Why I Decided To Become a Medium

From a young age, I remember vividly how often spirits were present in my daily life. I remember seeing my grandfather standing at the entrance of a mall we were passing by and crying uncontrollably because in my young mind, my parents were "leaving him there". You can imagine the reactions on their faces when they came to learn that I had just saw his spirit as his physical body no longer roamed the earth. My grandmother had, what we called, a gift - she was freely and unhesitantly able to connect to God and spirits. When my grandmother noticed that I had the same interactions with spirit, she continued to encourage me daily to embrace it, even though I was barely 10 years old. I had no opinion on the matter; in fact, I thought that even if I did see spirit, it was in no way as effortless as it was for my grandmother. Nonetheless, I tried to have a normal childhood, as best as I could.

From a young age I remember having multiple fights with my mother because I didn't feel "normal". I remember trying to convince her it was because I didn't live beside the school like the rest of my friends, although I knew it was something much more deeper. I often found myself lost in my thoughts and trying to see life through every other kids' lenses, but I just couldn't. During this time, I was having many spiritual encounters, primarily at night. My grandmother was my safe coven - I would wake up, tell my mother, and she would call her and ask her to talk to God and the spirits to answer why this spirit had come to me in the middle of the night, or why spirits were touching me in my sleep. I remember the endless conversations of my grandmother telling me how to get them to stop if they're scaring me.

As I grew older, the experiences got scarier and more intense. I was battling depression and anxiety started to stem immensely. I remember I'd be asleep for a total of 2 hours before my anxiety would kick in the middle of the night and I'd be praying to my beloved departed grandfather to make it stop. I tried not to sleep on my back because I found my spirit wandering out of my body. I'd wake up in a completely different place and have to venture back to my physical body. This didn't stop until my mother had gone to a Psychic Medium for a reading. I remember just moments before she reached out after the reading I was battling an anxiety attack at work, possibly because a spirit was trying to come through. While I'll have separate blogs of specific experiences leading up to how I became a psychic medium, I'll leave this here - my grandfather had come through in her reading to address how bad my anxiety had gotten and how it needs to stop. She affirmed my shared gift with my grandmother and suggested that I come in for one of her services to learn how to control these experiences.

Short story (a longer version will be in a separate blog), I ended up booking an appointment with her. Subsequently, I attended her mediumship class where I got certified. At first, I wasn't looking to pursuing mediumship; I was simply there to learn how to block off the negative energy and control how and when spirit is allowed into my space. Well, after I got it under control, my experiences weren't necessarily scary anymore (for the most part). I decided to practice on my own terms by connecting to spirit for friends and family. I then decided to get into tarot cards which made the whole readings just that more surreal. This may not be my life's purpose (also described in another blog), but this is definitely something I'm meant to do. Why not share such a magical gift with the world?