In my first post on this new site, I talked a little about how being a writer lead me to discover that I was a Medium.
I seem to get lots of clients who have successfully navigated the big goals of life - family, career, success in all its various forms, but who now search for a Purpose. I resonate with this searching because I did it not so long ago. And yet, I didn't put the path together until recently when friends and family started asking me how I found out about this Mediumship thing.
I knew I always had experiences - many of them frightening - so I "turned it off" for years. I knew that in 2013 I had to leave traditional medicine - I couldn't do it anymore. I knew that I loved writing and tried gallantly for six years to be a writer.
A moment of some clarity in 2016 led me to the realization that I had arrived at "average" after all those years of writing and that I wanted to be good at something, not just average.
So, I stopped writing and made space for something else. And I made space, and I held space (translation - didn't do anything this culture would call productive) for about a year.
But I knew that the thing I would be good at was out there - I just didn't know what it was. So I continued to hold space.
Even now, I don't remember what the push was - what the catalyst was that got me to see a Medium speak (Suzanne Giesemann) which in turn got me to go to a Mediumship Development group (Hillary Michaels).
As I look back, I realize that the last book I was working on was aided entirely by my connection to the two protagonists in my story. I was communicating with them. All the time. I even channeled them sometimes. It still took me over a year to identify with any conscious thought what I was doing.
And that is why I spent six years writing and learning to write - so that I could discover I was a Medium. Huh.
For those of you seeking purpose - you get to choose. Instead of looking at your search with the question, "What am I supposed to do?" ask instead, "What do I want to do?" I wanted to write, so I did. It lead me to the most stunning discovery of my life.
I am a Medium. That's hard for me to say out loud (or, on screen as I am now doing). Why? Why is this hard to admit and own when in reality ALL humans have the abilities I have? I'm normal, hardworking, full of doubt some days and confidence on others - just like you. We are all the same, and in fact, we are all ONE. I know, it's a hard concept to wrap your head around.
I started a blog, Characteristically Speaking, when I was learning to be a writer. I've thought about migrating all 114 posts here, but they don't all pertain to my work as a Medium. Surprisingly, many do. When I wrote fiction, frequently my stories were about the supernatural, spirits, scary things and how young people deal with having "gifts." Yes, I wrote what I knew.
Little did I know that I was compelled to write not to become a world-famous author with beloved characters that would outlast my current lifetime, but to discover my intuitive gifts. I started writing a story about a man from Belgium and a woman from San Francisco who fell in love through letters, were separated by WWII and impulsive actions, and never met, yet were connected across miles and centuries. These were real people, and my friend had their letters, all 400 of them, written over almost 50 years. Maurice and Mimi had a tragic love affair, true Soul Mates actually, and they started to communicate with me in a way that wasn't my imagination. I felt them. I heard them. I could smell Maurice's cigar. And I fell in love with them too.