A True Story of Being a Medium

I figured it would be fitting to write about my experiences being a medium on a blog site titled, “Medium.”


It was late at night. I was only a mere five years old. My heart was beating fast in my chest, faster than any train I had seen on television. The same thought and sensations kept circling my young brain. I rolled on my side, feeling my soft mattress hug my body. I looked at my sister who was staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars we put on our ceiling.

“Aunt Eva is going to die tonight,” I stated serious `in a tone that indicated fear and sadness.

“No, Mary don’t say that. She is okay,” my big sister Christina said reassuringly.

“She is going to die,” I kept repeating over and over again.

Surprisingly I wasn’t as distraught as a five year old normally would be if they knew that their elderly best friend and companion was going to be gone in the mere matter of an hour. I don’t know how to put into words exactly how I knew, but I did. I had no clue that she was that sick. All my parents told us was that she was in the hospital and they wanted to check on her. I knew in my bones that her last breath was coming. I truly believe I felt some type of easiness from God reasurring me that she would feel so much better in His Kingdom.

A couple hours later I heard a knock on the door.

“Girls, go into your sister’s room. We need to talk to you. Your Aunt Eva has passed. She is with God now…” I remember hearing these words from my parents, but I was so distracted with how I just predicted the future and losing my best friend all in one night.

That was the night my life changed forever.


Ever since that night I started to pay attention to the weird sensations my body felt, heard, saw, and experienced. Prior to this eventful night I remember spending time at my Aunt Eva’s house and she would tell me to go play in her deceased sister’s room, as all her jewelry remained in her closet. I would do just this and as soon as I touched a piece, I pulled my hand back. I could sense that this action was unwanted. I could feel negative energy and knew that I should not touch the jewelry. Keep in mind at that point I was about 3 or 4 years old. I always sensed spirits and their energy, but I never knew that was what the sensations were. I truly labeled myself crazy. Years went by and I never knew how gifted I truly was. I would go to the Museum of Fine Arts with my family and could not leave each exhibit without reading every single word and paying my respects because I could sense all the spirits and knew that they wanted people to fully pay attention to their culture and hard work. It wasn’t until about the age of 14 that I really started to wake up.

Each time I passed a picture of my deceased grandfather, Fred, in my house, I always got the feeling that we were friends. I felt as if I had known him my entire life. I should probably mention he died before I was even thought of, nevermind born. I felt his Bible from when he was an adolescent and I felt a jolt of energy surge through my fingertips. I still feel this way to date. I realized he had seen me grow up. He was there for my first steps. He saw my face when I would talk to my first crush. He saw me battle my inner demons. He was essentially my best friend and I never paid attention to him… until then.

After my realization that I truly wasn’t like other people, I went to a reading by Anastassia Grace who is Maureen Hancock’s niece. When she came around to my mother and I, she put a hand on my arm to let the energy flow better. The second her kind hand touched my body she pulled it back. She was shocked by strength of my intuition. She told me she had never felt someone my age with such a strong ability. She went on to confirm everything I had sensed and seen. I looked to my left and saw my grandfather leaning against a tree with his hands resting against his torso. I later heard from her that him and I have a “connection” with trees. She proceeded to tell me how gifted I am and that I got it from my nana. No one in the family, of my knowledge, knew she was intuitive as well as me! I was shocked. I started to cry because I realized I wasn’t crazy! I should probably add that every time I went to see her in the kingston location, I would always see, hear, and feel the spirits and loved ones that were there to greet their families. Once there was a young boy who died too soon. I saw him dancing around anxiously waiting for his parents to notice him and hear his messages. He was the first spirit to come through that night. Hearing my ability was real was such a powerful moment for me. After that night, I started to pay more and more attention.

Now, I am able to fully communicate with the deceased. I get stronger and stronger every single day. I know I am meant to help people with this gift, but in this world it is so utterly hard to be open about things like this. A lot of people don’t believe. And because I do not get paid for this or have any relation to the infamous Maureen Hancock I tend to not get any credit. I keep in contact with Anastassia who tells me that I really should start to help people when I am ready. She even wanted me to be a part of a medium circle that would include the best, such as Maureen if it ever got created. I am very very good at what I do. Maybe I should explain a little more of what my abilities entail.

I can see, hear, smell, and communicate with spirits. It depends on the spirit though because just like I am gifted, they are as well. They all have different abilities. Some send me images to explain what they are trying to say. Some only let me sense their energy. Some talk to me and sit in my car as I drive to my current destination.

Let me tell story about my friend, Ryan.

One day I was at work with my mother, as we happen to be employed at the same facility. We got a phone call that my sister had overdosed on heroin. She was with her friend, Ryan. She overdosed in the car with him. In a panic he drove her to the hospital but was high himself and was freaking out. He dropped her off at the steps. She was blue and cold when someone found her. They rushed her inside and saved her life. He came back afterwards to see her, but they escorted him out. Two weeks later he overdosed himself and died. Well, Ryan has become a very good friend of mine. He feels like a brother-in-law, as he is still completely and utterly in love with my sister. I told my sister this past year about my encounters with him, and her jaw almost hit the floor with shock. I told her things that I would have no way of knowing about. I have predicted the pregnancy of one of her very best friend’s. I have told her in detail what happened around her when she overdosed again this past november. Her friends that were there with her have confirmed what I said was true. Her friend is also a medium and she even knew I was a medium. She could feel my friendship that I had with Ryan. One day my sister texted me a message that came from Ryan through her friend:

“Ryan wants you to know you’re beautiful and you don’t have to do those things to yourself. The same wisdom you give me about drugs is how you need to look at the way you hurt you. You don’t need it. You have the most beautiful soul he’s ever seen. Doesn’t matter how you feel. Love is love. Let it go. You’re gay. It is what it is. That’s what he’s saying to [friend’s name] to have me tell you. And the box you have hidden with stuff you use to hurt yourself, get rid of it.”

I was in SHOCK when I read this. No one in my entire life knew any of this about me. And I surely never told anyone about that box or where I hid it. If this doesn’t amaze you then I don’t think I can convince you anymore.

I see spirits every single day. When a loved one of mine dies, of course I am full of grief. But I feel it in a different way than the rest of my family. I know I will always have a connection with them and will be able to communicate, just in a different way.

I can always feel energy with certain objects as well. I am very perceptive of energy and light. I have been able to hold family heirlooms that my parents had and been able to know who’s they were and stories behind them without having any prior information or knowledge about them. It amazes me each and every time.

I love having this ability and I would never trade it for the world. I feel so blessed to be this gifted. I want to start to help the people who are having the hardest time coping with the loss of their loved ones. At the same time, when I do readings, I get filled up like a balloon with energy which creates anxiety. I have learned, from the help of Anastasia, how to better control that. I hope after people read this they don’t think that I am totally crazy.I have had this gift since I was born, so nothing has changed. I just figured it is about time that I stop hiding this blessing and start to use it to help others. Otherwise I would be wasting God’s hard work. So if you need help or want to ask any questions, feel free to get in touch with me. I can also help with how to be able to receive signs from your loved ones.

Thank you for reading this.

XoXo,

Be Kind.

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