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.
Mental illness, addiction and spirituality go hand in hand, probably more than anyone would like to acknowledge. One has to wonder, are the voices the person with a diagnosis of schizophrenia is hearing in their head a symptom of mental illness or is it a sign that they are a talented medium who hasn’t learned how to process the information yet. It’s my belief that in many cases it is probably a combination of both. Similarly when we think about addiction, are individuals seeking drugs to go on that “trip” to commune with Spirit or are they drinking and doing drugs to AVOID Spirit and the pain empathy brings? Again, it could be both.
In the past, especially in college, I fell into some of these patterns. I was one to drink a little too much (it was college afterall). Never did drugs though. Never had a desire. Never wanted to lose myself. Perhaps it’s because I’m a control freak. But alcohol… it was great. It deadened the mind and shut Spirit up. Well that’s not entirely true, Spirit continues to talk (ask my friends, they’ll tell you it’s when they get the best info out of me) but, with some alcohol in my system when Spirit talks, I don’t feel it. The clairsentience is turned off.
The empathic feelings that I liked to turn off was part of what led me into a deep depression after my car accident. At that time, in addition to the depression from the accident I was also wide open and didn’t know how to ground, center and protect. In an effort to deal with the emotions and the irrational feelings, I went to a counselor and a psychiatrist and several alternative therapy practitioners. On the days of my appointments, my mother reminded me not to talk about my communications with Spirit. So I’d go see the mental health practitioners, and then go to my mediumship development classes. The mental health practitioners helped me on the physical and emotional side, but it was only after embracing my gift that I got better and the depression subsided. It’s why I believe so strongly in the Mind-Body-Spirit approach to healing.
I’m a success story. I know it doesn’t work that way for everyone. Everyone’s path, and their pain is different. I know this all too well as my husband and I are currently struggling with the depression he experiences. The more he opens up to Spirit, the worse it’s gotten. Over the past year we’ve argued time and time again over his need to seek help. We had a cycle, he’d hold things in which would lead to depression, then anger, which would make me mad and then we’d yell (our arguments RARELY get loud.) After that it would get better for a little while. Unfortunately, these cycles went from months to weeks to only a couple days. At the beginning of the year, I broke down and told him he had to see someone. I couldn’t do it anymore. He’d been hesitant to go to a counselor as he didn’t want to be like me and hide his spirituality. Fortunately, at our breaking point, Spirit presented Don with a counselor who understands and is accepting of the fact that my husband and I communicate with Spirit. The sign Don needed.
Don’s journey to mental health is going to be a long and hard, it always is. And, probably lifelong. But, at least he has taken the first (second and third) steps: he’s acknowledged the problem, knows he has the power to change it AND has sought help. Now it’s in Spirits hands and just a matter of time.
Last week we said good bye to Daphne, my pug extraordinaire. While it was sad, it was not unexpected. In October she had turned to me and said, Mommy, a baby is coming, but I won’t be here. My time for leaving will come soon.
The message devastated me. Daphne is, and will always be, my baby girl. When she passed the message she appeared to be perfectly healthy. Not only that, she was relatively young – only nine! Pugs live to be fifteen to eighteen. So although the message struck a chord, because I didn’t want to believe it… I ignored it.
The message, however, would not be dismissed. About a week after she said this to me, my Pathways to Spirit Mediumship Development class met. During the message passage portion of the session, one of my students, Laine, a soft spoken and kind woman with an incredible gift, shared with me that she had a little girl with her who called me Mommy. She continued on to say, “The little girl is telling me you and Daphne share a special bond. The two of you communicate and she says Daphne passed you an important message recently. This little girl is urging you to listen.” I had all I could do in that moment not to break into tears.
As the months passed by, Daphne began to exhibit various symptoms – she became cranky and would snap at Seamus, she stopped jumping up on chairs, and she struggled to get around and was more lethargic. Nothing too serious, she wasn’t a puppy anymore and baby aspirin seemed to help. It was at New Year’s we noticed a significant change.
Fortunately, we had the kids annual veterinary appointment scheduled for January. When we went in, Dr. Fischer from 5 Corners Animal Hospital examined Daphne. The symptoms didn’t seem to add up and for the most part Daphne seemed really healthy so she recommended we have more tests done and wasn’t too concerned. The tests were inconclusive, but at that point Dr. Fischer became a little more alarmed as Daphne was declining at a noticeable pace. Uncertain what was wrong, we began to treat the symptoms.
At first, the treatment showed promise… but the symptoms came back at an accelerated rate. We and the vet continued to monitor Daphne knowing it was only a matter of time. Then Daphne told Don and me It’s time. We weren’t ready but as we saw her get worse we knew we had to say good bye to our little girl.
It was the hardest thing I think Don and I have had to do as a couple. And ironically, it was about the time we conceived that we saw Daphne decline. She knew… and she’s visited to let us know she is ok. Over the weekend I woke up to find her in bed, to the point that in my grogginess I found myself petting her (as you can imagine when I came too I felt silly)! She’s come to my classes. And she continues to nuzzle with her papa helping him heal. One things is for sure, while she may be gone from the physical plane… she will never be forgotten and she will always be around!
All my life, I’ve been worried people will judge me because I am a medium.
When my father announced he was marrying Terry, I wasn’t surprised but I was a little worried. I didn’t know her very well, but what I did know is she is a strong willed woman with conservative values. She is a devout Catholic, a Republican and Daughter of the American Revolution (her Christmas card one year included a picture of her meeting President George W Bush and First Lady Laura Bush!!), and has served in the United States Air Force, as a police officer, a firefighter and most recently for the United States government. From the outside it appeared her morals were black or white, either you could or you couldn’t. My world is all shades of grey and I worried that I would not be accepted because of what I do.
I shouldn’t have been.
She and her family embraced me as a daughter and family. Terry made it clear early on that she and my dad now had four kids, all of whom would be treated equally.
But that didn’t mean we spoke at length about what I do. And perhaps that was because of me. I was guarded and lived the mantra, “If not asked, don’t tell.”
One night, about a year and a half after my dad and Terry had been married, she asked. Don and I were visiting her and my father for their birthdays (his 60th), and we were sitting around chatting and Terry asked me to talk to her about my mediumship. Always a difficult topic because so much of it is something that can’t be put in words, but is what is felt. I did my best at explaining mediumship is not just a parlor trick, but a religion and a way of life. She got it.
Since then, she and my father (because of her) have been some of my biggest supporters. When I’m on the radio, they listen – which is a big deal because that means they have to figure out the computer! They (really Terry who passes it along to my dad) read my blogs and follow me on Facebook. And, this winter I’ll be expanding my reach into Florida… which they are supporting me all the way. I am grateful.
Terry, if you are reading this (and I’m sure you are)… Thank You!!
There are times that being a medium sucks and I wish I could be “oblivious” to Spirit like the majority of our population. This week was one of those times.
Over the past few weeks, I’d had an awful wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. In addition to the feeling, I’ve “known” there would be a death in the family on or around Thanksgiving. Catch is… I didn’t know who.
Logically I thought Don and I were going to lose one of our remaining grandparents – my Nana (she’s 91!) has had a series of mini strokes since this summer, my husband’s Mom-Mom is in rehab after breaking her back (osteoporosis), and his grandmother’s husband, Bill, is in a nursing home after a series of strokes. Each has a limited life span, so it made sense that it would likely be one of them. With this in mind, I had prepared myself and my husband mentally for a loss of one of them. I’d even mentioned to several friends, “I have a bad feeling. Both my grandfathers died on Thanksgiving, I think I may be losing another grandparent this holiday.”
As it turns out, I wasn’t wrong about the feeling. I was wrong, however, about the person. On Wednesday evening, my stepbrother committed suicide.
I wasn’t particularly close to him – we saw each other on the holidays and that was about it. But there has been a tremendous amount of guilt. I KNEW something was going to happen. And I’m usually able to use these feelings to help guide other people. Why couldn’t I use the feeling to help my own family?
The reason is… I probably wasn’t meant to. As I tell many clients, I’m not going to get anything that you don’t have the control to change. And I know, there was nothing anything could have done for my stepbrother. That being said, knowing there was going to be a loss… Don and I were prepared for the shock. Guess I won’t be turning in my “gift” just yet….
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.
Upon my grandfather’s passing in 1992, my relatives did not fight over money (there wasn’t any to be had), rather they went head to head over a piece of glass. No one knows where the hunk of green glass weighing in at about 5lbs came from, but it has been in my family since at least my great grandfather. My aunt, uncles and mother fondly remember it sitting in their grandfather’s living room under the television… the same place my own grandfather upon inheriting it placed it.
You might be saying to yourself, “A piece of glass – really?” But there is something truly profound about this hunk as it mesmerizes family, friends, acquaintances and strangers alike. As children we (my mom, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc) would stare into this glass for HOURS to which my grandfather would probe, “ What do you see??”. Unbeknownst to me at the time, we were scrying!! Hence, I have loving dubbed the glass “The Mootz Crystal Ball.”
You’re probably thinking, “Ok… so who got the glass after my grandfather’s passing?” In her wisdom, rather than making a decision right away my grandma Pat (my mom’s step-mother) gave the glass to my mother for ‘safe keeping’. For years it sat in my mother’s home and every Thanksgiving, the anniversary of my grandfather’s passing, a discussion took place over who ultimately would get this special piece.
It wasn’t until I started reading professionally that my mother and my aunt felt the “crystal ball” had chosen its owner. There was some hemming and hawing… but that settled quickly as according to my mom, the “glass had spoken.”
Until recently, this special heirloom has resided in my reading room and gone with me to every show and event. At each event it attracts attention from readers and patrons alike, some calling it a unique crystal others commenting that it looks a little like a crystal skull. But for me, it’s been a reminder that my grandfather is with me spirit supporting me on my unique journey.
I have found recently however, as I step into my own with the confidence to state – “I am a medium,” that I need the glass less as a physical reminder of their support. As a result, like my grandfather and great grandfather the glass been moved from my reading room and has again taken its place in the living room… only rather than under the television you’ll find it under the wine rack.
In my last blog posting, I spoke of my earliest “experience” with spirit. The story recounted by both my mother and aunt that featured me and highlighted my gift, as I was only six months old, was not truly my experience, but THEIRS!
In most households, an experience like the one my mother and aunt tell would leave people unnerved and perhaps unraveled. Many may try to rationalize it by thinking “I must have been dreaming.” Or, depending on how disturbed the family was they may call in a priest or pastor to bless the house. This was not the response either my mother or aunt had.
Rather my mother and aunt shrugged it off and thought of it as a neat tale to tell as experiences like this were and are commonplace in my family. If you were to attend one of my family gatherings you can be certain that at some point the conversation would lead to, “what visitors have YOU had lately?” In fact, it wasn’t until I was a tween that it became apparent to me that these types of experiences and subsequent conversations were out of the ordinary!!
Over the past several years, intrigued as to where this all started I began to dig into my background (I still need to do a lot more). The furthest back I can track the gift back on my mother’s side is my Grandfather’s Uncle (my Great Great Uncle), Reverend Norman Mootz. According to my family, Norman was a Spiritualist Minister conducting church services in Western New York.
Living in a time when spiritualism was popular, he spent many of his summers in Lily Dale, NY. My grandfather, Albert, benefited from this affiliation. My grandfather lost his mother at the tender age of twelve. To ease the suffering and offer his only child, Eugene, a companion, Norman would bring both boys to Lily Dale. During these summers, my grandfather was trained in mediumship and the spiritualist faith. Neither my grandfather nor Eugene became practicing mediums themselves, but their connection with spirit enriched their lives and my own.
As a young man, my grandfather did not practice as a medium as he and grandmother, Lois, had seven children: Duane, Vickey, Marguerite, Rose Marie, Carl, Naomi and Dawn (my namesake)!! It was only after the tragedy of losing three children and his wife in a house fire that my grandfather reconnected with spirit as it brought comfort to know there was more and that life is eternal.
Of the four remaining children, all are intuitive in their own ways and have had experiences with spirit inclusive of: the eldest, a lover of cuckoo clocks, who experiences them randomly chirping; my aunt who speaks of the man who scared the be jeepers out of her by appearing at the end of her bed; my mother who speaks of all her visitors that come to her at night such as my grandfather, a young girl and Chief Joseph – the resident spirit that protects the home I grew up in; and the youngest, while I haven’t spoken to him about visitors, he has a luck that is undeniable. Despite the presence of the gift, none embrace it, rather they run from it.
Then there is me! As one of eleven grandchildren (Amy, Hollie, Neal, Ryan, Ashley, Sarah, Joshua, Erica, Matthew and Alexa), I’m not the only one that is in tune with spirit for at least three others have the gift.
That all being said… that’s only ONE side of the family. Intuitiveness is also present on my mother’s mother’s side of the family. And while not as overt, it also runs in my father’s family – although they call me “sensitive” as opposed to intuitive or a medium.
Due to this long lineage, some may say I was destined to be the way I am. And perhaps I am. What I am grateful for is the support my family gave me through the years…. my grandfather passing on his knowledge (good and bad – I’ll talk about that at another time!), my mother attending classes with me, my aunt carting me to and from classes and workshops, and my father and step-mother, who despite not being able to relate, being supportive of me in my journey. To them, I would like to say thank you!!
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.