After my accident, I was blessed with a group of talented and caring physical, occupational, speech, vision and emotional therapists. With time and their help, besides visual deficits and headaches, I was able to heal physically and emotionally. Which considering where I began, was truly a miracle.
The recognition of the miracle of my survival and recovery lent to some spiritual healing, however the need for spiritual healing tended to be overlooked by my team of medical practitioners. As my gift became more and more prominent, it became clear to my mother, my strongest advocate, that to heal further I’d need to heal my spirit. This journey began with a trip to Lily Dale.
It was a cold day as the end of March, when my mother, aunt and I made the hour trek down to Lily Dale to sit with a medium who had come highly recommended. It had been years since any of us had been to Lily Dale! As we pulled through the gates and made our way down the narrow streets, which were even skinnier that day due to the waist high piles of snow on either side of the street, our hearts sang.
Excited, anxious and a little nervous, when we got to our readers home it was decided that I should go first. Besides a palm reading I had done during Spring Fest in college, which was a HORRIBLE experience and the reason why I refuse to learn palmistry, this was my first reading. Family members had talked about their previous readings, so I thought maybe my grandfather or grandmother or Uncle Dennis would come through and I hoped I’d get some insights on my future, but I truly did not know what to expect.
My grandfather and grandmother did visit that day, and since then they almost always do. But there was another person who stepped in as well, one that I never expected. And he wanted to talk first.
Who came through you ask? A college friend, Chip. And what he had to say shook me to the core. It changed my life.
February 4th was a tough day for the Greek Community at my college. Not one, but two tragedies occurred: my accident, which in comparison was minor, and Chip’s suicide.
Over the years I had thought of him often. It never crossed my mind that he would have something to say to me, but he sure did. Everything he said did not make sense in the moment I received the reading. I was shocked. I was scared. I was confused. I was emotional. But as it sank in and I had time to reflect, the reading the medium gave me was profound and facilitated the release some of the long-standing pain and guilt. Chip spoke to my soul that day and with that my spirit began to heal.
-Come back later this week for part 2
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.