Saturday, 9 October 2010

So I'm going to be a medium?

I can't get away from talking to the departed, no matter how hard I try to ignore them. I'm a wimp when it comes to dealing with grieving people, maybe it's because I lost my dad to cancer when I was younger and the thought of communicating with him still has me on edge. 

My only experience with this kind of thing has been nerve wrecking. I read for a woman in her  40's, and when I saw a little girl in pigtails I thought it might be her daughter.  Thank God, the little girl was still alive and the message was about how to interact with her.  The spirit gave me the little girl's name telepathically, and then flooded my mind with a series of crude images.  Later, I talked through these with my readee and we interpreted the message together. It was an amazing experience, but I was sick for 2 days afterward because of my nerves.

In the bottom of my heart I've known all along that I really want to do this again, if you're actually good at it, its something that can really comfort people. But the though of trying and failing scares me, and to be perfectly honest I was not brave enough to try it again.  Instead I've been meditating on my chakras, visualizing spirit guides and even trying to read colors (all good fun). 

This week's class was supposed to be about psychommetry, it was really random because the teacher had switch chairs. When you sat down you were supposed to tune into the classmate's energy and give them information. The first thing I got was a scent of old wood and mothballs, that and the image of a peach colored living room.  We asked my teacher what a fragrance means and she replied that it is often a spirit trying to communicate from the other side.  That was as far as I got on this round.

We switched partners and tried again, this time I was handed a beautiful Tibentan pendant.  The energy was playful, adventurous and very admirable. I could get a  feel for the energy but I couldn't really say more about the owner. It turns out that the friend who gave him the pendant had already passed away, this is when I started to notice a pattern. 

The third and final object I was given also belonged to someone who had already passed on. These three attempts made it clear that its time I open myself up to spirit again. Looking back, the one thing that stand out is how eager my classmates were to have news from ther loved ones. They wanted the comfort of knowing they were OK, and being able to give that to someone can be quite special. 


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Reiki hugs, Regina






1 comment:

  1. I like your honesty regarding fears about opening up to the spirit world. Your experiences suggest that you should try to persevere in it though. I really enjoyed reading your blog. Thank you for offering a fresh prospective on the psychic world.

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