A Medium Experience — How Talking to Dead People Changed My Life
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Let’s begin with the obvious — that writing about metaphysics in any way, shape, or form is not my usual forte here on Medium, although perhaps it should be, since I am an energy wellness practitioner and an intuitive in my own right.
But talking to dead people? That’s not in my wheelhouse.
And let’s face it — due to the high volume of, shall we say — nongifted — mediums out there online and popping up at your neighborhood psychic fairs like dandelions in a summer lawn, it can be hard to determine who is “the real thing” and who’s a poser.
Plus, I wasn’t sure if I really believed people could commune with the dear departed anyway.
Fortunately, I had a chance encounter with a medium here in my hometown of Wimberley, Texas that forever changed the way I think about life — and death.
I met Melissa Kleen from Raven Moon Healing Arts as a Reiki student and was instantly aware of her energy. Who wouldn’t be? Her warm, welcoming manner lights up a room and her honesty and integrity show in the way she teaches and the way she approaches life in general.
But I didn’t know she was a medium when I took her class — and, at the time, she probably wouldn’t have called herself by that moniker, even though she’d been communing with spirits for years. For her, talking to dead people was a normal part of her day.
For me, not so much.
So, I was completely gobsmacked when, in the midst of a lesson, Melissa turned to me and said, a bit sheepishly, “I am hearing that I shouldn’t tell you this next part, because it might hit a nerve.”
I looked around the room. All I heard was the low sounds of Reiki music drifting through the air. The look on my face must have said it all, because Melissa was quick to explain. “Oh, Spirit is speaking to me — this happens all the time.”
It does?
Coupled with the fact that I’m not the kind of person you can tell “I’m not going to tell you” to, I insisted on further explanation. What exactly was it that I shouldn’t know? Melissa hesitated, but I pushed her until she relented. But instead of giving me the what, she addressed the why.
