The messages came through so strongly and clearly I was certain the person sending them wasn’t on the other side, but up until this point in my career as a psychic-intuitive-medium, I had only ever been presented with the idea that we, as mediums, channelled the spirits of those who had crossed over from this life to the after-life.
I can still clearly picture the scene; twinkle lights lit up the room, the candles were flickering, the tea leaves were settling and the messages began flowing. My client said she absolutely resonated with the messages but they were all pointing to being from her father; who was ill, but still very much alive. He had ALS, and had lost his ability to communicate through usual means but apparently his soul and spirit were very much able and wanting to be heard.
That afternoon I threw any previously limiting concept out the window when it came to mediumship and all that it entailed; in fact I made a point of not allowing other’s experiences and beliefs to limit or cloud my own going forward.
I began channeling messages for clients whose loved ones were still alive but unable to communicate in their current state of health and mind; dementia, alzheimers, ALS, and other afflictions that so cruely took their minds, thoughts, and physical capabilities from them were not able to drown out their spirit, their soul and their higher selves from coming through and sharing much needed confirmations, comfort, and offering closure.
Life is magical, beyond explanation in so many ways…and sometimes its heartbreakingly beautiful. I often left those sessions in tears myself at the opportunity to be a part of a love that spanned human constricts, defied what I knew to be possible as a medium and brought comfort to the clients who entrusted me with those very personal and private moments.
