I certainly didn’t go out looking to be a medium.
I can remember seeing a massage therapist, and he was able to detect pain points in my body using his psychic abilities. He was spot on.
I was immediately jealous of his ability to use his psychic faculties and apply it to a career that he enjoyed, and help people.
I wanted that.
Feeling jealous didn’t sit well with me. Plus, logically it didn’t make sense for me to feel this emotion surface so painfully given that he was helping me heal.
I decided to dive into my feelings of jealousy instead of running from them or ignoring them. I sat with it – in my thoughts – stayed with this discomforting emotion – with the feeling of ‘less than’ – and soon discovered that I missed honoring my own psychic abilities.
Seeing someone else use their abilities to help another human being was beautiful. I was jealous of that, and that is what I wanted a piece of.
It wasn’t very shortly thereafter that mediumship showed up in my life. I’m now able to use my psychic mediumship – my psychic abilities – to help people.