The Death of a Medium.
I am all things. And completely nothing. At the same time.
For the last 7 years I have spent a huge part of my existence attaching myself to a label that I considered to be my identity.
A psychic medium.
Most people consider me to be highly intuitive and highly intelligent.
And I like to think the same.
I have been intuitive all my life.
Along with other ways of being.
An artist. A writer. A dreamer. An entrepreneur. And a medium.
I found great peace in the spiritual path after searching for sources of healing from abuse and trauma growing up.
Discovering that I had unique talents was no surprise to me but being a medium was by far the most shocking even for myself.
I am a natural skeptic so when I discovered I had a gift to feel the dead, I wasn’t interested.
But something in the work kept me intrigued. Curious.
And then I saw the profound healing effects mediumship and spirituality had and I was hooked.
Nearly 8 years later I am realizing that being a medium is only one part of the journey of my story.
The being that is ME is a free being.
Constantly reinventing and discovering.
I am so much more than the intuitive, writer, artist, the medium.
My gifts are expansive.
I am an infinite conduit of new knowledge, growth and information.
Today the thought crossed my mind that if I let go of everything I have become and step into the being that is ME, then who am I?
How would I live my life differently?
If tomorrow was my first day on Earth what would I create?
Infinite possibilities? Infinite ways of being?
I feel this sense of freedom when I let go of any idea that is the only definition of ME.
I know that at the core of who I am is a human who wants to help other humans share their stories, their gifts and their beauty with the world.
We are all things. And nothing. All at the same time.