The Calling…

Do you have time for a story?

It’s about how I ended up here. Right here in your phone or computer.

I didn’t always plan to be a psychic medium. In fact, I actually own a little paint your own pottery studio here in Portland, Maine as well. It was my hiding place. A place I knew who to be to live the normal life I craved. Interestingly, however, it was in living this normal life that spirit found me.

I was on a journey with my son when it happened. We were staying in the gothic quarter of Barcelona at this great little hotel. Tired from the journey and the day’s adventures, we drifted right off to sleep.

As I was sleeping, I had a visitation from my spirit guide. While my body slept peacefully, my soul and guide were instantly transported to my little shop. I looked and saw myself crumpled on the ground, sobbing behind the counter. I looked at my spirit guide and asked why was I crying? He telepathically spoke back asking me to read my own energy to tell the story, so I did. I realized that my shop had gone out of business, how terrible! No wonder I’m crying, I replied. He looked back at me and requested I look deeper, there was more to the story. I did as instructed. And then, all at once, I was flooded with the weight of my purpose left un-lived within this life. Every reading I was meant to give, every life I was meant to touch, every healing I could help bring forth - let down. Everyone let down. It was terrible. Completely terrible to watch the ramifications and the needless suffering or the lost souls trying so hard to find their way when they just needed that one thing that could unlock their world.

I looked back at my guide who then imparted that since I now understood what I was brought here to this world to do, I could no longer hide out washing dishes and making small talk at the shop. It was time to heal the past life trauma around my soul’s gifts and move straight away into my purpose.

He also mentioned that if I didn’t move forward, there would be no choice but to bankrupt my shop if that’s what it would take for me to shift my career path. This was non negotiable. I was here for a reason and they could no longer let me hide. I promised I wouldn’t ignore the visitation and would move forward accordingly. 

What followed next was years of unpacking past life trauma from the abuse I suffered being a seer in past lives. My body revolted, my soul was shredded. It took so many years to make it through the underworld to be here now with you. In this moment, in this version.

…but I’m here. So, hello!