far, why abandon it at the end? But, I didn’t want to forget it so I carried it around in my purse. At the restaurant, two open seats (one at either end of the table) remained open when my boss flew in. She went towards the open one closest to me and her Executive Assistant but as she was pulling out the chair to sit she abruptly stopped and moved to the seat at the other end of the table. The Executive Assistant gave me a knowing glance, snickered and stated “You have that stone on you don’t you??” I just smiled back.
Since I’ve left, I haven’t heard whether the stone is still having its desired effect in the office. But the experiences I had were proof enough for me. I’ve become a believer!
Yesterday my Pathways to Spirit mediumship development classes took a “field trip” to Lily Dale. It’s been a trip that has been in the works for ages!!! Events, however, always happen in their time and the trip couldn’t have come at a better one. The Lily Dale season ended a couple weeks ago so we had the grounds basically to ourselves, the first cohort of students just completed the first year of unfoldment curriculum, and the second group is just beginning. Talk about timing!!
Between my students and their loved ones, there were 22 of us. Each of these individuals is on their own personal path to enlightenment and the day’s activities were designed around that. We walked the Pilgrim’s Path Labyrinth, did a Trust Walk, meditated on the Cycles of Truth Medicine Wheel, and, walked the grounds. It was a beautiful day.
My group, however, were not the only “seekers” at Lily Dale yesterday.
As the day was coming to a close and I was making my way down to Inspiration Stump as it was time to formally recognize each individual who for the past year has dedicated themselves to mediumship development and for them to stand where so many other student mediums have stood to practice passing messages, I was approached by a couple who inquired about activities occurring in Lily Dale (I must have looked like I knew what I was doing??) In our conversation, they expressed that they had felt drawn to make the trek from Attica to Lily Dale today (I couldn’t blame them, it was a beautiful fall day and a great day for a motorcycle ride!), but that once there they didn’t really know what to do. To which I had to inform them that unfortunately, since the Lily Dale season had ended a couple of weeks ago, the public services are not occurring but that they may be able to get a private consultation (although it was late in the day, so I wasn’t sure) and the grounds are always available to wander and enjoy. Additionally, there may be events happening that I’m not aware of. I also mentioned my students would be practicing at the stump. At which point they asked if they could sit in. As it is open space, of course I said sure! Plus it would give my students an opportunity to pass messages to people they didn’t know.
The three of us chatted on our way down to the stump. They were a very nice couple interested in spirituality and drawn to Lily Dale. When we arrived in the grove, most of my students and their guests were already in the pews so I bid my companions adieu and went about my business. As there were a few additional groups of people, not with my group, I greeted them, explained we were not Lily Dale registered mediums but that several individuals would be practicing their message passing. Some stayed, some left – hopefully they all got what they needed.
Each of the first year students got up and passed the messages. Most were nervous. Many surprised themselves. They did a beautiful job (this is one proud mama!)
At the end, all the additional groups had left. Except the couple I walked in with. At which point, the wife thanked us for allowing them to join us as she felt comfortable seeing that mediums are real people, and not how they are sometimes portrayed on TV. She also asked a question – the flood gates then opened and the messages poured for the two of them.
At the end, the couple walked out with our group and chatted with us for about another 45 minutes!! Many of my students interacted with them, sharing their experiences and listening to this couple’s. It is my belief that Spirit guided these individuals to us because they needed something. Some reassurance… some faith… some connection… and, hopefully they received it.
Spirit speaks. I listen… well, most of the time. This next story is a time I listened.
At the end of May, a new spiritual store, New World Gifts, opened less than ten minutes from my home in the town of Williamsville. I’d seen it on Facebook, heard about it from my clients and passed by it many times on my way down Main Street. That being said, I’d never been in it.
But I’d been meaning to drop in and check it out. I was, after all, sending people there for crystals and smudge. The logical thing would be to know what they sold. But, I always seemed to be in a hurry or stopping by just after hours and figured, “I’d check it out eventually.”
Eventually came one afternoon in July. I’d had a very productive day – I’d had several clients and worked on upcoming blog posts. Due to the spiritual nature of the day, my guides were chirping away in my ear and they had become insistent that I go to New World Gifts, TODAY.
Being the stubborn girl I am, I resisted. I had stuff to do and was on a roll. I also had plans to meet some girlfriends for Happy Hour, and by no means was I going to miss that! But, after trying to ignore my guides’ persistence, I finished getting myself ready for my evening out. With about an hour to kill, I relented and said to my husband, “Let’s check out that new store on Main Street.”
So we did.
When we got there, I was extremely impressed. The shop, nestled in a plaza in the middle of town, was inviting and warm. While it is full of metaphysical and spiritual items, they are all understated and suit the clientele of the area. We checked out the candles, wind chimes and lawn ornaments, books and crystals – all the while I’m thinking, phew… I haven’t been steering folks wrong!
As we were browsing, the kind shop owner struck up conversation. I tend to be a little stand-offish, my husband is the talker – so as they had a lovely conversation about the crystals and the upcoming crystal classes that the shop would be offering, I stayed relatively quiet taking an inventory of everything the store had to offer.
After browsing, I selected a lawn ornament to purchase – a medium sized engraved rock that stated the Jewish Proverb – “What you don’t see with your eyes, don’t invent with your mouth”- a philosophy I preach to my students. While checking out, the kind shop owner (who I now know to be Martha) asks me, “What about you? What do you do?”
I still struggle with this question – Do I say I’m a medium? Or do I go with grant writer, strategic planner and project manager? What do I say? On this day, before I had a moment to ponder the question these words came out of my mouth: “I AM a medium.”
What came next shocked me even more. Martha responded, “Do you want to read here?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was caught completely off guard. I hadn’t gone to the store that day with the intention of reading there! But, what I have since come to realize and find out is that it was what both (Martha and I) had asked spirit for.
Long and the short of it, I am now reading out of New World Gifts on Friday afternoons. During our conversations, Martha revealed that the day before I walked into the store she had asked spirit to bring her readers that would fit her clientele. And the next day, in I walk. Additionally, I had written in my strategic plan several weeks earlier that I would build relationships with shops in the area and either read out of them or offer classes.
We asked, spirit provided. Sometimes it happens fast (less than 24 hours for Martha). Sometimes it takes a little longer (a few weeks for me). But when you state your intention, spirit will always provide. It’s something I have to remind myself of sometimes. This story helps me do that.
Recently, a client challenged my need and desire to take classes. His belief was that, “Mediumship is a gift from God. Either you have it or you don’t. As a gift, there should be no need for classes.”
I disagree. It is my belief that while I view my mediumship a gift, it is better classified as a talent – similar to that of an athlete. EVERYONE can connect and communicate with the other side, but some people are just naturally better at it. For those people (like myself), the classes aren’t about opening ourselves up… rather, they teach us how to manage the gift AND turn it off (when necessary). The importance of learning that became apparent to me during a trip to Gettysburg.
The stop in Gettysburg about ten years ago was impromptu. My mother and I travelled to eastern Pennsylvania on a shopping expedition to the outlet malls (there are several in Hershey, Lancaster, and Gettysburg, PA). While in the area, not only did we hit the outlets, but we also got a chocolate fix, checked out the Amish, and decided to make our way down to the historic sites of Gettysburg – neither of us had ever been.
This trip came at a point when I was just beginning to accept and explore my gift. It had recently come on full-blown after being quieted for years and I was trying to make sense of it. I thought the visions and feelings were “cool” and didn’t completely understand how to process the messages. What happened in Gettysburg showed me that the gift isn’t always “cool” and that classes were necessary for my sanity.
Our stop in Gettysburg started off relatively uneventful. As we drove into town and made our way around the circle in the middle of town, I smiled but I began to feel heaviness in my chest and my breath became short. It also started to get loud. There were cannons and gunshots going off in the distance – I initially thought, “Lucky us!! We might see a reenactment!” The type of reenactment I saw that day was more than I bargained for.
As we made our way towards the battlefields, I began to see that the reenactments weren’t those of actors, but the spirits reenacting their last days. Trying to avoid that which was occurring around me, my mother and I decided (as any good tourist should) to stop at the Welcome Center… BAD IDEA! Before we even got out of the car my sixth sense was ringing and all my “Clairs” were activated: We were being charged by soldiers… the were wounded, scared, cocky, a whole host of emotions; there were cannons, gunshots, wails from pain and pleading from soldiers; my heart and whole body ached, my head throbbed and I felt as though I was about to toss my cookies; the taste of blood filled my mouth and the smell of smoke filled the air. Tears were in my eyes, but we headed into the Visitor Center – I foolishly thought I’d be able to shake these feelings.
That didn’t happen. Rather, as we entered the Welcome Center, I made a bee-line down the stairs to the Women’s Restroom hoping to pull myself together. Three soldiers followed me. No amount of water in my face was about to get them to leave. So after shutting myself in the stall for a few minutes and being accosted by one very persistent spirit… I darted out of the bathroom and told my mother WE MUST LEAVE. NOW! Not just the center, the town in general. We did.
My mother and I spent approximately 30 minutes in Gettysburg that day – the longest thirty minutes of my life. It was after that I began to understand the necessity for the “basics” of mediumship (grounding, protecting, centering and allowing). As a teacher, I now stress the importance of “mastering” these skills before completely opening oneself to the spiritual word. Without them, it’s a scary world out there.
It took a long time for me to return to Gettysburg. It’s still a hard place to visit and I have the most interesting experiences every time I go (more on that later), but fortunately, as my in-laws live ten minutes south of Gettysburg and we pass by the battlefields every time we travel to visit them, the classes have allowed me to dull the sensations and I’m able to enjoy the history.
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.