OMG Hell Of A Year!
On the plane coming back from two weeks in England. So much to tell about what has happened the past two months really. I need to start with the most amazing news first!
In August I mailed off a proposal to The Lily Dale Assembly. Need I remind you about the famous Lily Dale? It is a clairvoyant community in upstate New York. About 300 mediums live there. They have guest houses and hotels for out of town guests. Mediums from all over the country come in and teach. The workshops range from personal development to Mediumistic abilities. It is where I am from, born only a few miles away. Every year for the past three years, I have gone and taken classes from my favorite Canadian teacher John White. It’s where I hosted my four day retreat for clients and friends.
I got a wild hair and sent in a workshop proposal to be considered for their 2017 line up of classes. Guess what? It was accepted. I will be teaching “Mastering Your Psychic Ability” August 14, 2017. I cant believe it. It is such an honor to be accepted and teach along side some of the greatest and famous Mediums.
I look at this past year and it has been an adventure. Last November I started by Wellness business and it has grown beyond my expectations. I am so grateful and humbled every day that it has done so. I have no idea why I have been chosen for this but I feel like the luckiest woman alive.
I returned from England the day after the Paris terrorist attack November 2015, gave my first solo group reading to four women the next week, and taught my first workshop in March. It was a hell of a start.
Then April happened. My Aunt’s spirit left her body, my first experience with death as a medium. I was there watching them try to revive her while her soul stood next to me. I didn't have a solid enough understanding of the spirit world then to wrap my head around any of that. So much so that I taught a workshop two days after her death. That is called the shocked stage of grief.
Two months later I agreed to move to DC. It was when I settled into the two bedroom embassy apartment my grief process really started or was discovered. I became someone I didn't know anymore. I was angry, sad, depressed, and unkind. Disappointed friends and my relationship. It is the worst that I have ever seen myself. I lost my Aunt, moved out of my beautiful home, left my family while they were grieving and while I was grieving, bought a new car, sold the new car and bought another new car, and gave up of my very abundant career. I felt stripped of all that was me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breath.
I realize now that the craziness of my grief had led me to make decisions without really thinking them through. Its almost reflective of what I feel my Aunt has gone through crossing over. That’s going to be another blog post all by its self. For the first time I understand the crossing over process. I have begun to understand it now. Sure as hell helps me in my line of work.
That was a painful process but it’s getting better. If I have hurt you in anyway please forgive me. This is my first time loosing someone close to me and I am truly sorry for acting like a child. You deserve an apology my friend, I'm sorry.
Thank you for your love and support. Your medium is human too. This can only help me in my understand of my clients and what they are going through. It motivates me more to research and document my experiences as a medium and share my findings.
This has been the hardest year of my life, salute! Im happy you have come and gone. Like any woman who was raised by a single head strong mother, I know I can over come anything. I know I can do anything if I put my mind to it. Every thing that I experience is to help me further understand myself. I don't always get it right but I will never stop trying. I have been lost and now I am back. You are not alone my friend. If this last year has kicked your butt, join me is yelling a big fat (**** ***) Fill in the blank. Cussing helps lower blood pressure, not seriously, but it feels good.
I promise a sunnier 2017. That is straight from the psychics mouth! Oh I should totally make 2017 predictions. That could be fun. I love you.
Read my next blog to hear all about my Arthur Findlay College experience, it is epic.