I LOVE when a client has a healthy skepticism. Makes me work harder which results in those moments of amazement (for both me AND the client). That’s what I live for.
What I don’t like is when a client comes in and is so skeptical that they are dismissive of anything that might come through. In those cases, the client is likely to get EXACTLY what they expect…. An unsatisfying reading. This wastes their time and it wastes mine.
That was the case a few weeks ago. A long term client brought a friend of hers for a reading. She booked the appointment, showed up with him and decided to wait while he sat with me.
It immediately became apparent that SHE was excited. HE was not.
But, I continued to be cheery and upbeat hoping to break through the wall that he had built. In doing so, I made small talk asking one of the questions I almost always ask, “So have you had a reading before?”
When he answered “No,” I was not surprised. Without skipping a beat I asked my next standard question – “Are you excited? Nervous? A little of both?”
His response, “None of the above” reeked with a condescension I don’t think I’ve ever received from a client. I tried not to let my surprise stop me, but in that moment I knew in my gut this reading WAS NOT going to go well. But, I breezed past it and prayed that his guides and loved ones help me help him. He was, after-all, in my office for a reason.
And, fortunately his loved ones stepped in quickly. Not only that, they provided specific details in an effort to validate their presence.
I paid close attention to his body language and despite the concrete facts, the mocking smirk never left his face and his arms remained crossed. I paused a few times to see if he would ask a question (I make it clear in my introduction that if something isn’t making sense I want to be stopped), he didn’t. So finally I stopped, telling him it was apparent he wasn’t understanding the messages and that I thought we should not continue.
His friend was surprised to see us walk out of my office so soon. She and I hugged and we parted ways.
After walking them out, my husband turned to me and said, “Didn’t go very well huh?”
I explained the situation and all my husband had to say was, “Yup. Not surprised. He was dragged here. Something even I noticed when he arrived. His friend hoped you’d be able to make a believer out of him and bring him some peace with the death of a loved one, but he really didn’t want to be here.”
From the client’s body language to the insight my husband relayed, the client got exactly what he expected. He was closed off to what Spirit was providing. So rather than taking the information and trying to relate it, he dismissed it. In hindsight, knowing that he was looking for a woman, when I said “I have a man,” he likely immediately dismissed it and barely listened to the descriptors. He also likely missed out on a great deal of messages that were coming through to him.
What can you take away from this? Here are a few recommendations as to how you or a friend can get a good reading.
First, if you know someone you think would benefit from a reading or someone thinks you could benefit from a reading but are very hesitant – Don’t push them or allow yourself to be pushed. Readings happen when they are supposed to. An individual who is pushed into a reading tends to be highly skeptical and go into the reading with unrealistic expectations. With that in mind, they are likely to get a less than stellar reading which, rather than leaving them with hope, will leave them with more skepticism and, perhaps worse, despair.
Secondly, Don’t set up expectations or “test” the reader. Some individuals tell their loved ones to give them a particular sign or say a particular phrase during the reading. For example, one gentleman told me after the reading if his loved one hadn’t mentioned M&Ms, he wouldn’t have been sure it was her because that was his sign. Fortunately, in this case he received what he needed but had the reader mentioned something similar he may not have received that message and walked away disappointed and still skeptical.
Finally, Don’t get TOO hung up on the details. Even a very good reader only has about a 90% accuracy rate. Why? It is very rare for the reader to restate what the Spirit is saying verbatim. Rather the reader is translating a variety of symbols and certain details may be lost along the way. Additionally, because the reader is often getting information from your loved ones, they are sharing their opinion… which as we all know, isn’t always correct.
Remember these few things, and you will likely be surprised at how good a reading can be.
As a medium, I have the great pleasure of witnessing the love between individuals that literally extends beyond death. Unfortunately, in the world that we live where we experience travesties like the Orlando shooting that occurred this month, it is sometimes hard to remember that love remains. This past weekend, I was reminded of that love as I presided over a wedding for two very special people that transcended time and space – it just needed to find the right time.
Jim and Mandy, the couple I married, dated in high school. They were sweethearts and each-others first great love.
I was blessed to witness that coupledom. You see, I went to high school with them. Mandy and I graduated the same year. We went to an average sized high school, about 1600 students, so you “knew” just about everyone. But while we ran in similar circles; the three of us were in marching band together; we weren’t really friends. I do recall, however, Jim and Mandy were one of the marching band “It” couples. It was hard to deny they shared something special.
But is often the case with high school romances, they end. Jim and Mandy were young. They were foolish. They had their whole lives ahead of them. Lots of experiences to have, and mistakes to make. It wasn’t the time for them to find “the one.”
So Jim and Mandy went their separate ways. Jim joined the Navy and moved away. Both married. Both had children – three boys between the two of them! Both Jim and Mandy’s marriages ended. Both ended up back in Buffalo.
And in 2009, they reconnected. To each of their surprise, they found that spark, that love they shared in high school was STILL there.
Not able to deny the chemistry, they started dating. But both, having come from broken marriages, found it hard to be vulnerable. For the relationship to grow, both had to heal from their past relationships and navigate the new norm of raising boys with their now exes. In addition, not only did Mandy have to get to know the new Jim and Jim had to get to know the new Mandy, but Mandy also had to get to know the new Mandy and Jim had to get to know the new Jim. They had to find themselves again. AND, because they each had their respective children, they had to find where they fit into each-other’s lives.
It was hard stuff. And while they moved in together. It was not the time for marriage. While love grew… trust was harder to gain.
You see as time progressed, Mandy was drinking. A LOT. Jim loved her. She loved him. He supported her. But he didn’t trust her. Nor did she really trust herself. Mandy is the first to admit she wasn’t dependable – no one knew if it would be a good day or a bad day, so it was easier not to count on her. So while they were sticking it out, marriage wasn’t in their plans.
Then Mandy got sober. She attended AA and took care of (and began to love) herself. And things began to change.
The foundation of love, respect and trust was built. With her sober for more than two years, timing was FINALLY right. This Saturday, they were wed. Still crazy in love.
It is apparent that Spirit had a role in this. It is also apparent that divine timing definitely played a role in this.
What is also apparent is, divine timing did not occur as that momentary lightning strike. Instead, it was composed of a lot of hard work (and I’m sure laughter and tears) by both Jim and Mandy.
They both needed to evolve individually and as a couple (and now as a family). They weren’t ready in high school, or in 2009 when they started dating again, or even in 2014 when Mandy got sober – rather it took until now. Like the song Mandy walked down the aisle to, God Bless the Broken Road, the obstacles brought them back together.
So next time you find yourself trying to hurry events along, or complaining that circumstances aren’t playing out like you’d like them to. Remember everything happens for a reason and pause for a minute and reflect on what you may be rushing and ultimately missing out on.
There are a lot of things I am good at. One skill that continues to elude me – Gardening. No matter how hard I try, I just CAN’T keep a plant alive. I have a black thumb. I killed a cactus… true story.
So if you come to my house or my office, you shouldn’t be surprised there are no plants. And, while I purchase hanging baskets every year for color in my yard, I have accepted that they will be pretty for a few weeks until even with my husband’s attention they wither away.
And mind you I have tried! I water – but then I seem to over water. I’ve moved plants to all parts of my house. I’ve recruited my husband for help. Still die. My aunt, seeing our plant was struggling, took it upon herself to not only take care of my daughter but also our only fern. She was able to keep it alive for us for a bit, but when her visits became further between the fern ultimately kicked the bucket. I’ve also requested spiritual intervention, asking that my grandfather, who loved to garden for assistance. Nothing. So I prayed to the faeries and gnomes as nature is their specialty. You’d think they’d help a girl out, especially since I was offering wine or chocolate. Yet plants still die.
Beaten down, the other day I was admiring my colleague’s beautiful plants and telling her my woes. She responded with the following query, “Don’t you tap into the energy of the plant and talk to them?”
She continued by saying, “Before watering them I always check in and ask – do you want water? If so, how much?”
I was taken aback. Now I’ve heard people insist that talking to their plants has made them thrive. And I have from time to time pleaded with my plants. But after a few moments, I realized the communication with my plants has always been one way. Perhaps if I made this a two-way conversation and paid closer attention to their energy, I’d be able to keep them alive.
So I’m trying. And so far, so good. My husband and I are talking to and more importantly listening to a pot of mixed flowers that had all but died. We had placed this pot in the front as the red looked BEAUTIFUL with the blue contrast of the house. In full sun this plant had scorched and just about died as apparently it didn’t like the sun. It has since been moved to the back and breathed a sigh of relief as it is now shaded by a tree. It is slowly coming back.
As the plant is coming back, I have to admit it is a lot of work! But, I am noticing that the plants definitely do have an energy of their own. Hopefully as I continue to pay attention, I’ll get better at understanding the nuances. I can do it with people and animals after all, I’m sure I can get this down with the plants as well. I’ll keep you posted!
Do you talk to you plants? If so, do you find it helps them grow? Any tips for this black thumb gardener? If so, please share in the comments below.
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.