The Psychic Self in a Non-Psychic World; Dare to be Different!
"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind".
I am one of those irritating individuals that can say that I have realised I was psychic since childhood.
Indeed I was very perceptive as a child and was aware on a deep level the inner workings of the people and the environment around me. Ghosts and other discarnate beings didn’t walk my carpet or blithely slide through my walls nor did I wake in the night to rattling pans, flickering lights or low flying objects hurling themselves across the room. That simply wasn’t my style but I did possess a sentient awareness of otherness, pockets of life that hung in the ether, expectant and sensory, waiting to be discovered.
From being quite small I knew that a lady ‘minded’ me in my cot.
I caught a glimpse of her with my inner eye; I saw her with my feelings. I sensed the emotions and thoughts of those that educated me, employed me and lived with me. It was those same feelings that told me when my grandfather was present and, in later years, when my mother had something to say about any shenanigans in my life; I would feel her words and then hear them in my head. I knew that I was not like other kids and my spiritual awareness of the multi realms in the universe meant that my life was often going to have challenges that would define the path I trod and bring me to where I am now.
I often ask people in my groups about their childhood and whether they were solitary children and played alone.
I had the good fortune to live in the Yorkshire countryside in my very early years. Friends were thin on the ground as where I lived, for various reasons, could be quite isolated. This meant that the imagination assisted me in making up games; animals and objects took on a life of their own. Interestingly, those that can demonstrate a psychic ability also had a singular childhood whereby the richness of their experience depended very much on them. I think that this is where the training truly begins, in childhood. It's the time when the imagination is watered and nurtured in readiness for destiny.
Things have changed so much since I first started to do the work.
Back in the day, psychics, mediums, Tarot readers were very much in the margins of society. We were the crazies that stood on the periphery of society like a guilty secret. There was no internet then. No all singing and all dancing websites, no social media to express your meme like personal insights. In those days we put up a postcard in the local shop...but moreover, your work stood up for itself and word of mouth was and is the best advertisement.
The laws around the work changed too, from the repeal of the Witchcraft Act and the Fraudulent Medium Act to consumer law, so whatever it says on the tin is what it must do! Actually, I think that this protects the psychic and it meant that many of us had to sharpen our teeth!
A lot of water has passed under the bridge since those early forays into the new paradigm of the new age industry.
I am privileged to be able to do my job and it is a career that has offered so much to so many not excluding myself.
Even though the psychic arts are so much more mainstream and everyone seems to have a handle on spirituality and all the paraphernalia as a way of life, there is still this sense of being a little bit different. Recent events reinforced this…
I was lucky enough to be invited to the Lake District to do a demo, workshop and consultations recently.
I was in beautiful surroundings with good friends who were facilitating the weekend and in good company; we were looking forward to the event. All events have their fair share of challenges, you take it all in your stride and do your best; hand it over to spirit and trust that all serves the highest good. Yet, the drama that unfolded this particular weekend is a first and hopefully the last. It was a reminder that the two dimensional world is narrow and limited.
The little market town had a Pastor who was on a mission.
He was not going to have the likes of me at his town hall! So, for three days he stood outside the doors and handed out his paper message that our work was unwelcome and we should repent unto the Lord. Needless to say his actions were intended to cause disruption to any best laid plan. I chose to see it as a confirmation that I was on the right track. His religion was not a doctrine of love.
Repetition makes you a master.
Over and over again, from spirit, I have heard the message that the only thing that is real is love. We are love. Each of us seek to find a way to bring it as a gift into the world. Do I need a Hierophant? Do I need a bridge between myself and my understanding of the divine? I think not. My heart is my temple; my courage is my strength; my truth is my spirit. Live to love.
I drew a card for this to reflect my thoughts, to reflect the inspired address. I received the 7 of Pentacles.
This card says that now is the time to stop and consider all that you have achieved, all that you have earned from lots of effort and hard work. The harvest is worthwhile. After the initial enthusiasm comes a drop in energy, don’t waste this moment, work with it, look at the potential and consider how transformation will clear uncertainty in the end. Don’t doubt yourself; instead allow things to mature and come to fruition. Keep your balance. There is growth and development at hand.