One Day of the Life of a Psychic Medium
October 7, 2016
It’s Friday! There was a time that I rejoiced in that fact because it meant that tomorrow was to be Saturday which meant “my day off.” Taking readings daily and discussing with others who come to me with questions easily throws me off on what day of the week it really is. I have several calendars around me to keep me on track. I must admit that my spirits are usually the ones who keep me in check.
Friday usually means a visit from the Norse pantheon. Why? Because I’ve learned to associate this day to the Goddess Frigga, the day’s name sake.
This Friday has been a beautiful day. Hurricane Matthew has been moving up the coast on the eastern side of the state (Georgia). I am way inland (so thankful) but the wind currents have changed so that there was a very nice breeze this Fall day. For me? It was a day of breathing in and breathing out.
I spent a good portion of the afternoon sitting in the floor in front of an opened window. Feeling and hearing the breeze blowing through the neighbor’s pine trees, I sat releasing all my own anxieties, doubts, and fears with each exhale and inhaling every cleansing breath. For a few moments, there was silence as I listened to guidance from the Ancient Ones.
I admit, they seemed to be silent too.
That sense of, I’m about to throw down one holy toddler tantrum right now if someone doesn’t speak up now, kept coming over. I know my readers’ know that feeling of “ain’t nobody up there listening to me!”.
But that’s what faith is all about, believing in what you cannot see or hear but believing anyway. An idea that very difficult for many to grasp.
But One did step in. And sent me suddenly on a spiritual journey. “All Father” greeted me in his usual place as I stepped into the home and followed his voice to the sitting room. There he sat before the fireplace in his leather chair, directing me to sit across from him in the companion chair.
With eyes glistening with an electrical intensity, he leans forward and says, “Acknowledge us and write!”
What was my response? I clenched my fist and through gritted teeth mumbled, “I’m trying. Definitely need your help and any others for focus and wording.”