Last weekend at the Happiness for Your Health Expo a young girl, curious about psychic coincidences yet at the same time incredibly skeptical, asked me if what I do is “real.” I love teenagers and young adults, because they don’t have the same filters adults have and will ask me blunt questions like this which results in an amazing dialogue.
Messages come in all shapes and sizes, you just have to be listening and paying attention. This past weekend I was reminded of this.
It was before the Happiness for Your Health Expo. I had arrived early to set up and was glad I did as it scored me an end spot! Once I was set up, more vendors (and all their merchandise) began to stream in which caused me to feel a little claustrophobic. Feeling crowded...
I love being a medium and feel blessed that I not only recognize but also know how to apply my intuition. I also believe YOU, yes YOU, are also a medium. The motivation for normalizing mediumship is two-fold. Selfishly, the mother in me wants my intuitive daughter to live in a world that embraces her gift. The humanitarian in me wants everyone to utilize their intuition because it makes life easier and more fulfilling.
Unfortunately, while connecting to one’s intuition makes life “easier” in the long run, it isn’t always a comfortable ride to get there. It can, and often does, hurt!
Timing is everything. When a circumstance is meant to be, it will be. But it will happen in its time.
Such was the case in a situation I encountered recently.
The story starts with my daily routine. Before I go to bed every evening, I check my e-mail and calendar to get a sense of my schedule and to-dos for the next day. The other day, my last appointment of the evening rescheduled their session after the 24-hour reminder. Seeing this, I was slightly pleased as I would be done with my day a little earlier than expected giving me time to take care of other business which included writing this Blog.
I mentioned the cancellation to my husband who commented, “Dawn, if you want it to stay that way, you should block off the rest of the evening so no one schedules.”
By this point we were having this conversation it was a little after 10pm. My calendar closes out at midnight, at which point no new appointments can be scheduled. With that in mind, I shirked off his recommendation feeling assured that no one was going to book. If in the off chance someone did book, I assured him and convinced myself the appointment was meant to be.
With that in mind, I put away the technology, completed a few more chores and went to bed.
On days I’m in my East Aurora office, I try not to do any business until I get to the office and instead focus my attention to my daughter. Such was the case this day, which meant I didn’t look at my calendar until I got to the office. At which point I discovered my husband was right (Damn his intuition)! Someone snuck into the vacancy left by the rescheduled appointment, just under the wire.
I begrudgingly smiled to myself. As I told my husband, if someone booked it was meant to be.
And after an exchange with my last client, I was affirmed this was the case.
When she walked in, during the small talk before the reading I mentioned to her it must be her lucky day as the appointment had only just become available late yesterday. I smiled further when she responded,
“I KNOW! I’ve been trying to book an appointment with you for the past few months. But between your schedule and mine, it hasn’t been able to line up. That is until last night. I was thrilled when I saw the 8pm this evening. It was too good to be true! I would have been happy with 8pm next week!”
She continued that she was certain she must have been mistaken and kept checking her e-mail and phone all day just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.
But she was there, as were her loved ones and guides. It was the right time and they helped arrange the session. Had she checked my scheduler earlier in the day, the availability wouldn’t have been there. Or, had she waited until after midnight, she would have missed out on the opportunity. It is amazing how that works!
I often tell my clients during a reading you rarely get shocking new information. Rather, the information that is discussed by the psychic or medium is likely to confirm what you already know. More importantly, it can be used to affirm you are moving towards your life’s purpose.
You might be thinking, why would I want to get a reading then? Isn’t a reader supposed to bring me great insight? How can being told what I already know be helpful?
In fact, it can be extremely helpful. Think about it. When a reader tells you about something that is going on in your life without having any prior knowledge AND then offers advice on the situation, even if it is EXACTLY the same as the advice your friends or family might give you, you know it is unbiased. A reader doesn’t know all the history like your friends and family do. They don’t have opinions about the parties involved. Additionally, because readers get clients based on how accurate they are, you can be damn sure the reader is motivated to provide you with good information and not just tell you what you want to hear.
I live by this. I share this thought with many. It is amazing, however, when the tables are turned and I am no longer the giver of information, but the receiver.
This week while my husband and I were meeting with our counselor, Bret, he started talking about a topic that resonated greatly with me. He was speaking about life scripts, or unconscious beliefs we hold due to perceptions and past history. As he was talking about the importance of being aware of them and releasing them – I perhaps inappropriately so, had to chuckle.
Why? Because while I was hoping for awe inspiring insight followed by shiny, sparkly tools that could instantaneously solve all my husband and my issues. Instead what I got was him basically telling me I should “center.”
Why did I find that funny? Centering isn’t a shiny new skill I’ve never heard of. Nor is it a new perspective that inspires an epiphany. Nope… it’s a mediumship development basic I teach to all my students.
Not only that. I KNOW how important centering is. At the beginning of each centering class, I tell my students that centering is the MOST important and the MOST overlooked basic. Additionally, I inform them that it is the one basic a person will never master. Instead, one has to work every day to be aware of one’s “pain bodies.” More importantly, one has to recognize these beliefs and cellular memories trigger the ego to respond (rarely in a positive manner). By learning to center, an individual becomes aware of those responses and by working to ignore them can be more purely led by Spirit.
Hearing my counselor remind me of this made me smile because it made me realize I wasn’t as far off my life path as I thought I was. Rather, I am already equipped with the wisdom and skills I need to walk my path. I just needed to be reminded of that. And like my clients, I needed an unbiased, third party to be the source of that message.
It also reminded me that I am human (sucks sometimes). And like my students, I have not mastered this skill. I am still learning. It was a good reminder.
So next time a reader affirms your own thoughts and feelings, be grateful for it demonstrates you are on the right path. And, if you are told something completely out of left field… keep it in mind, but don’t let it upset you. There may have been something lost in translation.
Recently I have found myself getting aggravated by a lot of little things. For example, my husband and I would be driving around town and I’d find myself offended when I saw a bumper sticker that didn’t align with my beliefs. Or, I’d see a Facebook post from a “friend” that would rub me the wrong way and I’d get into a snit. Or, I’d see something by a fellow psychic or medium and get my nose out of joint for no particular reason.
These annoyances were little things, which quite honestly have nothing to do with me. What does it matter to me if a complete stranger, someone I’m likely never going to meet, has a bumper sticker on their car that I don’t like? It’s not hurting me any. And, they have the right to believe what they want.
Same thing with the Facebook “friend.” S/he has the right to say (and do) what they please. Just because it isn’t what I would do, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.
And with the fellow psychic or medium, they have a job to do just like I do. They are promoting their business in the manner that is best for them. If it’s similar to my tactics, GREAT! If it’s different, maybe I should be taking a look at it.
But all these things were getting under my skin, and that bothered me. Why should I be frustrated by these inconsequential matters? And why was I having such a hard time letting them go?
In order to figure it out, I paused. After some reflection, I came to the following conclusions:
Once I realized those things and taken small steps, it is amazing how much better I have felt (and how much more sleep I have gotten).
So next time you find yourself in a place where lots of situations are getting under your skin, rather than get mad, pause and ask yourself – “What’s really the matter?” Once you know that, you can fix it. Until then, you’ll just be addressing the symptoms not the cause.
Due to a situation that arose this morning, I have been pondering how amazing it is that we allow others to define how we view and feel about ourselves. Even strangers and acquaintances who don’t really matter.
Over the past two months, I have been going back and forth with health insurance companies and the New York State Health Exchange to sort out an issue with my daughter’s health insurance. At the end of last year there was a clerical oversight and paperwork glitch which ultimately resulted in my daughter’s coverage being terminated. Premiums were paid. Assumptions were made that everything was in the clear. That is until I received a call early February from her pediatrician informing us that a claim had been denied. It’s been a hassle ever since trying to get it resolved.
I’ve been patient and I’ve been understanding, giving the organizations involved time to process the paperwork necessary – I’m not unreasonable I know things don’t happen overnight.
The patience ran out today.
What triggered that? This morning I received notice from the state that our request had been processed. Not a call like had been promised. And what they processed was exactly what we had requested NOT happen.
So I called. Again. And, was triaged to the appropriate department. Again. And, When the representative from that department answered, I apologized in advance for getting frustrated explaining this has been a long and stressful process. He then made it more stressful.
After explaining the situation. Explaining what I received this morning and inquiring what we may be able to do about it, he coldly responded, “That is a ridiculous and odd request. Issues like yours would have been resolved months ago. Don’t you think it is odd that you are only now bringing it to our attention?”
Shocked. Thinking he must not have understood the issue, I frantically reiterated that I had been going back and forth with the health insurances for almost two months to get this resolved. He then retorted, “Not that I don’t believe you, but if that was the case it would seem more likely the insurance company would be calling on your behalf.” After stating that, he also countered, “Did you pay your premium?”
Responding that I had. He retorted, “Were they on time?”
I admitted that February was late, but it was because I didn’t realize upon enrolling I needed to pay two months premium. But also added that as soon as I received the notice I caught up immediately.
He cockily responded, “Well there is your problem. You need to talk to the insurance company to sort this out.”
I was infuriated and demanded he put me on with a supervisor. When he told me he didn’t think one would be available but he’d try. I told him not to try, but to do. At which point we stopped listening to one another, he informed me he was hanging up and did.
I was livid. I was in tears. I recognized that perhaps I didn’t handle myself as well as I could have, but this man was condescending and made me feel two inches tall.
That feeling didn’t leave me for hours.
After a couple hours, I became self-aware and knew I had to do something to get out my funk. I decided to reflect upon the situation. Why he responded the way he did. Why I felt the way I did. I was looking for insight.
Thinking about him, I came to the following conclusion. It is my belief that he assumed I am an individual who scams the system. My daughter has Child Health Plus, which is a low cost health care solution for children primarily utilized by the unemployed, underemployed and Medicaid population. But it IS available to all individuals. Because my husband and I are both self-employed and as a result purchase our insurance as individuals, Child Health Plus was the most reasonable and comprehensive insurance solution for her. His comments, especially about our delinquency with payment, I believe support this assumption.
This clarity has helped me understand his actions. Doesn’t mean I think he was right… but at least I see where he is coming from.
On to Me. I recognize that what got under my skin was he made me feel uneducated and a negligent mother. These are both sore spots for me, and he rubbed salt into the wounds. How?
Uneducated. Education was ALWAYS stressed in my family and for a long time I defined myself by my intellect. In fact, one of the hardest emotional obstacles I had to overcome after my car accident was the fact I didn’t complete my undergraduate degree (I since have). More recently, I sometimes struggle since leaving my corporate job to pursue mediumship full time with the thought that my intellect isn’t being challenged. So to be belittled and made to feel like I should have known better, hit a nerve.
A Bad Mother. I think every parent worries they are going to screw up and damage their child. Right now her well-being is a very real concern. Without health insurance, God forbid something happens to her today or tomorrow. As her parent, it is my job to ensure she is taken care of. Right now she’s not. Whose fault is that? Being her parent, I do place that weight on myself. And this thought is confirmed because I know that as a parent I am LEGALLY obligated to keep her insured. Which leads to the concern (however unrealistic), what if CPS were notified and she was taken from me?
The fears. The weaknesses. Things I see in myself. All brought to the surface by one man. One man I spoke to for less than 30 minutes. And, who quite honestly, might not have even given me his real name.
We all have circumstances like this where someone makes us feel less than. Why do we give them that power?
I believe it’s because, as I mentioned, it brings out our inner fears and our perceived weaknesses.
That might be why. It might not. But, what I deem to be more important is the question "What do we do about it?"
First and foremost, we have to recognize that someone has made us feel less than. Acknowledge those feelings and then do a little soul searching. Reflect on why they responded the way they did and then why it made you feel the way it did. It took me a few hours, but I did it.
After that, LET IT GO. The longer you hold on to it, the more pain it can cause, and the more you begin to believe those feelings. Letting it go is quite honestly the reason I’m writing this Blog. Rather than running the conversation with the health exchange and the subsequent conversation with the insurance company over again and again in my head, I’ve organized my thoughts and got them out of my head. Getting them out results in letting it go.
Once it’s let go, it’s time to MOVE ON! While I can’t quite do that yet, I am still dealing with the issue and waiting for the insurance company to call back (hopefully with good news – after hearing what happened with NYS they said they are going to try and pull some strings), what I do plan on doing is not thinking about that A** any more. And perhaps have a dance party with my Baby Girl. Always good to shake it off.
My heart broke for a dear friend when she encountered prejudice regarding her acceptance and belief in mediumship recently. She had innocently posted on her Facebook timeline, “If I was to have a gallery reading party with a medium at my house, who would be interested?”
Almost immediately, she received the following response, “Please don’t. Don’t bring that into your home. You may not understand what you are inviting in.”
This blatantly negative, unaccepting and public response brought tears to my friend’s eyes as the individual who wrote this is considered a good friend. It also struck a chord with her because SHE and HER daughter are incredibly intuitive. And it has not been an easy journey to acceptance.
When I met my friend, she was skeptical (and afraid) of her own gifts. But, because she witnessed her daughter’s stress and anxiety manifesting physically (she was a lip and nail biter) due to her empathic and intuitive abilities, she has worked hard over the years to embrace the gifts; if not for herself, for her daughter.
And you know what? Embracing those gifts worked! Not only have the physical symptoms resolved in her daughter, but she has experienced better health (minus a few falls) as well!
Due to the positive impact this has had on her and her family’s life, she now works to educate and introduce spiritualism to her friends and family. Hence the question, “who would want to come?”
I applaud her for her courage as sharing, sometimes controversial beliefs, is hard. And I weep for her for being met with a hostile environment.
But I didn’t need to weep for too long, for she advocated and explained her beliefs to the woman. And asked her not to agree with or embrace the concept, but rather accept that this is HER belief and trust in her knowing that it comes from a place of love and respect.
Unfortunately, my friend was met with continued criticism and encouraged to “Take a look in your Bible, you will see that it is advised against.” It saddens me that one woman’s beliefs cloud her judgment and acceptance of another’s, especially one she considers a friend.
Now I have to admit, I am not overly familiar with the entirety of the Bible. But, what I have been told by good Catholics is: “Yes the Bible offers warnings for false soothsayers. But, the Bible also speaks of people with special gifts. Those that are able to communicate with Angels and Spirits of the departed. Some of whom have been canonized as Saints. It is not the gift that is to be cautioned against, it is the person.”
I was pleased to see this sentiment echoed by several other of my friend’s friends. One even spoke of Spiritualism and how the beliefs of that religion has brought her closer to God. To Spiritualists, mediumship is PART of their religion. If you are not familiar with Spiritualism, two of the major principles are 1) “We affirm that the existence and personal identity of the individual continue after the change called death” and 2) “We affirm that communication with the so-called dead is a fact, scientifically proven by the phenomena of Spiritualism.” Due to these tenets, demonstrations of mediumship are conducted at every single Spiritualist service.
This situation, while I like to live in my bubble and believe this is the exception to the norm, makes me wonder if my experience of acceptance is actually the exception. I hope in what I do, I can continue to educate, inform and inspire. What pleases me, is I think what I am doing is working as I’m already seeing a ripple effect. My friend stood up for her beliefs despite the hostility and let love and her truth shine.
At the beginning of every reading, I encourage my clients to ask whatever questions they may have. Want additional details? No problem!! Ask! But know, that there is no guarantee I will get an answer. I CAN’T force a message.
I need to remember this when I am trying to get messages for myself. It would save me a lot of frustration.
Frustration and 50 bucks!
A few weeks ago I tried to replicate the clarity of a message I received last year (check out this blog for the full story). My husband and I had been up at the casino. When we arrived, my guides had clearly indicated where winnings would be. Back up there, after surprising my hubby with a night away, I hoped we might be able to walk away with some winnings. As I had learned my lesson and was not going to ignore a message again.
Unfortunately, this year my guides gave me NOTHING. No machine called to me. No sign that this machine was going to be a winner. I was blank. Nothing was coming through.
So I sat down at Lil’ Red, the machine that was promised (and was) the big winner last year. Nothing. I then sat at the Wizard of Oz machines, which have always paid out for me in the past. Again, nothing.
Feeling frustrated and worried I wasn’t going to win anything, I began to wander in hopes that my inner compass would start to tick and I’d be drawn to a machine.
Nope. I aimlessly walked round and round and round until a dizzy husband said, “Sometimes you’re just not meant to be a winner.”
I felt defeated. But then I looked up and saw a machine that looked “fun.” It was called Alice and based on Alice in Wonderland. Could this be my message? Fairy tale machines do seem to be my thing (Red Riding Hood, Wizard of Oz…). And, don’t messages often come when we are about to lose faith? After playing all scenarios over and over again in my head, I rationalized that this MUST BE the machine and I needed to play it!
Unfortunately, the two machines were already occupied. A couple was sitting there. Playing and chatting. So my husband and I set up camp a few machines down and hoped they would get up. After about ten minutes, it was apparent the couple was bunkered down and weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Disappointed, I told my husband, “Come on… let’s go do dinner.”
We picked up, made our way to the buffet and had a lovely meal. We sat. Laughed. And when we finished, he encouraged I check to see if Alice was open.
Another sign? It has to be meant to be, right? Excitedly, I sat down and started playing.
Spin after spin. I LOST. And within minutes all of my starting play money was gone. You see, I have a rule – I’m only willing to play and lose $20. When that’s gone, I’m done.
I follow that rule, most days…
Not that day however. You see, I had CONVINCED myself this was going to be a winner. And that Spirit was testing my faith. All I had to do was continue to play and put my faith in them.
So another $20 went into the machine. And then another $10.
Just when I was about to pull out another $20, my husband joined me (thank goodness!) to see how it was going. I explained the situation and astonished he asked, “Dawn, why in the world?? You never do that!!”
He was right. I never do that. I always trust my gut, and my gut was telling me I wasn’t going to be a winner. And yet, I tried to force the message and WORSE force Spirit to win for me. It doesn’t work that way. There is no personal gain.
So fifty dollars poorer, I learned my lesson. Next time I don’t get the message, I’ll walk away while I’m ahead.
Being a spiritual being in a physical body is HARD. Logically, I know that my happiness is not wrapped up in the things I own or the awards I receive. And, I want to pursue my passions and fill my life with experiences. Unfortunately, living on the physical plan those pursuits are often stifled by my worries about practicalities. I worry, “Should I really be spending this money on a trip? What if the furnace goes?” or “Aren’t I being selfish taking days off? Shouldn’t I be working around my clients schedules? Am I losing business because I’m being too inflexible?” Which of course equates to lost revenue, which in turn makes me worry, “Will I be able to pay my bills?”
Each month I do and in my heart and soul, I know that these worries are foolish. I (and my family) have always had what we’ve needed. Most of the time we’ve also had the things we’ve wanted!! But, these worries linger and make me slow to commit myself to anything monetarily (especially in business) until I see or understand the return on investment (ROI).
As I look back to last year, I see this was the case when I was approached by my dear friend Judy from Awakenings. Awakenings, a Spiritual Center which had been housed in the Roycroft, was growing. To facilitate this growth, it became apparent to her that she need a larger location. In order to afford that and in a desire to cultivate a community, she hoped to sublet some of the space to practitioners.
I was honored to be one of the first people she approached. And my intuition led me to commit immediately. Which I regretted as I thought on it. The more I thought about it, the more I began to second guess my intuition. All I could think was: Could I afford the office? I hadn’t budgeted for it. And what about child care? Who would watch the baby? If we had to put her in daycare, what costs would be associated with that? Again something I hadn’t budgeted for. Not only that, would clients come and see me in the Southtowns? I’d always been located north of Buffalo… did I have the clients to support the office there?
The worry grew and grew. But, I had committed and wasn’t going to back out of that. Judy was now counting on me as one of her renters! I had to be fair to her.
Then an opportunity presented itself. A friend, who was also considering moving to WillowLight (the new name of the community), mentioned she had some of the same concerns regarding the space. After talking to my husband about it, we asked her “What do you think about sharing space?”
It seemed to make sense and she jumped on it.
We moved in together. Divided up the week. Brought things in and decorated our parts of the room.
And at first, this arrangement seemed to be going well. I was working a lot. My days were filled with clients. I was enjoying having the time to work.
But, then something was off. I didn’t feel like I could completely settle in…
And then, one of my clients said something. She was at a reading at my office and commented, “You know, this is really nice and all. But, I think I prefer your home office. It feels more you than this does.”
At that moment, I looked around and realized the office really had become a statement of my office mate, not me. Not that I was complaining, she was a lovely decorator… but it was her taste and a reflection of her. I realized the space wasn’t really mine. I was sharing it, after all. In that moment, I realized I really wanted my own space. Someplace to fill with MY energy.
I wasn’t going to push my colleague out. I had signed a lease and committed to sharing the space. AND it had been my idea. But, I decided when the opportunity to have my own space came along, I was going to seize it. Especially since I knew after reviewing my financials the office was paying for itself.
It was right after the New Year that opportunity to have my own office did present itself.
During a conversation between my colleague and our landlord, she revealed to the landlord she had been pondering looking for a way to get out of the lease. Judy encouraged her to speak with me as she couldn’t let her out of the lease unless I was willing to absorb her portion. Judy also knew that it was a concept I would be open to.
And I was.
As of February 1st, I’m excited to say the office is ALL MINE. And this time, I have no concerns. Except, perhaps what color to paint the space!
Spirit presented me with the opportunity, not once but TWICE. They also provided me with the evidence to sway my vote. Fortunately, things that are meant to be are not just on Spirit’s time, but also on ours.
“We teach what we need to learn and write what we need to know”
That being said, it should not be a surprise or coincidence that I find myself in the middle of teaching the Building Blocks of Mediumship or that I feel compelled to write this blog on being grounded as I have found myself very off kilter as of late. I even mentioned to my husband, “No matter what I seem to do lately, I just feel off and can’t seem to keep myself grounded.”
Why do I feel that way you may ask?
Well physically, I’ve been feeling every one of my 34 years. Over the last month, I have woken up more days than not with headaches, groggy and with achy bones. And, if you were to talk to my chiropractor and massage therapist, she would tell you I’ve been all knotted up in my shoulders and neck. I’ve been trying to pass these aches and knots off on the weather, if I’m honest with myself I know that is not the reason. These aches and pains are a result of holding on to excess energy and not becoming fully grounded.
And that’s just the physical symptoms. If we talk about my focus and cognition. Well that’s been a hot mess!! A hot mess that’s been driving my hubby bonkers. Over the last couple weeks, I just can’t keep my focus on anything. In stores, if we find ourselves there more than ten minutes I start aimlessly wandering around looking for who knows what. And don’t even get started with conversations, the slightest distraction will take me off on a tangent which may or may not lead back to the original topic.
Again, a sign I’m ungrounded.
As for emotionally, I’ve been able to keep a cool head. Well most of the time and as long as I’m not caught off guard. Lately when I’m startled, it has been harder to redirect… as was the case when I was teaching and the venue had been unexpectedly changed. My students saw my frustration written all over my face. Not because I was mad, but because I felt on shaky ground.
Through all of this, I feel fortunate that I’m self-aware, I was able to recognize this and have been doing my darnedest to get myself grounded. I’ve been forcing myself to do grounding meditations. I’ve been walking around with hematite in my pocket. But most importantly I’ve forced myself to SLOW DOWN which has resulted in me spending more time playing with the baby and the dogs as well as doing the things I love like cooking.
Taking the time to slow down has reminded me that I can’t always be turned on. Nor can I continue to turn the switch to Spirit on and then abruptly turn the switch off. By doing this I’m short circuiting my connection to the earth, not allowing myself to heal and quite frankly just wearing myself out. So while it is hard to say NO, I have to remember that by saying NO and sticking to my boundaries (without making exceptions for a friend of a friend or someone who really “needs” a reading)… I’m going to do for myself, allow myself to heal and keep myself grounded! Maybe then I can leave the crystals at home!
Science has proven time and time again that meditation is beneficial to one’s health. (Check out this article from a Harvard physician for one perspective).
Unfortunately, many people have a hard time meditating. I can’t tell you how many people say to me… “I just can’t get myself to meditate!” with excuses like: “No time;” or “I’m constantly interrupted;” or “I just CAN’T quiet my mind.”
I understand those excuses all too well. Because, you may find this hard to believe, but I’m one of those people. I have a hard time meditating. Or, at least I did.
Like many of you, I become overwhelmed by my to-do list. Between keeping a watchful eye on my inquisitive toddler, throwing a load of laundry in the wash, picking up my little one’s (and my BIG kid’s aka my hubby’s) toys, feeding and taking care of the dogs, doing readings, writing, teaching, not to mention showering and eating… it can be hard to find ten minutes, let alone a half hour to meditate.
To fit the meditation in, I tried meditating before bed. That didn’t work as I found (like many of you!) I would end up falling asleep. Or sometimes worse, my mind would become so active with the messages I would receive I’d drift off into a lucid dream. This allowed me to process A LOT and receive LOTS of messages. Downside? I’d wake up more tired than when I went to bed, as if I’d just ran a marathon. THAT DIDN’T WORK!
In another effort, I thought… maybe I’d try meditating before I got out of bed. That was an epic fail as well. Unfortunately, as soon as my pups feel me stir they are ready to be pet. Go to the bathroom. AND, most importantly, be fed. Meditating between the nudges and licks to the face, not going to work.
AND… it wasn’t just the dogs. My daughter definitely has a sixth sense (or perhaps just super human hearing). Because like the dogs, as soon as I stir it’s only moments before I hear her start to whimper. That whimper turns into a babble… and then, if I make her wait too long an “I’m hungry. I want my diaper changed AND I want to play” complaint. Again, not something that is easy to meditate while going on.
Fortunately, (after a little trial and error) I’ve found the one place I can slip into that meditative state.
In… the... KITCHEN!
I love to cook. (And, I’m pretty good at it if I do say so myself). In my opinion there is something relaxing and meditative about chopping, peeling, stirring, and measuring. It brings me to my “zen” place. Before baby, I enjoyed my Sunday afternoons when I would whip up a bunch of food for the week. Now, after baby, I have the bonus and having to do it every day! And whether it’s scrambling eggs, chopping and baking zucchini, or peeling of apples to make apple sauce, my mind wanders. A peace and happiness comes over me.
And I receive messages, for ME! My guides talk to me. They encourage me. They send their love. And, sometimes even give me a glimpse (albeit small) into my next steps.
So rather than viewing it as another tedious chore, I look forward to making breakfast for my husband and daughter. And, I look forward to getting our crop share from Becker Farms each week filled with in-season fruits and veggies, knowing I’m going to need to spend time in the kitchen preserving the fruits and veggies not only for the week, but for the rest of the year. I look forward to it because I know I’ll get my meditation in.
I’ve shared with you my meditative spot. Where is yours?
People often treat me as if I am special because I’m a medium. Well folks, I have something to share with you. I’m really not that special because EVERYONE (yes that includes you!) is a medium. Where I differ and am lucky is that I had a family that nurtured the gift so I had an ability to strengthen the “muscle.” Also because the ability was cultivated, I recognize when I’m tapped into Spirit and when a message is coming through. Something many “normal” people forget to do.
That was the case a few weeks ago with my aunt. She had watched Baby Girl while I was working. Before she took off, we took the opportunity to catch up. During our conversation she said, “You know I’ve been thinking about your friend Jen A LOT recently. Is she pregnant? Let her know I want to be invited to the baby shower.” At the time, she wasn’t pregnant. Or.So.We.Thought. Not a week later, I received a text from Jen announcing she is PREGNANT!! Appears my aunt, who claims she’s not a medium, might be more tapped into Spirit than she thinks!
You might be thinking. OF COURSE your aunt would pick up on something like that. The “gift” runs in the family. So try this one on for size.
My stepmom, Terry, and father visited last week. If you’ve read my Blog, One of My Biggest Fans, you know that while Terry is very open minded, she is also very conservative and definitely not the person you would likely consider “psychic”. Well, while she was here we poked fun several times saying, “Terry, YOU must be psychic.” This occurred the evening we were trying to decide what to do for dinner and I said, “how about pizza?” Her response was, “I was just thinking how great Buffalo pizza would be.” It also happened the day she said she should check in on her dad, but hesitated before calling because she had the thought he would be out with her sister (even though it wasn’t on the calendar). Sure enough when she called, she didn’t get an answer and later found out he was out with her sister! So while we joked, it was apparent to me that she was using her spidey senses.
In both cases, neither my aunt nor my stepmom realized they were receiving messages or connected to the universal consciousness. They took it has an educated guess or assumption. Something I hear from my clients all the time. They’ll tell me, “You know, I think I’m intuitive. But how do I know for sure?” I often feel like saying, “DUH! Everyone is intuitive. Just trust it!”
Trust is, unfortunately, easier said than done. Especially when we are taught by society to seek concrete facts, not to jump to conclusions, and the messages received aren't the booming voice of God. Rather, the messages are intangible, subtle gut feelings, internal conversations and fleeting thoughts. It is those things you need to pay attention to and trust. THEY ARE THE MESSAGES! The more you recognize them, the clearer and louder they will become. Remember that being a medium isn't just seeing Spirit, it's so much more. It's about you!
I love my husband. He is a wonderfully supportive and intuitive man. And I feel very blessed that we are both able to use our sixth, spidey sense to communicate with one another. As a result of this, a question we often end up asking each other is, “Are you reading my mind? Or am I reading yours?”
Sometimes it’s clear. A few nights ago, Don dropped me off at Branches of Light so I could get the space ready for class. While I was setting up, he planned to go across the street to pick up a couple of drinks for the evening. As I closed the car door, I thought about the yummy cut-out cookies this grocery store made. Wanting a pair of these cookies, I decided it would be a GREAT time to test out our telepathic skills. Before heading to the door, I paused and consciously thought, “Don…I’m sending you this message. Your wife will love you forever if you get her cookies.” Well, he got the message. When he returned to Branches, with a big grin on his face he handed me a bakery bag filled with cookies. With an equally big grin I simply responded, “You got my message.”
At that time, he was clearly in tune with me. Other times, it’s a little less clear. For example, a few weeks ago while Don was at a client’s site assisting them with an IT problem, I snapped a picture of baby girl to text to him. Within moments of the text being sent, he replied “I was just thinking about and missing my girls.” Did he feel us thinking about him or did we feel him thinking about us? It’s unclear. And it really doesn’t matter. What is obvious is that there is an unspoken communication between us.
This closeness is special and unique. It brings us closer. Unfortunately, as with any good thing it also has its pitfalls. There are times we assume we know what the other is thinking or wants, but because of our personal filters we get it wrong. And that’s when arguments occur…
Recently it’s been over house projects. Spring is upon us, and like any home owner there are a number of projects we want (in some instances need) to get done. On our list we have replacing the sidewalk (the winter was brutal!), re-doing our driveway, re-doing the floors on our first floor, as well as many others. In my mind, I’ve realized that not everything is possible this year but we have to get the sidewalks done. It’s a safety hazard afterall! Unfortunately, this can be costly. Having had this conversation in my head, and assuming Don heard the conversation in my head I thought it was decided. Well, I was wrong. Fortunately, we worked it out… but we had to TALK it out. Something I sometimes forget.
Long and the short of it, although we are blessed to be able to communicate via another avenue… it’s important that we remember it’s good to do it the old fashioned way as well. Talking things out is always the best way to go.
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.