When I first realized I was a medium

The presenter asked us all to close our eyes and take a moment to mentally ask our partner's loved ones in spirit to connect with us. My partner, a middle-aged woman, sat across from me. I closed my eyes and immediately I felt this woosh of energy, as if I was being lifted or stretched upwards. Then, in my mind's eye, I saw a man. He was like a bear; big and tall, with dark hair. When I mentally asked him for more info about who he was to my partner, he proceeded to give me the most mind-blowing feeling of love for this woman. The feeling was so overwhelming, I felt high on it. I shared everything I was sensing with my partner, and she in turn, through tears, told me that this was her husband. Before the workshop ended I had this incredible urge to hug her; not for me, and not for her, but for him.

This was my very first time doing mediumship in a conscious way; in an hour-long workshop at a psychic fair. The rest of the day I felt like I was glowing. I felt like I was on track. I was 19 years old, living in Oslo, Norway at the time, but I knew that mediumship would play a big part in my life. Whenever someone asks me when I first realized I was a medium, this is the moment I think back to. But of course, the answer is usually more complicated than that. It wasn't a big shock for me to find out that I could connect to dead people.

You see, I was always interested in anything to do with the world of woo-woo when I was younger. When I was a child I loved everything to do with fantasy: dragons, witches, and fairies were my favorite. Then, when I was 12 years old I went to visit my dad in Florida for a few months, where he lived with a woman named Lady Christopher. Lady C was an animal communicator who went on boats to communicate with wild dolphins and whales. She was a healer. She was a psychic and medium. Her house was filled with exotic rescued animals, and two wolf-dogs. It was like one big magical party. My soul said yes to all of it.

I dove head first into books on meditation and divination. Lady C's friend Frannie, also a medium, came to stay while I was there. Frannie gave me a book she had written about her experience communicating with a little boy who had drowned. She also gave me two of her guided meditation cassettes that involved connecting with angels. I was also introduced to the book "The Mists of Avalon", and once I finished it, I was propelled into the world of Wicca and neo-paganism.

When I went back to Norway, still 12 years old, that whole world of spirituality became my whole world. I steeped in it for years, always searching for more, though becoming a medium was never a goal I had set for myself specifically. I just knew that I had to move closer in this direction: the pull was too strong.

Throughout that time I still managed to be completely ignorant of just how sensitive I myself was to energy (leading to a psychiatric diagnosis), but that is a whole other story that I promise to share in one of my next posts.

For now, I hope you all have a lovely week.

P.S. This Saturday I will be at another psychic fair, offering readings! It's the Yule Metaphysical fair in Corvallis, Oregon, and admission to the fair is free! On Sunday I will be doing another mediumship audience reading in Portland, Oregon. I hope to see some of you there!